Cat Gu Notes

, he couldn't see it too clearly, but through the heavy branches and bushes, he could still vaguely see a dark cave on the opposite cliff.

"Placing the hanging coffin is not bad." Xia Mingruo said.

"Could it be that the tomb of the empress is actually the hanging coffin of the empress?" Chu Haiyang asked, "What did Teacher Li tell you before leaving?"

"You let me go first." Xia Mingruo demanded.

He broke free from the rope, took out a handful of fried soybeans from his pocket, and threw them into his mouth one by one, feeling very comfortable.

"Say it." Chu Haiyang urged him.

"He mentioned Niangniang's Grave and asked me to come here to have a look." Xia Mingruo said, "By the way, do you still remember Mr. Zhao?"

How can I not remember that Mr. Zhao is an old-fashioned intellectual, who shared the same compound with them, and used to take the two of them to the park to play.Chu Haiyang sighed lightly: "It's been almost 15 years."

"In 1965, the Institute of Geology discovered the teeth of Yuanmou people in a small basin in Yuanmou County. That place is on the bank of the Jinsha River, at an altitude of about 100 meters."

"I've been." Chu Haiyang said.

"Actually Mr. Zhao and the others were also in Yunnan at that time. It's just that our old baby Li Changsheng misheard Yuanmou County as Yun County on the phone. He missed it and walked back through Yongcui Mountain. A family at the foot of the mountain. It turned out that the dog had a jade cong tied around its neck, or something that looked like a jade cong. After all, the jade cong is also a ritual vessel in the Central Plains. It was about seven centimeters high, hollow, and sapphire. The patterns are like Kui patterns."

"That piece of jade is a burial vessel?" Chu Haiyang guessed.

"Well," Xia Mingruo said, "it seems like a funeral object."

"Why do you say it seems?"

Xia Mingruo spread his hands: "Because Yunnan belongs to the border area, the ancient civilization is very different from the Central Plains. If they are not professional researchers, who can be sure? I asked my fellow villagers at that time, and they said they picked them up when they went up the mountain. There is the Empress Tomb, so the old man dared to speculate that this piece of jade was a burial vessel, but they were not able to go up the mountain that time."

"In short, the old man exchanged the jade with five catties of national grain coupons. I said it was too expensive, and I didn't know how to pay back the price. Later, I didn't have time to study it. Later, oh..." Xia Mingruo didn't continue. .Later, at the end of 1966, Mr. Zhao Cheng, a university professor, was persecuted to death. His life's writings and hard work were burned, and the jade was also confiscated from his home, probably smashed into pieces.

Chu Haiyang sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Now let's start from the beginning."

It was getting dark and the mountain wind picked up suddenly, Chu Haiyang set up a small pot to cook, Xia Mingruo couldn't stand the gluttonous jumping in his stomach, so he would do some tricks from time to time, this time he would steal a piece of baked sweet potato, next time he would steal a baked potato, A piece of bacon, steal a box of canned food...

Chu Haiyang couldn't bear it anymore, he drove him all over the mountain with his long legs, and when the two came back, they found Xiao Chen hugging a tree and shaking.

"Xiao Chen, are you cold?" Xia Mingruo asked with concern while squatting beside him.

Xiao Chen said: "Guiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguiguigui......"

Xia Mingruo said: "There are a lot of ghosts, like Lao Huang's relatives holding a meeting. Lao Huang must be happy to be here."

"Don't talk nonsense! There are indeed many," Chu Haiyang put out the bonfire and pointed to the opposite cliff, "Look."

The cliff was as black as iron, and the mountain wind blew the trees and rocks. At first glance, it was really a ghostly shadow, but after waiting for a while, I saw a fire in the opposite cave, which flickered and went out.

"Wild-o'-the-wisp!" Xia Mingruo exclaimed, and if Lao Huang was here, he would probably "meow" to express his amazement.

"That's human fire," Chu Haiyang said, "someone is in the cave."

"Let's go," he said.

"No! No!" Xiao Chen's lips turned white, "Traveling in the mountains at night is just courting death! There are man-eating beasts everywhere! Besides, don't look at me closely, but actually walking to the opposite side will take three hours at least! "

Chu Haiyang hesitated for a while, but Xia Mingruo enthusiastically signed up: "I'll go, catch the current one!"

He took a long time to dig out in his backpack, took out several things that seemed to be made of metal, and put them together under the hazy moonlight: "Whether the wind blows and the waves blow, it's better than walking in the garden. Look, I have the Qinglong Crescent Knife."

"Wow!" Xiao Chen exclaimed.

Chu Haiyang took a closer look: "Don't trust him, explore the shovel."

Xia Mingruo also looked at it: "Oh, I took it wrong."

He lifted the backpack upside down and shook it, then picked up a bronze handle among the pile of miscellaneous things, pulled the two ends, popped out the knife holder, spread out a roll of old newspapers, took out two pure black long blades, and fixed them on the Behind the knife rest is a sharp double-ended knife that is as high as a person. It is simple in shape and cold.

Chu Haiyang was speechless, and squatted down with his forehead supported.

Xia Mingruo peeked at Chu Haiyang's expression, and then said sternly, "I didn't steal this from your father's laboratory, I just found another one by chance."

Chu Haiyang murmured: "I don't care where you got it from, I care how you brought the national second-class cultural relic onto the train..."

"Is this difficult?" Xia Mingruo was puzzled.

Certainly not difficult, for a man who can carry a whole bundle of detonators in his car.

"What is this?" Xiao Chen asked.

"An ancient weapon."

Chu Haiyang had already decided to act again at dawn, so he lit the fire again.According to Xiao Chen, even if they saw the fire, it would take at least three hours for them to come over, so there was nothing to be afraid of, but the beasts in the mountains had to beware.

"Is it really used by Guan Gong?" Xiao Chen turned around the knife, feeling extremely rare.

"Well," Xia Mingruo nodded, "This is a national treasure, and only this one has been found so far, which is unprecedented."

"Wow!" Xiao Chen admired from the bottom of his heart.

The blade cut across the night sky, whistling, Xia Mingruo maintained a posture that he thought was handsome, and continued to babble: "Around 278 BC, Guan Yu, a famous statesman, military strategist, writer, and educator, began to assist Qin Guotong. One Six Kingdoms, fought against Qin Qiong for three hundred rounds, and the weapon was this long knife."

"So this is an ancient sword from the Warring States Period." Chu Haiyang added.

The scientific name is the double-headed knife with gold-plated panchi pattern, and Chu Haiyang's father (a cultural relic scientist who specializes in ancient weapons) simply calls it "panchi knife".

"Wow." Xiao Chen didn't study history anyway, whether he was in the Warring States Period or the Five Dynasties.He reached out to touch the blade, "Where did this come from?"

"Unearthed from the Xiling Qin Cemetery, it is the largest tomb excavated since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The tomb path alone is 120 meters long. Look at the steel flower of this knife, it can be said to be brilliant." Xia Mingruo pointed at the orchid flower and said delicately, "Ocean, I'm hungry gone."

"I can't do without you!" Chu Haiyang rolled his eyes.

Xia Mingruo immediately sat down to eat.

"Comrades at the grassroots level, can you pay attention to me?" Chu Haiyang reminded him of the dining etiquette.

"Hey, my own people, my own people." Xia Mingruo poked Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's eyes were still fixed on the long knife: "Hey, Warring States..."

"And it is still sharp after 2000 years, because there is a dense oxide layer on the blade, which is the black thing." Chu Haiyang raised the knife and slashed it casually. The branches and weeds were all cut off when the blade passed, "Look, the ancients amazing."

"You can imagine that when this knife cuts your head, it's like cutting vegetables." Xia Mingruo touched Xiao Chen's neck.

Xiao Chen shivered.

"It's a pity that the casting process has been lost," Chu Haiyang sighed regretfully, "My dad and the others have been working hard since the 60s. Aside from the time wasted by the 'Cultural Revolution', they haven't imitated it yet."

Xiao Chen's eyes widened, not believing that things made more than 2000 years ago can't be made now.

"There are too many things that can't be done," Chu Haiyang asked, "Do the terracotta warriors know?"

It's a no-brainer to ask.

"From 1974 to 1975, when the terracotta warriors and horses were discovered, a crossbow machine from the Qin Dynasty was also discovered, which cannot be imitated now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a muffled sound.Can't tell what it is, it's not loud, but it's definitely echoing.

"Gunshots?" Xia Mingruo said.

"Not sure," Chu Haiyang shook his head, and then ordered, "Sleep."

"Is it really not possible?" Xia Mingruo asked.

"You can't go there!" Xiao Chen hastily emphasized again.

Chu Haiyang stuffed Xia Mingruo into the tent: "Let's recharge your batteries." Half a minute later, Xia Mingruo fell asleep while maintaining the stuffed position.

"You go to sleep too. I'll keep watch every two hours." Chu Haiyang patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder, then sat down and looked at the fire. He looked at the panchi knife.

Good knife, good knife, look at the gold-plated bronze handle, which was rusted when it was unearthed. After thousands of years of underground burial, there is no rust, such as soil rust, such as ground rust.Soak in weak acid solution, remove finely with a knife, and then pickle, the pattern will gradually appear.Beautiful, so beautiful!Panchi, Yuchang, Chunjun, Tai'a, Zhanlu, the treasures of the country...

Xiao Chen was shaking his gums up and down, and crawled to his side: "Brother!"

Chu Haiyang said, "Huh? Haven't slept yet?"

Xiao Chen said with a pale face, "I beg you not to wipe the knife in the middle of the night, okay?"

Chu Haiyang readily agreed, and got into the tent to wake Xia Mingruo: "It's you, it's you! Don't believe it, get up!"

Xia Mingruo muttered, "I'm dead..."

Chu Haiyang pulled him up: "Go watch the night."

Xia Mingruo half closed his eyes: "Isn't Xiao Chen here..."

"What kind of enlightenment are you?" Chu Haiyang half-coaxed and half-cursed to push him out, "Don't embarrass us Beijingers, hurry up."

"I'm not from Beijing, my father is from Jiangnan, and so am I."

"I don't care, watch the night for me!"

Xia Mingruo reluctantly lay on his side by the campfire, resting his head on his head, looking up at the sky.A hazy moon in the sky, slightly reddish, is the kind of ghost moon that country people used to call it.

"Xiao Chen..." Xia Mingruo said slowly, "Did you fall asleep?"

Little Chen Bei who just fell asleep