Chapter 15 The corpse 1

The villagers surrounded Qiao Xiaoxuan and said, "Chuang, have you seen it in the city? Are the houses in the city tall? Are the girls in the capital beautiful?

"I said Xiaoxuan, don't forget Ben if you have money. Remember to give your brother Li a hand."

"Xiao Xuan, you can show your face this time..."

"Xiaoxuan, what kind of material is your clothes? Why is it so slippery?"

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The villagers chattered around Qiao Xiaoxuan, and the simple Qiao Xiaoxuan could only giggle over there with a cracked mouth.

At this time, Sister Chun's "big loudspeaker" shouted again: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, the village head is coming."

I heard that the village head also came, and the villagers made way one after another. The village head came trembling with a crutch under the help of a girl.

Qiao Xiaoxuan hurried forward a few steps and helped the village head and said, "Village head, why did you come in person?"

The village head gently patted Qiao Xiaoxuan's broad back of his hand and said, "The strong son is promising. Let's take a look and get the light of the strong son."

Qiao Xiaoxuan scratched his head embarrassedly when he heard the words, and then thought of something. He hurriedly took out a bag of specialties from his backpack and gave it to the village head and said, "Village head, we don't have anything good. You always want to accept this."

The village head smiled, rudely stretched out his thin hand to take the specialty from Qiao Xiaoxuan, handed it to the girl who was holding him, and then asked, "I said, Zhuangzi, have you made a lot of money in the city?"

Qiao Xiaoxuan smiled and said, "It's not much. I just made a few thousand yuan."

"Wow, thousands of yuan." The villagers began to talk again: "We are exhausted. After working hard for a year, we only earn 200 yuan a year. Qiao Xiaoxuan earns thousands of yuan a year. They all say that gold is everywhere in the city. It seems to be true."

"Yes, let's go out of the mountains to stroll around the city tomorrow to fish for gold."

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The village head coughed dryly, took Qiao Xiaoxuan's arm and asked kindly, "How's it going? If you make money, you want to marry a wife, right?"

Qiao Xiaoxuan smiled awkwardly.

The village head laughed and said, "Marrying a daughter-in-law is natural. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. How about it? Which girl do you like? With your strong son now rich, which girl can't get it? Do you want us to help you rub it together..."

The village head nagging a lot. Qiao Xiaoxuan was interrupted by the village head several times. Finally, when the village head finished talking, Qiao Xiaoxuan asked, "Village head, I asked Eryazi to send a message back last time. Did he say that?"

Eryazi is a young villager who went to work in the city with Qiao Xiaoxuan. Because he made some money, he couldn't wait to come back to build a house and marry a wife, while Qiao Xiaoxuan wanted to stay for a while and save a few more money before coming back, so Eryazi came back first.

When the village head heard the words, he nodded and said, "Yes, there is. You want to build a house, right? Eryazi has said that we have also begun to help you lay the foundation.

Qiao Xiaoxuan said stunned, "Are you still working on the foundation?"

A strong villager next to him smiled and said, "Eryazi also wants to build a house. Let's help him build it first. This has just been covered. I'll help you lay the foundation right away.

Qiao Xiaoxuan smiled and said, "It's really troublesome for the villagers. Let's invite the villagers to dinner in the evening. Everyone will come."

Everyone laughed and kept cheering.

The village head took Qiao Xiaoxuan's arm and asked, "Would you like to see your house?"

Qiao Xiaoxuan said stunned, "Aren't you still working on the foundation?"

The village head smiled and said, "Let's see if the size is good or not. If not, let's dig bigger."

Qiao Xuan was also anxious to see how big his house was in the future. Hearing this, he nodded and agreed, so he walked to his future house surrounded by the villagers.

The house covers a large area of about 150 square meters. There is a lot of land here, and no one cares about how big the house you want to build. The foundation is also very deep. It seems that the villagers have done their best for Qiao Xiaoxuan's house.

At this moment, there are still several young people digging in the foundation. The village head went to the pit and shouted, "I said pockmark, Zhuangzi is back. How are you doing?"

A young man with a ptingle face got up and smiled at Qiao Xiaoxuan first and replied, "It's almost done. You can dig a little more and build a house tomorrow."

The village head nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, everyone heard the sound of a hard object, and the young man who was digging with iron and sat on the ground with a "oops".

Mazi was shocked and ran to the fallen young man. Qiao Xiaoxuan didn't care whether the foundation was dirty or not. He hurriedly jumped off the pit three steps and ran over and asked, "Little mouse, what's wrong?"

As he spoke, he picked up the little mouse's hands and saw that the tiger's mouth was cracking and bleeding was oozing out.

Qiao Xiaoxuan hurriedly took off his coat and wrapped it around the little mouse's hands and said, "Why are you so careless?"

The little mouse said aggrievedly, "Brother Zhuang, there is a big stone under here, which is very hard."

Qiao Xiaoxuan looked at the place where the little mouse had just dug, and saw a small cyan stone slab exposed in the soil. The surface of the slate is very smooth, and I don't know what material the slate is made of. The little mouse knocked down the pole just now and had at least dozens of pounds of force, but he didn't even see any scratches on the slate.

Qiao Xiaoxuan squatted down curiously and gently brushed the sand on the bluestone. A groove was faintly exposed on the bluestone board, which seemed to be a corner of some text.

Qiao Xuan gave a "hey" and took the shovel from Mazi's hand to shovel away all the soil near the bluestone.

Not long after, the whole blue stone slab was exposed. The stone slab was about the size of a table tennis table, and a green light flashed faintly on the stone surface.

The crowd gathered curiously, and some villagers had already jumped off the pit to study.

The slate is engraved with something that people can't understand, such as some symbols. Some literate villagers are sure that the engraving on it is definitely not words. The reason is very simple, because they don't know what is on it.

So the villagers began to talk again: "What is this? How can we have this thing in the mountains?

"That's right, it still looks flashing. I don't know what it is."

"You don't understand, do you?"

"Do you understand?"

"Of course I understand. Let me tell you, this is the stone of the house, which can keep the house safe."

"Bass, look at me, this is a feng shui gem. No wonder our village has always been so poor. It must be that this feng shui gem has been pressed down. If this stone is raised and set up at the entrance of the village, I promise that everyone in our village will make a lot of money.

"You fart, look at the tomb under this stone. There are a lot of treasures in it. Our village is going to send it."

"Dream about you."

"I thought that under this stone should be the spring of the spring of immortality. Remove the spring of this stone and come out of this stone spring. As long as we drink that water, we can live immortality."

"You daydream."

"You are."

"I think the following should be the treasure left by the original practitioners."

"I still think there is a demon buried underneath."

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"Okay, okay." Seeing the villagers arguing endlessly, the village head came forward to round up. Sure enough, as soon as the village head spoke, the scene was immediately silent.

The village head looked at the crowd with satisfaction, coughed dryly and said, "No matter what, let's remove the stone and have a look."

The villagers echoed one after another. Qiao Xiaoxuan greeted Ma Zi and several strong young men to lift the four sides of the bluestone slab respectively and shouted, "One, two, three." Several people exerted their strength at the same time, and the bluestone slab was slightly lifted up. Because the bluestone slab was too heavy, several people felt very difficult. I don't know who let go first. The whole bluestone slab immediately fell down and made a dull sound, and a large piece of soil pressed by the bluestone slab sank down.

Qiao Xiaoxuan and several villagers looked at each other in consters. Fortunately, they knew that they could draw their hands quickly, otherwise their hand bones would have been crushed by now.

"Mom." Mazi shook his hand and said, "Why is this stone so heavy?"

Qiao Xiaoxuan didn't say anything and called several strong villagers to move the bluestone together. Because the number of people is twice as large as before, although the bluestone slab is very heavy, it is not as difficult as before. Soon, the bluestone slab was moved to one side, and a rectangular pit was suddenly exposed. The pit is covered with a large piece of black tarp, and you can't see anything under the tarp from the outside.

"What is this?" The bold hemp jumped down and reached out to pull off the oilcloth.

Sum, Mazi shouted miserably, sat in a small pit, and then climbed out of the pit like crazy. And the sharp-eyed woman had already screamed while pulling off the rag.

Under the oilcloth is a male corpse lying in it. The water in his body has evaporated, leaving only the purple dry skin wrapped in a bone shelf. I don't know how long the dry corpse has been buried here, but it has been relatively well preserved. Although the facial features collapsed and the eyes and nose turned into black holes, the face was still faintly distinguishable, and the hands were flat on both sides of the body. Surprisingly, there is a black thing inserted in the heart of the mummed corpse. It is like a dagger, but it is not like a dagger. It is conical, with thin sheets on all sides. The tip of the cone has been immersed in the dry body, and the top of the exposed outside is a smooth cylindrical, as if it is a handle for handshake.

"Why did this man die here?" Several bold villagers have come up to watch.

The village head's face changed a few times and suddenly shouted, "Don't touch it."

Everyone looked at the village head with a surprised face, and the village head said, "All come up first."

The village head is the most respected elder in the village, and no one dares not to listen to his words. At present, the villagers in the foundation climbed up one after another and gathered around the village head to see what he said.

The village head asked Qiao Xiaoxuan, "Xiaoxuan, let's not build this place first. Shall we build a new place for you to build a house?"

Qiao Xiaoxuan nodded quickly and said, "Middle. The house is built on a dead pit, and we dare not live after it is built.

The village head smiled and said to Mazi, "Mazi, you should leave the village and go to the capital immediately."

Ma Zi was stunned and said, "Why?"

The village head said, "Tell the court about this. This body may still be a cultural relic. Maybe the court will reward our village and pave the way for our village for free."

Paving the road is the wish of several generations in the village, but the village is so poor that there is no extra money to pave the way to the city. If there is a road, it will be so troublesome to go to the capital in the village in exchange for daily needs. You don't have to carry big bags and wade through mountains and rivers. You can go straight to the bus for half a day.

As soon as he heard that this mummified corpse could exchange a road for their village that made them miss so much, Mazi quickly nodded and said, "Zhong, I'll clean up and go right away." With that, Mazi greeted several people to run back to pack up their bags and prepare to rush to the capital overnight.

The village head sighed and said, "Let's leave this body alone. Let's wait until the imperial envoy comes.

At this time, Qiao Xiaoxuan shouted again, "Well, let's get ready now. Let's invite the villagers to dinner later."

As soon as they heard that Qiao Xiaoxuan was invited, the villagers said that they could not let Qiao Xiaoxuan spend too much money, so everyone rushed home to kill chickens and ducks, took out the best things in the house and sent them to the ancestral hall to prepare for a big meal in the evening. This is the rule of the village. Whenever there is a New Year's holiday or a major festival, the villagers will take out food from their homes and send it to the ancestral hall together, and then the whole village will get together to eat and drink.

The sky is getting late and the moon is high. The moon tonight is particularly round and bright.

The lanterns in the ancestral hall are hung high, and the voices inside are loud and lively.

Because Eryazi has just moved into a new house and has a lot of things to clean up, it is too late to go to the ancestral hall.

Although the moonlight shines, the whole village is all dark except for the ancestral hall. Eryazi walked on the way to the ancestral hall with a few bags of specialties brought from the city. He reached out and couldn't see his fingers, only the light shook slightly in the direction of the ancestral hall in the distance.

Eryazi looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and then looked at the hidden light in the direction of the ancestral hall in front of him. He couldn't help spitting a mouthful of foam on the ground and spat, "What the hell is it? There is no light in such a bright moon. What the hell is the weather? Eryazi cursed and walked straight to the ancestral hall.

But he didn't notice that at this moment, there was a bright beam of light in the direction of Qiao Xiaoxuan's newly built foundation, and it seemed that all the moonlight gathered and shone into the foundation.

Zhang Qi is a member of the Beijing Cultural Heritage Bureau. He is sitting in front of the computer and analyzing the chronology of a newly unearthed mummified corpse.

The mummified corpse was dug out from a remote mountain village not long ago. At the same time, it was said that a large bluestone slab that was originally pressed on the mummified corpse was also unearthed. Zhang Qi has never seen what that bluestone slab looks like. He only heard that there are still some strange symbols engraved on the slab. Experts have formed a team to study and crack the symbols on it.

As for the name of the small mountain village, it is very strange. Zhang Qi also heard about it for the first time, as if it is called the old village.

Aren't you old? Zhang Qi smiled. How could anyone really live immortality? Qin Shihuang was crazy about immortality, but he didn't die.

Zhang Qi rubbed his temples, picked up the coffee cup from the table and took a sip of coffee to refresh his mind. At this time, the computer suddenly shouted. Zhang Qi, who was drinking coffee, turned his head and looked at the computer screen, and suddenly sprayed out all the coffee in his mouth.

"Thirty thousand years?" A gray-haired old man jumped up from the sofa with a test sheet in his hand.

In front of the old man stood a middle-aged man, standing respectfully and nodding his head.

The old man asked in disbelief, "Is there something wrong with the computer?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and replied, "We have changed several sets of tools and analyzed them, and the test results show that the mummified corpse has a history of at least 30,000."

"This is impossible!" The old man slapped the test sheet in his hand on the table. In an instant, he seemed to think of something again, and the old man asked, "Have you tested the strange dagger on the mumme?"

The middle-aged man nodded and replied, "Come out. It's made of silver, but it's not a dagger."

"Oh?" The old man said strangely, "What is that?"

"That thing is called shuttle, which is one of the magic weapons used by Taoist priests of Maoshan School."

The old man sneered and said, "It's ridiculous that something from Maoshan School actually appeared on a 30,000-year-old mule?"

The middle-aged man continued: "The silver shuttle has been connected with the mummified corpse, as if it has been petrified. We dare not casually pull it out for fear of damaging the mummified corpse. So I found a Taoist to come and have a look. According to the Taoist, this thing is called the nail soul shuttle, which is a magic weapon of the Maoshan School. Once you are nailed by the soul shuttle, your soul will be trapped in the body forever and cannot be born forever, so the nail soul shuttle is also a kind of insidious magic weapon. It's just that Taoists say that the nail soul shuttle is useful only when it is nailed to the human spirit cover. As for why this nail soul shuttle is nailed to the heart of this mummified corpse, they don't know.

The old man lowered his head and said to himself, "Will the Maoshan faction be so big that something made of silver is nailed to the body? Such a large piece of silver was still a great wealth in ancient times. Why did they nail this thing to the body?

The middle-aged man laughed in a low voice and said, "Maybe it's superstition."

The old man's face was uncertain, and after a long time, he asked, "Is there any result of the research on the things on the bluestone board?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and replied, "I'm still studying, and there is no progress for the time being."

The old man rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile, "Thirty thousand years? We human beings only have thousands of civilizations. How can we jump out of 30,000 years ago?

The middle-aged man whispered, "30,000 years is just a conservative estimate, and the specific year may be longer."

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly. The result of this test was beyond his expectation. What does this result represent? Does human beings have a history of more than 30,000 years? Even if there is, it should still be the era of ape in that era, and according to the skeleton and body shape of the mummified corpse, he is not like an ape at all, but more like the human skeleton today. The old man sighed and said, "Did there be primitive people 30,000 years ago?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Unlike, the cheekbones of primitive people are relatively protruding and are not the same as us. And the bones of this mummified body are exactly the same as ours.

The old man closed his eyes and seemed to say to himself, "Thirty thousand years? What kind of person was he 30,000 years ago?

The two fell silent, and a moment later, the middle-aged man asked in a low voice, "Did another civilization appear 30,000 years ago?"

The old man still closed his eyes, shook his head, and answered the question: "Take the mummified corpse to the Human Genetic Research Institute, let them measure the genetic component of this mummified corpse, and let them measure the specific year of the mummified corpse as soon as possible."

The middle-aged man nodded and turned away.

While the old man and the middle-aged man were headache for this mummified corpse, an old man and two Taoist priests dressed up came from the remote village.

"This sister-in-law." The young Taoist priest stopped a passing village woman and asked, "Is this an old village?"

The village woman was the "big loudspeaker" Spring sister-in-law, who nodded stunned when she heard the words.

Seeing that he had found the right place, the young Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile, "Sister-in-law, I heard that a dry corpse has been unearthed here..."