Professor Wen only found out about this the next morning. He laughed loudly and said, "It's a good thing that Mr. Dong is not a witch or a witch, otherwise he could have sold the magic water to make money."
The incident happened suddenly. Wang Ke, Gu Maolin, and Ye Xianqian had been busy all night last night. Sunday was originally a day off. Section Chief Chang Gaofeng and the reconnaissance team were coming back in the morning, so Wang Ke took Gu Maolin and they had breakfast. , so he came to the old village chief’s house in a daze to see if there was anything he could do to help.
The old village chief also struggled for half the night, and finally persuaded the people who came to ask for water to leave, and promised to send them one by one in a few days. Whether it was "water treatment" or human treatment, Dong Pianfang would personally check the pulse and treat them.
The old village chief had a more solemn day today and specially changed into new clothes. Yesterday, he notified several village cadres at home, as well as Professor Wen and Dong Pianfang, and called the archaeological team. He will have wine and dinner at home at noon today, not only to welcome Section Chief Chang, but also to thank the reconnaissance team.
All the work that needs to be done has been arranged.
The old village chief was also happy when he saw Wang Ke and Gu Maolin coming. The old village chief had long been familiar with the two men because of their efforts to fight floods and provide disaster relief. In addition, the well-digging incident amazed everyone in the neighboring villages. At the beginning, he also wondered who Dong Pianfang was taught by an expert to be able to dig out ancient wells that had been lost for thousands of years. It wasn't until last night that he knew that this ancient well was deduced by these two People's Liberation Army soldiers through a "mathematical model." He felt even more miraculous, to put it mildly, terrifying, that the secret that no one in Nanshao Village could solve for more than a thousand years could be solved so accurately.
But the old village chief was secretly thinking that he would just throw away his clothes and hide his merit and fame. Couldn't they be the strategist Guiguzi Wang Xu in the previous life, or the reclusive master Liu Bowen who had been reincarnated by the strategist Liu Bowen for five thousand years?
When they met at this time, they were naturally very affectionate. He quickly put on a smile and wished they could find a treasure from their own courtyard.
"Old village chief, have you seen anyone's children playing with this cloth bag?" Wang Ke asked Gu Maolin to take out the floral cloth bag and the colored stones that he found in the primary school yesterday.
When the old village chief saw what children were playing with, he didn't take it seriously at all. His daughter was a teacher in a primary school. The old village chief also called her out to identify it, but she said she had never seen it before. Pour the colored stones on the table, and there is still a strong fishy smell. As if soaked in potion.
"Are you sure you picked it up at the gate of the primary school?" the old village chief asked.
These seven or eight colored stones include red, green, white, black, yellow, purple... These kinds of stones are found in the river beach. If you are lucky, you can find them all in one morning. The stone has lost its edges and corners, but it is still smooth and crystal clear.
"Things like these that little girls play with are worthless. No one wants them, so there's no need to look for them." The old village chief thought the two People's Liberation Army soldiers were picking up gold.
Wang Ke's heart trembled. He had realized that the origin of these colored stones might not be that simple. Because Gu Maolin had clearly said that the snake asked him to find this cloth bag, saying that he would understand everything he saw. But understand what? It’s not like Nuwa mending the sky and melting colorful stones.
As for Gu Maolin, Monk Zhanger was even more confused. What do these colored stones mean?
"Old village chief, are there any legends in our village?"
"Legend?" the old village chief asked. He was surprised, why were these two People's Liberation Army soldiers interested in the legend of Nanshao Village? "There are many legends, but they are all superstitions. Some are not superstitions, but they cannot be explained."
"There really is a legend!"
The old village chief started talking, speaking with some pride and some mystery.
"Let me tell you one thing first. Have you noticed that there are almost no flies or mosquitoes in our Nanshao Village?"
It’s true that since the floods in Nanshao Village and now the weather is getting warmer, we have found that there are very few flies, including some dry toilets, and there are very few maggots, let alone mosquitoes.
"What's going on?" Gu Maolin couldn't help but ask. He had always been very concerned about these things.
"It's all legend. It is said that when the Jin soldiers invaded, there was a great hero named Shao who led the people to fight against the Jin. After the Song and Jin Dynasties negotiated peace, he still went out to attack the Jin. In the end, he was poisoned by Qin Hui..."
"Is it the great hero named Shao Xing that Professor Wen mentioned?" Wang Ke suddenly remembered the story Professor Wen told.
"I don't know if it's him or not, but this great hero had so much backbone after his death that he asked his descendants to send his coffin back to his hometown for burial. The descendants worked hard to send him back to our Nanshao Village. Who? Knowing that the weather was hot, when he got home, he was bitten horribly by mosquitoes and flies, with ulcers all over his body. At this time, the Song and Jin Dynasties were negotiating peace. According to legend, Song Gaozong Zhao Gou sent people to welcome his biological mother Wei Shi and he was passing by here. Hearing that the hero was returning home, he I came to express my condolences. When I saw the decomposing body, I suddenly became angry and cursed the damn mosquitoes and flies."
"How about it?"
"Since then, mosquitoes and flies have disappeared within a two-kilometer radius of our Nanshao village. It's so good that our village doesn't need to hang mosquito nets in summer." The old village chief said with great pride.
"This legend is very interesting." Wang Ke praised.
"That's not the only interesting thing. At that time, Zhao Gou's mother stayed here for a few days. This lady was very low-key and lived a simple life. She washed her own clothes. After washing, she put it on the jujube tree in front of the door. In the evening Just let it dry. Who knew that these jujube trees have so many thorns that they even tore a hole when I was collecting clothes at night."
"That's unfortunate." Gu Maolin listened attentively and couldn't help but interject.
"Yes, so Zhao Gou's mother asked while sewing, why does this jujube tree have trouble with us poor people? Why don't the jujube thorns grow downward?"
"Hahaha, village chief, are you kidding me? All over the world, how can I find a jujube tree with thorns growing downward?" Gu Maolin couldn't bear it anymore this time. He felt that this legend was too ridiculous and unbelievable.
"What, you mean what I said is unreliable?" The old village chief was a little angry, "You go out and take a look. Don't look at the whole village, just look at this jujube tree in my house. Its thorns are not only It’s long downward and curled inward, so it won’t hurt your hands when you touch it from any angle.”
Wang Ke really didn't pay attention. Will the jujube tree thorns in Nanshao Village still grow like this?
He rushed out the door and saw a jujube tree in the yard, so he walked over. When he saw the branches above, his expression immediately changed. It was exactly what the old village chief said. All jujube tree thorns are bent downward and inward. Not to mention stinging people, even if you lie down on them, your clothes will not be scratched.
There are such strange trees in the world. If no one tells about it, no one really cares.
"Old village chief, are these jujube tree thorns growing downward and inward like this in Nanshao Village, or are they like this in the entire Xishan Mountain?"
"That's our Nanshao Village. Even after we move to another place, the jujube tree thorns will still grow upward. How weird!" The old village chief said with pride on his face.
"What has happened here?"
"I can't tell! Maybe it's Emperor Zhao Gou and his mother's golden words!"
These two legends shocked Wang Ke and Gu Maolin. This was the first time they heard such strange legends when they came to Nanshao Village. as big as World, nothing is nonexistent. However, the legend is factual, not fiction, and it is not a rumor passed down through false rumors. How many unknown secrets are there in Nanshao Village, and how many unexplained and unexplained phenomena are there?
From Shao Xing, the anti-golden hero mentioned by Professor Wen, to Zhao Gou's mother in front of us, and the South Lookout in the west of the village, the culture is rich and the heritage is profound.
"Old village chief, is there any legend on the hillside at the primary school?" Gu Maolin broke the silence and boldly asked a question that Wang Ke did not dare to ask.
"That hillside where the primary school is?" the old village chief also asked.
"Yes."
"How come there isn't? But there's no way to verify this legend, it's too untrue."
"Old village chief, let's hear it." Wang Ke also became interested.
"It's still related to the anti-gold hero. According to legend, on the day of his funeral, the sky was dark, lightning flashed, and strong winds blew sand and rocks. The whole village felt that he was unjust and wronged, but he still went to the funeral despite the wind and thunder. Just now When we walked to the east of the village, heavy rain poured down, mixed with hail the size of pigeon eggs. The coffin bearers put down the coffins and fled back to the village to take shelter. As a result, strange things happened..."
Wang Ke and Gu Maolin looked at the old village chief, wondering what strange thing had happened.
The old village chief also calmed down and swallowed. His eyes were shining, as if he was at the scene at that time.
"When the clouds opened, the sun rose, and the wind and rain subsided, everyone ran back to the place where the coffin had been placed. They saw that the place had turned into a deep pit with water in it. The lid of the coffin was covered with crawling objects of all sizes. Long worms. It’s so scary, there are hundreds of poisonous long worms in the whole pit.”
A long worm in Xishan is a snake!
"That's right!" Gu Maolin shouted, startling the old village chief.
The old village chief looked at Gu Maolin and continued: "When the villagers saw this, they were frightened out of their wits. They immediately looked for stones and threw them at the long insects. After a while, the pit was filled with stones and a tomb was raised. It would be better to choose a place. After hitting the ground, the coffin was buried in the grave along with hundreds of worms. The Shao family simply picked up soil and piled it up. As a result, this graveyard seemed to be alive, growing three inches longer every day. In less than a month, it grew into a hill, forming a mountain and river, guarding the east side of the village, forming an easy-to-defend but difficult-to-attack mountain pass, protecting our Nanshao Village."
"Is it the hillside where the primary school is now?" Wang Ke asked.
The old village chief nodded, "Yes, but this hillside has deep grass and dense forests, and there are a lot of insects. Most people don't dare to go up there. When I was a child, I didn't dare to go up there. When we were fighting against Japanese invaders, because of the There were so many longworms that all the little devils walked around. After liberation, our village built a primary school there. All the longworms on the mountain disappeared overnight and were never seen again. There has never been a case of longworms hurting anyone. event."
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When Wang Ke heard this, he was also frightened. It turned out that there was such a legend in the primary school. More than a thousand people and his company lived there, and after the Waking of Insects, there were no snakes to attack in the thunderstorm weather. , isn’t it strange?
"Old village chief, what do you mean, an anti-gold hero should be buried under the hillside of the primary school? Has no one ever thought about him?" Gu Maolin asked.
"You are talking about tomb robbers, right? Why not? Since he is a hero who resisted the Jin Dynasty, at least it is a tomb from the Song Dynasty. It will definitely attract the attention of thieves, but don't forget that this is Changchong Mountain. As long as there are tomb robbers, they will basically be poisoned It was bitten by insects and either died or was disabled. It was so miserable that no one dared to take advantage of it."
