Yellow River Craftsman

Chapter 20 Legend: Iron Headed Dragon King ([-])

Half an hour later, Professor Ye came back. I asked him how the situation was, and Professor Ye smiled slightly: "Your grandfather promised to take us out of the boat!"

"Really?" I was overjoyed: "Professor Ye, how did you negotiate with my grandfather? Wasn't his attitude so tough just now?"

Professor Ye said: "I just told him that you are in big trouble now, and it is very likely that the killer will come to your door in a short time. If this matter cannot be resolved in time, both you and your grandson will be life-threatening. Instead of just waiting to die , it’s better to take the initiative to find out the truth of the matter! After your grandfather heard what I said, he also felt that the situation was serious, so he decided to take us out of the boat to find out the whole story of this matter for himself! After all, how do you say it? The matter started because of him, and I don’t want you to be implicated!”

I gave Professor Ye a thumbs up and said, "Awesome! I never thought that this threat theory could convince my tough grandpa so easily!"

Professor Ye said seriously: "I'm not talking about threats, I'm stating the facts! Don't you realize the seriousness of the matter? Fat Toutuo just bought the ancient corpse of a Xixia warrior and was killed. The goal of the killer is to kill everyone who is related to the ancient corpse of a Xixia warrior, so it is only a matter of time before the killer finds you!"

Hearing what Professor Ye said, I also feel that the matter is a bit serious, and it is not as simple as we imagined.It seems that this trip is not only a journey of exploration of historical civilization, but also a journey of saving one's own life crisis.

"By the way!" Professor Ye said, "Tuobagu, your grandfather asked you to go to the old house. He said he was waiting for you in the old house and he had something to tell you!"

I asked Professor Ye and Gu Meidi to rest in the new house, and then walked towards the old house alone.

The light in the old house was a bit dim. Grandpa was sitting on the kang, with a small square table in front of him. A small oil lamp was lit on the square table.There was a plate of peanuts and two side dishes on the table, and a bottle of Lao Bai Gan beside it.

I called Grandpa, then took off my shoes and climbed onto the kang, and sat down opposite Grandpa.

The scene in front of me reminds me of when I was a child, when my grandfather often sat on the kang with a few peanuts and a bottle of Lao Bai Gan, drinking wine while telling me vividly about the strange things on the ancient Yellow River road Son.After so many years, my grandfather's temples have been stained with hoarfrost, and I have grown from the child curled up in bed listening to stories to a brave and fearless young man.I suddenly remembered a line of lyrics: "The years peel off the wall to see my childhood!", and I immediately felt extremely sentimental and nostalgic.

Grandpa put a small wine cup in front of me, unscrewed Laobaigan, and poured me a glass with a splash. The strong aroma of the wine immediately permeated the room.

"Grandpa, what can you do for me?" I asked.

Grandpa raised the wine cup, clinked a glass with me, took a big sip, then picked up two peanuts and threw them into his mouth, biting them loudly: "Tuoba Gu, do you know why Grandpa has never Let you go out of the boat without authorization?"

I shook my head. To be honest, this is something I have been struggling with.When I was a child, I saw children rowing out to play, and I was very envious.I dare not go out with them on a boat, for fear of being punished by my grandfather when I go back, so most of the time I can only look at them enviously by the river.Only occasionally, I would secretly follow the children out of the boat and happily play in the Yellow River.

Grandpa sighed heavily and said, "I don't let you go out of the boat, it's actually because of your father!"

"My father?" I looked at my grandfather suspiciously. I always thought that my grandfather would not let me go out of the boat because of the strange incident that I encountered when I was seven years old. There were cries from the bottom of the river, and countless strands of hair emerged.

Grandpa said: "After your father had an accident on the boat, I swore to protect you well, for your safety, so grandpa never let you go out on the boat alone!"

Hearing what my grandfather said, I suddenly understood that my father's death must have caused great mental stimulation and psychological shadow to my grandfather.Grandpa did this to protect me so that I can grow up in peace.

Grandpa said: "According to the precepts of our ancestors, we Yellow River corpse hunters should have been passed down from generation to generation, but after your father's accident, I decided to violate the ancestor's precepts and no longer pass on the work of Yellow River corpse hunters. My ancestors and ancestors scolded me under the underworld, and I will do the same. I have no son, and I can't lose my grandson. I want you to grow up healthy and peaceful like an ordinary child, so I Let you study hard until you are admitted to university, stay away from Hezi Village, and never touch the life of the Yellow River Corpse Collectors!" Speaking of this, there were faint tears in Grandpa's eyes.

I can empathize with my grandfather's feelings. It takes so much courage and such a sad thing for him to ruin the business that has been passed down from generation to generation in his own hands!On the one hand, there are the handicrafts handed down by the ancestors and ancestors, and on the other hand, the safe growth of the descendants. Between the two, the grandfather gave up the handicrafts of the ancestors and chose the growth of the descendants with difficulty. What a deep love!

Grandpa raised his neck and drank the old Baigan in the wine cup: "Little Gu, I hope you can understand Grandpa's good intentions, don't hold grudges against Grandpa, let alone think that Grandpa is greedy for life and afraid of death. It doesn't matter if Grandpa loses his old life, But I can't let you risk yourself. If you have never walked on the ancient Yellow River road, you have no idea how many deadly crises lurk in the ancient Yellow River road that has bred Chinese civilization for 5000 years. !"

I looked at my grandpa with tears in my eyes, and drank the old Baigan in the wine cup in one gulp: "Grandpa, I understand!"

Grandpa poured another two cups of Laobaigan, and said solemnly: "Actually, the reason I called you here is to tell you the story of your father!"

"My father's story?" I immediately straightened my back and pricked up my ears.Over the years, I've wanted to hear stories about my dad, but Grandpa kept it secret and never revealed anything to me.So after so many years, I only know that my father was killed in an accident on the Yellow River Ancient Road, but I don't know what happened.Now that grandpa finally took the initiative to mention this matter, I naturally have to listen attentively.

Grandpa took a sip of Laobaigan, and began his narration while knocking peanuts:

"Back then, your father Tuobagang was only in his early twenties, married your mother for more than a year, and then gave birth to you. In order to give you and your mother a better life, and to take care of this family, your father traveled on the Yellow River every day Busy, very hard.

One day, he received a big deal. A mine owner in Shanxi was hacked and killed by his enemies and then dumped his body in the Yellow River.Our Tuoba family is a well-known Yellow River Corpse Collector on the Yellow River Ancient Road, so the family of the mine owner naturally found us and promised us a large sum of money to help find the mine owner’s body, and also paid a large amount in advance deposit.

This is a precious task, and I don't worry about your father doing it alone. In order to complete this task faster and better, I am determined to accompany your father on the boat together!After properly handling the housework, our father and I immediately started the salvage mission.

You know, the corpse boat is a kind of Upon boat.In fact, there is something special about it. The awning is black, and black represents death. It is said that when the undead in the water see the black awning boat, they will know that the boat is here to take the undead home, and naturally they will not embarrass the boat.Because most of the time, the corpse-hunters go out on the boat alone, so the corpse-hull boat is not big, and can only accommodate two or three people.In order to complete this task faster, we specially installed a power motor at the stern, which can save a lot of time.

Before we set off, we prepared a big red rooster, put a bowl of snow-white glutinous rice on the bow, inserted three sticks of incense in the bowl, and paid homage to the King of the Yellow River.

At this time, a strange thing happened that worried me.One of the incense candles suddenly broke when it was halfway burning.According to the traditional saying, a broken joss stick means a bad start, which casts a lingering shadow on our travels.

In fact, I also tried to persuade your father, but your father is more stubborn than me, not to mention that it is indeed a big deal, your father is not willing to give up easily.At that time your father refuted me, he said that his own life is in his own hands, how can a joss stick decide our fate?Maybe the incense stick was broken by the river wind?
I know your father attaches great importance to this business, the other party's remuneration is very high, your father intends to earn money to build a new house, so I didn't say anything more.I regret this matter very much until now, the legacy of the patriarch naturally has their reasons, but it is a pity that we did not obey the legacy of the patriarch at that time, which led to the bitter fruit later!well!If I had dragged your father by mission, maybe your father would not have died! "

Grandpa's tone was full of deep regret and self-blame, he swallowed a big mouthful of Lao Baigan, his eyes were red.It seems that after so many years, Grandpa still hasn't gotten over the trauma and shadow brought about by this incident.

I said in relief: "Grandpa, you don't have to blame yourself. In fact, you can't blame you for this incident. We are just ordinary mortals, and none of us can predict the future. I'm not a fatalist, but some things in this world are really predestined." , God wants to take a person's life, so no one can stop it. Isn't there a saying called 'The King of Hades wants you to die at the third watch, but he won't keep you until the fifth watch'?"

Grandpa didn't speak, and drank one gulp after another. The dim light reflected on his face, which was as old as the bark of a tree.

(End of this chapter)