Cat Gu Notes

A house of porcelain is precious, and a jar of ancient wine may be worth more than a table of jade.Treasures and antiques are all valuable, but the truth of history is priceless. It is impossible for a plate to affect China for 300 years, but one thing can, such as Xiao Heyue chasing Han Xin, and Chongzhen killing Yuan Chonghuan.

During the recuperation period, Xia Mingruo suddenly deviated from the normal track and said that he wanted to teach Liu Gousheng arithmetic. It turned out that this kid was still a long way from being a "stupid". Only after asking the teacher at the township primary school did he find out that he was studying for the third grade.

Xia Mingruo was very moved by this, patted the child on the shoulder, pointed to the sunset and said: "Madame Curie buried her head in the experiment, Deng Jiaxian played two heroes, Lin Zexu Humen sold cigarettes (what does this matter?), dog left, you We have already stood on the same starting line as them, the truth is ahead! Victory is also ahead!"

With crystal tears in Liu Gouxun's eyes, he looked up at the little face of his mentor who had been bitten beyond recognition by mosquitoes, and vowed that from now on, he would go to heaven and earth, and follow him forever.

Chu Haiyang persuaded him to rein in the precipice: "Why don't you follow anyone, why do you want to follow him?"

Liu Gouzeng became curious: "Why can't you follow?"

"You don't even know who he is," Chu Haiyang said while repairing the electric meter. "When we were in elementary school, there was a lot of martial arts, and some people always put bricks in schoolbags. It's just that they put bricks in their bags. Xia Biexin wants to pack them." Two pieces, one piece is taken and another piece is called a spare weapon, which is called a shame."

"The most shameless thing is," Chu Haiyang continued, "this person had too many feuds when he was young. In order to prevent others from making decisions, he could only put iron sheets in his hat. As a result, a piece of his head was worn bald. Long hair." "Nonsense!" Xia Mingruo said, "You are bald."

Chu Haiyang laughed loudly: "Hey! Look, you still don't admit it, who is the one who lent you the hat? Who is the person who helped you with the potion? I said why don't you put it on now? Put it on, put it on, The old man's today is your tomorrow."

Unfortunately, the old man just appeared, and he slowly revealed his face from behind Chu Haiyang, his eyes slanted upwards, and he paused every word: "Bald, ladle."

Chu Haiyang jumped up, grabbed the vise with one hand, and dragged the wire and meter with the other, and fled away in a hurry.

On the evening of the fifth day, the technician finally appeared at the entrance of the village, and the archaeological team and all the villagers greeted him with applause.

The technician team consisted of a dozen or so people, mainly responsible for transporting the male corpse from the ice cellar, and several of them were responsible for the preliminary treatment of the corpse. Among them was a young forensic doctor borrowed from the public security system, who was very eye-catching, and his name was Lin Shaohu.

Upon hearing his name, Xia Mingruo asked, "Have you come back from Yunnan?"

The forensic doctor was arranging the equipment, and suddenly raised his head: "What did you say?"

Ordinarily this person looks good, but his lines are too hard and his eyes are too sharp, standing there he is not angry but majestic.

Xia Mingruo took a step back in shock: "I confess, I confess, I communicated with foreign countries in kindergarten, sent anonymous counter-revolutionary letters to the head teacher of the elementary school, and blatantly attacked Aunt Wang, the rebel pioneer of the Workers Propaganda Team..."

"What did you just say?" Lin Shaohu asked him.

Xia Mingruo took another step back: "Yun... I... I said Yunnan."

Lin Shaohu's expression was still stern, but his eyes gradually glowed: "Do you know Cheng Jingjun?"

Xia Mingruo nodded.The man suddenly smiled, as if the sun had melted the ice: "Is Young Master Cheng still not doing his job properly?"

Xia Mingruo really wanted to say no solemnly. He was following in the footsteps of the great communist fighter Bethune and contributing light and heat to the health cause on the frontiers of the motherland. Shaohu sees people thoroughly.

It's a pity that Lin Shaohu turned his face straight after he finished laughing: "I'm going to see the corpse now."

Xia Mingruo honestly agreed: "Hey."

The man turned around and left, after walking a few steps, he turned around suddenly: "Is he alright?"

Xia Mingruo was stunned: "Okay, very good, great."

Lin Shaohu left again, Xia Mingruo turned around and taught Liu Gousheng, "Look, Uncle Policeman, how majestic you are."

Unfortunately, it was too hot, even if the technicians came, the corpses could not be transported out, and the freezer truck had to be adjusted.The technicians had no choice but to keep injecting antiseptics into the male corpse. After a few days, Chu Haiyang also became an antiseptic expert.

But with the technician here, the burden on everyone's shoulders has been lightened a lot, thinking that they can finally sleep well.

Because of Da Wu's miraculous skills, Xia Mingruo could only set up a shop in the factory workshop.He suffered from insomnia in the middle of the night, thinking that the uncle and the leopard should be asleep, so he got up to watch the technicians work, only to find that Chu Haiyang and the old man were also there, and fearing being nagged by them, he sneaked back and met Lin Lin on the way. less lake.

Lin Shaohu put his head under the faucet.

Xia Mingruo called him: "Uncle Policeman."

Lin Shaohu raised his face dripping with water: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Xia Mingruo asked: "Are you sleepy?"

"A little bit," Lin Shaohu said, "The corpse water has been collected and can be sent to Beijing for testing."

"Hey, Uncle," Xia Mingruo leaned against the wall and asked him with a smile, "How do you know Cheng Jingjun?"

Lin Shaohu said: "We've known each other since we were young, everyone on the beach doesn't know the Cheng family."

"Neighbor?"

"Forget it, I'm a child of the garrison, and the two live very close together. I remember that the door of their house is never opened, and occasionally it is opened. I ran to see it, and then I deeply felt what it means to be a capitalist." Lin Shaohu He recalled, "I still remember his parents. The two of them often appeared in the western restaurant opened in Belarus. They were very well dressed, but they were still very polite to others."

"Where's Cheng Jingjun?"

Lin Shaohu said: "He is the young master. I thought he was out of his mind at first, because he seemed to know nothing, and he was simply out of this world. We used to describe him as 'golden bird'. So ..." He paused, "So it was very pitiful for him to be dragged to kneel on the broken glass later."

"No more," Lin Shaohu said, "There is no need to tell you about the old things."

Xia Mingruo asked: "Did you let him go? From the school's cell?"

Lin Shaohu wiped off the water from his hair: "I also sent him to the train, thinking that he would not come back alive."

"Hey!" Xia Mingruo laughed loudly, "It's such a nourishing life!"

Lin Shaohu walked into the shadow of the tree, his expression could not be seen under the faint starlight: "Yes."

He was silent for a while, probably lighting a cigarette, and a little spark lit up in the darkness.

"In 1975, I participated in a detection training class. When a reporter came to interview me, my comrades and I published it in the newspaper. He probably saw it and wrote me a letter. When this letter was transferred to me, the time had passed. Half a year has passed. There was no signature on the letter, and there were only two words: 'Shaohu', but I knew who wrote it at the first glance."

Lin Shaohu said: "I am very sensitive to handwriting, especially those who have practiced handwriting in childhood."

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling: "I'm laughing... You don't know how long I have been crying while holding this letter, but I feel that the past ten years are really nothing. It’s okay to cut wood, it’s okay to be locked in a small room day and night to write confession materials, the important thing is that Cheng Jingjun is still alive! He can still write to me!”

He really choked up: "What do you think is better than this in the world?"

Xia Mingruo smiled kindly: "Uncle Police is crying."

"Nonsense, who is crying?" Lin Shaohu sniffed hard, "Don't go out and say it!"

"I'm not that bad." Xia Mingruo said with a smile.

"Let's go, don't talk nonsense with you," Lin Shaohu threatened to go to the cellar, "Don't go out and say it, or I won't spare you. Also, the Cheng family hasn't been rehabilitated yet, so it would be bad for them if these words spread out." good."

Xia Mingruo swore: "Swear to Chairman Mao."

Lin Shaohu was about to enter the house, but Xia Mingruo called him again: "Uncle policeman, that was 15 years..."

Lin Shaohu turned back and smiled: "If you study history, you should know the principles from ancient times. Everything in the past is like dying yesterday; everything in the future is like being born today. Since it has passed, it is not worth entanglement. Unfortunately, 15 years is nothing. !"

He turned around, straightened his waist, and strode forward.

Xia Mingruo followed him with a smile and went into the cellar.

There was a head in the cellar that was very reflective. The old man and Chu Haiyang were shoulder to shoulder, almost clinging to the ancient corpse. Xia Mingruo called them, but the two turned a deaf ear.

Xia Mingruo also posted it to read: "The eyeballs are protruding, and they are in the early stages of decay."

Chu Haiyang ordered: "Wear a mask."

Xia Mingruo took a piece of gauze and covered his mouth and nose: "What are you studying?"

"What else is there," said the old man, "armour."

The male corpse was wearing a full set of golden armor.

Of course, it was not made of real gold, but a layer of gold was plated on the iron armor. At that time, the gold plating technology was already very superb, and the ancient nobles were happy to do this. No one wanted to wear a gold armor.The average weight of a full-body iron armor is sixty catties. If it were replaced with gold, the wearer would not be able to stand up at all.

As far as the standard is concerned, this kind of armor is also called Mingguang armor, with two round guards on the front chest and back.The so-called "bright light" means that the two round guards are polished to a particularly bright light, just like a mirror. When on the battlefield, the sun shines, shining and majestic.It is often mentioned in old novels that "so and so came up on the horse, and I saw him with a crown of red tassels soaring to the sky, and a heart guard with animal heads on the front and back", which actually means that this person is wearing Mingguang armor.

There are also two pottery figurines standing behind the coffin in the tomb. According to the old man's observation, they are general figurines, and they also look like they are wearing Mingguang armor.

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