Many friends may have heard of Dzi beads, but they have never heard of Sherpa beads and don’t know what they are.
Sherpa beads are something created by the Sherpa people. Today, there are only three types that can be seen in the antique market.
One is the old Sherpa beads from the Warring States period two thousand years ago, the second is the Sherpa beads from the middle and early Qing Dynasty, that is, Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong dynasties, and the third is modern.
After Jiaqing, the manufacturing technology of this thing was lost. No one knows how the Sherpa people made it. The modern ones cannot be called Sherpa beads at all, because they are not the ancient craftsmanship and materials.
People still know that Dzi beads are a type of artificial agate, but Sherpa beads have no idea what they are. I see many people rumoring that they are made from red coral powder. They are wrong. They are totally wrong.
The Sherpas live deep in the mountains, under the snow-capped mountains, thousands of miles away from the coastal areas, and rarely have contact with foreigners. Where can they get so many expensive red corals.
Some people say it is Liuli, which is not correct either.
Sherba beads are opaque in color and do not have the unique spiral patterns and bubbles of colored glaze. There is only a "pressure line" from top to bottom in the middle of the bead.
what material? How?
I didn’t know it at first, and I found out this time, but I only had a rough idea. In the outside world, no information can be found on the production methods and materials used of Sherpa beads.
I guess some people who like cultural entertainment may say: "Can't you? I bought a string of Sherpa beads in the live broadcast room. It cost 199. It was shipped from Lhasa."
You're a big bastard.
That is 100% red glass glue injection. Give me 10 yuan and I can sell you a few tons. I can still make 5 yuan per bunch.
Real sorbet was sold by the "piece". In those days, one piece cost tens of thousands, and it was a handheld toy exclusively for the rich.
Many people are good at it and love to play, but they don't know. Let me tell you some insider knowledge. If you know it, you won't be fooled.
In Tibetan literature and entertainment, these things are basically fake as soon as they are taken out, so don’t spend money to buy them.
Meteorite, a small Jiugong tablet made of Tiantie.
I have never seen a real thing like this. In ancient times, there was such a technology as meteorite iron. During the Warring States Period, bits and pieces of meteorite iron swords were found, but people didn’t use this thing to make Jiugong cards. No one in ancient times did it. , where did the modern old one come from? Some experts or high-end players say there is, but don’t listen, don’t believe it.
There is also a large conch, which is a big conch that can blow the wind and is inlaid with turquoise. It is nicknamed the conch.
The characteristic of this thing is that it is white in color, very white. The turquoise may be real, but the conch must be fake. I know a buddy in Panjiayuan. He sells this kind of conch in the West District. During the three days of National Day last year, he sold it for 160,000 yuan. I asked him how he did it, and he said: "I have a steel conch that looks like a conch." To make a mold, mix white silicon powder with water and glue in proportion, heat it in a pot and boil until it becomes a paste, pour it into the mold and cover it with a lid. There is a row of small holes on the mold. At this time, before it cools down, use the turquoise Poke it into the little eyes with chopsticks, and when it dries, it's ready, and it can still make noise when you blow it."
Here is Tiantie's small golden-winged roc. The wings of this kind of bird all look black. The seller usually uses a magnet to suck it. The seller said: "See? The magnet can't suck it. This is true." The genuine article of the Eight Sutras.”
Then why can't you suck it?
Because it is not made of iron, it is made of copper.
It's dyed black, and some people feel it's heavy on their hands. The seller said it's because the sky iron is too dense. In fact, it's copper wrapped with cement blocks. You don't need to use a hammer to break it open and you'll know. Some people don't know. She is quite beautiful. She hangs a piece of cement around her neck every day and goes out to show off.
That night I asked him: "Brother Biao, do you know how to make Sherbet?"
"How can I know how to do it? How many old people in the clan know how to do it? Do you want to see how it is done?"
I nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Biao muttered: "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. I am the emperor of the tribe. Those old men who can make snow beads are all on guard against me, let alone an outsider like you."
I could tell he didn't mean what he said.
"Brother Biao, look at this. After we leave, I will come back to see you in a while. I will bring you more good things then."
He immediately rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, remember to bring me more of that stuff."
"How much do you want?" I asked.
"At least... ten boxes, right?"
I was secretly stunned when I heard this. It seemed that he had no intention of leaving in this life.
"No problem, Brother Biao. When the time comes, I'll find a horse to carry ten boxes for you."
"Brothers!"
He patted me hard on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, my brother will make arrangements for you. I guarantee you can see how they make Sherpa beads before you leave."
"Not tonight? I don't want to study. I just want to take a look and learn about the raw materials."
"I know, but I can't do it today. I'll start holding a funeral for that person right away. Let's do it tomorrow. You wait until I notify you tomorrow."
Around nine o'clock in the evening, the clan began to hold tree burials.
This is the first time that I have witnessed with my own eyes the complete tree burial of ethnic minorities in Southwest China.
The male corpse was at home. At 9:30, Sister Zhemi Wang carried the corpse out. There were no clothes on the corpse, but its face was covered with a towel. Zhang Biao shouted in Sherpa: "Let's go." Give way! Give way! Don't block the way!"
A large group of troops followed, leaving their homes and heading north.
The journey was long. I asked Brother Biao where we were going. He said we were going to the Burial Forest, about ten miles away from the tribe.
The road in the mountains is not easy to walk at night, and you have to climb a lot. This is still at a high altitude. I started to pant not long after walking.
On the other hand, sister Zemi Wang, carrying her husband's body on her back, walked as fast as flying, without blushing or panting.
Some professionals have done research that shows that the blood pressure in Sherpas is low, and the saturation of hemoglobin in their blood oxygen is extremely high. They don’t have high reflexes. This is natural, and the same is true for children here. .
At around 11 o'clock, we arrived at a remote red pine forest.
"Ah sneeze!"
The temperature in the forest was very low, and I couldn't help but sneeze.
He looked up and took a flashlight.
I saw many large bamboo baskets placed on the branches of the red pine trees here, some with wooden barrels under them, and some without.
These large bamboo baskets are a little too graceful, they look shaky and they feel like they will fall off the tree at any moment.
At this time, Brother Biao told me in a low voice: "Sherpas have been buried here for generations after their deaths. There is a male corpse in every bamboo basket on the branches."
My hair went numb when I heard that, and I looked up again and asked, "Are they all male corpses? What about the dead women and children? Aren't they buried here?"
"No, women and children are buried here after they die. Pay attention to those big trees. Do you find anything?"
"Could it be... that he was buried in a tree trunk?" I asked in surprise.
"Well, that's right. Women and children are buried in trees. They will first choose a tree that is thick enough, then dig a hole in the tree, put the body in the hole and cover it with bark, and finally use Tie the rope."
"What are those barrels at the bottom for?" I asked again.
"That one is called a "ghost bucket" and it's used to pick up corpses. Position it so that if any bones fall from the tree, they will fall into the bucket."
I asked again: "That's not right. Brother Biao, look, those big bamboo baskets on the trees look like they are about to fall down, and the hemp ropes also look weathered. Do you care?"
"Haha," Zhang Biao said with a smile: "Brother, you don't know something, they just want the corpse to fall! When exposed to the wind and sun, once a person's bones start to fall from the tree, it means that the person's soul has ascended to heaven. .”
Zami Wang's sister chose a tree to stop. She took the quilt from others and used the quilt and rope to wrap the body tightly several times.
"Hukka! Hukka!"
Three strong men began to pull the rope.
Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, as the rope was pulled, the large bamboo basket hung with several strands of hemp rope began to rise slowly.
Sister Zemi Wang raised her head, and she just watched the bamboo basket getting higher and higher from the ground.
This red pine forest is equivalent to the ancestral tomb of the Sherpa people, and I am a tomb robber. I felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, because I always felt like there were pairs of "human" eyes staring at me in the trees. .
"What? Fengzi, are you scared?"
Dou Yazai was speechless. He whispered to me: "I suddenly remembered something. When we went to sea, we used to pickle salted fish like this, haha! Sprinkle some salt and let the sea breeze blow, and it will dry very well. ”
As if remembering something funny at sea, Dou Sprout couldn't help it and laughed.
That's it.
"Pooh!"
"Bah, bah, bah!"
"Fuck! Something fell into my mouth!"
Dou Sprout raised his head and said loudly: "It fell from this basket! It seems to be water!"
When Brother Biao heard what Dou Sprout said, he looked up first and asked quickly: "Do you feel a taste in your mouth?"
"Does it taste good?" Douyazai smacked his lips and said, "How do you feel? There is a smell of Liushen toilet water in your mouth?"
"you!"
Brother Biao looked ugly and said loudly: "No! You fucking drank Shira!"
