Chapter 96 Chapter 8 Deep Well

Mu Qingxiang is still in the Black Stone House, I don't know why she is not interested in the deep well, but is more interested in the empty Black Stone House.Except for Mu Qingxiang, we all stood by the well, and with the rays of the scorching sun, we could see the bottom of the well at a glance. The deep well is a square, surrounded by black stone bricks, and seems to be seven or eight meters deep.Because the mouth of the well was protected by a yellow stone cover, the yellow sand did not bury it. When the little cousin lifted the stone cover, some sand slid down the bottom of the well like a rain curtain.We all wanted to see if well water could really be dug out in the desert, but we didn't want to see five or six snow-white porcelain pots at the bottom of the well, with nine small red flowers gathered together on the pot body.

My little cousin and I are very familiar with this kind of white porcelain pot. The tea shop opened by my grandfather in Nanyang is called Jiuluxiang Tea Shop. The packaging of each kind of tea has a pattern of nine small camellias surrounded by it.There is also a kind of white porcelain pot in the tea shop. The body of the pot is painted with nine small red flowers surrounded by a pattern, and there are three Chinese characters Jiuluxiang under the red flowers.The nine-flower pattern is a mold made by an old man with miniature carvings. The pattern is very complicated. There are flowers in the flower, and the nine flowers are one. Even the nine-flower pattern is hidden in the three characters "Jiuluxiang". No one has ever been able to make the same. fakes.

I heard from my grandfather since I was a child that they don’t sell this kind of tea pots, and the tea inside is also very precious, and they are only used as gifts for close friends.The white porcelain pots are made of special materials, which can effectively protect the aroma of the tea leaves, and the more they are placed, the more fragrant they become. Therefore, even an empty porcelain pot is a good thing.The little cousin is also very aware of the white porcelain jars, this kind of jars can't be bought even if they want to buy them, and now they are surprised to see them in the desert.

Among the Lu family members, except for my father, no one else has been close to the ancient city of Yuequan.I looked at the white tea pot under the deep well, and thought to myself that my father took the tea pot to the desert in 1971, so he still had to make tea halfway.My little cousin's family scolded my father as a villain. I used to be angry about this, but later I found out that what they scolded was almost true, so whenever I encountered a topic related to my father, I would divert it. As soon as the little cousin saw the white porcelain jar from Jiuluxiang Tea Shop, she opened her mouth to tell about my father's evil deeds back then, but she remembered that she relied on me in mainland China, and Zhao Shuai and I were good brothers, so Cherry opened her mouth. After a long time, I didn't say a word in a daze.Although the matter is a foregone conclusion, I still have a chance. My father may have a special reason, so he has to do it.

Uncle An had long heard that there were ancient relics in the desert, and many dealers who resell cultural relics took risks for this, and came to the barren and inhabited desert to wash and fight in the sand.Therefore, when he saw the white porcelain pot under the well, Uncle An thought that we were the same as those people.Facing Uncle An's questioning, Zhao Shuai and I hastily denied it, relying on the instructions from above, we were able to muddle through.Uncle Chen was only interested in wolves, and wished to kill hundreds of wolves every day to enjoy himself. When he saw the white porcelain pot, the first thing he thought of was to use it to hold wolf meat and drink wolf bone soup.

It's inconvenient for me to tell them that the white porcelain pot belongs to the Lu family, and the little cousin thinks the same as I do, and she doesn't talk nonsense.On the other hand, Zhao Shuai couldn't hide the secret, and almost exposed the secret of the white porcelain jar. It was hard for me to use the matter of the Qing soldiers' relics as a perfunctory excuse.At first, Uncle An didn't agree with us going down to the well to have a look, but he didn't pick up the white porcelain pot. If it was stolen by cultural relic dealers, wouldn't it be cheaper for them.Zhao Shuai quickly found the rope prepared in advance. I thought he was going to swing down, but after fastening one end of the rope, he told me to go down.

Needless to say, I have thought about it a long time ago. My father must have a purpose for putting the white porcelain jar under the deep well, and he will never throw it away casually.When Uncle An carefully tied the rope around my waist, he told me to be careful not to break my head.I immediately fell in love with Uncle An. The oil exploration team left him, really blinding their eyes.I was gearing up and was about to show off my skills when Uncle Chen said doubtfully to the deep well: "I don't think it's right, there seems to be a dead person under the white porcelain jar."

I probed and looked, and there was indeed a mummy under the deep well, but we didn't find it because it was blocked by the white porcelain jar.I'm used to this kind of thing, so I shrugged my shoulders, saying that it doesn't matter if there are 10,000 mummies underground.In the desert, due to the dry climate, the corpses usually do not decompose, and most of them will become mummies.I thought to myself that it might be the tea people who walked into the desert with my father back then. Those tea people either died or disappeared. Could it be that in order to prevent others from knowing the secret of the ancient city of Yuequan, my father cruelly killed those tea people one by one? to kill?

Thinking of this, I shuddered, what kind of person is my father? Is it possible that all I have seen is his mask after more than 20 years of getting along. In the eyes of everyone, I took a deep breath, held the rope tightly, and slowly slid down to the bottom of the well.But Uncle An tied it up too tightly for me. As soon as I jumped into the well, the rope strangled my belly so painfully that I almost squeezed out shit.I dare not look up because the sand keeps slipping down.The deep well is very cool, not as dry and hot as the surface of the desert, just like turning on the air conditioner.I breathe lightly, and even so, the sound is clear.Especially the little cousin and Zhao Shuai kept telling me to be careful, the voice was deafening, I couldn't help but raise my head to tell them to shut up, the sand took the opportunity to get into my eyes, the pain made me cry.

After a while my feet touched something, and I must have reached the bottom of the well.The bottom of the well is not big, and only one person can move in it, and it is not convenient for one more person to stretch his hands and feet.I leaned forward and picked up a white porcelain jar. All the white porcelain jars down the well have the same volume, about the same size as a lantern.Jiuluxiang Tea Shop would not give away such a large porcelain jar casually, the bigger it is, the more it shows that the Lu family has a lot to do with it.I have never seen my grandfather give away this kind of white porcelain jar, and only the Lu family has it in my memory.

The white porcelain pots are all sealed with wax paint. This is the method of storing tea, which is similar to the principle of keeping food fresh today.Containers for Tibetan tea are preferably pottery or porcelain, and should not have any peculiar smell. It is best to have boiled rice soup or washed the container with rice soup.I loosened the rope around my waist, put the six porcelain jars from the well into the sack, and let Zhao Shuai pull them up first. After I took away all the white porcelain jars, I discovered that the mummy in the well was wearing a bright red shirt, with long black hair tied into a ponytail.Any idiot can tell that the mummy must be a woman. Whoever dared to grow such long hair in the past is undoubtedly impatient.I took a closer look at the clothes on the mummy, and found that none of them were complete, and the clothes were all tattered, as if they had been torn apart. The mummy has no moisture, and it is easy to be broken and scattered, so it is not suitable for packing in sacks.When they let the rope down again, I put my arms around the mummy and let them pull me up.After painstakingly tying the rope, I squinted my eyes and shouted to the top, but my feet were firmly grasped. "Damn it, could it be that the female corpse in red thought I was going to rape her, so she ran out to scare people." I laughed at myself, admiring myself for being so calm. I looked down suspiciously, there were shadows at the bottom of the deep well, and I could see a few heads from time to time, but they should be the projections of Zhao Shuai and others.I cleared away the white porcelain pots in the well, and the mummy was on my body again. Except for a few small piles of sand, there was not a hair at the bottom of the well.My feet couldn't see anything grabbing, but it felt so real, it couldn't be hallucination.But there was nothing else in the well, and I couldn't see the things that grabbed my feet, so there must be ghosts. It is said that dead women wearing red clothes are the scariest. They can often turn into ghosts and kill people. Only Taoist monks with profound morals can subdue them.It’s hard to explain the mysterious things clearly, I just misunderstood it as a female ghost, so I said in my heart: This miserable elder sister, I just want to save you, I don’t have any intention of belittling you, just do it, let me go This younger generation. At this moment, Zhao Shuai and Uncle Chen pulled me up from the well.I don't know if the female ghost sister understood, or the person who pulled me was stronger, and the strength to grab my feet quickly disappeared.When I climbed out of the deep well with the female corpse in red in my arms, and told them what happened down there, no one believed me, saying that I was too nervous and had hallucinations. Putting the six white porcelain jars aside, Uncle Chen took a look at them holding the shotgun, and said that there were three traditional Chinese characters "Jiuluxiang" on the jars, which did not look like ancient relics with a history of hundreds of years.Uncle An was also very curious. He didn't know what the nine-flower white porcelain jar was for, so he guessed it was used to hold ashes.My little cousin and I were both fuming with anger, but we couldn't have an attack, lest the truth be leaked, so we didn't say anything. The corpse of the woman in red was well preserved, no wounds could be seen on her body, and the cause of her death could not be ascertained.Zhao Shuai guessed that the female corpse in red died of thirst, but Uncle An said that it only takes two days to get here, and the water prepared is definitely enough to drink here, at least if you go deeper into the desert, you will die of thirst.We are not forensic doctors, so we can only take a rough look. Since there is no wound and it is impossible to die of thirst, it is very likely that he died of a serious illness. We plan to dig a small pit to bury the female body later, then tear down the Black Stone House and use a stone as a tombstone.After I thought about it, Zhao Shuai opened one of the white porcelain jars, and the wax was scraped all over the floor.When the white porcelain pot was opened, my little cousin and I gathered around to see what kind of tea was inside, which was worth my father's journey to the desert.But we were very puzzled after reading it. Even though we had thought about it thousands of times, we never thought that the tea in the jar was Wuyi tea. Wuyishan tea belongs to Fujian. The previous dynasties did not pay much attention to Fujian tea. Even if there were teas as tributes, they were only used to wash teacups in the palace.Other tea makers did not want Wuyishan tea when they received tea, and it was not until later that there was a change.This incident has been recorded in "Wuyi Mountain Chronicle". The tea of ​​Wuyi Mountain is very special. Most of the tea produced in other places is cold in nature, but only the tea in Wuyi Mountain is warm in nature.When picking tea, the tea in other places is best picked before sunrise, but in Wuyi Mountain, it can only be picked after sunrise. I ignored Uncle An and Uncle Chen's astonishment, and wondered why my father took Wuyi Mountain tea to the desert and put the nine-flower white porcelain jar into the deep well, what on earth was he trying to do. Mu Qingxiang has been staying in the black stone house. When we were all fascinated by the tea in the white porcelain pot, she walked out of the black stone house, went around to the edge of the deep well, and whispered to me: "There are weird things in the black stone house, you Follow me to see."