Daomu Biji

Pan Zi saw that my expression was wrong and asked me to take a rest. I really couldn't take it anymore, so I sat on the wine tank to catch my breath. The others repacked their equipment. Shun Zi had never been in such a place before, so he picked up a cold firework. Just look around curiously. Said: "I really don't know that there is such a place buried in Changbai Mountain. This time I have an eye."

"There will be things you haven't seen if you keep going." Pan Zi said on the side: "I estimate that these things that the Jin Dynasty plundered from the Southern and Northern Song Dynasties, and the treasures offered by the Southern Song Dynasty, either fell into Genghis Khan's possession. In your hand, otherwise, it must be in this place."

"Don't think too beautiful." The fat man said: "In those days, most of the tributes in the Southern Song Dynasty were silk and satin. If this kind of thing is not taken care of, it is difficult to sell. I think even if it is available, it will be almost rotten. Let's not always worry about it. When it comes to things in the underground palace, it's better to consider the immediate benefits." Then he went to study the wine jars, wanting to move one to see what was written on the bottom of the jar.

I said to him: "This kind of jar is too rough. Don't bother with it. If you give it to others to sell haggis and pickles, others won't want it."

The fat man said: "Who said I care about this vat? Don't think you, Fat Grandpa, I have to keep it secret." He used a dagger to open the seal of a jar of wine, and a strange smell suddenly came out, saying whether it smelled good or not. , it doesn’t smell bad at all, but it’s quite enjoyable after smelling it too much, and I don’t know what kind of wine it is.

I have read about the wine stored in ancient tombs in many books, but this was the first time I saw it with my own eyes. At this time, I became curious and went over to take a look.

The wine is black and very pure. The water content in it has basically disappeared, leaving only half a tank. Anyone who knows wine knows that this is the characteristic of aged wine. This half tank is the essence of the wine. It is really tempting. Man, but no matter what, this thing has been stored for too long. I don’t know what the shelf life was back then.

I remember that the oldest wine in China was unearthed from an ancient tomb in the late Shang Dynasty in Henan in 1980. It is now in the Palace Museum and has a history of more than 3,000 years. I heard that the aroma of the wine immediately knocked over several people after they were poured. I know if these people drank at that time, otherwise they can learn from it.

The fat man dipped his knife into it and wanted to take a bite. I held him back and said, "You don't want your life. It's expired food. Be careful of food poisoning."

The fat man said: "You don't understand. The cellared wine will not go bad after being stored for thousands of years. I heard that you can live forever if you eat the wine from the thousand-year-old wine. Our ancestors fought back and forth, and some of them even went out for the wine." Yes, you’ll be fine if you try it, you’ll just have diarrhea at most.”

Before he finished speaking, Pan Zi came over and kicked the wine pond over with a kick, and the black wine and the wine pond under the jar were all scattered on the floor. A strong and strange fragrance suddenly hit my nostrils. The fat man was about to get angry when Pan Zi said to him: "Don't get angry yet. Can you look at what's in that wine can?"

The fat man and I turned around and saw that inside the wine tank, which was as black as mud, there were a lot of dark red floc, like fragments of inferior quilts. We often see this kind of stuff in waterlogged coffins.

The fat man fiddled with it with a dagger, and his expression changed. I leaned over to take a look, and my scalp immediately went numb. I felt a severe nausea and almost vomited.

Those red flocs were the corpse of a baby that had not been completely soaked. The flesh had completely melted into the wine, but the skin and bones were still there, so it formed a broken cotton-like mass.

Pan Zi looked at us who were stunned, squatted down and said: "This kind of wine is called 'Hericium Shao'.

This is not a human, this is a pre-term monkey. It is wine from Guangxi. It may be the wine from the Southern Song Dynasty as a tribute when the Jurchen Empire was still in its heyday. "As he spoke, he patted the fat man, picked up the ball of cotton wool with his dagger, and made a gesture of please: "I don't know if you can live forever, but I heard that it has a good aphrodisiac effect, so don't be polite. "

The fat man was so disgusted that he slapped it away with a knife, cursed his mother, and asked Pan Zi: "How do you know this so clearly? Have you ever drunk this damn wine?"

"I saw this kind of earthen jar in Nangong, Shanxi. At that time, Dakui and another of our guys took out a jar. I always thought it was inappropriate and didn't touch it, but they didn't care. I didn't notice until they drank it to the bottom. The thing below, Dakui stayed in the hospital for two months because of this matter." Speaking of Dakui, Pan Zi felt a little emotional: "I'm really good to you. If I have the intention to harm you, I'll wait for you to take a lick before kicking me. Scroll through the jars, you’ll find something good to look at.”

The fat man's face was twitching, he wanted to have an attack but had no excuse. He looked very funny.

At this time, the cold fireworks were extinguished one after another, and darkness came. We turned on the flashlight again, and the atmosphere around us suddenly became depressing.

After resting for a while and reopening the road, the fat man asked for his precious rifle back and cocked the gun again. This was actually a habitual action for people with guns to embolden themselves. He looked at the two tomb passages on both sides and asked softly: "Which way to go?"

We all made up our minds, and then Shunzi pointed to the left, "It's safer this way."

Normally Pan Zi and I would answer this kind of situation, but now Shunzi Yurou came up with a sentence, and Fatty was confused, "Why?"