The man shouted, and the flower boat slowly started to move, gradually sailing into the mist on the river.

A moment later, accompanied by the faint sound of the piano, the sweet voice of the Red Lady came from a distance.

"In the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling were engaged in fishing. They traveled by the stream and forgot the distance of the road..."

She was reciting the eternally beautiful poem "The Peach Blossom Spring" left by Tao Yuanming, but she didn't know what it meant.

"Little brother, please take a closer look, the world is far away, we will meet again when we are destined..."

The man appeared at the bow of the boat, carrying the jar of wine, and drank from his head. Then he threw the jar into the river, laughed wildly, and turned around with an indescribable heroic gesture.

Not long after, his rough singing voice sounded.

"Those who have fallen into the rivers and lakes are ill-fated people. Human feelings are as cold as the Wujiang River, and the world is more difficult than the road in Shu. The road is difficult, and the road is difficult, not in the mountains, not in the water, but only in the repeated changes in people's hearts..."

However, his singing voice is really hard to compliment. It is more like the shouting of a tracker, with a sense of heroism in it.

I stopped by the river, waiting for the boat to disappear on the water, and then my eyes fell on the package she sent me.

It was still a while before dawn when she sent this thing, but she immediately urged me to get off the boat...

I understand the meaning - the things inside are related to me, so she sent it directly, but she didn't want to get involved in the cause and effect, so she didn't explain it in depth, so I didn't open it in front of her. That was a bit ignorant.

Yes, dragging the spectators into the water is an attempt to turn against one another.

Now that she's gone, I don't have to be picky anymore.

The package was heavy. After untying it, there was a large wooden box inside. The box had a lock, but it was not locked. The lid opened with a slight lift. It was covered with bright yellow silk cloth, and the silk cloth was wrapped inside.

It's a pottery.

The pottery is an old thing, I can't tell the age, but it is undoubtedly painted pottery. I just say it is a jar, and the size is not up to it. I say it is a bottle. The belly is too big, the opening is also big, and there is a lid with a carved human head on it.

But it’s not really a bottle…

"This is……"

I picked up the pottery, turned it over and over in my hands for a while, then put it down and washed my hands by the river.

Although I'm not sure, judging from the shape of this thing... I'm afraid it's not a serious thing.

This thing reminds me of the "urn coffin", which is a relatively unique "coffin".

It's usually like making a pottery urn, stuffing it into the urn after the person dies, and burying it...

This method of burying people was popular for a while thousands of years ago. At that time, everyone regardless of age or sex was interested in this method. Later, it was basically still used by monks. This kind of urn coffin was also called "monk sitting on the vat".

This kind of sitting vat has something to do with the sitting posture of monks. Sitting means that those accomplished monks still maintain a sitting posture after death. Such attained eminent monks are either cremated in temples or buried in sitting vats.

If the corpse is dead and dug up every few years, if the face is still lifelike, the corpse will be molded into a golden body. This is what people often call the "flesh Buddha". The relics and the flesh Buddha are both proof that the monks have attained enlightenment.

It's just that whether it's an "urn coffin" or a "sitting vat", people can be stuffed into the vat, and the size is very large. The thing in front of you looks like an "urn coffin", but the size

If you can't get in, let alone an adult, I'm afraid it would be too much for a child.

In addition, I couldn't tell the age of this thing, so even if I had some ideas in my mind, I couldn't put it into practice, so I simply stopped touching this evil thing, wrapped it up, and went directly to Ayi's eldest brother's house.

Lao Bai and Brother Yaozi are still unconscious from high fever, and their faces are getting redder and redder. Among them, Xiao Zhi is the most serious, and their young faces are all black and red. They feel hot to the touch, which makes me feel bad.

Ding is a bigger person, but he has gone through these trials and tribulations with us. He is a person destined to be unlucky.

I took out the potion that the matchmaker gave me and applied it on these people one by one. It was interesting to say that after applying it, the bottle was empty and you couldn't even touch it with your finger.

"This is like giving a man a fish, never teaching him how to fish. They are all men who have become elites. Even this is clearly calculated."

I shook my head and smiled, but my worries were relieved. The red lady's medicine was not Ayi's pure natural herbal medicine. Its effectiveness has already been reflected on my body. I think it won't be long before Lao Bai and the others wake up.

The light in another room turned on at some point, and when I returned, Ayi was reading under the light, very attentive.

This girl had a calmness that was different from others of her age. When she saw me coming back, she didn't ask where I had been, and said without raising her eyes: "I have 'Mound Meat' over there. If you are hungry, go and get it."

"

I was originally going to go back to the house directly, but when I heard this, I stopped and looked at the other person carefully.

Under the light, the little girl looked serious, but her hands were rougher than those of her peers, which were the traces of frequent farm work.

What she was reading was a high school physics book. There was a name written on the cover, but it was not her name.

If nothing unexpected happens, this book should be an old textbook donated here from outside.

"You... aren't you afraid of us?"

I asked with some curiosity: "The adults have gone out, there are only some old people left here, and you, a little girl, pick us strangers back, don't you worry that we are bad people?"

Ayi's reaction was particularly fierce. She suddenly reached under the table, picked up an object and slapped it on the table with a bang.

It was clearly a shotgun.

All right……

Pretend I didn't ask this.

"that……"

I hesitated for a moment, changed the topic, pointed to the textbook in her hand, and said, "You seem to be past the age of going to college..."

"You Han people have such strange ideas..."

The girl who was studying seriously turned her head for the first time, and looked at me up and down with her wild eyes: "The things here are very useful. Do you think learning these things is just to get into college?"

I was speechless for a moment.

"No matter how old you are, you have to learn..."

Ayi's mind was immersed in the textbook again, muttering to herself as if she had some obsession: "I missed it, but I still have to learn so that I can teach my future children to learn. One day, they will

Leave this place..."

Seeing this, I didn't disturb her anymore. After returning to the house, I gently closed the door and didn't dare to make a sound.

After a night of silence, the next day, the strange blood-red color on my face had disappeared, replaced by a large area of ​​blood scab.

People always have such a bad habit, that is, when they see blood scabs or other things on their bodies, they can't help but pick them...

Then I regretted it as soon as I picked it, and tore off a large piece, which was bleeding profusely. I had no choice but to find gauze and wrap it around my forehead like a Japanese warrior.

Lao Bai and the others still didn't wake up, but the high fever gradually subsided.

If they don't wake up, I will definitely not be able to leave, so I help Ayi with some farm work and so on, so that I can live and eat for free.

I waited like this for about two days. On the night of the third day, a ghost-like person suddenly stood on my window. Ayi looked up and saw this guy, and then almost shot him in the head with a shotgun.

, and after I rushed out, I saw Fu Huicheng sitting on the ground shivering, with a large area of ​​wetness between his legs.

Fu Huicheng was almost shot to death for no apparent reason. Fu Huicheng was also aggrieved. He said that when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a dark room. He was unsure of the situation, so he came out to take a look. Who knew...

In order not to disturb Ayi's reading, I simply took Fu Huicheng to the other side. Lao Bai and the others still didn't wake up, but Fu Huicheng woke up. It must be just a matter of time. I got some food for Fu Huicheng to wait for.

It was almost done, so I took out the thing left by the red lady and asked him to palm my eyes.

Fu Huicheng didn't even pick it up to look at it. He glanced at it and said, "It's right. There's nothing wrong with it. I don't even have to look at the base of the painted pottery with the shape of a human head. It must be from the Yangshao culture. The characteristics are so distinctive."

, it should be more than 5,000 years old. This thing is already a national treasure. There is a similar thing in the public collection. As for the shape of this instrument... don’t you know what it is for? But it is indeed a bit small.

, maybe not to bury the dead, but to hold some particularly important burial objects, or something from the dead person..."

At this point, he stopped abruptly. He looked at me in disbelief and said nonchalantly: "Yangshao culture, this is not..."

I have never thought about this thing in the past two days, I just can't determine the year. I don't know if this thing was taken out of Guan Zhong's tomb, or...

Now that the year is confirmed, the meaning of the red lady is immediately clear.
Chapter completed!