Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 246 Guanshan Kiln Cultural Festival (12)

Northwest, the Loess Plateau.

The standard thousands of ravines, the original Liangmao River.

Bird's eye view from above.

These ravines are like scars on the earth.

In recent years, as the precipitation line has moved southward, the entire Loess Plateau has become emerald green.

The return of spring.

Banyan trees, willows, chrysanthemums, wild jujubes, Vitex, all these plants tenaciously survive on the Gao Mao Loess Plateau, fighting for a chance of survival.

If you are interested, you can also write a few articles from here, such as sand control and water control, climate folk customs and so on.

But at this moment, Professor Han couldn't care less about these things, and he couldn't see the landforms of the Loess Plateau.

Because he was running for his life.

"Rumble rumble."

In the darkness of eternal sinking, lightning pierced the sky, bringing a glimmer of light to Professor Han and his party.

Amidst the ray of light, there is a lot of uneasiness.

"Huchi", "huchi", "huchi".

Professor Han has already forgotten when was the last time he did such a strenuous exercise.

He felt the taste of blood coming out from the depths of his throat, almost breaking through his heart.

The pulmonary vesicles and capillaries in his lungs ruptured, causing him burning pain.

His nearsightedness was about to fall off.

If he continued running like this, his lungs would fill with blood and he would suffocate to death.

But, I can't take care of these.

Professor Han stared at the stars and ran wildly in the dark. He didn't know how he felt under his feet. He only knew that beside him, the teacher's friend was pulling him and never leaving him.

"Go, that thing is catching up!"

Someone shouted in his ear, and someone kept telling him some information.

It should be used to save lives.

Because of tinnitus, Professor Han couldn't hear what those people said clearly.

He only heard someone uttered a dying scream, and the warm liquid was splashed on his face, and then he caught something under his feet and fell to the ground.

Someone forcibly pulled him up and shoved him towards a place.

Then, there was a hasty cry.

The surroundings returned to silence.

When Professor Han woke up again, he opened his eyes, but the sky outside was still forever dark.

However, the strong smell of blood made Professor Han feel like vomiting.

"you're awake?"

Someone said beside him, which startled Professor Han.

Professor Han raised his head and saw someone lit something with a lighter.

He took a look and found that it was a completely dehydrated mummy.

Also not sure why something like this burns so easily.

Judging from the clothes of the mummy.

This mummy should at least be a Taoist priest before the Ming Dynasty.

It also has research value.

However, just now he opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to talk about protecting cultural relics, but soon, he remembered where he was.

A wry smile.

Knowing that I have committed an occupational disease again.

He sat in place and didn't move. He ran too fast just now and stopped. His whole body was in pain.

Leaning back, he tried to make himself feel better.

Even the diaphragm around the lungs hurt so badly that it was hard for him to breathe.

He still had time to think.

Said he was old.

"Where are we now?"

Professor Han looked at the young man and asked.

He only knew that this young man was surnamed Xie, and that he was one of the people who came to Northwest with his teacher.

Compared with Professor Han, this person is indeed a young man.

Cropped and wearing a brown leather jacket with rolled up sleeves, a snake tattoo can be seen.

There is one more number.

18
Behind the young man, those who found the mummy from the depths and kept throwing it out to burn were almost all strong men.

The age distribution is around 50 to [-] years old.

They wore leather jackets, too, but even the leather jackets couldn't hide the swelling of their muscles.

Professor Han glanced twice, feeling a little awe-inspiring in his heart.

They were dressed in an earlier fashionable style, which can be seen from the decorations on their bodies. Professor Han rationally did not bring up these issues.

He subconsciously felt something was wrong.

A sense of dislocation.

Soon, he proved his feeling.

Because he saw the cigarettes smoked by these people—tobacco products, many of them are regional, and the cigarettes these people smoke are produced in Suzhou.

Professor Han has been to Suzhou and the Hexi Corridor before.

That was many years ago, he had seen this kind of cigarette in the fingers of some local people.

This is a very common cigarette in Suzhou.

But they shouldn't be here.

This is a cigarette that has been discontinued a long time ago. Roughly speaking, it has been around for more than 20 years.

They smoke cigarettes from 20 years ago.

The young man was puffing away, and he signaled to Professor Han, who coughed violently.

"Lung hurts, I can't smoke."

Professor Han explained.

The young man nodded knowingly, but he didn't take out the cigarette.

Looking at the burning mummy, the young man suddenly thought that Professor Han had asked him a question.

Out of respect for Teacher Xun and cultural people, the young man chose to answer his question.

He introduced himself first.

"You can call me Xie Shiba. In this kind of place, you must not call people by their real names, just like your teacher, we will not call him by his name.

So you also have a name, call you Lao Han?OK, old Han. "

Professor Han nodded, and asked persistently, "Where is this?"

"Here, it should be the Loess Plateau, where the two provinces meet, but if you insist on me pointing out where it is, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

We have been dealing with them all these years, and we know how difficult these things are.

I can only tell you that it is here, speaking of this..."

Xie Shiba came back from his nose and said, "Where did you find us?"

Professor Han: "Shazhou."

Xie Shiba pondered: "Shazhou, that's far away, logically speaking, this place is one hundred and eight thousand miles away from Shazhou.

Could it be that the Guanshan kiln factory has expanded again? "

Professor Han: "Guanshan Kiln Factory?"

When this term was mentioned, Professor Han suddenly thought of something, and said: "I did get a cup from an old farmer in the countryside in Shazhou. It said Guanshan Kiln Cultural Festival on it. The old farmer said, this The thing is a Xun called..., uh, it was left to me by my teacher.

He left a photo for the old farmer, saying that one day, the person in the photo will come to you.

At that time, you will need a storage fee of 1 yuan and ask him to keep this cup for him. "

Speaking of this, Professor Han shuddered involuntarily.

Not because he's here.

Nor is it because of the cup left behind by the teacher.

It was because he thought of the scene at that time. The old farmer in the Shazhou countryside, who couldn't even speak standard Mandarin, and who had never left his hometown except to see a doctor, tremblingly took out a bag from a box with a cane in his hand. a photograph.

This photo is wrapped in several layers of flowers, layer upon layer.

It can be seen that the old farmer protects it with great care.

So much so that it has a strange taste.

After opening it, Professor Han saw a color photo.

It was he who stood beside Crescent Lake and made a yes gesture,
Seeing this photo, he felt a little cold.

Obviously, this thing was a photo someone took of him when he went to the Crescent Lake yesterday.

Polaroid.

Professor Han still couldn't understand when he thought of this.

It's like he couldn't understand why he appeared here after sleeping.

"Then who is the person chasing after us?"

Professor Han continued to ask.

Xie Shiba was very patient. He found some dry food from his clothes, threw it to Professor Han and said, "Guanshan Kiln Factory, didn't I tell you, we are near Guanshan Kiln Factory.

Originally, we also came to Guanshan Kiln Factory to investigate some things, but we got separated from Teacher Xun, and Teacher Xun took nine out of ten people with him, and we didn't know where they went, only a few of us were left. "

He roasted the dry food on the fire to make it easier to swallow, but looking at the "fuel", Professor Han didn't have much appetite.

He swallowed the dry food abruptly.

Apart from scratching his throat, there was no major problem.

After eating the dry food, voices came from those people in the depths.

"It was dug out, something was dug out, it should be a dojo.

Looks like an abandoned scripture hole.

There were some Niubi's corpses inside, but no zongzi.

I found some ancient texts, you can come and have a look. "

Xie Shiba stood up when he heard the words, and he also gave Professor Han a hand: "Take a rest, we can leave, Guanshan Kiln Factory is chasing us closely.

We lost a lot of people.

If we are caught up again, we will be doomed. "

Professor Han nodded.

Seems to understand.

He still didn't understand why Guanshan Kiln Factory was chasing them?

From the perspective of the subject, Guanshan Kiln Factory does not have the possibility of chasing people.

The kiln should be a place for firing ceramics and bricks. Judging from the natural scenery here, it is more likely to be a brick kiln for firing bricks.

Why don't you guess that it's a beaker cup - such cups are usually wholesaled collectively.

Also, why is it so dark in here?

He has never seen the moon or stars since he entered here.

Follow these people to the bottom of the cave.

Professor Han saw the scattered corpses.

One of them held his arm as a torch and looked around.

He could tell that these people were definitely not serious archaeologists, and they didn't have the slightest protection and respect for corpses and cultural relics.

They're more like grave robbers.

The kind of grave robber who should be shot if caught.

But soon, he was attracted by the things here.

Ignore criticism.

Bamboo slips.

Lots of bamboo slips.

These bamboo slips were completed very well, and more importantly, these bamboo slips were neatly stacked around for people to watch.

These are first-hand accounts.

Xie Shiba pinched his cigarette and asked, "Old Han, do you know ancient Chinese?"

Professor Han said modestly: "You should know a little bit."

Xie Shiba nodded, picked up a roll of bamboo slips and unfolded it, the expression on Professor Han's face suddenly froze.

These characters are Xiaozhuan.

That's right.

Professor Han also knew Xiaozhuan, but he didn't know the code - it was a kind of encrypted text, that is to say, without the code book, he couldn't decipher these bamboo slips.

Failed.

　The sub-volume failed, and my mentality collapsed!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)