Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 379 Another Problem

A bundle of cables was tied around his waist, and the force of the water flow was so strong that it took six or seven people to drag Shi Lang up. This guy who grew up by the sea was also tired and out of breath, but Song Qingshu's expression was gloomy. When he got down, he scolded his head and covered his face.

"You are the Commander-in-Chief of the Anqing First Division of the Begging Army, and you will take on important responsibilities in the future! How can you be so impulsive? How can I rest assured in the future that the huge army will be entrusted to you to command? What you have in your hands will be the successor." Tens of thousands of lives!"

"Commander, you also said that a general should be brave enough to take on the responsibility, not shrink back, do everything within one's abilities, and if you are strong enough, then thousands of people will point out that I have done the same. Commander, I grew up by the sea since I was a child. Not to mention the wave, at the end of the year, I will follow the pearl divers into the sea tens of meters deep to collect pearls, this little water is really nothing to worry about!"

Song Qingshu was speechless for a moment, blocked by his own words, but after hearing what he said, Song Qingshu couldn't help but click his tongue, no wonder this bastard was nicknamed "Hai Thunderbolt". Turned around, Penghu was beaten and fled in the First World War, and had to surrender all of Taiwan after the war.

"So what did you find down there?"

After being speechless for a long time, Song Qingshu choked back a sentence, but Shi Lang couldn't help scratching his head with a silly smile.

"Commander, there are indeed a lot of boxes under Dulong's eyes, but it's too dark underneath, and the last general didn't see clearly what was there."

Song Qingshu was speechless again.

"However, Commander, the bottom here is very miraculous. There is a stream of water rushing up from the other side along the only dragon's eye. If you don't grab the handle of the box below, you will not even be able to stay for this long."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu suddenly realized that since Zheng He and others set up this treasure, it is probably to let everyone find this location. If it is impossible to find it with the technical means of this era, then there is no point in designing this treasure.

Since there is no warning about the danger, there is nothing else to say. He took out a pair of scuba lungs from the back, and Song Qingshu turned his head and waved his hands in a grandiose way: "Everyone who knows how to swim, let me go down to find the treasure!"

To tell the truth, Song Qingshu’s sailor composition is quite poor. Most of his sailors are fishermen from the Yangtze River and the coast. Some anti-Japanese veterans in later generations recalled that the most difficult thing is not to teach recruits to use left and right feet, but to let them shoot the first shot like the enemy. , the first stabbing, and some people even described that some recruits dared not stab people when they were fighting with bayonets and were stabbed to death by the enemy. This principle also applies to this era.

Song Qingshu's begging army broke out with terrifying destructive power because they were so hungry that they couldn't survive anymore, but Jiangnan was relatively peaceful. These fishermen were obedient citizens under the command of the Ming Dynasty. It is estimated that they will be killed when the war really starts Enemy, Song Qingshu still has a headache. Fortunately, the fishermen who grew up by the river are not too bad at swimming. Song Qingshu gave an order, and the rowing sailors jumped into the water like dumplings.

What Shi Lang said was right, when this end went down, people were rushed out from the undercurrent at the other end by the current, and then pulled back to the boat by the rope. Almost figured it out.

There are real treasures, one box after another, there are about one hundred taels of large silver ingots, but the biggest one is a dark bronze tripod, which has been sleeping underwater for an unknown number of days, and it is covered with a heavy bronze lid.

This Song Qingshu is still thinking about the underwater appearance, but there are a few ropes dangling by the side of the boat, and they did not float up. In shock, the sailors who came up hurriedly pulled it again. This time, it was surprisingly difficult. Incomparably, as if there were some monsters under the water, more than 100 people pulled a few dead sailors up for about ten minutes, and threw them on the board of the ship. Turning the pages, Song Qingshu found out speechlessly that everyone's clothes were stuffed with silver.

Emotional son Sanbao eunuch is not a good person, and the force of the water going up at the other end is limited. If you are bare, it is easy to rush back to the surface, but if you are greedy and full of silver, you will have to sink. There are a lot of corpses, probably the result of greed.

After this experience, Song Qingshu also calmed down. Although these high-ranking officials' money looks very attractive, it has the least effect on Song Qingshu. He can sell some soap and perfume at will, and the money can be returned. The most hopeful thing is, It’s still Zheng He Haitu. Most of the boxes are silver now. The biggest hope now is the big tripod. The problem is that the tripod’s lid weighs hundreds of catties. Just now, Shi Lang didn’t float up because he was holding onto the handle. How to open it? , is a problem.

Especially if it was thrown down with the lid on, the 200-year rust, the sticking of the lid and the tripod body, and the internal vacuum would add up to several thousand catties of force to open it.

This will be archaeological in later generations, and it is quite difficult to extract this kind of environment, let alone this era?Where can I find a crane here?
Holding his chin, Song Qingshu once again looked under the water with a sad face. This time, Shi Lang didn't say anything. Even though he was very conceited, he was not sure that he could lift the bronze cover by patting his chest.

This time, Song Qingshu really had the help of a nobleman, and was pulled over to hunt for treasure for no reason. Zhang Huangyan was stunned to watch these guys jump in like water ducks, then watched the sailors screaming around the corpse, and finally looked at Song Qingshu Xizi Clutching his chest and staring at the water in a daze, the 16-year-old prodigy who was admitted to Xie Yuan simply strolled over in two steps.

"Yuanzheng, don't you have a boat?"

"Cang Shui, the boat can't sink into the water to pull the tripod up?"

"Using Cao Chong's method of weighing elephants, four boats are used, two of which are connected together with big wood, filled with sand, tied to the tripod with ropes, and connected to the big wood. The first group unloads the sand and lifts the tripod by buoyancy. Lift one piece, the second group is tightening the rope, unloading the sand and rocks, and lifting another section, although it takes a little work, but the tripod can always be lifted!"

This is the feeling of IQ being crushed. Seeing Zhang Huangyan's ease, Song Qingshu's eyes widened for a long time, and then took advantage of this guy's shyness, and slapped him on the shoulder hard. Zhang Huangyan covered his shoulders and grinned, while Song Qingshu laughed and shouted excitedly.

"Cang Shui, you are really my Zhuge!"

"Come on, pack the sand!"

After all, the three big boats are for fishing in the ocean, so it would take time to mention a little bit to the right. Song Qingshu simply sent the three Yingtian boats out to sea, practicing their sailing skills while catching big fish. There were more than a dozen big sand boats left behind. With the fishing boat, about [-] people were divided into several teams, and they dumped the sand in the sack back and forth, left to right, right to left, for five or six days. The large bronze tripod used for sacrifices can be regarded as being fished out of the water.

Not to mention, the adhesive force and the vacuum force are really not covered. Even after holding on to the lid of the tripod for so many days, the heavy tripod body underneath did not fall off. I rowed the boat and dragged the tripod to the shallows, watching my workers pick it up. After prying all kinds of crowbars for more than a day and still not being able to pry them, the impatient Song Qingshu simply lost his patience, regardless of whether the cultural relics were cultural relics or not, and directly loaded the explosives.

A bundle of yellow gunpowder was pasted on the lid of the tripod. A group of soldiers from the beggar army ran away, crawled far away and covered their ears. Even Song Qingshu was no exception. Zhang Huangyan took a sarcastic look at his tense appearance. After staring at her for a long time, he walked back in a very gentlemanly manner, and before he could turn around, there was a thud.

This guy let out a groan, and fell into the water. If Shi Lang hadn't stared at him, he would have been swept away by the Yangtze River. He was the first to run back again.

The cauldron lid, which was mostly corroded, was completely torn apart, and fragments were flying everywhere. Song Qingshu didn't care about the cauldron, which was as tall as half a person, and jumped into it vigorously holding the edge.

Unexpectedly, the tripod was empty, and Song Qingshu frantically scratched at the fragments. Then Song Qingshu found a box about the size of the Analects of Confucius, poured it out, and the contents inside made Song Qingshu confused for a while.

It’s still a treasure map, but this time, it’s engraved with gold. Judging by the craftsmanship, it’s probably the Persian craftsmen hired by Zheng He in the Arabian Peninsula. stacked buildings.

"Let me see?"

After finally recovering from the tinnitus, Zhang Huangyan couldn't care less about being ugly, so he ran over quickly under the trend of curiosity, and simply reached out to snatch the golden book.

This guy is really a genius, looking at the two pages of the map, he immediately slapped his head.

"Isn't this the Forbidden Palace in Nanjing? The students entered it together when they were rushing for the exam. The back is Sanskrit, and the third shelf on the right side of the basement of the East Pavilion of the Jiazi Library is flipped!"

"The golden book is worth tens of thousands of taels, and this thing is extremely dangerous. If you are not a sage, just wait for someone who is destined!"

Opening the last and thickest page of the golden book, a dark and weird iron key is clamped inside, the cold touch is definitely meteorite.

Hearing Zhang Huangyan finish reading, Song Qingshu's head felt dizzy twice. Nanjing Forbidden Palace, if it was okay to say a while ago, now the eunuch Cui Si, the guardian of Nanjing, has brought Jiao Dalin back to the capital to report on his duties. Can he go back to Nanjing? After all, he is just the general soldier of the Jianghuai River. What tricks can he sneak into the Nanjing Forbidden Palace?
It seemed that Zheng He did leave something behind, but he had paid [-] prayers, so he got stuck on this last shiver, and saw Song Qingshu frowning again.

"Marshal, why don't we go and steal it? When the general was wandering around in the rivers and lakes, he met a few burglars. It is said that they have touched the Forbidden City in the capital, and even found one of the belly pockets of the emperor's concubine!"

Shi Lang suggested again very kindly, with the experience of the Archbishop of Macau last time, Song Qingshu almost nodded his head this time.

"Okay, go and steal his mother!"

(End of this chapter)