Chapter 62 Chapter Three Nanyang Resentment Cup

From Qingdao to Xiamen, I was sleeping almost all the time. Mu Qingxiang kept her eyes open and never seemed to feel tired.After we changed cars once and entered Fujian Province from Guangdong, I wondered whether I should buy a gun for self-defense.Uncle has spent his whole life in Nanyang, he will not kill people at first glance, and he will never restrain himself just because he is in China. Like when my uncle went to Indonesia to run a tea business, the people there hated the Chinese very much. Even if you are Malaysian Chinese or Indonesian Chinese, they will not treat you well. The large-scale massacre of Chinese in Indonesia that broke out in 1998 is an example. In fact, there have been minor disturbances before this.The eldest uncle was not afraid of these people, he was spat on, and immediately ordered someone to beat him hard, until all the shit came out of him.

This is not too light. Before I left Malaysia, my uncle already had two sons. He often beat and kicked my two cousins, and he didn't feel bad at all.I heard that after I returned to China, my uncle had another daughter. Since I never returned to Malaysia, I never saw that cousin.When we met this time, with the broken scriptures in hand, I was not worried that my uncle would not recognize me, but I was afraid that he would kill me in a hurry. Mu Qingxiang heard my worry, she said very easily: "Didn't you bring a big tea Bagua needle? Your uncle must know the Bagua needle, he would not dare to mess around, as long as you don't panic all the time, even the needle box You can’t even hold it steady.”

I said worryingly: "After I found this thing, I have used it several times. I don't know if there are any needles in it. I don't know how to dismantle it and how to put it back in." Mu Qingxiang took the needle box, she looked at it carefully, and said: "Jiang Hongyu will definitely not be able to make big tea gossip needles, and Wu Jiunan (the real name of shopkeeper Wu) is the same. I think they may know someone more powerful." I stuck out my tongue: "There are more powerful ones? What era is this? How can there be so many strange people? By the way, you are also very good. Why don't you help me make up a few poisonous injections, in case there are no injections at the critical moment?" ok, so what should we do?"

Mu Qingxiang returned the needle box to me, and she promised to pack the needles for me, but only non-toxic needles.In her view, the treacherous and evil people deserve to die, but we can't kill people casually, otherwise we will harm others with poisonous needles, and one day we will harm ourselves.I also don't want to carry a poisonous needle box. If one day I accidentally press the needle box while sleeping, I'm going to kill myself.Mu Qingxiang seems to be evil, but also kind, she can't figure out whether she is born with this kind of virtue, or she is just a lunatic. In the morning, the train stopped in Fuzhou, Mu Qingxiang closed the door that had been reading carefully, and got off the train with me.Because Zhao Shuai sold the Tianqing clay teapot to Lin Chafan's family in Wuyi Mountain, he got a lot of money. When I arrived in Fuzhou, I chartered a car to Xiamen Island.In the past, I would not be willing to do so. I am used to frugality. This time I just want to see my uncle as soon as possible. If he runs back to Malaysia again, he will not be found.

According to the investigation, the uncle and his party came to Xiamen Island and settled near Wutong Ancient Ferry in the northeast of Xiamen Island. Wutong Ancient Ferry is one of the few remaining ancient ferries on the island. It is located in Wutong Village, Heshan Town, Huli District. A cape near Fengtoushe.Wutong Ancient Ferry existed as early as the Song Dynasty, and it was the main traffic road of Xiamen Island. It is recorded in "Lujiang Zhi" and "Xiamen Zhi": Wutong Ferry, Xiamen to Quanda Road, and Liuwudian.Officials from the capital to Taiwan have to take a boat to Wutong, then pass through Jiaotang to Hefengpu, and then cross the Strait to Taiwan.Due to various reasons, I don't know when Wutongdutou has been slowly abandoned.

Now, Xiamen's maritime transportation is developing rapidly, but Wutong Wharf has been desolate. In 1982, someone discovered a side of Qianlong's "Reconstruction of the Wutong Pavilion" near Wutong Ferry, which records that officials and gentry raised funds to rebuild the pavilion near Wutong Ferry. It is a first-class cultural relic protection unit, but now the Wutong Wharf is not big, and it is a little messy, and there are not many ships entering and leaving the port. I chartered a jeep and offered 1,000 yuan, and the driver readily agreed.The driver often travels between Fuzhou and Xiamen. I asked him if he had heard of Huang Dejun, and he shook his head and said no.I can't help but suspect that Huang Dejun is a liar who is worse than a fox. If he is really capable and famous in Malaysia, why would he nest beside such a desolate promontory like Wutonggudu and go to the capital to buy a house long ago.

Along the way, Mu Qingxiang didn't talk much. After getting into the jeep, she read the book again, but she still didn't see any problem. The jeep turned from the tree-lined Jinshang Road to the intersection of Houkeng Road, and what awaited us was the construction site on the eastern section of Xianyue Road, which was full of dust.After bumping through the back pit, a small mountain jumped out. This is Jinshan. It is recorded in historical records that "the mountain is a red gold star, and there is no vegetation on its body, so it is named".Today's Jinshan has been covered with dense forests, and compared with the past and the present, it feels like a vicissitudes of life.It is said that Zheng Chenggong once trained troops here, but unfortunately there are no traces of that year.

Of course, I didn't know these things, all of them were explained by the driver brother like a tour guide, and he said that he should be worthy of the salary of 1,000 yuan.The driver brother was not familiar with Shengong and Mistress, so he said that Huang Dejun might really be there, not necessarily a liar.I hope Huang Dejun is a liar, my uncle is too cruel, he deserves to be cheated. Not far after driving past Jinshan, the car drove up to the largest freshwater lake on the island --- the embankment of the lakeside reservoir, which is just the outer edge of Wutong Village.Entering Wutong Village, I suddenly found that there is such a relatively complete pastoral scenery on the steaming Xiamen Island.The big brother of the driver believed in the reins, and drove across the country roads in Wutong, startling chickens and ducks walking around at will from time to time.Farmers are busy in the fields, and lush old banyan trees can be seen everywhere, antique small temples are scattered at the head and tail of the village, and several ancient tombs of Ming and Qing Dynasties are dilapidated at the head of the field.

When I thought that I was going to see my uncle soon, I couldn't help but get nervous, and even thought about running away, or not seeing him at all.I don't really want to find the ancient city of Yuequan. Whether I can find it or not is none of my business.It was useless for me to be hesitant, but Mu Qingxiang noticed my emotions, so she asked why you were nervous, how could you ask clues to the ancient city of Yuequan like this.When the driver heard that we were going to find Huang Dejun, and the location was near Wutong Gudu, he said that it was very desolate, and the people who lived there were probably not serious.

There is indeed a large house near Wutong Ancient Ferry, but it is more than 300 meters away from Wutong Village, standing alone on the edge of the sea cliff, not to mention how desolate it is.Cuo means a house. The coastal areas of Fujian and Taiwan generally refer to homes or houses as cuo, not what we call houses.The driver brother only came to Wutonggudu once or twice. He said that there seemed to be people living there, but he didn't know which fairy land it was. Xiamen has preserved many ancient buildings, especially the Ming and Qing Dynasties. There are both traditional Taiwanese buildings in southern Fujian and Tulou buildings.There is an ancient house near Wutong Gudu. The driver brother parked in front of Wutong Village. Because the road from Wutong Village to Wutong Gudu is not convenient for driving, the driver turned around and ran away after pointing us in the direction.It was getting late, and with the mentality of giving it a try, I went to spend the night in the ancient house on the other side of the ferry with Mu Qingxiang.

There are many egrets inhabiting Xiamen Island. When the sea breeze blows, groups of egrets fly by, and it feels like the end of the world.Every time I take the car, I feel hungry very fast. Seeing so many egrets overhead, I wish I could shoot some of them for barbecue immediately.Because the old house is on the edge of the sea cliff, the sea wind is raging, so there are no tall plants growing, and the rocky reef is covered with blue-black moss.Before we got close to the ancient house, we saw a scantily dressed woman standing in front of the door. The woman yelled at us angrily: "Hey, hurry up, I've been waiting for a long time, what are you doing!" I had doubts in my heart, I didn't have an appointment with anyone, why is that woman waiting for us, did I admit the wrong person.As she got closer, the woman shouted louder, and the tigress was not as fierce as her.I walked forward against the sea breeze, and found that the woman was a few years younger than me, standing at the door with her hands on her waist, glaring at Mu Qingxiang and me. I asked suspiciously, "Who are you, and how did you know we were coming?" "Are you the cousin who fled back to Hubei?" The young woman rolled her eyes and looked at me rudely. I saw that this woman was not ready to introduce herself, so I asked, "Can we stay for a few nights, don't worry about the money." "What are you talking about, come in." The woman turned and entered the room before she finished speaking. It was only later that I found out that this young woman was a cousin I had never met, who had not been born when I left Malaysia.The little cousin is under 18 years old and her name is Lu Yuwei. Unfortunately, her name is elegant, but her personality is not elegant.My uncle is so shrewd, before I could investigate his whereabouts, he found out everything about me and my father before he came to China.When Liao's second son asked someone to look for the uncle, the uncle checked us instead, so he asked the little cousin to wait at the gate of the ancient house in advance, and she was not allowed to come in until she received someone.We haven't arrived for a long time, and the little cousin got impatient and blew the sea breeze all day, so she took her anger on us. I followed nervously, Mu Qingxiang was parallel to me, the wind blew her hair, and I thought she was even more beautiful.The little cousin hated me very much, she didn't tell Mu Qingxiang and me to sit down when we entered the main hall, but told us to wait honestly, the uncle and the two cousins ​​would come to see us later.Over the years, the eldest uncle must have said a lot of bad things about my father and me to the three cousins. No wonder the younger cousin hated me before we met. While waiting embarrassingly and silently, I observed the structure of the old house and found that the old house was very strong, and there were no cracks after so many years of blowing by the sea.The ancient house faces south and is a brick-and-wood beam-lifting structure. From south to north, there are tall gate towers and walls, courtyards, front halls, patios, and main halls. the wing room. The locals call this ancient house Huangcuo, because the owner's surname is Huang. This kind of naming is very common in Xiamen Island, and most of them add the owner's surname before "cuo".Huangcuo used to be a thriving population, but then declined, and finally there was only one person living in Huangcuo.I am eager to see Huang Dejun, probably a rickety old man who lives alone in such a big old house, his mind is not abnormal, but his body is also abnormal. Mu Qingxiang remained calm, she didn't care about the little cousin's attitude, instead she took the initiative to ask: "How is your father's situation?" Although the little cousin was fierce, she spoke out without restraint, and she directly revealed the matter: "It's still the same, I don't know what that person named Huang Dejun is capable of, and my father is going to this kind of place to ask for help. Tell him not to be so romantic, how many women did he have after his mother died! Now it's all right, that bitch smashed the broken glass and was kicked out! As a result, the bitch committed suicide, and Curse father viciously!" I saw my little cousin getting more and more scolded, so I interrupted her: "What kind of cup is it worthy of my uncle's anger?" Mu Qingxiang didn't wait for the little cousin to answer, she said: "Is it the Jin Dynasty teacup?" The little cousin was surprised at first, and then said disdainfully: "That's right! I didn't expect that bitch to do sorcery, and the smashed cup was restored after she died, which made my father start to grow fish scales. These fisher girls There are really means!" I found it unbelievable to hear that the teacup can be restored after being smashed, but if this was a rumor, my uncle would not have come to Wutong Gudu.However, the teacup was broken, how could it recover automatically, did someone glue the pieces together again?No matter how dazzled the elder uncle's eyes are, it is impossible not to see it, not to mention the sharp eyes of the little cousin, it is impossible for her to see it wrong.The Jin Dynasty teacup came from the ancient city of Yuequan. How it came out is unknown, but according to my little cousin, this cup is definitely not simple.