.In order to help the penguin find the lost memories, we came to the hinterland of the 100,000 mountains, called Banai, Siberia in Guangxi. Small words version

I always think that the plot of losing memory and searching for memory is unlikely to be born in reality, so at first I still feel a little strange. The past of others may be ordinary, but the story behind the Bottle of Mud should be different. Just like reading a suspense novel and participating in it, I feel a little nervous and excited.

Men Oil Bottle is as quiet as ever. I am as taciturn as he is. I am not sure whether there will be any ordinary people's entanglement in the hearts of people like him. At least the patience he showed makes me admire. I have also had some hesitation to help him find the past, which is equivalent to pulling him back from the current peace. I don't know whether it is a good or a bad thing.

The process of entering the mountain will not be repeated. We found the high-rise building where Monoyoubok used to live in according to the clues given to us by Brother Chu, and an iron box appeared in the secret lattice under the dilapidated bed. Then a series of things arose. Someone actually wanted to pull the iron box away from the floor of the high-rise building, so we found it in time, but the man was obviously very familiar with the environment of the village and quickly fled into the small road in the village.

Just before we could understand what we had just given birth, the buckle of the ancient iron box that the fat man was holding broke and fell to the ground and flipped open.

Things happened so quickly that the three of them didn't react. The box was already on the ground. The lid was wide open, and a fist-sized thing rolled out from it and frozen at the fat man's feet.

Menyouboil said before that he had some vague memories of this box and that the things in the box might be very dangerous, so we should never open them. So as soon as the box fell to the ground, I subconsciously raised my hand and shrank my waist to make a defensive move.

The fat man didn't have time to react more, so he just shrank his neck and both of us were fixed there and dared not move.

I originally thought it would explode and didn't have time to think more about everything was conditioned reflex, but I gritted my teeth and shrank my neck for a few seconds but nothing happened. There was no explosion or hidden weapon flying over.

I carefully opened my eyes and looked at the fat man’s fallen foot as if a piece of wood was covered with lumps. I had never seen it before, but it seemed not a dangerous thing. The fat man gradually relaxed and walked away for a few steps. I slowly put down my palms and felt strange: Could it be that the oil bottle was remembered wrongly? Or was it because the time was too long that the shelf life was gone and there was no danger?

He didn't have any special expression when he looked at the Mon Oil Bottle, but he was obviously shocked.

It's like a firecracker that is silent, no one dares to see what's going on at the first time. We were frozen for a moment and just now, the fat man who was so brave that he had just sweared over. I also saw that the thing was a bit like a gourd, probably as big as a wide-mouth cup, and there were some pussy-like bumps on the surface. It felt like the skin of a toad made people feel very uncomfortable. After careful look, I found that the pussy of the skin of the "gourd" was mixed with metal rust, which turned out to be iron.

The fat man wanted to use his hand to get the oil bottle and stopped him from folding a pumpkin leaf from the side to wrap the "iron gourd" and pick it up.

Judging from the feeling of his "gourd" he took, it was indeed iron and the weight was not light. Those iron lumps seemed to have been corroded by strong acid or were caught in large quantities of bubbles. Red and yellow pus spots were traces of rust. This thing is a gourd-shaped iron lump, but you can see some ancient patterns on it. It is vague to feel that this is an antique.

The fat man looked at it and wondered, "What's the thing? Is it an ancient grenade like a cannonball?"

I immediately shook my head: "Don't talk nonsense about putting the grenade under the bed?"

The firearms in the Ming Dynasty were already very lethal. I have handled some of them, but they all took out the filling - that is, there was no gunpowder - (no one can trade a solid one, which is equivalent to trading arms). These firearms were firstly Fujian fishermen came from the sea and were exchanged for antique commercial daily necessities. But the iron lumps were not like seafood, so they should not be firearms. What's more, what if they bury this thing under the bed and explode when the sky was dry? The oil bottle would never do such a careless thing.

The oil bottle sniffed and shook his head. I asked him if the danger was still there just now? He didn't say anything but looked at the iron gourd with a strange look and paused for a while, saying, "This thing has only one layer of skin, the real thing that is iron wrapped in the iron sheet."

I was stunned for a moment: "How can I see it?"

The oil bottle said: "The weight is too light."

The fat man said in surprise: "Can you fucking weigh it?"

This is not surprising. Most people who are familiar with antiques must practice this kind of craftsmanship. Those who have weighed pure iron or made molds will know that the weight of an iron is different from the expectations of ordinary people. The iron block size of a pencil case is different. The strength of an average person cannot hold it up with two fingers.

I said to the fat man: "Your basic skills in becoming a monk halfway through are not good, like the skills you have at hand, we have to practice more or less a few families."

The fat man spat: "Master, why do I spend so much time practicing this? How much does it cost to buy an electronic scale?"

I made a contemptuous expression and asked Man Youping, "What should I keep in the iron sheet? Do you have any thoughts or impressions?"

The fat man shook his head and said, "In the past, there was a kind of iron bag and gold transport when the gold nuggets were transported, and the iron sheet on the outside was not conspicuous, but the iron sheet of this thing seemed to be cast and the weight was lighter, so it was definitely not gold inside."

I have never heard of "Iron Baojin" this. I only know that there is a Tibetan mastiff called Iron Baojin. I have one that was not suitable for the environment and could not be raised. Later, I was kicked to death by the cow in the village. I don't know if it was a slander or he had seen it.

What I care about is that since the blurred pattern on it has patterns, then at least this thing has a decorative function, it will not be a simple casting. It must have a real purpose.

"Can it be a part of an iron tool?" The fat man said again, "For example, the feet of an iron incense burner or the decorations on the wheels of the previous car?"

I thought to myself that it is possible that I don’t have a deep understanding of iron tools. Iron tools are prone to rust and are difficult to preserve in ancient tombs, so it is far less circulated on the market than bronze and porcelain. The value of iron tools is generally not high, so most people who make antiques are not familiar with me. I really have no clue at all.

However, since it is an antique and is hidden under the bed of the Duoyou Bottle, the origin of this thing must be related to what he experienced in this village.

I remembered the fat man’s thoughts yesterday and there was a speculation in my mind that the fat man said there might be an ancient tomb near Yangjiao Mountain. The story might be like this: Menyoubottle might have been in Wenjin’s archaeological team that year, this “gourd” might have been something they brought out of that ancient tomb. But for some reason, the guy hid the “gourd” otherwise it would be difficult to explain its origin.

The fat man frowned: "I also guessed that's how it was. The guy hid the things back then, obviously he was guarding against what the situation at that time might be very complicated."

Beware of the situation, there must be hostility, which means that the archaeological team’s birth here will not be as simple as Agui said.

The three of them were silent for a moment. I felt a little comfortable and a little depressed and happy. The information I got here was much more than I thought. The feeling was that these information could only roughly outline the general appearance of "an event" and could not touch the details.

Wen Jin appears here. Agui is only seventeen or eighteen years old in the photo. Now Agui must be in his early forties. So it happened more than 20 years ago. At that time, it happened before and after the Xisha incident. Wen Jin appears here not long before the Xisha incident - they went to Xisha after they left here - I didn't see other people in the photo. Whether Wen Jin came here with another team or with the Xisha archaeological team.

Menyoubottle was tied up by a Vietnamese here and became Akun. It should be five or six years ago. A fifteen years were apart. What was he doing in the past fifteen years? I feel that there is a problem. With his skills, those Vietnamese must be no opponents. Even if the other party has a gun, I want to escape. Why are they tied up as piglets? Could it be that he designed the meeting with Chenpi A Si? These are all questions.

"Will the person who stole our stuff just now have something to do with this matter?" The fat man asked in the direction where the man disappeared.

When I remembered this, I asked them, "Have you seen his face clearly just now?"

"That guy ran faster than a rabbit, let alone his face. He didn't even see his butt clearly. Only when he saw this man's unkempt and dirty figure was almost the same as you did, he disappeared."

I thought to myself who is this person? We will basically not attract attention when we come here. Is this a thief who simply follows us or an insider? This surprised me a little bit by being followed by a shadow. If he is not a simple thief, he must be related to this matter. Then our current situation is a bit bad and we have to close the door and sleep at night.

"Let's ask Agui what he knows like a madman." The fat man said, "What should we do now? We can't do anything about this iron gourd, and then we can find a blacksmith to see if it can melt a part of it."

I don't think the wisdom of the working people is infinite. I know there is a way to treat it using sulfuric acid to dissolve the iron shell thinner bit by bit. Look at these rotten iron lumps, probably someone has done this, but for some reason, it stopped.

Maybe the person who did this is the oil bottle. I have a feeling that he was in danger of this thing. Maybe it was because he suddenly showed some dangerous signs when he dissolved the iron seal. He was very, very deeply impressed him and stopped his homework immediately. Although he forgot everything, the impression was still in his mind, which made him feel uneasy.

Of course this is a complete speculation. Even if I feel that it is very possible.

The fat man was eager to try: "It's easy to deal with sulfuric acid. I need a little to go to the fertilizer station."

I thought to myself that thing should not be moved easily, and told him that I could take it to Agui to think about it carefully and let the Guai Bottle take a closer look.

The oil bottle put the iron gourd back into the iron box and flipped the lid on it. The fat man immediately picked it up: "I have gained something today. Now I have to watch it close to you. You guys quickly go in and look through the daughter and wait and come back. Hurry up the time."

I remembered the photo that Brother Chu told me and I hadn't seen yet. I thought it was the main thing, so I immediately got up and walked towards the window.
Chapter completed!