Yellow River Craftsman

Chapter 133 Grandpa's Legacy

Gu Meidi's analysis makes sense, but I can't figure it out after much deliberation. Who wants to put Grandpa to death?Grandpa has been honest and upright all his life, and he also loves to help the villagers with enthusiasm. The villagers think that grandpa is a good person, and they respect him on weekdays. Didn't anyone see any grudge against grandpa?Besides, the people living here are ordinary villagers, who would refine this kind of complicated golden silkworm Gu?

I scratched my head hard. If it wasn't done by people in the village, then it was done by people outside. I can't think of anyone who would kill Grandpa!
"Did you say that there is really no antidote to the golden silkworm Gu?" I said this sentence weakly, at this moment, I felt that I was more than ten years old.

Gu Meidi pursed his lips and shook his head, showing a helpless and painful expression.

Thinking of my grandpa's crooked body lying on the bed, my heart hurts badly.

When I was young, I thought my grandpa was very tall. Sometimes I fell asleep when I came back from the boat, and when I woke up, I would find myself lying on my grandpa’s generous back. It was the warmest harbor in my childhood.But now, this mountain-like back is about to collapse. I can't express my feelings at this moment in words, but I just let the tears flow across my face.

"Xiaogu, you...you come in...I have something to tell you..." Grandpa called me from the bedroom.

"Oh, I'll be right here!" I quickly wiped away the tears on my face, poured a glass of cold water, and walked into the bedroom.

"Grandpa, drink water!" I helped Grandpa up, and Grandpa barely drank a couple of sips, his lips were already chapped.

"Granddaughter-in-law, I...I want to talk to Xiaogu alone!" Grandpa looked at Gu Meidi, Gu Meidi nodded, exited the bedroom, and closed the door behind him.

"Master, have you had any contact with anyone recently? Or have you offended anyone?" I asked.

Grandpa shook his head and smiled sadly: "I know what I have is not a disease, right? I was killed by someone!"

"Grandpa... I will definitely cure you..." Although I said this on my lips, I didn't have the slightest idea in my heart.

"Don't comfort me! I know time is running out, and I want to explain something to you!" Grandpa sighed, his pupils were full of turbidity.

I bit my lip and didn't make a sound.

"Xiaogu, after grandpa leaves, you have to take good care of yourself!" Grandpa raised his arm with difficulty and touched my cheek. His hands were rough and rubbed against my face, but I felt very warm.

I saw that on Grandpa's right hand, a little finger was missing, and the severed finger had scabbed over, turning into a lump of flesh.

"Grandpa..." I held Grandpa's hand tightly, choked up and speechless.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. I didn't expect them to come after so many years!" Grandpa said quietly, with a strange gleam in his dim pupils.

"What do you mean?" I frowned: "They? Who are they? Grandpa, do you know who killed you?"

Grandpa looked at me and said quietly: "Actually, our body hunters and the Yellow River worker were originally a family. We all belong to the same family. We have a common mission, which is to guard the Yellow River! The old river worker has no descendants. I have A son, but after my son died, I didn’t want the tragedy to repeat itself to my grandson, so I didn’t let you inherit the mantle of the corpse hunter, and didn’t let you continue to guard the Yellow River after my shift, because of this matter, the old river worker said I didn’t follow the teachings of my ancestors, so I fell out with me! I don’t know if I did it right or wrong. I really don’t want the grievances of my ancestors to be repeated on my children and grandchildren. I don’t want you to stay on the Yellow River. I don't want you to suffer any harm, even if it's against the ancestral precepts of our ancestors!"

Guard the Yellow River? !
I looked at Grandpa in surprise. It turned out that we have been wandering on the Yellow River for generations, not to support our family, but to town the river? !Why do we need Zhenhe?Is there something under the Yellow River Ancient Road?
"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Grandpa sighed: "It's a pity that those people still came to the door, Xiaogu, Grandpa has no ability to protect you, and the choice of the future path is all up to you. The world is too complicated, remember not to Trust anyone easily. Take this copper coin with you!"

Grandpa shivered and took out a rusty copper coin with dark green copper flowers on it from under the pillow. There was a square hole in the center of the copper coin, and a discolored red rope was wrapped around the center of the square hole. He held it in his hand cold.

I recognize this copper coin, which is my grandfather's personal token.

I hold it tightly in the palm of my hand, as if holding all hope.

I remembered what happened when I was seven years old: "Master, what did you see under the boat back then?"

Grandpa's lips trembled: "Heh, it seems that you have never forgotten this incident. It was Yin soldiers crossing the river, and the boat was full of corpses, standing densely at the bottom of the river..."

Dense corpses? !

I shuddered.

"Little Gu, do you still remember Chuanzuka? Your grandfather took you there when you were a child! Go find an ancient boat with a dragon head, and there are things I left for you in the cabin..."

Grandpa's voice became more and more urgent, as if he was rushing to finish the last sentence: "Scatter... my ashes in the Yellow River... This is the fate of the corpse hunter..."

The expression on Grandpa's face froze, his eyelids slowly closed, his mouth was slightly opened, and he never made a sound.

Grandpa is gone!

Grandpa is really gone!

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Grandpa's wrinkled face, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

I stared blankly at Grandpa's body, tears falling silently.

After a long while, I finally burst into a heart-piercing cry from the depths of my throat: "Master!"

I threw myself on top of my grandfather's still warm body and cried loudly. My only relative in this world left.

"Grandpa!" Hearing my cry, Gu Meidi pushed the door open, and then she stood silently at the door.

When Gu Meidi came to me, she also burst into tears. She knelt on the side of Grandpa's bed, crying more sadly than me.

Without setting up a mourning hall and without informing the neighbors, Gu Meidi and I carried Grandpa's body to the bank of the Yellow River.

It was getting dark, we set up a raging flame, and watched my grandfather's body gradually turn into flying ash in the flames, my tears flowed to the sky like the rushing water of the Yellow River.

When it was almost dawn, I used an urn to collect my grandfather's ashes.

"I still have things to do, you go back to the archaeological team first!" I said to Gu Meidi, after all, I need to go back to the archaeological team to explain the matter of Professor Fan and Ye Sheng, and explain the situation.

"Can you do it alone? Do you need me to accompany you?" Gu Meidi asked.

I shook my head: "No need, a little personal matter!"

"Okay!" Gu Meidi nodded: "Then I'll go back to the archaeological team first, you pay attention to safety! Also, people can't be resurrected after death, so mourn!"

"Thank you!" I shook Gu Meidi's hand, and then reluctantly watched her disappear from my sight.

The cool river wind blows towards my face, and I can't help shivering. Looking at the endlessly flowing Yellow River, I seem to feel that I am the only one left in the sky and the earth, and I am extremely lonely.

I went back and slept for a day and a night, the sky was dark, the dream was full of bits and pieces of my childhood with my grandpa, playing like a movie film, I felt like my mind was filled with paste, and when I woke up the next day, I was groggy. There was a large water stain on the pillow, and it seemed that I also shed a lot of tears in my dream.

I got up and prepared some water and dry food, and went out with the urn on the table.

The weather is cloudy today, like a haze that has piled up on my heart.

I drove out of the river in a small boat, because I didn't go out to pick up corpses, so I didn't do the rituals of worshiping the King of the Yellow River.

The more we walked towards the center of the river, the darker the sky became.

Gray clouds cast gray reflections on the river, and when the wind blows, the river swirls.

The sky should also be the scene of people.

I hovered the wupeng boat in the middle of the river, then opened the urn, and scattered my grandpa's ashes in the Yellow River.

Blown by the river wind, the ashes floated far away.

After the corpse hunter dies, the ashes should be sunk into the Yellow River, which is also the legacy of the ancestors.

Grandpa has been traveling on the ancient road of the Yellow River all his life, and he hopes that his soul can rest in peace in the Yellow River.

"Grandpa, have a good journey!" Holding back tears, I sank the urn into the Yellow River together.

My grandpa's melodious voice seems to be heard in my ears: "Dear king... You must bless your descendants... You are an immortal god... Let all the wandering souls go back... Let a Give us the safe ancient Yellow River road... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

I lit a cigarette and sat down, puffing out smoke rings one after another.

I thought I could get more clues from Grandpa, but I didn't expect Grandpa to leave, leaving me with more questions.

We corpse hunters and river workers belong to the same family, what kind of family are we?
Also, the so-called guarding the Yellow River for generations, what exactly are we going to guard? Is there anything weird under the ancient Yellow River Road?
Who is the "they" in Grandpa's mouth?
Are "they" our hostile forces?

What do "they" want to do?
Is the golden silkworm Gu on Grandpa's body the poisonous hands of "them"?

Too many questions haunt me, like water plants in a river.

I don't know how long I sat there, it started to rain, and the awning crackled.

I looked up at the sky, and a few drops of rain fell into my pupils, which hurt so much.

I suddenly remembered the legacy of my grandfather. He asked me to go to the boat mound and said that he left something for me there.

What exactly did grandpa leave for me?
Why hide in such a secret place?
If I go to the boat mound and find what my grandfather left behind, will I be able to unravel these problems that entangle me?
Thinking of this, I cheered up and headed towards the boat mound in the rain.

mound.

There are several interpretations in Chinese, the first of which refers to the grave.

Funatsuka.

As the name suggests, it is the grave of the ship.

Don't think that there is only one Bermuda in the world. In fact, there is also the Yellow River Bermuda on the ancient Yellow River Road that the boat people talked about.

For the sake of safety, I will not tell you where the Bermuda of the Yellow River is in the Yellow River Basin. This is a taboo on the Yellow River Trail, and I must keep it a secret.

(End of this chapter)