After the fat man finished speaking, he asked me for money. I took out 5 yuan. Before I could give it to him, I heard the voice of a middle-aged woman speaking in a dialect from the phone.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and I took the money back. The fat man asked in Fujian dialect: "Sister, why did you answer the phone call in our house? Where is the handsome pot in our house?" I couldn't understand the other party's answer. I was not as talented as the fat man. But soon, the two started arguing.

For a while, we called the house after we went out, and it was a long time tone. The fat man said that the guy was in front of us, and as soon as we left, the phone was not over. Later, we found out that as soon as we left, an aunt in the village came to our house to make a long-distance call to our sons and grandchildren from other places, and it took four or five hours to call.

The weather was very hot. When the fat man clamored, the restlessness in my heart came out. My body was soaked with sweat, and my neck and ankles began to itch. I looked down and saw that the skin was covered with small insects as big as sesame. After slapping it down, I found that they were all full of blood.

I went to see the fat man and found that there were such sesame black worms lying on the back of the fat man's neck and behind his hands, densely packed. What's amazing is that all these worms were parked on the back of his arms, the back of his neck, and the back of his ankles, where it was difficult for people to see. I quickly went to take a picture.

The fat man was startled. I turned over by his hand and asked him to see it. He jumped up in fear and slapped in various ways.

But he and I were already covered with small red envelopes, connected into large pieces, just like some skin disease, and it was extremely itchy.

The fat man suddenly became angry and shouted at the phone: "You bad girl, put down the phone and call Shuai Guo to listen to the phone."

After the argument, the fat man hung up the phone and said that the man was not there. He asked the aunt to wait for him to come back to tell him. The fat man looked at his hands and ankles: "I said we need him, but you don't believe it." The two of them came out of the forest and fled back to the village.

I predicted that the Mujiu Bottle would definitely not come. It would take at least one day to get here from Fujian. If the Mujiu Bottle is not there, it would be like entering the mountain. It usually takes about a week for him to enter the mountain. He may not have come out of the mountain after we finish. Moreover, although he often jokes, he cannot really use others as mosquito coils.

So I was not worried and went to the village wholesale station and bought shovels, ropes, candles, flashlights, rubber gloves and rubber pants for waist.

The pancakes in the village are good, unlike what I am familiar with. This is a dry cake, which is very thin. I bought a large bag, packed it in plastic bags, wrapped it in newspapers, and then carried it back to the wild grave slope for a long time.

On the way, I repeatedly checked the photo and the mountains in the distance. Uncle San was so young at that time, and he should have taken it before going to Xisha. Thinking about my current age, I was a little dazed.

I feel like I have been doing what my third uncle has done all my life.

We were like housewives cleaning the toilet. It was already dark, and the sunset was blocked by the mountains, leaving only light veins like cotton wool coming out from behind the silhouette of the mountain. The lights in the village in the distance were all lit, and only in the forest could we see the faint sky between the leaves when looking up. It was a little cooler at night, and the insects were whisked into our scalp, and we were covered with hair wash paste all over our faces and heads to prevent the insects. But this became even hotter. The hair wash paste dissolved by sweat dripped straight on our bodies, and we looked like melted wax figures.

The shovel is not a special hole-punch. We saw the shovel handle short and dig it all the way. The holes below are ready-made. After digging three meters deep, we dug it to the hole-punch hole covered with wooden boards. The hole-punch hole is ready-made holes, which are very good. The first is spacious, and the second is that there are many pit marks on it. Each mark is covered with a brick.

The hole was knocked down diagonally and directly towards the mountain wall. The fat man cleaned up all the things on it, then covered the earth on a bamboo plaque, pretending to be the ground, and covered the hole. The fat man called out the flashlight and we climbed down. Less than twenty meters, we saw the outer wall of the tomb. The hole was blocked with new bricks, but it was not built.

In the small thief hole outside the tomb, there is a small stove, some wine bottles, instant noodles packaging bags, and many hot water kettles. The fat man said, "It's important. Look, this is the business of several generations, and maybe there is a place to charge your mobile phone."

I wanted to open the new bricks, and the fat man stopped me: "Wait, something is wrong."

He used a flashlight to illuminate the ground at the tomb break, where there were a lot of incense ash and paper ash, many of which were not burned clean. He carefully illuminated the outer wall of the tomb break, with faded red letters on it: "The tomb of the loving father Yang Gong Guilong."

"What does this mean?" asked the fat man.

I said, "You said it, Old Master Yang is indeed inside, and--" I immediately discovered a lot of strange things and used my hands to wipe the outer wall of the tomb room. There was a thick dust on the outer wall. After erasing it, the engravings appeared, like the names on the tombstone, with about a dozen names, all of which were surnamed Yang.

"The Yang family is all inside. They all rely on this tomb for a living, and after they die, they are buried in this tomb."

"Why?" asked the fat man, "As for being so stingy?"

"There is always a reason. You will know after opening this tomb." I went up and bowed, then broke the brick open, revealing a hole, and took the lead in, and looked around with the flashlight.

The arch of the tomb chamber is very short and I can only squat forward half-squat forward. My first reaction was surprise. I thought this should be a large tomb that was at least a thousand years old, but I realized it was not. This tomb is very close to now, and it was originally from the Qing Dynasty. However, looking at the chaotic standards and some Western-style patterns inside, as well as the glazed tiles pressed out with machines, I think it may even be a tomb from the Republic of China period.

But strangely, there are murals on the four walls of the tomb. Because of the new age, although the murals are mottled, they are not oxidized. It can be seen that the murals are very exquisite, completely different from the simple vault. I shine the ground with a flashlight and saw a row of spiritual cards placed against the wall. There were rotten sacrifices and a large amount of paper ash in front of the spiritual cards, but no coffins or corpses were seen.

"Where is the thing?" asked the fat man, "Is this tomb so big?"
Chapter completed!