I take a look at the silk book print with full of words on it, then take a look at my third uncle's expression, and don't understand what he is saying. Could it be that uncle has transcended to the point where he can see "pictures" from "words"? How can it seem that the old not decent person who drinks, plays, and whores in daily life doesn't have any fairy roots.
My third uncle reprimands me while taking out his presbyopic glasses to look at this thing, saying that this is called the Eight-Formation Book Map (calligraphy and painting, also called Hidden Painting Text), which is to write the detailed geographical location of a place in a special grammar. It looks like a bunch of meaningless words, but the information inside is very rich. It is a kind of code used in ancient times when going on military operations. I say that you don't know a few big characters, where did you hear these skills? He says this is not learned, this is experience.
I laughed straight after hearing this. My third uncle has a rustic personality, and his conduct is closest to my grandfather. His ability to brag is first-class. I estimate that whatever the Eight-Formation Book Map is must have been told to him by his several friends. How much he really knows is still a question.
My third uncle stared at a few words and muttered to himself, "Those who joined halfway have good luck. Why can't I ever come across such a thing? This time, you really picked up a bargain."
I asked him where the map marks. My third uncle frowned and looks at it for a long time before saying a few words that made my whole body tremble: "It seems... damn it, it's a tomb!"
The Warring States Silk Book is not a special work, but rather similar to the type of diary or reflection record. I came into contact with some of them in my early years, and the content is very miscellaneous. Although it has a high value for examining the humanistic life at that time, I am not interested in archeology, so it did not arouse my interest. This time, it is particularly special. I hurry to ask if I can tell who's tomb it is?
My third uncle shook his head and said to me, "I can't fully understand it now, but this tomb should be of a noble of the State of Lu in the Warring States period. You see that the location of his tomb is recorded on a silk book in the form of calligraphy and painting, indicating that this person's status should be quite high, and this tomb must be very hidden. It is a good cave and worth a visit."
When I heard that it was a major tomb in the Warring States period, my heart turned over. In the tombs of Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, there are treasures, but that can only be said to be exquisite. However, the royal tombs of the Warring States period are too old. You can never estimate what is inside. Maybe you can even get a few ancient treasures. This temptation cannot be erased by money, and the attraction for tomb raiders is naturally infinite.
But when I thought about it, I had no chance to go, so being excited was of no use. My family teaching is very strict. My father insists on making our generation completely break away from this line. I and my two younger cousins have not touched this line, and even the Luoyang shovel is a prohibited item. When I was a child, I just used a needle shovel to catch fish in the river, and almost got beaten to death by my father.
My third uncle is the only one in the family who has not gotten married and had children, and his personality is relatively uninhibited. He has always had objections to my father's approach. Now seeing my appearance, he just shook his head: "I say, you, this kid, are really quite honest. Your father says you are not allowed to go down, and you really dare not go down. You are already over twenty and still afraid of what? Afraid that he will beat you? Beat you, then beat you. It won't take your life. When I was as old as you, I would go wherever I wanted to go and do whatever I wanted to do. Your grandfather couldn't control me."
I said that, who are you? Everyone in Hangzhou Santi Pavilion knows that your Third Master Wu farts are fragrant.
My third uncle gave me a white look, lit a cigarette, and said that he would have the opportunity to take me to see and go there secretly without letting my father know. The Wu family has been making a living underground for hundreds of years. This kind of complex cannot be broken just like that.
I didn't know if he was serious or not, and didn't pay much attention to it. The two of us talked for half the night, and before I knew it, I also drank half a catty of white wine. I looked at it and if I continued to drink, I wouldn't be able to go back, so I got up to say goodbye, didn't drive, and directly took a taxi home.
When I returned to the small house I rented on the other side of the stone bridge, it was already dawn. I sent a message to Wang Meng, telling him to go and open the shop by himself, and then lay on the bed and fell asleep instantly.
I slept until the afternoon, and the sleep was not very smooth. Many seemingly dream-like pictures appeared in my mind strangely, such as tombs, zombies, mixed with some pink pictures, which was simply a big medley.
When I woke up, I suddenly felt stuffy in my heart for some reason, and I didn't know why. I got up, washed my face, and wanted to go online to find some fun, but found that it was not smooth, so I just lit a cigarette and went to the balcony to smoke and watch the rural women landlords playing mahjong in the yard.
I was there for a long time, thinking about it for a long time, only to realize that I was thinking about the tomb that my third uncle said, so I called him and asked him how to prepare and whether to send his subordinates or go by himself. There are things I can help with. My third uncle said that he would consider it well before telling me, and then hung up the phone.
In the following few days, I didn't know why, I was preoccupied, and I always felt uncomfortable in my heart. I called my third uncle every half day, asking him this and that, and trying to find out the situation of that tomb in various ways.
My third uncle laughed at the hint he saw over the phone: "Don't damnly talk nonsense east and west. I know what you kid is thinking. To tell the truth, do you want to itch and go down to see? There's nothing wrong with saying this. Why are you like a woman, being so wordy for a long time?
I heard this, and it seems that my original intention is exactly this. I didn't even realize it myself. I felt a little embarrassed and said, I don't know if what you said last night counts. You've drunk so much. Maybe you just forgot. My third uncle laughed for a long time on the phone and said that if you really want to go, come over immediately. There are many things to prepare. I hurriedly nodded and agreed, and then went to my third uncle's side.
He was making a phone call to Mangshan there, saying that he wanted to transfer several experienced associates over. He wrote a note and gave it to me, asking me to help him buy some things. He also cautioned me, "Don't buy fake goods. Also, prepare a set of tourist outfits, otherwise, before we arrive at the place, we will be detained first." I nodded repeatedly and went to busy separately.
The things my third uncle wanted were rather particular, and it is probably to make things difficult for me. These things in the list are really not available in ordinary stores. For example, what kind of split-type waterproof mining lamp, threaded steel pipe, archaeological shovel head, multi-purpose military knife, folding shovel, short-handle hammer, bandages, nylon rope, and so on. Only 1/2 of the purchase cost nearly 10,000 yuan, and some things still need to be ordered before they are available.
However, these are still good. The most troublesome thing is that a gun is also required on the list. My third uncle probably needs to enter the old forest this time, and without a gun, it won't work. Not to mention evil spirits and monsters, even if you encounter a wild boar, it will be enough for us to suffer. The gun must be bought, and it can't be bought *. I don't have a way, so I run to the second-hand goods market all day, looking for it black and white, and finally managed to get a few second-hand double-barreled shotguns.