Chapter 80 Chapter 21 Six Envy Songs

Mu Qingxiang listened to my random guesses, and bluntly said that my words and deeds were exaggerated, and I always blamed ghosts and gods for the problem.The location of the mudstone cave is close to the basement. Now that people's voices are heard, it is likely that someone has entered the dusty basement.Except for the uncle and others, no one knew about this basement.Now that the storm is approaching, as long as there is no tsunami, hiding in the basement is the best strategy. Although my uncle and the others treated me badly, they are related by blood after all, so it is impossible for them to ignore death.I yelled in a hurry, hoping that they could help dig the mud on the opposite side. It was much better to dig together on both sides than to fight alone.Unexpectedly, after shouting for a long time, there was no movement on the other side of the mud wall, not even the sound of talking.

Seeing this, Mu Qingxiang said: "The mud wall is too thick, and we can only hear the sound if we put our ears against the wall, so they can't hear it." "I think they did it on purpose!" I said angrily, "I yelled so loudly just now that even a deaf person could have heard it. Could it be that they are all dead?" While speaking, the mudstone cave behind us unexpectedly collapsed and a large area collapsed, forcing us into a dilemma.This time, the rocks and soil from the mud-rock cave collapsed and blocked the hole, but the seawater that poured down had risen a lot due to the shrinkage of the space, and it had already reached my waist.We staggered in the water, we couldn't even stand firmly, and we staggered and stumbled a few steps accidentally.

After thinking about it, I turned around and went back to the tunnel, took out the broken shovel handle from the water, and then slammed my wheels towards the end of the mud wall.Due to the immersion of seawater, the mud wall became soft, and part of it was even washed away by seawater.The mud wall became thinner and thinner, and finally only a few large stones remained.It's a pity that the boulder weighs a thousand catties, and even with the help of the buoyancy of the water, it is difficult for us to move it a few inches. I knocked for a long time, but there was no response from the other side of the mud wall, and when I put my ear on it again, there was no sound of talking.I was gasping and anxious, and it was difficult to breathe. I'm afraid I'm going to run out of oxygen.Mu Qingxiang told me not to worry, there is no hurdle in the world that I can't get through, and the tone sounded as if the danger had disappeared by itself.I reluctantly handed the shovel handle to Mu Qingxiang, I thought of every way, I did everything, and if I really died here, I would admit it.

"Take a few steps back." Mu Qingxiang walked in front of me holding the shovel handle. I know she's going to hit the mud wall, but it's useless. If it was, the two ancestors wouldn't have dug another hole. The wall is obviously impossible to dig through.The sea water has washed away the mud wall, and the few remaining boulders are crowded together, which makes people feel desperate and headache.The handle of the shovel was knocked several times by me, and several cracks have been cracked, but the stone is still fine. I persuaded: "Forget it, it's useless."

"Don't you think it's strange? The mud wall collapsed, and the two ancestors were blocked on this side. According to ordinary people's thinking, they would dig the collapsed place instead of digging in other directions. At least they dug through. This wall can escape, so why they would dig other places, you must know that there may not be exits in other places, and compared with the thickness of the mud wall, it is obvious that the thickness of the excavation is lighter and heavier. " I was a little confused and asked: "You mean..." "I mean that digging the mud wall from one side may not work, but it may be very easy to open it from the other side. The two ancestors must have been murdered here to die here, so the person who killed them will definitely not open the exit, They had to dig another way out. If my guess is correct, the other side may be a stone door, so it is difficult to break through. These stones were not here originally, but were moved to this side when the two ancestors dug the passage, because in It was an absolute dead end back then.”

"You mean, if the uncle and the others open the door from that side, at least the air can flow in immediately, and these stones can be easily pushed away?" I asked. "That's right." Mu Qingxiang replied. "However, they couldn't hear it after such a thick distance. My voice was broken just now." I said worriedly, "That group of people are so superstitious, even if they heard it, they thought it was a ghost, and they dared not open the door." Mu Qingxiang shook her head at me, obviously disagreeing with my statement, she didn't know what to do with the shovel.I thought that Mu Qingxiang was going to beat the mud wall with a shovel, but she didn't do that, she just scratched hard on the stone a few times, which made me confused.Mu Qingxiang worked very hard every time he stroked, but no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to cut the stone in half.I stood behind dizzy and dizzy, thinking in my heart that this woman must not be crazy, and beating is useless, can it be enough to just swipe twice?

Just after Mu Qingxiang stroked for the sixth time, there was movement on the other side of the mud wall, which surprised me very much.The other end also sounded like a millstone six times, and then Mu Qingxiang did the same again.I hit it a few times just now, the strength must be much stronger than Mu Qingxiang, why the other end didn't respond to me. Suddenly, I remembered that my grandfather mentioned that there used to be a way of calling for help among the tea collectors.In the old days, when doing tea business, it was inevitable to go to mountain villages to collect tea.In some places, the folk customs are tough, and there are occasional murders for money.Therefore, experienced tea receivers will not carry money with them, and usually deposit it somewhere first.If they are hijacked, they will use slow tactics to stabilize the villains. On the way to withdraw money, if they encounter people of the same kind, they will secretly beat them six times.

These six beeps were not typed randomly, each one had to be procrastinated and seemed a bit long, otherwise no one would pay attention to you no matter how much you beat.This method is not made up indiscriminately, it is said that it has something to do with Lu Yu, who is a tea sage.Lu Yu once wrote a famous poem called "Song of the Six Enviments" - "I don't envy the golden cup, I don't envy the white jade cup. I don't envy going to the province in the morning, and I don't envy entering the Taiwan at dusk. Thousands of envy and ten thousand envy the West River water, once Come down to Jingling City."

"Six Envy Songs" was originally called "Song", because there are six "envy" characters in the poem, so it got this name.There are many versions of this song, and the verses are also different, but the general idea remains the same.After several accidents, the tea receivers used their elegant names to come up with a secret signal to show that they were in crisis.This custom has even spread to Nanyang. Some Chinese tea masters had accidents there, and they used this code to ask their colleagues for help.Of course, not all colleagues will help, and some will step on you instead, it depends on everyone's artificiality.But now that singing and dancing are on the rise, and the incidents of house robbery have almost disappeared, gradually no one knows the secret code among the tea lovers.

When Mu Qingxiang responded six more times, the mud wall began to loosen, and then the sea water dropped rapidly, and several beams of strong light were projected from the other end of the wall.Mu Qingxiang guessed right, there was indeed a very thick stone door at the other end. After the uncle and the others opened the door, the sea water flowed to the basement, and even the stones began to loosen.When I saw this, I asked my uncle to go away, and then I exerted force on this side, and the stone kept moving towards the basement.It's a pity that the stone is too big. I don't know how the two ancestors moved it. No matter how I pushed them, they stopped moving.

Fortunately, there was a gap in the stone. I took a closer look, and it was enough for an adult to crawl through.Given a rare opportunity, I let Mu Qingxiang get through first, and then I crawled into the basement in embarrassment.The basement was only about the size of a bedroom, and the surrounding brick walls were unfinished, so it could be seen that it had long since been abandoned.It is said to be a basement, but it is actually a cellar. There is a ladder in the corner to go up, and there is a metal cover at the end of the ladder. The uncle's family hid in this place, and the storm had already come, so they hid here because the house was dilapidated.Lao Yan said that Huang Dejun brought them here, but looking at Huang Dejun's expression, I always felt that he didn't know about the basement at all, and it seemed that his uncle told him.The second cousin came to look for me and Mu Qingxiang, but he couldn't find it no matter what. No one thought that we fell into the mudstone cave.Just now I heard someone yelling and yelling at the other end. Uncle and the others thought it was a ghost, so they all held their breath and didn't make any more noise.It wasn't until he heard the long-lost six long distress calls that the uncle suspected that there was someone on the other side, so he opened the stone door. After the stone door was opened, the seawater rushed here. Fortunately, the holes in the seawater have been blocked, so the seawater does not pose a threat to the basement.The seawater has washed away a lot of mud, so the seawater has turned into mud.The group of dead shrimps just now was also washed to this side. For a while, the small basement was smelly, and the little cousin held her nose and kept complaining that I was a broom star, and made the basement so dirty as soon as I appeared. Anyway, we were saved at last, which is a good thing, so I said to them, "It's thanks to you, thank you." My uncle didn't ask me why I appeared at the other end of the mudstone cave, but instead asked, "What did you find there?" I rubbed my mud-covered hair and replied simply: "Two bones." Uncle walked over to the stone gate, glanced inside, and asked, "Is there anything else besides these?" I hesitated for a while, and answered with a frown: "There are two shovels, but I broke them." After this conversation, everyone fell into silence, and no one spoke for a while.There were no tables and chairs in the basement. We all sat on the ground. After the sea water poured in, we all sat on the abandoned bricks and stones.The eldest uncle's family was listless, only Huang Dejun was boiling a pot of water, but the smell of tea wafted from the pot of water. I couldn't help but wonder why my uncle's family was so hypocritical, asking the host to make tea for you after taking refuge. Is this a little too domineering?Mu Qingxiang sat next to me, she also felt very strange, and said that the pot of tea seemed to be overcooked, it was a pot of very strong tea.There were a lot of tea leaves in that pot, and they were of different types. Because the basement smelled like dead shrimp, Mu Qingxiang was not sure, but said that the pot of tea leaves seemed to have been boiled for many days. I looked at Huang Dejun suspiciously. He is a fake dumb, and he is not a mentally handicapped child. Could he be so stupid that he has boiled tea for a few days without knowing it.What's more, during the tea fight that night, Huang Dejun served all the tea after cooking. His craftsmanship was not like those laymen who pretended to understand.Since he knows how to make tea, why did Huang Dejun cook that pot of tea for so long? Who wants to drink this kind of tea?Everyone came here to take refuge, but Huang Dejun actually moved the stove here and continued to make tea. I really don't know what kind of tea needs so much trouble. When I was amazed, I saw Huang Dejun adding a few pinches of tea leaves to the pot, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was doing something big.