"White? Is it facial makeup?"
"No, let me see!" The woman walked over, reached out and touched the man's face, and said doubtfully: "Look, senior brother, this looks like white dust!"
I was hiding in the dark, watching as I wished I could rush out and kick this man and woman into the river!
I heard the man laugh and say: "Why is there white ash powder in this river? Okay, junior sister, don't worry about these useless things, let's continue."
"Oops!" The woman pushed the man away and complained: "We have been out for a long time, it's time to go back, otherwise we will be scolded by the class leader when we go back."
Then we saw a man and a woman talking and laughing, hugging each other and leaving the river.
Damn, when I saw the two of them finally leaving, I thought to myself: "I've eaten enough and there's nothing to do! Come to the riverside in the middle of the night to talk about love! What white powder! That's a thousand-year-old ancient tomb that hasn't completely melted in the water. White mud! You dare to touch your face? You will get skin disease tomorrow!"
At this time, the head voice came from the intercom.
"Yunfeng, why haven't you come back for so long? Is something wrong?"
I quickly replied: "It's okay, a young couple passed by the river just now. Thanks to Xiaoxuan's timely reminder, they didn't find us."
This is the importance of "letting go".
Xiaoxuan's job doesn't seem to require physical exertion, but the most important thing is to listen to six directions, see in all directions, and need to be highly concentrated. If Xiaoxuan hadn't reminded me in time just now, then I would have been seen 100%! In addition, Xiaoxuan also performs part of the logistics work, so she is very important to us, and our team cannot live without her.
Having learned this lesson, I became more careful when scattering soil. Next, I poured the white plaster mud into the river frame by frame! The river water turned white! This phenomenon is only temporary, because the river water has been flowing, and by tomorrow morning, the river water will definitely return to its original state.
Some people may ask, if you just poured it into the river, you wouldn’t be poisoning, right?
Won't.
Compared to the entire river, this amount of white plaster mud is not even a drop in the bucket. It has been diluted. Moreover, according to my observation during the day, the villagers do not drink the river water at all. At most, they come to the river to wash a few clothes. .
After digging through the layer of white plaster mud, Dou Sprouts dug out a layer of charcoal that was more than half a meter deep. The presence of these two things showed that the sealing in the tomb must be good. This is a good thing. We worked even harder now.
I probably worked until about 4 o'clock in the middle of the night. I dug a vertical tunnel to a depth of 16 meters underground, but I still didn't see the top of the tomb!
When I saw that it was almost dawn, and some people in the village got up early to do farm work, I immediately and decisively ordered to stop the work and continue the work tomorrow night.
We put away the tools, blocked the hole with wooden boards and covered it with soil. After cleaning up the scene, we left in a hurry.
It's not that there's no work during the day, there's all work, and the big tomb is right around the corner, so none of us dare to let down our guard.
During the day, Brother Yu stayed around the woods to observe the situation. Douyazai and Xiaoxuan were responsible for lengthening the rope ladder. The hole was too deep, so the rope ladder we originally brought was not long enough and had to be lengthened. I, on the other hand, drove a tricycle through the streets to collect mats. , we all carry mobile phone walkie-talkies with us so that we can contact each other immediately if something happens.
"Young man! Young man, wait!"
I stopped the car and looked back, and it was Ji Dongqi who rented the house to us.
"Brother, where are you going?" I asked.
"Haha! I look just like you from a distance! How do I call you, young man?"
"Haha, my name is Xiang Feng, you can just call me Xiao Xiang." I smiled.
"Baby elephant? Elephant's elephant?"
"It's not the elephant's Xiang, it's Xiang Yu's Xiang," I explained.
"Oh, Xiao Xiang, please give me a ride. I'll go to the next village to watch a play. There's a play at 2:30 in the afternoon."
I didn't say anything, the tricycle pulled him up and left. After getting to know him better, I realized that he was a very obsessed Qi opera fan. How obsessed was he? He would sing a few lines before eating or going to bed. When he heard that there was a troupe performing nearby, he would definitely run to watch it.
On the way, he also told me that two years ago, in 2004, he went to Henan to participate in the Liyuan Spring program of Henan TV station, and he sang Qiyang minor tunes at that time.
I smiled and said, "Brother, you've been on TV. Have you ever seen Xiao Ge and Lao Ni when you went to Liyuan Spring?"
"I've seen it before! Xiaoge is more beautiful in real life than the ones seen on TV. However, I only passed the preliminaries at that time, and was later rejected. If you ask me, the reason is that northerners can't get used to our Qi opera."
I said I am also from the north, so you can sing a few lines and I will listen.
He chuckled, and immediately sang loudly and openly: "Come out of Jinshan Temple! Angry as fire! My... cruel Xu Lang."
I frowned secretly when I heard it. He enunciated clearly, had a good voice, and his singing was not unpleasant, but I just couldn't get used to this strange tone.
The two lines he sang should be from the Qi opera "Meeting at the Broken Bridge". The reason why I am not used to hearing it is because it takes a long time for him to finish singing one line, and he often pauses deliberately in the middle of a word, drags out the tune, and changes the line. Hey, the sound has been changed too many times. Northerners don't have such patience when listening to operas. It's a shame that Li Yuan Chun can win an award.
If you ask me, northerners still like to hear the kind of catchy tunes that are not written in ink, such as: "Xiao Cang baby, I left Dengfeng County! I suffered from hunger along the way! The second interpretation difference is like that, Bull-headed horse noodles...!”
When we arrived at Dingjia Village, he helped me show the way and drove all the way into the village. When I got there, I was stunned. Aren't these the same man and woman who had sex last night?
The two were singing a duet on the stage, and dozens of villagers were watching. As they were singing, the man suddenly lost his tune, looked uncomfortable, and kept scratching his face.
"What are you doing! Can you sing well!"
"That's right! What are you doing!"
The woman panicked and immediately shouted in a low voice: "Brother, we are performing, what are you doing?"
The man said something that I didn't understand. He kept scratching his face, which looked very itchy.
Seeing that something was wrong, the class leader immediately ran up and clasped his fists and said: "Oh, all the young and old guys who came to support me, I'm so sorry! Our actor had a problem with his voice today! I apologize to everyone on his behalf! Let's let the show end now. ! Everyone is so considerate!"
After saying that, the curtain was closed directly and no one could be seen.
My heart skipped a beat as I listened to the landlord’s constant complaints, saying that he had come all the way and left within five minutes of listening! After understanding what was going on, he quickly ran to the theater backstage.
That man's skin is not good, he must have been poisoned by white plaster...
The white paste mud made during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period was not only composed of microcrystalline kaolin. If it were pure clay, it would not have a smell, and it would have dried into lumps over a thousand or two thousand years. Unknown to outsiders, it is actually mixed with a large amount of glutinous rice juice, child urine, sap from certain trees, and some Chinese herbal juices with antiseptic effects.
In recent years, there have been several cases of people dying due to white plaster poisoning in our industry. I was afraid that if this opera singer had a sensitive constitution, he would die! Then our affairs may be investigated!
"Sorry, this is the backstage, you can't go in," I was stopped by a member of the troupe.
I hurriedly said: "I have something important to talk to your class teacher now!"
"Who is looking for me?"
I forced my way through and hurriedly said: "Teacher! The character you sang in just now may have been poisoned! It must be dealt with immediately!"
"What! Poisoned? What kind of poison? Are you telling the truth!"
"Of course it's true! Why did I lie to you? Didn't you see that his face was itchy just now? That's Qinan pollen poisoning! If not handled properly, it may be life-threatening!" I explained.
The leader's expression changed and he asked quickly: "Are you a doctor?"
"Well," I cupped my fists and said, "My ancestor was once an imperial physician at the Imperial Palace Hospital of the Qing Dynasty. It has been passed down to me for the seventh generation."
"Then sir, please come in quickly and help me take a look!"
Hearing what I said was so serious, the class leader was also afraid that someone would be responsible for it, so he quickly and respectfully invited me in.
After entering, the class leader explained, and the man looked painful and said, "I don't know what's wrong! I feel hot all over my body now! My face is itchy! Sir, you must save me!"
I frowned, sat down and said, "Reach out your hand and I'll take your pulse first."
I know how to take the chicken's pulse, but I have seen Dr. Fan take the pulse, so I learned the posture in a good way.
"Well...that's right, my blood is hot and dry, and my pulse is fluctuating. Did you go to the river yesterday?"
"I X! Miracle doctor!"
"Miracle doctor! You must save me! I'm itching so bad now!"
"Most of the chinensis flowers grow by the river. Don't worry. It's our doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded. First of all, stop scratching. Otherwise, the more you scratch, the worse it will become."
"I'm going to write you a recipe now. Do you have any paper and pen?"
"have!"
I quickly brought paper and pen, and I started writing on the paper.
After I finished writing, I blew it and handed it over. The girl’s junior sister took it and looked at it first. She raised her head and said with a strange expression: “Sir, you wrote...a little bit...a little bit.” It’s so elegant that I really can’t understand what’s written.”
"It doesn't matter. You can take note of it if I dictate it."
I stood up and said: "Three pounds of liquor above 50 degrees, five pounds of water, and half a pound of dried Sichuan peppercorns. After boiling, wash your face once in the morning, noon and evening, and apply snake oil ointment on your face. Don't be exposed to wind during this period. This will last half a day. It relieves the itching and can be cured in three days.”
After I said that, I turned around and left, and the junior member of the theater troupe quickly chased after me.
"Sir, wait!"
"What's wrong?"
She suddenly blushed and lowered her head. He whispered: "Sir, you have great medical skills, but I... I have a condition that is difficult to describe. Please help me, sir, to take a look at it."
I scratched my head and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's because gynecology is not my strong point and I'm afraid that I won't be able to see you well."
"Sir, you are being humble. Just take a look. I won't blame you if it doesn't work." After saying that, she reached out and asked me to take my pulse.
Without telling me the cause of my illness, I just took my pulse. It seemed like this was a test for me.
Now I'm riding a tiger and it's hard to get off, so I can only bite the bullet and get up.
I simply took her pulse and saw that she was slender. I immediately frowned and said, "Are you usually afraid of the cold at night? Are you afraid of the heat during the day? You usually have a normal appetite and don't eat much?"
She nodded yes repeatedly.
I smiled and said, "It's not a big problem, you just have inflammation."
