Baojian

Chapter 131
The villages in the mountains are very peaceful. As the evening approaches, a layer of mist rises under the setting sun, covering the small roads of the village. Looking at the smoke rising from the houses and listening to the crowing of chickens and dogs barking, it gives people a dreamlike feeling. a feeling of.

"Da Pao, you old bastard, you have guests at home, why don't you come out?"

After walking for about three or four minutes, when they came to the gate of a yard covered with tile-roofed houses, Village Chief Tang yelled at the top of his voice, which immediately caused dogs to bark in the yard.

"Old Tang, you old ashes picker, what's your name?"

There was a curse in the yard. It seemed that the relationship between Da Pao and the village chief was very good. You must know that the words of picking up ashes were not just said casually.

Many people understand the meaning of picking up ashes, that is, the father-in-law and his daughter-in-law have an affair. This allusion comes from Su Dongpo.

According to legend, Su Dongpo lost his wife in middle age and never married.He was busy with official business and writing, and many years passed in a flash. He lived a strange habit by himself, and his son married a wife and had children in a blink of an eye.

However, Su Dongpo's generation of talents is extremely intelligent and talented, while his son is mediocre and only knows how to eat, drink and play all day long.

One day, Su Dongpo's son went out to play again. Su Dongpo was sitting alone in the study, thinking blankly. The daughter-in-law here is actually a talented woman. Married only because of the worship of Su Dongpo.

After arriving, he found that his son was so mediocre. He was very lonely and disappointed. He had long admired Su Dongpo, and today he had the opportunity to get closer to his father-in-law.
Su Dongpo was in deep thought when he saw his daughter-in-law approaching, staring at her blankly, seeing his daughter-in-law's flushed face, graceful figure, and affectionate eyes, he suddenly got carried away and felt a sense of euphoria.

Just when he was distracted, he suddenly remembered that this was his daughter-in-law, and blushed immediately, and the daughter-in-law asked, "Why is your father-in-law blushing?"

Su Dongpo did not answer, took the teacup, and quickly wrote two lines of poems on the desk with his index finger: "There is a pipa in the green gauze tent, even if it is sunny, I dare not play it."

Because Su Dongpo was lazy and didn't wipe the table for a long time, there was a thick layer of dust on the table, and the writing was very clear.

After reading it, the daughter-in-law quickly wrote two more sentences with her fingers: "If the father-in-law plays a song, the fat and water will not flow into the fields of outsiders."After writing, she blushed and ran away.

Su Dongpo was enjoying watching, when his son came back, and seeing his father watching so happily, he asked, "Father, what do you see?"

Su Dongpo jumped down, quickly wiped off the handwriting on the table with his sleeve, and said: "I didn't read anything, I was picking up ashes."

Later, it was not known whether Su Dongpo had an affair with his daughter-in-law, but the story spread.Later, people used "pick ashes" to refer to Weng's daughter-in-law cheating.

Village head Tang has two sons, both of whom are working outside, but the two daughters-in-law are not bad. Rural people talk badly, and they have a good relationship, so they often say that about him when joking.

"See if I don't tear your stinky mouth..."

I don’t know if Village Chief Tang really picked up ashes. Anyway, his face was flushed by the cannon inside, and he rushed in as soon as the courtyard door opened. An old man in his 50s is not as energetic as a young man. Not much.

"Okay, Da Pao, the two of you add up to more than 100, what's the trouble?"

Director Yang, who was following behind, frowned and said, "Three guests are staying with you tonight. Clean up your son's room and clean it up."

"Hey, it's Director Yang, old man, let me go, Director Yang won't say anything when he's here."

Da Pao, who was quarreling with Village Chief Tang, was more than 1.8 meters tall. Although he already had gray hair between his temples, his back was straight. This seriousness immediately pushed Village Chief Tang aside.

"Who made your stinky mouth grin?"

Village head Tang said angrily: "Bring me all the good things you have hidden tonight. I know you, an old boy, killed a pangolin a few days ago. You braised it tonight and had wine. You want to take your son." Just give it during the Chinese New Year."

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? When did I hit the pangolin?"

After hearing Village Chief Tang's words, Da Pao's old face turned red immediately, and he stretched out his hand to cover Village Chief Tang's mouth.

Pangolins are different from those pheasants and wild boars. They are nationally protected animals. If you mention this in front of the chief of the police station, isn’t that a trap for you?
"Okay, Da Pao, don't pretend. Old Tang said you did it, so you must have done it. Let's burn it tonight."

Seeing Da Pao's expression, how could Director Yang not understand?However, there are countless such things in the mountainous areas. As long as these villagers don't sell them and get caught, he often doesn't bother to take care of them.

"Director Yang, it's not bad to hit a pangolin, but...but today..."

Da Pao hesitated to speak, glanced at Director Yang, and then said: "A few friends who collect mountain goods came here today, and they want to stay here tonight, you see, why don't these guys stay at Old Tang's house today? "

"The one who collects mountain goods? Isn't it from those restaurants in the city?"

Director Yang's face immediately turned down when he heard this. In the whole Pingzhuang, Da Pao's house has many and clean houses, and his son and daughter-in-law are all in the city. Village head Tang's house does have a house, but the sanitation is much worse.

"Is this here to collect wild animals? Let them come out!" The grassroots leaders, all of them belong to the dog family, can turn their faces faster than flipping a book. Director Yang's expression suddenly shocked Da Pao.

"Uncle Da Pao, I have caused you trouble..."

Following Director Yang's words, a 37-year-old middle-aged man ran out of the room, holding a box of Hongtashan in his hand, stepped in front of Director Yang in a few steps, smoked a circle in a hurry, and said: "Comrade policeman, surnamed He, the second child in the family, everyone calls him He Er, just here to collect some wild mushrooms and fungi, don't dare to do those illegal things."

"Yes, yes, Director Yang, this is a friend introduced by my son. They just collect some wild goods. This... this is really a coincidence."

Da Pao was also helping and talking. He is an old hunter in the village. He has been hunting all his life. The old cannon barrel in his hand is amazing, so he got the nickname of Da Pao.

It wasn't until after guns were banned a few years ago that Da Pao began to collect some wild herbs and sell them in the mountains. Of course, if nothing happened, he would still catch some wild boars and pheasants, but he kept them for his own food.

Director Yang waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about those useless ones, tell all of you to come out and show me your ID card!"

"Yes, yes, all of you come out, and bring out the mountain goods collected in the village in front." He Er called back, and following his shout, three people came out of the room, all carrying A snakeskin pocket.

The three of them were not tall, and when they came out, they saw Director Yang's police uniform, their eyes flickered, and they opened the snakeskin pocket eagerly, and there were indeed some mountain products such as mushrooms inside.

He Er kicked the young boy in his twenties beside him, and said, "Don't you take out your ID card yet?"

The three of them agreed, and they all took out their ID cards from their bodies. When Director Yang saw those wild goods, he had already believed in them for a long time. When collecting things in the mountains, you must be fair and law-abiding, and you must not accept what should not be collected, you know?"

"Yes, yes." He Er bowed his head and said, "Comrade policeman is right, we will do some small business, and absolutely dare not do illegal things."

There were guests at Da Pao's house, and Director Yang couldn't drive them out, so he could only look at Qin Feng and said, "Professor He, why don't we stay at Old Tang's house for two days? I asked him to clean up the house, and then Smoke it with wormwood to ensure that there are no mosquitos at night."

"Okay, it doesn't matter where we live." Qin Feng nodded, his eyes swept over He Er and the others, and a sneer appeared in his heart.

Collect mountain goods?It's almost the same as being a colleague!
The first time Qin Feng saw He Er, he knew his identity. The right hand that this man showed when he passed the cigarette, the thick calluses on the tiger's mouth and the palm, it was obvious that he was holding a shovel.

And after He Er got closer, Qin Feng smelled a strong earthy smell from him. This smell is unique to dealing with the soil for a long time, and it is difficult to get rid of it even if he takes a bath every day.

Those young people who came out from behind seemed to have ghosts in their hearts, and when they took out the mountain mushrooms, they grabbed them casually, and didn't care about damaging the mushrooms at all. Director Yang didn't notice these details, Qin Feng But it's all in the eyes.

Seeing that Qin Feng agreed, Director Yang heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and said to Da Pao, "Well, Da Pao, you pack up your things and take them to Old Tang's house. Let's eat there at night."

"Okay, I'll pack it up and take the pangolin and wild boar."

Da Pao also breathed a sigh of relief, and his son called from the city specifically to say that He Er and the others must be entertained. He was also afraid that Director Yang would drive them away, and he would have nothing to say to his son.

"Hey, what is this?" Qin Feng watched Da Pao take down several strings of air-dried meat hanging under the eaves, and his eyes suddenly fixed on a long bamboo pole leaning against the door.

The bamboo pole was about two meters long, and the end leaning on the ground was wrapped in a piece of black cloth. Qin Feng lifted the black cloth and took it off, his expression changed suddenly.

"This...isn't this a Luo-yang shovel?" Qin Feng turned his head abruptly and asked, "Mr. Tang, has a geological survey team ever come to your village before? Why is there such a thing?"

"Geological team? We came here more than ten years ago. How long has it been since?"

Village head Tang shook his head and asked, "Professor He, what kind of object is this? The round thing underneath doesn't look like a shovel. I said cannon. Where did you get this thing?"

"Hey, I brought this thing."

At the same time that Qin Feng picked up the Luo-yang shovel, He Er's complexion also changed drastically. Before Da Pao could speak, he quickly grabbed the Luo-yang shovel in his hand and said, "It's like this, I often come here The mountain goods are collected here, and the village below is short of water, so let me help dig a well, this thing is used to tap groundwater..."

At this time, He Er wanted to slap himself a few times in the face. He originally thought that no one would know Luo Yangchan in this remote place, so he didn't care much and put it outside. On the first day, it was seen by people.

"I don't know who this is?" He Er remained calm, and after explaining the usefulness of the thing, he looked at Qin Feng suspiciously.

"This is Professor He from Pengcheng University of Geosciences." Director Yang introduced a sentence, looked at Qin Feng, and asked, "Professor He, is this thing used?"

Director Yang is a police officer. Although he spends all day dealing with trivial matters in the countryside, he still has some ability to read words and demeanor, and He Er's expression did not escape his eyes just now.

"So it's a well digger? This thing can be used in the same way!" Qin Feng smiled and glanced at He Er, and said, "I almost thought my family was a tomb robber."

Regardless of He Er's sudden change of expression, Qin Feng continued, "Director Yang, let me tell you that this thing is called the Luo-Yang shovel. It was first invented by grave robbers, and later it was also used in archaeology and geological surveys. I still have one in the car."

It made Qin Feng very upset to meet his peers when he went out. If he didn't run away with these people, it would be difficult for him to continue with his work. With Director Yang around, he naturally had to give He Er some eye drops.

"Tomb robbery? What on earth are you guys here for?" Director Yang's eyes froze, and he looked at He Er suddenly with a bad look.

Baoshi has a long history. Since the Han and Tang Dynasties to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there have been many imperial tombs here, and tomb robbery has been repeatedly prohibited. However, the imperial tombs of the Qing Dynasty are not in Pingzhuang. Director Yang has been here for a few years. I heard that there is a large tomb in his jurisdiction.

However, if a tomb robbery case can be solved, it will be a real political achievement for Director Yang, and it may be possible to call out this mountain valley, so he has become serious.

"It's wrong, it's really wrong!"

Hearing Director Yang's words, He Er's eyes rolled around, and he said to Qin Feng: "Professor He, we are all surnamed He, and I don't want you to wrong people like you. My shovel is really a well-explorer." Use it!"

"Hey, Xiao He, I didn't say you were a grave robber, I just said that this object is a Luo-yang shovel..."

Qin Feng put on a pedantic look, and said: "This thing is also necessary for our geological team, I can still admit my mistake? Xiao He, you said that I am right?"

Qin Feng's words made He Er want to cry without tears. He didn't say that he was a tomb robber, and he bit to death that this thing was used by the tomb robbers, but he didn't mention that this thing can dig wells. Wouldn't it force people to think about tomb robbers? ?

Sure enough, Director Yang's eyes became more suspicious, and he said, "He Er, which village did you dig the well? It was for that household, please explain clearly!"

"Hey, Director Yang, you also know that the village below is short of water. Village Chief Wu of Erdao Village asked me to call him. Otherwise, I will take you there now. I don't want to wrong a good person."

He Er reacted very quickly. He knew that if he didn't get it right today, he might end up here. He put on an appearance of being wronged, and dragged Director Yang to the door.

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