Notes From Buried Times Chapter 4

There are treasures in the Queen's tomb, how many people know about it?

Originally they should have stayed in the county town and waited for Sun Ming's arrival, but Aaron Chu and Daniel Xia did not dare to delay and barely made do with one night on the floor of the guesthouse. They said goodbye to Henry Lao in tears at five o'clock the next morning. Note: Comrade Henry Lao was taken care of by the township, and then they set off and headed straight for Yongcui Mountain.

Yongcui Mountain is not very steep. Its highest point is about 2,800 meters above sea level and there is no snow rhinoceros. But the mountain is as its name suggests, a specimen of primeval forest with dense vines. There is only a small path in the front mountain that was trampled by herbalists.

The young man from yesterday led the way for them. His surname was Chen, he was a Han, a local militiaman, he was skinny, dark and thin, and he was more agile than a monkey when climbing mountains. Daniel Xia had lacked exercise in the past two years, so he could keep up at the beginning, but after a while he could only shout.

Aaron Chu took the opportunity to urge Xiao Chen: "Great! Hurry up and get rid of him. There will be no more troubles in the world."

Xiao Chen led the way with a long machete in hand: "Really?"

"Really?" Aaron Chu pointed to the back and said, "Monster."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the monster scream. Aaron Chu jumped up and ran back quickly: "What's wrong!?"

Daniel Xia lowered his head and stared blankly for a while, then picked up something from the ground.

"?" Xiao Chen also came over: "It's okay, it's okay, we mountain people here have hunting."

Daniel Xia raised his hand higher, as if he was about to charge forward.

Aaron Chu and Xiao Chen retreated together, and Aaron Chu yelled: "Ming Ruo! Calm down! Calm down!"

Daniel Xia smiled evilly, and slowly pointed his mouth at Xiao Chen: "Yours, lead the way." Then he aimed at Aaron Chu: "Yours, the work of the Eighth Route Army?"

Aaron Chu slapped him hard on the forehead. Daniel Xia covered his head and cried. Aaron Chu snatched it away: "There are no bullets. They are made in the Soviet Union... Who are these people who entered the mountain?"

Xiao Chen said: "Militia?"

"The regular troops on the front line are not equipped with this," Aaron Chu looked around, and after pushing aside the bushes, he found a dark, dried trail of blood. After walking two or three hundred meters along the trail, he came to a cliff, and below the cliff was the rolling Lancang River.

"It's possible that the tomb robbers had a quarrel and threw the dead body down." Aaron Chu said, "Let's go quickly."

Xiao Chen was afraid: "Are you still going?"

"Nonsense!" Daniel Xia said, "As the old saying goes, if you can't catch the queen, you can't kill the prince."

"It's just nonsense again," Aaron Chu said, "Don't believe it."

Xiao Chen actually didn't know the exact location of the Niangniang Tomb. After walking for a few hours, he became confused. He first circled a big tree halfway up the mountain and said, "It seems that I saw the will-o'-the-wisp here..." Then he circled a big rock and said, "It seems to be here again..." Finally, he pointed to the opposite side and said, "There."

Daniel Xia put on a class struggle face, shaking his legs and asked: "Where is it?"

"I forgot," Xiao Chen's dark face turned green.

Daniel Xia was angry: "Kill you and sacrifice to your grave!"

Aaron Chu carried him away, looked around and found a mountain spring not far away, so he walked back and set up camp in the open space under the tree: "If you don't remember, just wait. On summer nights, phosphorescent lights often appear."

When Xiao Chen heard that he had to wait, he refused to do it. The young man was good in everything except being afraid of ghosts. He was a typical preschooler who had heard too many ghost stories. He was reluctant to walk at night.

Daniel Xia pointed a black tube at his head: "Just count to three, three, two..."

Aaron Chu threw Daniel Xia aside, tied her up tightly, put her on his body, clapped his hands and continued to work, while Xiao Chen sobbed and threw Chongfeng away.

Daniel Xia tossed and turned, feeling restless and muttering to himself all the time.

"What's the matter again?" Aaron Chu asked unhappily.

"Ocean," Daniel Xia said, lying on the grass, "Look at it from my perspective."

Aaron Chu lay down and looked in the direction he was looking. Through the heavy branches and bushes, he vaguely saw a small dark cave on the opposite cliff.

"It would be a good idea to put hanging coffins." Daniel Xia said.

"Could it be that the Queen's Tomb is actually the Queen's hanging coffin?" Aaron Chu asked, "What did Teacher Li say to you before you set off?"

"Don't act like a gangster and put pressure on me and I'll tell you." Daniel Xia said.

"Who cares about you?" Aaron Chu got up.

Daniel Xia 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.

"Go on." Aaron Chu urged him.

"He mentioned the tomb of the empress and asked me to come here to take a look." Daniel Xia said: "By the way, do you still remember Mr. Zhao?"

"How could I not remember? He lived in our compound and always carried us to the park," Aaron Chu sighed softly, "It's been almost fifteen years."

"In 1965, the Geological Institute discovered the teeth of Yuanmou Man in a small basin in Yuanmou County, near the Jinsha River, at an altitude of about 1,100 meters."

"I've been there." Aaron Chu said.

"In fact, Mr. Zhao and his team were also in Yunnan at the time, but our dear teacher Li Changsheng misheard the phone call and heard Yuanmou County as Yun County. As a result, they went to Yun County and passed by the Yongcui Mountain area on their way back. They stayed at a family's house at the foot of the mountain at night. It turned out that there was a jade cong tied around the dog's neck. It was about seven centimeters in diameter, square outside and round inside, made of green jade, and the pattern looked like a Kui pattern."

"Is that piece of jade a burial object?" Aaron Chu guessed.

"Well," Daniel Xia said, "it seems like a burial object."

"Why do you say seem?"

Daniel Xia spread his hands and said, "Because Yunnan is a border area, the ancient civilization is very different from that of the Central Plains. Who can be sure of their things unless they are professional researchers? At that time, I asked the villagers, and they said that they picked it up when they went up the mountain. The old people in the village said that there was a tomb of the goddess on the mountain. Only then did the old man dare to speculate that this piece of jade was a burial object, but they were not able to go up the mountain that time."

"Anyway, the old man exchanged the jade for five catties of food coupons, and I said it was too expensive, and I didn't know how to bargain. Later, before I had time to study it... uh... later..."

Daniel Xia's eyes dimmed: "I won't say it anymore. You will know everything later."

In early 1966, university professor Zhao Cheng was persecuted to death, and all his life's work was burned.

"The jade was confiscated by the Red Guards during the house search and was probably smashed into pieces long ago." Daniel Xia said with his head down.

Aaron Chu sighed and patted his shoulder: "Now let's start from the beginning, now let's start from the beginning!"

It was getting dark, the mountain wind was blowing, Aaron Chu set up a small pot to cook, Daniel Xia was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he would do some small things from time to time, stealing a piece of roasted sweet potato this time, stealing a baked potato next time, stealing a piece of bacon, stealing a box of canned food...

Aaron Chu couldn't stand it any longer, so he chased him all over the mountain. When the two of them came back, they found Xiao Chen hugging the tree and shaking.

"Xiao Chen, are you cold?" Daniel Xia squatted beside him and asked with concern.

Xiao Chen said: "Ghost ghost ghost ghost...Ghost ghost ghost ghost...Ghost ghost..."

Daniel Xia said: "There are so many ghosts."

"There are indeed a lot of them," Aaron Chu put out the campfire and pointed to the cliff opposite: "Look."

The cliff was as black as iron. The mountain wind made the trees sway and the rocks shake. At first glance, there seemed to be only a few shadows. But after waiting for a while, I saw a faint light coming out of the cave opposite, which disappeared in a flash.

"Will-o'-the-wisp!" Daniel Xia exclaimed.

"That's human fire," Aaron Chu said, "There's someone in the cave."

"I'm going to leave," he said.

"No! No!" Xiao Chen's lips turned pale. "Walking in the mountains at night is simply courting death! There are man-eating beasts everywhere! Besides, don't underestimate it. It will take at least three hours to walk to the other side!"

Aaron Chu hesitated for a moment, but Daniel Xia signed up enthusiastically: "I'll go! I'll go! Catch them in the act!"

He rummaged through his backpack for a while and took out a few things that seemed to be made of metal. He put them together in the dim moonlight: "No matter how strong the wind and waves are, it's better than strolling in the garden. Look, I have the Green Dragon Crescent Blade."

"Wow!" Xiao Chen exclaimed. Aaron Chu looked at him carefully and said, "Don't believe him. He's an archaeological shovel."

Daniel Xia also looked at it and said, "Oh, I got the wrong one."

He turned the backpack upside down and shook it, then picked up a bronze handle from a pile of miscellaneous things, pulled open the two ends, and popped out the knife holder. He then spread out a roll of old newspapers, took out two pure black long blades, and fixed them on the knife holder. It turned out to be a double-headed sharp knife as tall as a person, with a simple shape and a chilling aura.

Aaron Chu squatted down, holding his forehead with his hand, a drop of helpless sweat on his forehead.

Daniel Xia stole a glance at Aaron Chu's expression, then said seriously, "This was not stolen from your father's laboratory. I just happened to find another one."

Aaron Chu murmured: "I don't care where you got it from, I care how you got the national first-class cultural relic on the train..."

"Is this difficult?" Daniel Xia was puzzled.

Of course it's not difficult for someone who can carry a whole bundle of detonators in the car.

"What is this?" Xiao Chen asked.

Aaron Chu had already decided to take action at dawn, so he lit the fire again: "An ancient weapon."

"Are you really going to keep it for public use?" Xiao Chen circled around the knife, curious as hell.

"Yes," Daniel Xia nodded: "This is a real treasure. We have only found this one so far. It is unprecedented and unparalleled."

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

The blade whistled across the night sky. Daniel Xia maintained a posture that he thought was very handsome, and continued to explain: "Around 278 BC, Comrade Guan Yu began to assist Qin in unifying the six kingdoms and fought Qin Qiong 300 with this long sword as his weapon."

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

Its scientific name is Gilded Double-Headed Sword with Panchi Pattern. Aaron Chu's father is a cultural relic scientist who specializes in ancient weapons and calls it "Panchi Sword".

"Wow!!!" Xiao Chen didn't study history anyway, so he didn't care whether it was the Warring States Period or the Five Dynasties. He reached out and touched the blade: "Where did this come from?"

"It was unearthed from the Qin Tomb in Xiling. It is the largest tomb excavated since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The tomb passage alone is 120 meters long," Daniel Xia said delicately, holding up her orchid finger: "Ocean, I'm hungry."

"You're indispensable!" Aaron Chu rolled his eyes.

Daniel Xia sat down to eat immediately.

"Pay attention to yourself in front of grassroots comrades!" Aaron Chu reminded him of dining etiquette.

"Hey, we're one family, one family," Daniel Xia poked Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's eyes were still glued to the long sword of the Warring States Period: "My goodness, the sword of the Warring States Period..."

"And it's still sharp after two thousand years, because there's a dense oxide layer on the blade, which is this black stuff." Aaron Chu raised his knife and chopped it casually. Wherever the blade passed, branches and weeds broke off: "This is the magic of bronze, and also the magic of the dead."

"You can imagine that this knife is cutting your head just like cutting vegetables." Daniel Xia touched Xiao Chen's neck.

Xiao Chen shuddered.

"It's a pity that the casting process has been lost," Aaron Chu sighed regretfully, "My father and his colleagues have been working on it since the 1960s, and apart from the time wasted during the Cultural Revolution, they have not yet been able to replicate it."

"Ah!?" Xiao Chen's eyes widened: "We can't make something from more than 2,000 years ago now?"

"There are many things that cannot be made," Aaron Chu asked, "Do you know the Terracotta Warriors?"

It's useless to ask.

"In 7475, when the Terracotta Warriors were discovered, a crossbow from the Qin Dynasty was also discovered. It cannot be copied today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled sound was heard.

It’s hard to tell what it is; it’s not loud, but it definitely has a long echo.