tiger teacher

At this distance, Wang Jian couldn't be wrong!Leaving aside that he himself is quite a professional carpenter, just talking about this special craftsmanship handed down from Lu Ban's lineage, in fact, no one who has seen it can forget it.

So he was stunned at the time. Although he was not sure whether the old carpenter had anything to do with this poor mountain valley, he was sure that there must be something in these tablets!

Wang Jian is a good person, not only good, but also has a quick temper. After he saw the key point, he started scratching his head and scratching his head anxiously. When others were quietly listening to Mr. Yan's narration, he was the only one who scratched his head like a monkey.

"What are you doing?" Teacher Mei patted Wang Jian's buttocks: "You are not young anymore, calm down."

Wang Jian took a deep breath, leaned into Teacher Mei's ear and said, "The workmanship of these tablets is the same as that of my father's tablets! I'm sure there is something inside!"

Teacher Mei raised her voice and said, "And then?"

"I want to dismantle..."

"You're crazy!" Teacher Mei was stunned: "You tear down someone's tablet in someone's ancestral hall? Are you not afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Wang Jian thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and rushed to the old man who was introducing the village's customs, and stretched out his hand to stop Old Yan: "Old Yan, I have something to say!"

The old man seemed to like Wang Jian, a young man with a vigorous face, and smiled slightly: "Say."

"There is something inside the ancestral tablet! I think we should take it apart and have a look!"

"Remove the ancestral tablet?" The old man frowned: "Are you sure there is something inside?"

Wang Jian nodded: "This kind of workmanship is almost lost, and you can tell it at a glance! I guarantee it with my personality! I think the things of the ancestors, they left them for future generations to see!"

Mr. Yan squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Jian's eyes. They looked at each other for a moment, and then the old man nodded: "I believe you."

Wang Jian heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, when he rushed out to say it, he was betting on whether this old pedant was enlightened enough. You must know that old pedant and enlightened are antonyms in themselves, and the chance of winning this bet is too small. .

Those who followed Yan Lao were also stunned, and then watched the excitement, a kind of township leader whispered behind him, and the mayor's face changed drastically, for fear that this change would turn the achievements that were already at hand into dust, you know For a person like him who has no backing and backing, it is almost impossible to climb up to the county magistrate without such a big pie falling from the sky.

"The ancestral tablet, how can you tear it down as soon as you say it?" He finally couldn't help but say: "This is not good?"

But Yan Lao shook his head: "I believe him once, can you recover?"

Wang Jian smiled confidently: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he respectfully asked for a spiritual tablet from the altar, weighed it in his hand, and found that his observation was not wrong, the weight of the wood was different from what it should have, so Wang Jian's His self-confidence suddenly swelled several times.

Then, Wang Jian sat lightly on the dusty ground, and put the spirit tablet on his knees respectfully. This small gesture made Yan Lao nod repeatedly.

This kind of tablet is actually extremely fine carpentry, so if you use brute force, you usually can’t break it open, it will just break, and there is a mystery here, that is, even if the tablet is broken, the contents inside will not be exposed, and It is split from the dotted line reserved in advance, which is like a severed head in magic. If you don't know how to do it, the things inside will basically not be dismantled.

After getting the strength right, Wang Jian pressed his thumb and twisted his wrist, and the perfectly stitched tablet was actually staggered into a box shape, and then two things fell out of it.

"It's... a gemstone?" The county magistrate picked it up, looked carefully, and found that it was actually two coin-sized gemstones, blood-red all over, very transparent, and the curvature could just fit in the gap of the spiritual seat.

"Don't move, let it go." Wang Jian frowned, fierce: "Someone else's!"

The county magistrate was startled, and tremblingly placed two bright gemstones on the altar... After Wang Jian restored the tablet, he continued to dismantle the second one and then the third one under Yan Lao's instruction. ...one by one they were taken apart.

There are more than 140 tablets on the entire ancestral hall, and each tablet has a treasure corresponding to the era. From the perspective of its own value, each one is very valuable, and if their craftsmanship value is added, it can be called a treasure. For priceless.

"My mother..." The county magistrate had already sat on the ground, his eyes glowed green, and he lost all official airs: "Dear mother..."

And these things also aroused great interest for Da Xiao and Teacher Mei, but now neither of them touched Wang Jian's bad luck. Seeing his concentration, he would be roared by a lion if he disturbed him.

After opening all the tablets in the ancestral hall, only the last and newest tablet revealed a letter instead of gold, silver and jewelry.

Wang Jian wiped the sweat from his brow: "That's all, I'll restore the tablet for you. I don't want anything, I just watch the fun."

"Wait." Wang Jian squeezed the letter: "The smell of rosemary?"

Wang Jian was very familiar with this smell. The old carpenter always used this kind of ink added with rosemary to write letters. It seemed to be a special code of his school, and the priority of things could be distinguished from the intensity of the ink smell.

And the smell of this letter is obviously very strong. If it is still so strong after so many years, one can imagine how urgent the situation was at that time. It is estimated that the letter was written directly with rosemary herbal juice.

"Can I take a look?" Wang Jian turned his head with an expression that could not be refuted.

Elder Yan nodded, and stretched out his hand to Wang Jian: "Please do."

When Wang Jian opened the letter, the first thing he looked at was the inscription, and the inscription was actually the Year of the Dragon!In addition to being of great significance to a certain door, this year is also the year when Wang Jian was picked up!That year was the year when the three-year-old Wang Jian was picked up by the old carpenter! "Then push it up along the year, and the inscription is indeed the old carpenter's handwriting, but it is written on basswood.

While the people next to him were discussing what to do with these treasures, Wang Jian sat on the side and began to read the words on the letter by the faint candlelight.

This letter was obviously written by the old carpenter to another person named Huanshui.If Wang Jian's guess is correct, this person should be his father's senior brother or younger brother. After all, with the naming rules of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, they are usually senior brothers.

Most of the letters were written about his son who had grown old and talented for a day, and he was extremely happy, and this and that took up a lot of space. It was not much different from those old men who brag about their sons in front of their old brothers, but soon At the end, it mentioned the Chinese medicine book called "Ning Shen" that Wang Jian dug out from the memorial tablet, and between the lines, there was actually a book called "Ning Xin"... Wang Jian was confused now , a very ordinary medicine book was turned into 42 chapters by two old men who were already driving cranes. The letter even said that it would be best to destroy it, and it must be carefully hidden if it is not destroyed... Beside the old man, he asked softly: "Excuse me, this tablet is..."

"It turns out that the doctor in Anjia Village has never seen him speak, but he is very skilled in medicine, and he can go to the cliff to collect medicine at the age of 70, but in the end he is still in the house of old and dead. There is no one to die, and he even makes the tablet by himself. "

Wang Jian snorted, "Then what did he leave behind?"

"Are you interested in him?"

Wang Jian nodded and raised the letter in his hand: "He should be my uncle or uncle."

Mr. Yan took the letter and glanced at it: "I know this book, but it's just an ordinary medical book."

At first, Wang Jian also thought that it would be an ordinary medical book, but... the current situation told him that things were not as simple as he thought. After all, taking the 42 chapters of "The Deer and Ding Tale" as an example, it was just the most common one. This scripture, but linked together is a shocking secret.

Although Wang Jian knew that there would definitely not be any dragon veins behind this "Concentration of Mind" and "Concentration of Heart", he can be sure that this must be a secret that the old carpenter has kept all his life. Even if his own son didn't tell it, he would definitely not tell others , and his senior or younger brother is probably in the same situation.

Looking at the cadres who were arguing about the jewels, Wang Jian shook his head: "Old Yan, can you tell me where that book is?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it." Yan Lao patted his head: "I remember he told me before he died that he put it in a place with water but no water and waited for the senior brother to fetch it."

There is water and there is no water. Isn't this a dry well... just at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

After Wang Jian whispered a few words to Mr. Mei, he went out, walked around the dry well twice, kicked around, and finally found that a brick was very loose. His eyes lit up, he knelt down and moved the overgrown brick. Mossy green bricks, and then revealing what was wrapped in tarpaulin inside.

Using the faint light, Wang Jian opened the dirty package, and found that it was indeed the handwritten book, and even the cover was exactly the same as Wang Jian's "Concentration", except that the title on it was "Concentration".

"Sure enough..." Wang Jian flipped through it casually: "I don't understand."

Yes, this book is just like his, there is no reason for it at all, it is full of medicinal materials over and over again, such as Cordyceps sinensis and red snow lotus, and there is no punctuation... After carefully picking up the book, he turned and walked into the ancestral hall , At this time, the discussion among those people also reached a peak.At the heart of the discussion is presumably the transfer of hands between donations to the state and self-auction.

After all, this thing didn't come from the ground, from the cave, or from the solitary tomb.It's in the family's legal private ancestral hall, so in terms of ownership, it should be all the residents of Anjia Village, and at most there will be an inheritance tax.However, donating to the country can increase the official's personal reputation and become a helicopter that continues to climb.

"I think it's better for me to rent them and put them on display in my hotel. The monthly rent is calculated at [-] per thousand of the market value." Teacher Mei sat on a chair with her hands on her chest Cross: "And my investment plan here remains unchanged, and I will start another five-phase health resort plan with a total of [-] million yuan each. I think this will not be a loss for you."

Da Xiao frowned: "It depends on who is 50.00% one and who is 40.00% nine."

Teacher Mei smiled slightly: "Are you coming?"

"Okay, you come." Da Xiao shrugged: "I won't be involved in your industry anymore. I'm in charge of peripheral industries and publicity. 49's hands-off shopkeeper is also good."

Of course, those county magistrates also have their own trade-offs, so their debate will not end for a while.Wang Jian knew that this was a serious matter, so he didn't say anything, he just waved to Teacher Mei and rolled out, and happily ran to find his girlfriend... "Ruo Lin, let me tell you." Wang Jian A pat back to his natural two: "Just now... Hey! What's wrong with you?"

When Tianran Er turned her head, her lips were swollen like sausages, and her face was full of sadness. She pointed to a crab that was caught from the stream and was being roasted on the fire and said, "I'm allergic..."

"You..." Wang Jian checked around: "It's all right, it's just an allergy."

But at this time, Daniu ran over from a long distance, wiped the sweat off his head: "Call the dolls, it's time to eat!"

"That's so embarrassing." Dawei raised his head, his expression a little embarrassed: "It's so difficult for you." "It's okay, it's okay. You can afford it."

The place to eat is in an empty field about 1000 meters away from here. The terrain here is flat, and there are many corn stalks and some mountain products that are drying in the sun. It looks rough and has a personality.

There are nearly [-] large tables on the grain drying ground, with various dishes on them. Although most of them are vegetarian dishes and some bacon and salted eggs, they can almost represent the highest standard in this village.

After Wang Jian arranged for the students to sit down, the villagers were also called out one after another. Most of the women were holding homemade stalk wine and some sun-dried salted beans. The folk customs were simple and natural.

"Eat... eat, you're welcome!" Dui Hu flitted here and there to greet Wang Jian: "Old... teacher, don't... you're welcome, eat!"

"Just eat this?" Li Nuo picked up a pepper leaf with a sad face: "What is this and what?"

"If you like to eat, don't eat." Wang Jian frowned: "Eat more if it tastes good, eat less if it tastes bad, and don't eat if you don't like it. Just swallow the food you put in, and swallow the rice you put in it." Go down! Waste a little, break your leg!"

After being reprimanded by Wang Jian, Li Nuo ate his rice lazily, tears were about to drip.

"A Jian, what did you want to tell me just now?" Tianran Er muttered with his swollen mouth: "Will the swelling go down tomorrow..."

"Yes." Wang Jian chuckled, "Don't talk...listen to me, where is Huiming?"

"This, this, this." Xiao Jin came out from nowhere, his hands and mouth were black: "I went to dig yams with the big aunt girl and the cold-faced funny girl."

"A girl with a big aunt? A cold-faced funny girl?"

"Auntie, the girl is me." Liang Huanhuan also said with a black mouth and black hands: "I took them to dig out snacks."

And Wang Jian turned his head silently, looked at Lin Yaxuan whose face was all black, and coughed: "You must be funny with a cold face."

Lin Yaxuan turned her head and opened her mouth to speak, revealing her blackened teeth: "Don't speak."