Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

villa.

Ji Dong stood in the middle of the recording equipment and was stunned for a while.

The live broadcast of this meeting has ended, and he is not worried about being photographed.

Then, he walked over and turned off the recording equipment.

As soon as he turned off the device, Ji Dong began to recall what happened just now.

When he left just now, Huo Qubing had a conversation with him.

In this part, he deliberately concealed it.

At that time, Huo Qubing looked at him and asked, "Sir, is it also a dream?"

Huo Qubing didn't seem to care about his answer, but continued: "Huo Qubing doesn't believe it."

"You came here after a thousand years. Huo Qubing had nothing to give, so he gave Mr. a jar of wine."

"The wine that has been hidden for thousands of years is probably delicious."

Then he gave an address.

Coincidentally, that address was near his recording location.

Lin Yi smiled, not knowing whether he was excited or helpless.

He walked out of the recording studio and found a shovel from the warehouse of the villa.

He took the shovel he brought from the warehouse of the villa, and according to what Huo Qubing said, with a flashlight, he went to the hill not far from the villa to look for the altar that spanned thousands of years and was given to him as a gift.

"Sir, Huo Qubing will plant a tree on that altar of wine, sir, don't make a mistake."

Huo Qubing's voice was still in Lin Yi's ears.

Facing the cold evening wind, he walked to the next hill.

The small slope that Huo Qubing mentioned has now turned into a hill.

The hills were already covered with trees.

There are all kinds of pear trees and ginkgo trees, but there seems to be no peach trees.

Ji Dong flashlighted, crying and laughing while searching.

Fortunately, no one came to this place, otherwise if someone saw him, they would think he was here to bury the corpse.

At night, when everyone else was sleeping, he was the only one digging a hole here.

I don't know if the hill has been burned. Lin Yi searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the peach tree that Huo Qubing mentioned.

After searching for a long time, he was a little tired, so he sat down next to a withered tree to rest.

The cold wind blows away the heat from his body, which is very comfortable.

"Peach trees, where are there any peach trees in this place?"

"A thousand-year-old peach tree, can a tree live that long?"

Ji Dong lit up the flashlight casually. He searched for every tree on the hill, but he didn't find any trace left by Huo Qubing.

That's right, it's been a thousand years, and this trace must have been wiped away.

Without any trace, even if he knew the location, he couldn't find the jar of wine.

Ji Dong stood up, about to give up and go back, but when he got up, he suddenly remembered.

In this forest, he has a tree, which he has never looked at!
That was behind him, this dead tree with only a stump left!

Ji Dong took a few steps back and shone the flashlight on the dead tree.

The bark on the outside of the dead tree is very dry, and it looks like it has been dead for a long time.

He walked over and groped for it with his hand.

When he touched a bulge, he froze for a moment and shone the flashlight on it.

The tree has completely stopped growing because it has dried out completely.

Therefore, this tree, which is estimated to have grown for a hundred years, has always retained the appearance of a hundred-year-old tree.

It was precisely because of this that he vaguely saw a positively engraved "Huo" on the protruding bark! !
Huo Qubing is arrogant and arrogant, and he doesn't like to inscribe his name.

Lin Yi looked at the words on it, thinking of Huo Qubing peeling off the bark and planting a tree, he was very moved.

He smiled, with a bit of loneliness that couldn't be resolved.

"It's hard for you to send me this gift."

Ji Dong put down the flashlight and started digging without stopping.

After digging for a while, he found a yellow box more than one meter underground.

He took the box up, filled it with soil, and then returned to the villa with the box in his arms.

Although the top of the box is covered with dirt, it can be seen that the box is made of gold!

Gold is resistant to corrosion, so this box can survive thousands of years and is still well preserved.

Ji Dong carefully looked at the box. The box was very well sealed, and the gaps were specially sealed with wax oil and the like.

There is no lock on the mouth of the box, but it cannot be opened by hand.

Ji Dong took the box and drove home quickly.

When he got home, he took the box back to his study and fetched another basin of water.

After wiping the box clean with a damp cloth, he took the bamboo knife he used to open the rice paper, and opened the box bit by bit under the lamp.

Ji Dong's movements were extremely careful.

After all, this is a gift from his friend thousands of years ago, across time barriers.

As time passed, Ji Dong removed the last bit of wax seal.

He looked at the box, rubbed his neck and smiled wryly.

The little general did a good job of sealing this.

Ji Dong cleaned up the table, then put the box on the table, and opened it slowly.

A trace of air from the Western Han Dynasty thousands of years ago flowed into Lin Yi's nose.

It was an extremely vicissitudes, but fresh breath.

Ji Dong opened the box, and there was a bottle of wine and a letter in the box.

The letter was made of brocade, so it wasn't damaged much.

It's just that when it comes into contact with the air, the color becomes somewhat dimmed.

Ji Dong opened the brocade cloth.

The above is sharp and simple seal script.

"gentlemen."

"When I write this letter to you, it seems that I have reached the end of my husband's words."

"But until now, Huo Qubing still doesn't believe in fate. If he did, wouldn't it appear that what I said in front of my husband was very stupid? This is too embarrassing."

"After I came back from Mobei, I was in poor health, but I feel better recently."

"Your Majesty is also preparing to go north. If my health is better, Huo Qubing will still go to the battlefield."

"If it is, it will be recorded in later history books that Huo Qubing passed away on the battlefield, and it can be regarded as my unyielding victory."

"I brewed this pot of wine according to what General Qi said at the time, and I haven't drunk it before. After drinking it, sir, tell me if it's good or not."

"Now, if you think about it again, sir, your face is already a bit blurred."

"Perhaps, as Mr. said, all this is just a dream of Huo Qubing."

"However, I still wish you well, sir."

"Thousands of years ago, Han, Huo Qubing."

Lin Yi looked at the words on the brocade book and remained silent for a long time.

Then he put down the brocade book, brought a cup, poured a cup, and drank it.

The wine-making technology thousands of years ago was not good, not to mention that after so many years, the taste of this wine is like water, with a hint of sourness.

Lin Yi smiled and looked in the direction of Huo Qubing's tomb, and said with a smile: "Little General, I have received the wine."

"taste good."

Ji Dong didn't feel sad or sad.

However, looking at the things that Huo Qubing sent over the millennium, I was extremely moved.

Perhaps, one day, when he is free, he will return to West Han Dynasty again.

Back to Huo Qubing.

At that time, I hope that this little general who has forgotten his face will still think of him.