I pulled out the bamboo stick on the back of my hand and threw it aside. I took a breath again because of the pain. But after hearing Zhang Hazi's words, my eyes lit up and I hurriedly asked him, do you know how to crack this seal? Hanging a monument?
He shook his head and said that it was just an idea, and he didn’t know yet whether it would work or not.
Since Zhang Hazi lost his craftsmanship, he has been much more low-key and restrained in speaking and doing things than before. He does not speak confidently about things that he is not sure of like before, but he does not speak confidently and leaves a little leeway in his behavior and actions.
I know that this is not Zhang Hazi's slickness and sophistication, let alone that he is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, but rather a sign of his responsibility. After all, he is much better than those people who clearly don't have the ability to handle things well, but insist on saying that they can do it.
And it is precisely because of this three-point leeway that I can have a psychological expectation in advance. When he solves the problem, I can also use my brain to think about the way out, instead of relying entirely on him, in case he fails. When I succeeded, I didn't think about the way out, and then both ends were lost.
When I think of Zhang Hazi, who used to be such a proud person, and now looks like this, I feel uncomfortable in my heart, which is even more painful than the back of my hand that is still bleeding with bright red blood.
But I quickly calmed down, put away these emotions, and concentrated on seeing how Zhang Hazi cracked this 'hanging seal and hanging monument'. On the one hand, I want to learn technology, but the most important thing is to see if I can help.
Although Zhang Hazi told me to get out of the way, when I really came up to him, he didn't chase me away, and even moved his body to give me some space.
So I squatted in front of the tombstone and watched Zhang Hazi's next operation carefully.
He first touched the palm print on the tombstone with his hand, and then turned back and asked me if my neck felt a little tight?
I have said that I have had this feeling for a long time, but it has not changed at all. It is as if there is a tumor in my neck, which is compressing my trachea.
Zhang Hazi snorted coldly when he heard this and said, "If your palm is only bent to this extent, you will already feel obviously old. If you wait until it is completely clenched into a fist, will you survive?" This hanging seal monument really deserves its reputation. I wish I had discovered it early, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to grow old.
I feel the same as what Zhang Hazi said. If it had been a little later, I would have died of suffocation without even waiting to make a fist and crush my throat.
After Zhang Hazi finished speaking, he reached out and groped carefully on the palm print. He tilted his head as if he was looking for something.
I originally wanted to ask him what he was looking for so that I could point it out to him, but then I thought that since Zhang Hazi didn't ask me, it meant that only he knew what he was looking for, or it would only be effective if he could find it by himself.
So I squatted aside without saying a word, waiting to see Zhang Hazi's next move.
After touching it for a while, I saw him turn sideways, reach out to me, and say, take it.
I was dumbfounded when I heard this, and asked him hurriedly, what is it? No, when did you put something in my hand and ask me to hold it for you?
Zhang Hazi said, "I have just put something on the back of your hand, why do you forget about me?"
Insert it into the back of my hand----well, it's that bamboo stick! I just threw it away, but it should still be around.
So I bent down and lowered my head, and began to search carefully on the ground.
After a while, I found the bamboo stick with my blood at my feet and handed it to Zhang Hazi.
After he took the bamboo stick, he didn't rush to do it. Instead, he said to me, "Ha-de-de, is there mud around this tomb?"
I took a look around the tomb and found that although the tomb was hundreds of years ago, the ground around it, including the Sima Dao (also known as the Shinto) that I walked past before, had been specially treated and was hard and gray-white. , looks a lot like the old 'cement'.
This kind of 'cement' is mostly made of lime, rice soup, mud and other things. Although it is not as strong as modern cement, it was strong enough in ancient times. Most of the cement used in building city walls was replaced by this.
Seeing that the surroundings of the tomb and Sima Road were covered with this kind of "cement", I couldn't help but sigh. The owner of this tomb must have been a big shot during his lifetime, otherwise he would not be able to afford a tomb with such regulations. Needless to say, this rice soup alone is so luxurious that it can kill people.
Zhang Hazi said, stop farting and go find mud quickly.
I originally wanted to seal the soil, but when I walked over, I found that the soil was covered with this kind of cement. It was impossible to get the mud with bare hands, unless I used a bamboo knife to poke a hole in the cement layer.
But who dares to do such a thing? Whoever stabs will die!
In desperation, I had to walk farther away, and then finally dug some soil back with a bamboo pole knife.
After I got it back, Zhang Hazi pinched it and threw it away. He said it was no good and asked me if there was water nearby.
I was just about to get up to check, when I saw him shaking his head and saying, don't look for me, it shouldn't be possible, otherwise I should be able to hear him.
I asked him, do you want water? How about I go back to the village to get it?
He shook his head again and said it was too late.
I looked at the palm prints on the tombstone and saw that I had just bent the second knuckle. If I continued at this rate, it shouldn't be a problem for me to return the finger again and again.
But Zhang Hazi said, are you sure that everything will be smooth sailing and you won't encounter any ghosts?
I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head, smiled bitterly, and said, not sure.
Not only am I not sure, I am even sure that I will definitely encounter a wall of ghosts. Even if it wasn't a ghost hitting the wall, I would have encountered something else. Anyway, it would have delayed my time and prevented me from returning to that tomb.
Let me tell you, how about you go back with me to get water?
He said, which one will stay here? It's okay if we didn't find this handprint. Now that we have found it, do you think the other party will make a fist at the same speed as before?
Indeed, because we are here, the other party does not dare to show his head to change the bending speed of his palm. But if we all leave, the other party will definitely speed up the bending speed of his palm. By then, we may not have even returned to the village. My throat was already crushed.
This won't work, and that won't work either. Are you just waiting here to die?
Zhang Hazi thought for a while, then stood up, faced the tomb, knelt down with a bang, and kowtowed nine times, then straightened up and told the owner of the tomb, "Senior is on top, I will obey the authority today if there is an urgent matter." If you are offended, after this matter is over, you can do whatever you want.
After finishing speaking, Zhang Hazi stood up, walked to the place where I dug the mud in a few steps, unbuttoned his pants and started peeing, and then poked there with a bamboo knife, as if it was mud.
After he reconciled the mud, he used the tip of the bamboo knife to pick it back a little, then touched the palm print on the tombstone with one hand. After confirming the position, he gently shook his wrist with the hand holding the bamboo knife. , the mud on the tip of the bamboo knife accurately stuck to the center of the palm of the palm print.
After doing this, Zhang Hazi inserted the bamboo stick with my blood on it diagonally. In this way, the two ends of the bamboo stick are aligned with the fingertips and palm directions of the palm.
Seeing this scene, I realized what Zhang Hazi wanted to do with the water. It turned out that he wanted to stick the bamboo sticks on it. But what I don't understand is that it's just a palm print. What's the use of such a bamboo stick?
Zhang Hazi pointed to the bloody end of the bamboo stick and said, it can make your finger bleed!
