After Lao Jiang entered the house, the first thing he saw was the small pot of stewed meat in my arms, and he also saw the blood stain on the corner of his mouth that had not yet been wiped dry.
What a scheming person he is?
He immediately understood the general idea and said with a sneer: "Hey, when did you get Lao Xia Tou's precious little tripod? When eating supper at night, should it be medium rare or medium rare?"
"Master, things are not what you think..." I explained quickly.
"Okay, as long as you two don't stew Lao Xia Tou, I can't care about the rest." Lao Jiang seemed to know that it was a blessing for Banban, a thousand-year-old zombie, not to attack others, so he didn't blame him. Instead, he threw the newspaper in his hand to me.
"Let's take a look! This is the first evening paper published by Shenbao in its 20 years of existence!"
"Shen Shen" was the most popular newspaper in the Republic of China. The reason was that its founder, President Yu, dared to write and speak out, and never flattered the powerful. Therefore, its sales volume was very high, and children selling newspapers could often be seen on the street.
But in my impression, "Declaration" has always been published every two days. This is the first time I have seen it at night.
Shojue told me that something big happened, and it must be related to us. Sure enough, a huge headline appeared in the newspaper: "Excuse me, Yin Ruins unearthed! Archaeological heroes brought back national treasures, the Great Shang Dynasty amazed Asia."
This title is bolded and blackened, as if it wants to penetrate the paper, and every word must be burned into the hearts of every Chinese.
There were also photos of tigers eating human gnats. The eerie and evil bronze vessel had a tiger carved on it, with its bloody mouth open, preparing to pounce on the head of a young child. The weird shape is really rare!
"This is just one of the thousands of bronzes in the Yin Ruins. It was carried back alone by the archaeological hero after countless sacrifices. Please take a look at the Stepmother Wu Ding that is still lying deep in the Yin Ruins. It was the place where King Wu Ding of the Shang Dynasty kept his beloved wife. Zhu, there is a beautiful love story behind it..."
The language in the newspaper is very contagious, and there are some photos taken by Lao Jiang in the tomb. Unfortunately, the light in the tomb was too dark. Even if Lao Jiang was using the best spy camera today, the pictures were still not very clear.
But this is enough to shock the Chinese people.
I looked at Old Jiang and then at the newspaper, and I was very excited: "Old Jiang, am I not dreaming?"
Lao Jiang patted the back of my head: "Of course not. The boss has handed over the Tiger Man-eating Beast to the Peking Museum. Those experts simply couldn't believe that our ancestors could cast such exquisite sculptures thousands of years ago." Bronze, and it is the world’s leading lost wax method! We have done it, and Qilin’s name is once again resounding in the archaeological world.”
"Also, this evening newspaper has exploded in society. Even walking on the road, there are college students holding the newspaper and shouting. You can feel proud. Businessmen about a thousand years ago have verified that, then we are far away from Does it prove that five thousand years of history is still far away?”
The mysterious bird of destiny descends and gives birth to Shang!
Under the guidance of Xuannio, the old Shang King traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and led his people to build a powerful kingdom.
Wu Ding resolutely drew his sword to fight against ghosts and gods for the sake of the common people.
Fuhao led the Great Shang King's army to defeat the invaders, making China the only survivor in the ancient Western civilization, and gained the name of the "Female Goddess of War".
Bravery, perseverance, and never giving in have always been synonymous with the Chinese nation.
Although our survival is at stake now, I believe that the younger generation can still preserve the glorious five thousand years of civilization. The confidence of the Chinese people is flowing in our blood!
I read with tears in my eyes, as if I saw the people on the street discussing this period of history with enthusiasm, as if I saw Baishui, Qiu Xiuxiu, and Lu Baoping back again, waving to me one by one.
Your sacrifice is worth it.
Everyone's sacrifice is worth it.
I clutched the newspaper tightly and asked Lao Jiang if he could give it to me.
Lao Jiang nodded: "Let's keep this in mind!"
After he left, I carefully put the newspaper into my chest, put on a coat, and went out in the dark.
It was now one o'clock in the morning, and the lights in the entire Qilin building were turned off. The darkness was intertwined with the chirping of insects in the distance, making people shiver.
I found a secluded place, set up a fire pot, carefully threw the paper money I bought a few days ago into it one by one, and softly called out the strange and familiar names.
"Baishui, this newspaper is specially printed for Yinxu. I know that your best youth was spent there and will remain there until your death. This thought should not be left to me, but to you. ”
I carefully took out the treasured newspaper and lit it with a lighter. The flames quickly shot up, as if reflecting the scene of us fighting side by side.
Tears slowly filled my eyes, and I seemed to see Baishui standing on the edge of the cliff, smiling faintly: "Back then, we left our homeland and went to the West. We worked hard without regrets, not because we were greedy for the pleasures of Britain and the United States. We just wanted to take advantage of all the foreigners. Science and contribute to China’s archaeological cause!”
"Professor Baishui, I will soon be an official member of Qilin, please cheer for me."
"Sister Xiuxiu, Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang is very good...you don't have to worry about it."
As I talked, I cried unsatisfactorily.
The fire in the brazier grew stronger and stronger, and invisible hands seemed to reach out from all directions to see with their own eyes whether what was written in the newspaper was true.
At some point, Lao Jiang appeared behind me, and the smell of Hardman's cigarettes wafted into my nose, making me choke and sneeze.
Old Jiang took a long puff of cigarette and placed the remaining half of the cigarette beside the brazier.
He didn't say a word from beginning to end, but I knew that he was paying tribute to his comrades who had gone through life and death in his own way.
When the flames burned out, Lao Jiang slowly took out a silver badge from his pocket. The badge was engraved with a lifelike unicorn. The unicorn had a dragon tail and tiger claws, looking up to the sky and roaring, like a born king commanding the beasts. It seems that the totem of China is guarding the destiny of the country.
"This...is this?" My voice trembled slightly, with a hint of shock and excitement.
Lao Jiang smiled and patted the dust on my clothes, then pinned the badge on my chest and said solemnly: "Li Jinglan, the oath-taking ceremony is unnecessary. From now on, you will be the 100th Zero Eight Silver Lins, remember your mission.”
"Life and death Xu Guo, go all out!"
I bowed deeply to Lao Jiang and couldn't help but touch this special gift.
At night, I fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, I was lying in a large pit filled with bronzes. It was pitch black in the Western Zhou Dynasty. Except for the bronze masks with exaggerated expressions and covered with green rust, there was nothing else.
But I can clearly feel that there is a pair of strange eyes under each mask, looking at me without doubting good intentions.
This is not the Yin Ruins, but it is very similar to the Yin Ruins. Bronze vessels are used to worship something.
"Li Jinglan!"
Suddenly, I heard someone calling me.
I suddenly looked towards the source of the sound, and another voice appeared in the pit: "Li Jinglan!"
Slowly, people were calling my name from all over the west. Some of the voices sounded like my mother’s, some sounded like the patriarch’s, some sounded like Lao Jiang, some sounded like Yin Ling’er, and there were even many strangers. the sound of.
"Li Jinglan, hee hee hee."
But I couldn't find anyone, so I was alone, groping fearfully in the big pit.
Soon I discovered something even more horrifying. I touched a human face embedded in a large crater. The skin of the human face still maintained its elasticity and even maintained its body temperature. I bravely took it out of my arms. He took out a lighter to take a photo, and surprisingly found that it was also a bronze mask.
It faced me like this, opening its mouth mechanically: "Li Jinglan, you are finally here!"
It turned out that every sound came from the bronze masks in all directions to the west. Those bronze masks seemed to be still alive, making hoarse, hoarse, and hysterical shouts.
"Who the hell are you?" I yelled, staring at the face.
"I am your ancestor Wen Tao." A strange smile appeared on the corner of the human face, but his eyes were empty: "Come to me and break the curse, otherwise you and the whole Lei Town will die!"
