Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

"White? Is it facial makeup?"

"No, let me see!" The woman walked over, reached out and touched the man's face, and said doubtfully, "Look at senior brother, this looks like white powder!"

I hid in the dark, looking so eager to rush out and kick this man and woman into the river now!

Then I heard the man laughing and saying: "How can there be white ash powder in this river, that's all, junior sister, don't worry about these useless things, let's continue."

"Oh!" The woman pushed the man away and complained, "We've been out for a long time, it's time to go back, or we'll be scolded by the supervisor when we go back."

Then I saw that the man and the woman were talking and laughing, leaving the river with their arms around each other.

Damn it, seeing the two of them finally left, I thought to myself: "I have nothing to do when I'm full! Come to the riverside to talk about love in the middle of the night! What white ash powder! That's a thousand-year-old tomb that hasn't fully melted in the water. White plaster! How dare you touch your face? Tomorrow you will get a skin disease!"

At this time, the voice of the head came from the intercom.

"Yunfeng, why haven't you come back for so long, is there something wrong?"

I hurriedly replied: "It's nothing to worry about. Just now a young couple passed by the river. Thanks to Xiaoxuan's timely reminder, they didn't find us."

This is the importance of "breathing".

Xiaoxuan's work seems to require no physical strength, but what she needs most is listening to six directions, seeing all directions, and a high degree of concentration. If Xiaoxuan hadn't reminded me in time, then I was 100% seen by others!In addition, Xiaoxuan is also responsible for part of the logistics work, so she is very important to us, and our team cannot live without her.

Having learned this lesson, I became more cautious when spreading the soil. Next, I poured the white plaster mud into the river box by box!As a result, the river water turned white!This phenomenon is only temporary, because the river has been flowing, and by tomorrow morning, the river will definitely return to its original state.

Some people may ask, you are poured into the river, won't people be poisoned?

will not.

Compared with the whole river, this amount of white paste mud is not even a fraction of a grain of salt, it has been diluted. Besides, according to my observation during the day, the villagers do not drink the river water at all, at most they come to the river to wash a few clothes .

After digging through the white paste mud layer, Bean Sprouts dug into the charcoal layer more than half a meter deep. These two things show that the tomb must be well sealed. This is a good thing, and we are working harder now.

I worked until about four o'clock in the middle of the night, and a vertical robbery hole was dug to a depth of 16 meters underground, but I still haven't seen the top of the tomb!

I saw that it was almost dawn, and some people in the village got up early to do farm work, so I immediately ordered the work to end and continue working tomorrow night.

After putting away the tools, the wooden plank blocked the entrance of the robbery hole and covered it with soil. After packing up the scene, we left in a hurry.

It’s not that there are no jobs during the day, there are jobs, and the tomb is at hand, and none of us dare to relax our vigilance.

During the day, Brother Yu stayed around the woods to observe the situation. Douyazai and Xiaoxuan were responsible for lengthening the rope ladder. The hole was too deep. The length of the rope ladder we brought was not enough and had to be lengthened, while I drove a tricycle through the streets to collect mats. , we all carry a mobile phone walkie-talkie with us, and we can contact each other as soon as something happens.

"Young man! Young man, wait!"

I stopped the car and looked back. It was Ji Dongqi who rented our house.

"Brother, where are you going?" I asked.

"Haha! I look like you from a distance! What do I call you, young man?"

"Hehe, my name is Xiang Feng, you can call me Xiao Xiang." I laughed.

"Little elephant? An elephant's elephant?"

"It's not the elephant's elephant, it's Xiang Yu's neck," I explained.

"Oh, Xiaoxiang, give me a ride. I'll go to the next village to watch a play. There will be a show at 02:30 in the afternoon."

I didn't say anything, the tricycle pulled him up and he left. After getting to know him, I realized that he is a very obsessed Qi opera fan. To what extent is he obsessed?Before eating and going to bed, he has to sing a few lines. When he hears that there is a troupe performing around him, he will 100% go to see it.

On the way, he also told me that two years ago, that is, in 2004, he went to Henan to participate in Henan TV's Liyuanchun program, and he sang Qiyang ditty at that time.

I smiled and said, "Brother Niu, you have been on TV, so have you met Xiaoge and Lao Ni in Liyuanchun?"

"I've seen it! The real Xiaoge looks more beautiful than what he saw on TV, but I only passed the preliminaries at that time, but I was rejected later. If I ask you, the reason is that the northerners are not used to our Qi opera."

I said that I am also a northerner, so I will listen to you sing a few lines.

He chuckled, and immediately opened his voice and sang generously: "Out of the Jinshan Temple! Anger is like a fire! My... cruel Xu Lang."

I frowned secretly when I heard it. He spoke clearly, had a good voice, and sang well, but I just couldn't get used to this strange tune.

The two lines he sang should be "Meeting on a Broken Bridge" in Qi Opera. The reason why I am not used to it is because it takes him a long time to finish a line. Hey, the pronunciation has been changed too many times, how can northerners have such patience in listening to operas, it would be hell if Shangliyuanchun won the prize.

Let me tell you that the northerners still love to listen to the catchy tunes, such as: "Xiao Cang, I'm leaving, Dengfeng County! I suffered from hunger along the way! The second solution is like that, Bull head and horse noodles...!"

When I arrived at Dingjia Village, he helped me guide the way, and drove all the way into the village. When I got to the place, I was stunned. Isn't this the same man and woman last night?

The two were singing a duet on the stage, and dozens of villagers were watching and singing, when the man suddenly lost his voice, with a distressed expression, and kept scratching his face.

"What are you doing! Can you sing well!"

"Exactly! What are you doing!"

The woman panicked, and immediately called out in a low voice: "Brother, we are performing, what are you doing?"

The man didn't understand what he said, he kept scratching his face, it looked very itchy.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the class leader immediately ran up and clasped his fists and said, "Oh, everyone who came to join us, I'm so sorry! Today our horn has a problem with his throat! I will apologize to everyone for him! This scene ends first ! Everyone is so tolerant!"

After speaking, the curtain was drawn directly, and no one could be seen.

Listening to the landlord's constant complaints, saying that the show ended within 5 minutes after rushing all the way here, my heart skipped a beat!Knowing what was going on, he hurried to the backstage of the troupe.

That man's skin is not good, it must be poisoned by white paste mud...

The white paste mud in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods is not only composed of microcrystalline kaolin, if it is pure clay, it will not have a taste, and after 2000 years, it will have dried into lumps.Unknown to laymen, in fact, there are a lot of glutinous rice juice, boy's urine, sap of certain trees, and some traditional Chinese medicine juice with antiseptic effect.

White plaster mud poisoning, there have been several cases of death in our industry in recent years, I am afraid that if the physique of this opera singer is sensitive, he will die!Then our affairs may be found out!

"Sorry, this is the backstage, you can't go in," I was stopped by the troupe alone.

I hurriedly said: "I have something important to ask your class leader now!"

"Who is looking for me?"

I forced my way over, and hurriedly said, "Leader! The actor you sang just now may have been poisoned! It must be dealt with immediately!"

"What! Poisoned?? What kind of poison? What you said is true!"

"Of course it's true! Why did I lie to you? Didn't you see that his face was itchy just now? That's Qinan pollen poisoning! If it's not handled properly, it may be life-threatening!" I explained.

The class leader's expression changed, and he hurriedly asked, "Are you a doctor?"

"Well," I clasped my fists and said, "My ancestors used to be imperial physicians in the Imperial Palace Hospital of the Qing Dynasty. It has been passed down to me for the seventh generation."

"Then sir, hurry up and help me take a look!"

Hearing what I said was so serious, the leader of the group was also afraid of being responsible for the dead, so he quickly and respectfully invited me in.

After entering, the class leader explained, and the man said with a painful expression, "I don't know what's wrong! I feel hot all over now! My face is itchy! Sir, you must save me!"

I frowned, sat down and said, "Stretch out your hand, I'll take the pulse first."

I can take the pulse of chicken, but I have seen the pulse of Fan Miracle Doctor, so I learned the posture well.

"Hmm...that's right, the blood is deficient and hot, and the pulse condition is vacillating. Did you go to the riverside yesterday?"

"I x! Divine doctor!"

"Genius doctor! You must save me! I'm itching badly now!"

"Most of the Qinan flowers grow by the river, don't worry, it's our doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded, first of all, stop scratching, or the more you scratch, the worse it will be."

"I'll write a prescription for you now, do you have any paper and pen?"

"Have!"

Soon the paper and pen were brought, and I raised the pen to write on the paper.

After I finished writing, I blew it and handed it over. The little junior sister of the woman took it and looked at it first. She raised her head and said with a strange expression: "Sir, your writing is... a bit... a bit It’s so elegant, I really can’t understand what’s written.”

"It's okay, then I can dictate and you can write it down."

I got up and said: "Three catties of liquor above 50 degrees, mixed with five catties of water, and half a catty of dried peppercorns, after boiling, wash your face once in the morning, noon and evening, and wipe your face with snake oil ointment. Stop the itching and recover in three days."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and left, and the little junior sister of the opera troupe quickly chased me out.

"Sir, wait!"

"what happened?"

She blushed suddenly and lowered her head.He whispered: "Sir, your medical skills are excellent, I... I have some unspeakable illness, please help me take a look, sir."

I scratched my head and said, "It's not that I don't want to see it for you, it's because gynecology is not my strong point, and I'm afraid it won't be good for you."

"Mister is humble, just show me, and I won't blame you if you don't like it." After she finished speaking, she reached out her hand to let me feel my pulse.

Don't talk about the cause of the disease, just give the pulse directly, it seems that this is a test for me.

I can't get off riding a tiger now, so I can only bite the bullet and get on.

I simply checked her pulse and saw that she was slender, so I immediately frowned and said, "Are you usually afraid of the cold at night? Are you afraid of the heat during the day? You usually have a normal appetite and don't eat much?"

She nodded and said yes.

I smiled and said, "It's not a big problem, you just have inflammation."