like what?
Ma Zhuo Zhao Mingming looked at it for a long time and didn't see why.
"Platoon leader, do you see what it looks like?" Wang Mingsheng asked.
Wang Kezai looked at it carefully for a while. Carved on the stone wall above his head was a man sitting cross-legged with a pipe in his mouth. There was a small tree opposite. There is a bird flying in the sky.
"Platoon leader, let me go up and take a look." Reconnaissance squad leader Song Ruimin was impatient.
Wang Ke climbed up from the stone bed, thoughtfully, what does this mean? A living person, when sleeping every day, stares at this picture above his head, smokes a cigarette, and hopes that the small tree opposite will grow up quickly so that the bird opposite can build a nest in the tree?
No, that's definitely not what it means.
At this time, the reconnaissance squad leader Song Ruimin was already lying on the stone bed, shining his flashlight on the stone wall above his head, and thinking carefully. Wang Mingsheng was also lying side by side next to Ma Shou Zhao Mingming, huddled there and looking at this picture.
The soldiers from both classes took a look at it, but no one found anything unusual.
Gu Maolin finally climbed onto the stone bed curiously, took a look, and then came down, muttering: "What's so interesting about this? Look at that person, he's neither male nor female, I thought he was a monk. Also, the carving of this painting is not very good, a tree is carved in a curved shape, like a snake."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. A ray of light flashed across Wang Ke's forehead.
"Get up, let me take a look again." Wang Ke lay on the stone bed again. He once again stared at the picture carved on the stone wall above his head and activated his fantasy.
Slowly, the picture on the stone wall overhead seemed to move under the flashlight light. That's right, the strand of hair on the back of this man's head was a braid cut off by someone from the Qing Dynasty. The small tree in front of him seemed to be shaking and twisting.
"Platoon leader, there may be either a tree or a standing snake in front of this person!" Wang Mingsheng was also saying under the stone bed.
yes! Maybe this man is not smoking against a tree, but playing with a snake?
If it were a snake, it wouldn't be a pipe in its mouth, but...
"Platoon leader, I understand." Wang Mingsheng yelled under the stone bed, startling the soldiers around him. He climbed up quickly and stood on the stone bed. He held a flashlight in one hand and pointed to the painting above his head with the other: "Platoon leader, look."
Wang Ke also stood up quickly, and everyone looked at Wang Mingsheng's hand.
"What is engraved on this is Gu Maolin." Wang Mingsheng was a little excited.
"Go away, this is a picture carved decades ago. Where was Gu Maolin at that time?" Scout squad leader Song Ruiming completely inherited Wang Ke's speaking style and scolded Wang Mingsheng.
"Squad leader, this is Gu Maolin carved above. He is playing the flute and playing with a cobra." As soon as Wang Mingsheng finished speaking, the soldiers in the cave laughed together, and even Gu Maolin scratched the back of his head. Does that mean, am I that ugly?
Wang Ke didn't smile. After what Wang Mingsheng said, the more he looked at it, the more similar he became. Sure enough, it was like a painting. It was an Indian blowing a cucurbit flute, and opposite him a cobra swayed from side to side following the swinging person.
But there are no such artists in the Central Plains, and the common people don't understand them at all. At least sixty or seventy years ago, the person who carved this picture on the stone wall above his head was a man who had seen the world.
"Wang Mingsheng, what do you think is going on with that bird?" Wang Ke asked again.
"That's not a bird, it's an eagle. Birds don't have such big wings." Wang Mingsheng continued to use his imagination, and the soldiers burst into laughter again.
After hearing this, Wang Ke looked at Wang Mingsheng and then at Gu Maolin. He and Gu Maolin suddenly shouted together: "Eagle's mouth!"
"Platoon leader, this hole has something to do with the eagle's beak." Gu Maolin squeezed in from behind. He also climbed onto the stone bed, raised his head, and looked at the stone wall above his head for a while. Then he jumped down with satisfaction and walked to Wang In front of Ke, he said: "Platoon leader, this painting really looks like me."
Wang Ke didn't say anything, and the veteran Niu Suozhu next to him said: "I guess this person must be your great-grandfather Gu Maolin. He carved his great-grandson, so of course he looks like me."
The soldiers laughed again.
"Everyone, please go out. Don't forget to open up wasteland." Wang Ke waved his hand and motioned for everyone to go out. He took the flashlight again, jumped down from the hole in the hole, looked inside, and then climbed out together with everyone else.
Before leaving the cave, Wang Ke took down the pottery-like lamp and gave it to Sweet Potato Liang Xiaolong. "Keep it for me, don't knock it."
"Yes!" Liang Xiaolong worked carefully and immediately took out the towel he brought and wrapped it up.
After leaving the cave, Wang Ke stood there and asked several soldiers to move some stones to block the entrance of the cave. Then he looked at Muling, who was not far behind him, and then he and the soldiers emerged from the bushes and came to the wasteland.
The two squads of soldiers continued to work, and Wang Ke began to bandage his legs.
After working for a while, Huang Zhonghe, the wireless squad leader, also came with the soldiers in his squad and Uncle Geng. The sanitation work in the mausoleum has obviously been completed, and they came to support the land reclamation here.
Xue Lin was pushing a wheelbarrow with a bulging snakeskin bag on it, which was obviously filled with five-fingered peaches.
"Platoon leader, how are your legs?" asked the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe.
"It's okay. It's just a little scratch on the skin. It's been taken care of." Wang Ke is very confident. He now carries snake serum, plus small black blood and ancient well water. This little skin injury will be fine. I believe tomorrow It will be fine.
The entire platoon of soldiers gathered together, and soon the task of clearing the wasteland was completed, but the news that the reconnaissance squad and the telephone squad discovered a hole in a hole also spread.
The soldiers in the wireless class and Uncle Geng were curious and insisted on taking a look. Xiao Gao, the telephone class leader, volunteered to lead them to the cave again, removed the stones, and several people went down to take a look, and then came back excitedly.
"Uncle Geng, today's land reclamation and cleaning are almost done. Let's go back."
"Okay."
Xiao Gao, the telephone monitor, organized the team. There was a wheelbarrow pushing tools and a wheelbarrow pushing five-fingered peaches. The soldiers of the command platoon lined up in two rows and marched back to the village.
Uncle Geng and Wang Ke were walking at the back of the team. Not only was Wang Ke's leg injured, but Uncle Geng had something to say.
"Platoon leader Xiao Wang, have you noticed that the underground cave inside seems like a tunnel, and the target is Muling, but before it was dug through, the people left." Wang Ke understood what Uncle Geng said as soon as he heard it. I looked just now and found that the direction of the cave within the cave was exactly Muling.
"Uncle Geng, could he have passed away? But there are no remains in the cave."
"Yes, this is very strange. Either the owner of the cave is gone or dead. You can't dig a hole and bury yourself."
"Uncle Geng, did you notice the picture on the top of the stone bed? It seems to be a password left for someone."
"Well, those pictures must be for people who come to see him, but I didn't understand them."
"Uncle Geng, you are saying that he has an accomplice. It seems that he did not wait for this accomplice, or the accomplice is dead." After what Uncle Geng said, Wang Ke seemed to have figured out the purpose of the picture on the stone wall above his head.
Talking about it, after returning to the village, the three classes went back separately.
It was still early to leave for dinner. Wang Ke returned to the room, washed up first, and then turned on the sweet potato lamp that Liang Xiaolong had given him on the kang table and started reading.
This lamp is very ordinary, like two small bowls interlocking at the bottom, and it is slightly different from the farm lamps in that there is some faint green glaze on it, and the workmanship is relatively fine. Wang Ke did not notice it in the cave. If it wasn't an old item, Wang Ke wouldn't have picked it back.
But now, the more I look at it, the more exquisite it becomes, and the more I look at it, the more flavorful it becomes.
After looking at it for a while, Wang Ke remembered the picture on the stone wall above the stone bed. This picture must be a language, something he wanted to tell the people who came to him. But Wang Ke also felt that there was a series of problems that he couldn't figure out. This picture must be left for those who come to see him later, but why should such a picture of playing the flute and playing with snakes be left? Of course this is conjecture, maybe the tree is not a snake.
If it is a snake, it must be a cobra, and naturally the mouth of an eagle comes to mind. There are two golden cobras on the eagle's beak, but the eagle's beak cannot hide people. On the upright cliff, no one dares to play the flute and play with the golden cobras!
Also, since he dares to play the flute and play with snakes, he must have some kind of relationship with snakes. He understands snake language like Gu Maolin or the snake is raised by him.
After thinking wildly for a while, Wang Ke thought that Professor Ye Rongguang would be coming in a few days anyway. If he could tell Professor Ye about his thoughts then, maybe they would actually be the same train of thought.
So he opened the shell box and put the small lamp inside. Just after putting it away, the company correspondent came running over. As soon as he entered the door, he said: "Command the platoon leader, the division field hospital will come for inspection in the afternoon, and inform your platoon to go to the company headquarters after eating in the afternoon. See a doctor if you are sick, and go for a physical examination if you are not sick. Also, the division chemical defense company will open tomorrow morning We bought a bathing car and we took a bath at the end of the village."
"OK."
As soon as the correspondent left, Wang Ke immediately called Song Ruimin, the reconnaissance squad leader, and asked him to arrange someone to notify the wireless squad and telephone squad.
Seeing that it was about to have lunch, Wang Ke dusted himself off, put on his military uniform and came to the yard. He looked at the gauze on his leg. Just in time, I'm going to change medicine in the afternoon.
Several soldiers from the reconnaissance squad have already come out. Although the meal whistle has not yet sounded, according to the usual schedule, it is almost time to eat.
"Platoon Commander Xiao Wang, come here." Uncle Geng came out of the room and waved to Wang Ke.
"What's the matter? Uncle Geng." Wang Ke hurriedly walked towards Uncle Geng.
Uncle Geng welcomed Wang Ke into the room, and then lowered his voice and said, "Platoon leader Xiao Wang, my niece has sent a message. They will come for excavation and inspection next Monday."
"Yeah, that's a big event, can we go and see it?" Wang Ke immediately became excited when he heard it. Being able to see the excavation of Chongling with your own eyes is a lifetime experience.
"I'm just telling you this. It won't work if there are too many people. Just your reconnaissance squad."
"Okay, then let's go to the reconnaissance team."
"Okay, I'll make some arrangements and I'll go with you."
After saying this, the meal whistle sounded, and Wang Ke followed the reconnaissance team to the kitchen.
