Old Liu said that Professor Sun and his friends had just been there for a long time. The Gutian County Town in Shiqiao Store is not far away, but the place is very back and people who have never been there may not be found. I will find someone to take you there, so I called over to a fool on the street, who was about ten years old. He was his grandson. He usually lives in Henan with his parents. Every year, he goes to Gutian County to play during the summer vacation. The Shibeidian is very close to the county town, and this kid often goes there to play.

Old Man Liu greeted the child: "Second Primary School, stop playing tricks, take your uncle and your aunt to the stone tablet shop. They want to find Professor Sun from the archaeological team."

The second little girl picked her head and maybe she had just finished fighting with another child, and she was covered in dirt and dragged her line of blue noses that were almost flowing across the river. Seeing that Old Man Liu asked him to lead the way for us, she led Shirley and Yang to the stone tablet shop.

The road to Shibeidian is indeed very difficult to walk. It is full of rugged and intestinal paths. Second Primary School told us that it is not far away, but the road is not easy to walk. You will arrive after walking the highest hillside in front.

Seeing that the child was too dirty and couldn't see it, Shirley Yang took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose, and asked him with a smile: "Your name is Erxiao? What's your surname?"

Erxiao wiped his nose and replied, "The nickname is Erxiao, the surname is Wang, Wang Erxiao."

When I heard that the child's name was interesting, I joked with him: "Your kid is Wang Erxiao? You kid wouldn't treat us as a Japanese and introduce us to the ambush circle, right?"

Wang Erxiao said to me silly: "Uncle, what is the ambush circle? Yes, who is that woman? Why is she so beautiful?"

I secretly saw Shirley Yang walking behind, and whispered to the second little girl: "What's good-looking or not? You little brat, why don't you learn well at such a young age? She is my wife and has a bad temper. No one except me will let you see it. You'd better not mess with her."

Shirley Yang walked behind. Although I spoke in a low voice, she still heard the second half of my words while walking, and asked, "Old Hu, you just said not to mess with anyone?"

I quickly patted Wang Erxiao's head and said to Shirley Yang: "I just said that this little guy is very naughty. I knew that Miss Hua is beautiful to work at such a young age. Don't mention these kids nowadays, not to mention, few of them were like me when I was a child. They have been so ambitious and have good plans since childhood..."

Before I finished speaking, a strong rural man with a white alfred hand towel suddenly turned from behind the hillside. He had a belt around his waist and a stick in his hand. He shouted to us: "Stop, Miss Shihua's work? Are you Japanese?"

I was startled by him. Although it was in the valley, in broad daylight, were there any strong people who had the path to cut? I hurriedly blocked Erxiao and Shirley Yang behind him and said to the man: "My fellow villager, don't get me wrong. They are all our own people. We are not the Japanese army, we are the Eighth Route Army armed forces."

The fellow villager with a white towel looked at the three of us up and down: "What the Eighth Route Army? I don't think you are like silk-slim people." Then he drove us with a stick, saying that the place was martial law by the militia and he was not allowed to enter.

I thought to myself that there was no disaster or war, and I didn't hear the militia saying that martial law was rigorous with wooden sticks. What was the grandson going crazy, so I rolled up my sleeves and planned to snatch the stick in his hand so that the reckless farmer would not hurt anyone.

I was about to go over and let it go, but I didn't expect that this villager who claimed to be the leader of the militia platoon in Shibeidian actually knew the second primary school of the three of us. It turned out that the second primary school was playing with his son. In this way, both sides stopped fighting and stood up to speak.

The militia platoon leader was clumsy and his cheeks were mushy, and he was accented with a heavy local accent. After talking to us for a long time, I probably understood what was going on.

It turns out that the name of this stone tablet shop is derived from an unknown stone tablet nearby. The stone tablet is very tall and stands tall. I don’t know which dynasty or which dynasty is left behind. The wind and rain are blowing, and the handwriting on the stele has long been blurred.

When it comes to the stone tablet shop, the most famous one is not the broken stone tablet, but an old-fashioned coffin shop in the village. There are only this coffin shop nearby in the neighboring villages, including Gutian County, because the other coffin sales business is not as good as him. Legend has it that this old coffin shop was the earliest one, and the shopkeeper was a good carpenter worker, and he started to run a wooden worker.

Once, the carpenter made a coffin for a family. The coffin had just been finished and had not been painted yet. According to the rules, eighteen layers of lacquer were required. At that time, the semi-finished coffin was placed in his carpenter's shop.

At night, the carpenter sat in the middle hall and drank a few glasses of old wine. When he thought that the business was not easy to do, he took on this job in more than half a month. He couldn't help feeling a little depressed, so he patted the coffin and sighed, and he felt drunk. He lay on the coffin and fell asleep unknowingly.

That night, the carpenter had a dream. He dreamed that there was a ball of ice in the coffin, which made it tremble all over, as if it was falling into an ice cellar. Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door woke him up. When he opened the door, he found that there was a family in the same village. Someone passed away at night, so he came to him to make a coffin.

It is rare that a new job will come immediately after a long life. The carpenter was overjoyed, but it was difficult to show it. After all, it was a birthday cake for people who were doing funerals. On the surface, it had to be a little sad. In order to express deep sympathy for the villagers' neighbors, the carpenter patted the semi-finished coffin again, and then collected the deposit and started to work hard.

As the sun rose to the top of my head, the carpenter was working hard to build the longevity material. Suddenly someone came to settle the coffin again. This was really strange. Only ten people died in the village a year, and two people died in a row in a while.

The carpenter thought about it the more he became, and he recalled the dream he had at night. Could it be that those people died because they slapped the coffin with their hands? So he tried to pat the semi-finished coffin again. Before dark, someone died again.

The carpenter was both surprised and happy. He didn't know what was going on. Why did someone die nearby when he slapped the coffin with his hand? He was happy that he didn't have any business this time. This carpenter was a man who was afraid of being poor and could not care about other people's lives or death at this time. Could it be that because of those who had no relationship with each other, they would not leave the way to make money? Of course not. When the carpenter saw that there was too much work, he went to another coffin shop overnight and bought a few ready-made longevity materials.

Since then, the carpenter's shop has completely become a coffin shop, and he also discovered a secret. When he was photographing this coffin, the harder he tried, the farther the place where the dead was away. The money was easy to make. The more he made money, the darker he became. He swallowed up all the coffin shops nearby. Just pat the semi-finished coffin twice and waited to count the money.

But I didn't dare to take pictures until I finished it. Who knew what was going on here? He had never leaked this secret, but there was no airtight wall. Everyone knew about these things. However, this kind of catching things is hard to say and there is no evidence, so there is no way to treat him as an official. But everyone saw him like a plague-avoiding god, and hid far away.

Even a wife was not married until old. Not long ago, this former little carpenter, the old shopkeeper of the coffin shop, died at his home. When people found his body, it was already rotten and smelly. Only his coffin shop nearby. The longevity materials in the store were sold out, and only the semi-finished coffin placed in the hall. The villagers were worried when they remembered the rumors, but the village committee could not ignore it and could not let the old shopkeeper of the coffin shop rot to the house. The weather was hot, and the corpse plague was amazing. Although cremation was implemented at that time, the concept of early rural burial was still deeply rooted. So the village chief found a few bold militias and used woven bags to pack the bodies into the coffin to be buried.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I moved the coffin, I found a thin crack on the ground below. The gap was very deep. Putting my hand on it, I felt a cool breeze blowing out. It seemed like a big hole below. Those curious people pried open the bricks and stones on the ground and found that there was indeed a cave below, and the cold inside was extremely cold.

The militia platoon leader volunteered to find out and asked someone to hang him in a basket. Before long, he tried to shake the rope and let someone pull him up. This trip was so scared that he almost urinated his pants, saying that the ground was covered with blue bricks, and there was a stone bed below, and there was a stone box on top. The stone box was not big, flat and flat, with many strange words carved on it. The militia platoon leader took the stone box up.

Everyone opened the stone box and saw that there were six unknown jade beasts with red blood inside. According to the militia platoon leader, there seemed to be another layer under the cave, but it was too dark and gloomy, so I didn't dare to go in and look in again.

Because the villagers were present, the villagers were very aware and immediately notified the archaeological team of Gutian County. After hearing the news, Professor Sun knew that the discovery might be very important and did not dare to delay for a moment. He immediately brought people over.

In such a countryside, nothing big happened all year round, so the news spread quickly, and even the people in the county rushed to watch the fun. In order to maintain order, Professor Sun asked the militia in the village to stop the idle people outside the village and prevent them from entering and watching, because the scope, scale, and background of the cave are still unclear, and once it is destroyed, the losses will be irreparable.

So the militia platoon leader took chicken feathers as command arrows and led people to set up clips at each entrance, claiming that the village had entered a state of military martial law, which stopped Shirley Yang and I to interrogate.

After hearing what the militia platoon leader said, I knew that I could not force myself to deal with small peasants with their forces. I had to say some good things and give him some benefits, and then I could go in to find Professor Sun. So I said to the militia platoon leader: "Comrade Commander, we are all acquaintances of Professor Sun. There is indeed an urgent matter to find him. Please give him some convenience." As he said that, he gave the militia platoon leader five yuan.
Chapter completed!