Meng Jinsong was stunned for a while: "But I haven't looked at your golden bell carefully, and those patterns and other things can't be imitated."

The golden bell of the hidden beast has always been collected and offered. When he was invited out occasionally, he just glanced at it and could only see a rough look.

Meng Qianzi was impatient: "I haven't looked at it carefully. How many women wearing jewelry can tell the details of their jewelry? It's almost the same, just have a similar look."

Xin Ci originally wanted to volunteer: It was a coincidence that he helped Meng Qianzi keep the jewelry, and was very curious about the golden bell. He often took it out and gave it a closer look. He was more familiar than Meng Qianzi, the real person, and those traces could be hooked out at random...

But seeing Meng Qianzi's indifferent attitude, forget it, the emperor is not in a hurry, he is rushing to worry about something.

***

When they opened the door, Meng Jinsong and Xin Ci almost agreed to each other. They let out a long sigh, and then each leaned their backs against the wall.

Meng Jinsong was really weak: this night, like a roller coaster, it was rising and falling a few times, and it was sometimes ice and sometimes fire. Even though it finally stopped, the fear of the momentum was still wave after wave, and there was no end.

Xin Ci joined in the fun and was confused: something happened, his emotions had to be mobilized and synchronized with everyone.

His eyes were straightened for several seconds before he said to Meng Jinsong: "We are too brave, we are too brave. We are covering up the sky with one hand, and we are deceiving our superiors and concealing our subordinates... No, we only deceive our superiors and we are also deceiving us."

Meng Jinsong was a little reminiscent: "Actually, Qianzi did this and it made sense. If things get bigger, there is no benefit."

When she first arrived in Xiangxi, she was the one who had no face to show her power. She didn't know what kind of excitement she was waiting to see her. As a result, she was hurt first and then lost Jinling. What's the difference between this and the officials who lost the seal? If it were him, he wouldn't come down from Taiwan. Besides, the people who left Jinling might be very rare and asked for a price everywhere. If they were the ones who used Jinling to threaten the mountain ghost, it would be too passive. It would be better to investigate secretly than to investigate openly...

Xin Ci continued: "I understand, things can be solved in a small way, and no one wants to make a big deal. That's it, how to find them?"

Meng Jinsong pressed his eyebrows with his hand. He was really tired after tossing this night: "I have to count on that fake corpse. I hope that the person who saw Zhu Youke tomorrow can have clues."

It's Zhu Yuko again.

Xin Ci wondered: "All those who come tomorrow are Zhu Yuko?"

It's almost the same, Meng Jinsong nodded: "Most of them are."

Xin Ci frowned: "This surname Zhu is so big. He is the local boss, right? Then what about him? Isn't he here? Isn't this a bit too disgraceful to us, right?"

Meng Jinsong was both angry and funny. He was originally tense, but this smile was a little out of breath. He didn't have the strength to explain and was too lazy to explain. He simply went back to the room and just put a few words: "Make good use of Shandian, you."

Damn! Zhu Yuko is from Shandian? He thought he was a middle-aged greasy uncle named Zhu, and he was the leader in charge.

Xin Ci hurriedly opened the app.

Unexpectedly, this "Zhu You" (also written as "Zhu You"), also known as "Tianyi", was first seen in the medical book "Su Wen", which said that it was a method of curing diseases in ancient times. There was no need for surgical decoctions. As long as someone who was good at used to perform talismans and magic, it could be cured. For example, someone fell down from a high place and broke his limbs and saw that he was unable to survive. Zhu Youke's doctor found a cat and a dog. After a spell, the person got up and walked, but the cat and dog all had broken limbs to death. To put it bluntly, he suffered this sin and died on behalf of the person.

Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty described it as "migrating". Of course, migration means "migrating". Where did the disease go? The method was removed and removed.

During the Yuan Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty, it was even more amazing. It was directly included in the Thirteenth Department of the Imperial Hospital. In other words, Zhuyouke was a treatment subject in traditional Chinese medicine, just like ophthalmology, oral dentistry, gynecology, and acupuncture.

Later, during the Longqing period of the Ming Dynasty, to be precise, it was 1571, and for some reason, the two departments of "Zhu You" and "Massage" were removed from the thirteen departments, and from then on, only eleven departments were left.

Xin Ci sighed a little: As expected, everything should have a decent identity and official recognition. Zhu Youke and Massage Co., Ltd., after being fired, seemed to have not done well. Massage always reminds people of small shops with pink light on the street. Zhu Youke, talismans and magic, that whole feudal superstition.

He continued to look down.

Zhu Youke is good at using talismans and spells. Since he has been included in the 13th Department of the Imperial Hospital, he will naturally be used to treat diseases and save people. It is said that the magical magic can even be restored to death. The Chenzhou talismans, witchcraft, and even the famous corpse driving were first included in Zhu Youke.

***

Before liberation, many ethnic minority villages of all sizes were scattered deep in the mountains in western Hunan, especially Miao Villages and Tujia Villages. Most of these villages were located in remote areas and rose by the fierce mountains. Due to cultural differences, the villagers of the village rarely interacted with the outside world, and they came together from behind closed doors, which was extremely closed.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the country increased its investment in infrastructure in key villages, helped to connect electricity and water, and built the roads as deep as possible - people walked to high places. This "high places" is to put it bluntly to make life better, so a large number of mountain people moved away from the original remote villages, headed towards the big villages, and even towards the city.

As a result, the villages in the deep mountains gradually became deserted, and most of them went straight to empty, becoming abandoned villages. Occasionally, there were a few who were not available, and most of the left-behind people were elderly people who were lazy to move, and they were silent during broad daylight.

Bahanzhai is one of them.

To be precise, it no longer belongs to Wuling County. It is next to the edge of Wuling Mountain. It was originally a dense forest in a valley. The village people cut out a flat land to plant crops and build houses. Because it is too close to the mountains and forests, it is afraid of wild animals. Most of the houses are stilt houses. The fir houses are three floors together, and most of the bottom floors are left empty. They are used to raise livestock and poultry. The upper two floors live in people, and the roof is covered with dense green tiles.

People in the mountains like to make up for the old, but don’t like to change the new ones. If there are any mistakes in the house, they will be patched and filled in one piece. Therefore, even the youngest house in the village was built at least forty or fifty years ago.

The nearest highway is more than ten kilometers away from the village. The part without access can only be walked by feet or mules. In this way, the village is even more unavoidable and visible to the naked eye: at night, only four or five households light up, and the weeds in the fields in front of the door grow as high as a person's waist, and no one cares about it.

...

It was past 1:00 in the middle of the night, and the most grand stilt house in Bahan Village was still on.

Of course, it does not mean how new and luxurious it is. It is also dilapidated, and like other houses in the village, it has a sense of disrepair. The word "stand" is just because its house has the tallest shelf, and because it has a privately installed satellite pot for receiving TV signals on the roof, as well as a shiny cluster of household solar panels.

Jiang Lian lived on the second floor and was taking a shower. As soon as he pressed his head over to a snow-white shampoo foam, the rustling sound of water disappeared.

Jiang Lian was not angry, so he stretched out his arms and slapped the water heater at a high place twice.

The water came again, drizzling, but when it supported the foam on his head, it was gone again.

The foam water flowed all over his face, and it was difficult to open his eyes. Jiang Lian frowned and reached out to knock on it based on his feelings. I wonder if the force was not controlled well, but I heard a bang, as if the screws were loose and the water heater was about to fall down.

Jiang Lian was startled and quickly stepped back, then looked up with his eyes: Fortunately, the water heater fell off only one side, which was originally hung straight, but now it was down at a thirty-degree angle, still swaying.

Jiang Lian was speechless and cursed: "I'll go."

He pulled a towel to wipe his hair, wiped it, and sniffed it, feeling that the shampoo smell was still too strong and it was hard to perfunctory. He went outside and took two bottles of mineral water in, lowered his head, squeezed and fell to his head, and finally made do with this "bathing".

After putting on his pajamas, he heard the sound of chopping knives downstairs. He knew that Lao Ga was not asleep yet, so he went straight over and held the trembling wooden railing and looked down: There was a fire kang on the open space below, and an iron pot was placed on the iron rack. Lao Ga squatted on the ground, burying his head to chop the bacon on the chopping board.

In fact, locals are more accustomed to setting up fire pits in the house, which is warm, evaporated, blocked rain, and also facilitates the smoked bacon in winter. There are also fire pits in Laoga's house, but as long as the weather is right, I prefer to cook outside, probably because I love nature.

Jiang Lian called him: "Lao Ga!"

Lao Ga looked up.

This is an old man in his sixties. His hair is still dark, with thick and hard short tufts, but his face is dark and ravines. He wears a blue cloth jacket that the cadres who went to the countryside in the 1970s and 1980s like to wear. His sleeves are rolled up to his arms and the collar buttons are neatly buttoned, which is not unfavorable.

Jiang Lian signaled the room with his hand: "One side of the water heater fell off."

Lao Kuo said, "I will add multiple nails to it tomorrow."

"What are you doing?"

"Have a meal."

"Eat in the middle of the night?"

“When should I eat when I’m hungry.”

There is no need to be restricted by three meals in Japan, when to eat when to eat when to be hungry, Jiang Lian thought Lao Ga said it was quite philosophical, and he couldn't find any more wonderful words to respond for a while, so he walked back into the house and in front of the mirror hanging on the wall.

This mirror is as old as a stilt house. It is a rectangular half-body mirror. The golden painted wooden frame is almost mottled. The lower right side of the mirror is also covered with dark green and bright red landscape paintings with the corners removed and raised. The inscription is said, "Good mountains, good waters and good times."

In a good mountain, good water and good times, the description of Jiang Lian is clearly reflected.

He is not old, and he has been 27 or 80 years old. His hair is strung on all sides without any shape due to the hard kneading of a towel. His face is good, and he belongs to the kind of people with both recognition and turning back. His eyes are slightly raised. It is said that people with this type of eye shape usually have a little arrogant, and the eyes are even harder to describe - it is said that eyes are the windows of the soul, but through this window, you can see nothing but looseness, and you can't see anything else.

Jiang Lian suddenly took a deep breath, unbuttoned two buttons, and spread half of his clothes to the side: the side of his neck, the place where he was pulled by the pole had not broken before, but it was swollen and tall, like a big flesh-red bug lying on it - but now it was broken, and the blood was flowing all the way, light and deep, in short, it was a little unbearable to see it.

Jiang Lian took a tissue to wipe it, applied some ointment, tentatively wiped the edge of the wound, then shook it back in pain, and murmured: "It's so cruel."

This is simply a bandit. He hits him when he comes up, uh... not. He even shouted before the beating, but he didn't listen to it. It seemed that he was a "fox" or "waist", probably a slander.

Mr. Gan was right. There was indeed a ruthless person in the deep mountains and forests of Xiangxi: that woman had quick and accurate moves, and I don’t know what it was. Especially when she pulled her backhand at first, it was no exaggeration to say that if she had a knife, he would have been removed on the spot. Even so, the force almost surged into the skull and caused him to have a concussion, so that his eyes turned black throughout the fight and his mind was confused.

After simply treating the wound, Jiang Lian put down the ointment bottle, sat in a chair, picked up a chain on the table and took a closer look.

The material is unclear, like alloy, brass-colored, thin flat spiral buckles like shackle one by one, and a round metal piece hangs between every few. In ancient times, this was also a kind of bell. After counting, there were nine metal pieces in total. This shape looked like anklets, but I don’t know why the woman hung it on her waist.

Of course, it was also inexplicable to enter his hand: when he grabbed the glass jar, he grabbed it. Later, the woman's hand hit his hand with one rod, and his knuckles were immediately stiff. He couldn't stretch it out for a long time, so he grabbed the glass lid and the chain, and passed several hills in one breath. When he wanted to throw it away, he found that there was a chain in his hand.

With the dizzy light, he saw that every metal piece was engraved with traces that he couldn't understand at all.

Jiang Lian found a portable magnifying glass from his suitcase, which was usually made of jewelry watch stamps, and it seemed a bit in awesome. While he looked closely, he took paper and pen at his hand, trying to copy the marks and patterns.

Just as two were drawn, a scattered conversation came from downstairs. A trace of helplessness flashed through Jiang Lian's eyes. He pushed the chain aside, covered it with the paper that flipped to the back, and made a complex chaos on the table. He took the bottle of ointment and stuck his fingers in, waiting slowly.

Soon, Wei Biao's voice sounded outside the door: "Jiang Lian!"

Before the sound fell, the door had already been knocked open with a slam.

Jiang Lian silently said "Irregular" in his heart, then smiled, dug out a piece of ointment with his fingers, and applied it to the wound with his neck: "Brother Biao."

The person who came was about thirty years old, tall, almost with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his face was quite straightforward, but his strong edges always conveyed the word "straightforward", which made people subconsciously stay away from him and did not want to get close to him.

"Old Ga told me that Mr. Lian is back in a mud and watery manner. Oh, is the lottery hanging?"

Jiang Lian showed him his wound very generously, and raised his hand to show him two fingers that were swollen like sausages: "It was dark and it was raining again in the mountains. I didn't pay attention to falling downhill. That's the result."

As she spoke, her eyes floated out: Kuang Meiying was here, maybe she was clamored by the noise, and she was still wearing a nightgown, but she didn't walk in, just standing by the door, slender, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and she was about to fall.

Wei Biao smiled and didn't smile. He supported the edge of the table with both hands and looked down: "But Jiang Lian, every time it rains in the middle of the night, you run into the mountains. What are you running? Is there money inside waiting for you to pick it up?"

At the end of the day, my eyes gradually became colder, and the corners of my lips were unconsciously hung slightly to the side, as if there was an invisible thread being held.
Chapter completed!