Paranormal Investigation Notes

Chapter 28 Consultants
Lu Qingliang and He Wei were both very interested in Huang Weimin's invitation, so the matter was finalized.

After talking about all kinds of things, the atmosphere finally relaxed.Huang Weimin and Lu Qingliang also finished the bottle of wine.It wasn't until this moment that Huang Weimin suddenly realized: "Oh, why haven't you guys eaten? Why am I the only one eating?"

Huang Weimin almost ate half of a duck weighing four to five catties.In front of him, duck bones were almost piled up in a pile, and Lu Qingliang and He Wei didn't even move their chopsticks.

Before, I was fascinated by listening and thinking about things, and I didn't think about eating at all.Now that Huang Weimin mentioned it, both of them felt hungry.

"Eat and eat."

The two grabbed their chopsticks and went to eat duck.Huang Weimin said: "It's getting cold, I'll go warm it up."

After reheating the duck, they took steamed buns, and millet mung bean porridge, and the two finally had dinner.

Lu Qingliang didn't know what to eat, and his mind was still immersed in the previous story.On the contrary, He Wei had no other distractions and concentrated on dealing with the duck meat.

So Lu Qingliang saw that He Wei's expression became more serious and dignified.It seemed that she remembered something great.

Lu Qingliang put down his chopsticks and became serious.

"He Wei, what's wrong with you?"

He Wei put down her chopsticks, sat up straight, and looked at Lu Qingliang seriously.

"too delicious."

Lu Qingliang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"I said." He Wei almost stuttered: "It's so delicious."

"Duck?"

"Hmm." He Wei nodded seriously: "I think He Wei is in the gourmet world, and I know all the flavors and characteristics of all parts of the world, and they are all good. Whether it's grilled skewers in the northwest or roast goose in the south, all kinds of pasta and noodles, all kinds I know all kinds of soups. But now this fried duck tastes different from the ducks I have eaten in other places. It is delicious."

Unbelievably, Lu Qingliang picked up another piece of duck meat and savored it carefully.

Hmm...it's really delicious.

But I can't say where it is delicious.It seems a bit exaggerated to say that the taste is unrivaled in the world, and the duck meat is unique, right?
"You don't understand." He Wei shook her head: "How delicious is this duck? Only us gourmets can taste it. It has a very special aroma, which soaks into the meat and combines with the aroma of the meat. On top of the sauce, it was perfect. But I can't describe what the aroma is like."

There are some very special aromas that cannot be described unless you taste them yourself.For example, the fragrance of matsutake, a rare and precious food, is like this.

She looked at Huang Weimin: "Uncle Huang, how did this duck do it?"

Huang Weimin laughed heartily: "Haha, not only you guys say that, but other tourists also say that this duck is delicious. If you want to talk about this duck, it depends on Guilan's craftsmanship. Her family has a family that uses small fish and shrimp. , plus some sauce made of herbs, put it in when frying the duck, it will have this aroma.”

other tourists?

Lu Qingliang noticed these four words.

It seemed that the two of them were not the first to come to the door to eat ducks.It's no wonder that when I mentioned to Guilan that I wanted to eat duck, Guilan didn't doubt it at all and believed it immediately.

"delicious."

He Wei praised twice, and started to eat again.

Obviously, this duck meat has conquered her stomach.

He Wei was extremely satisfied with this meal.Finally finished eating, Huang Weimin locked the door, got into the car, and took the two of them to the mountain temple.

I stopped the car halfway, walked another section of the mountain road, and came to the temple.

The temple is built on the mountain, and there is a small river passing through it.A dirt road twists and turns and extends from the bottom of the mountain to here.

The temple is not big, just the size of a house.Pushing open the door, there are some melon and fruit tributes inside.

As Huang Weimin said, the statue of the mountain god enshrined here really has a strange appearance with a big head, thick hair, and a small body.It is exactly the same as the wood carving next to Huang Weimin's pig house, and it is seven or eight points similar to the one seized from Sun Yong's secret room.

Lu Qingliang looked at it carefully, and his mind seemed to wander back to that era hundreds of years ago.He Wei kept taking pictures with her mobile phone.

An idea, or speculation, has slowly formed in her mind.But it is still not perfect at this moment, and it needs to continue to think and organize.

Apart from the statues, there is nothing worth noting about this mountain temple.He Wei also didn't think about finding out the clues of the X organization through the believers of this mountain god, believers and the like.

Early investigations showed that those people were just ordinary villagers and ordinary believers.Worshiping mountain gods, praying for blessings and making wishes is more of a local custom, not even a belief, let alone a mysterious organization.

One thing that is relatively certain is that the mysterious X organization may have a relationship with the mountain god here, but with the passage of time, their formal organization must have been separated from this primitive belief and worship.

After seeing the mountain god, they returned to Huang Weimin's house and went to Huang Weimin's library.

This is an ordinary wing room, which was specially set aside as a library.

Although there are no good collection conditions, it can still be seen that Huang Weimin has done his best under the permitted conditions to preserve these books.For example, although there are many books, they are all neatly arranged, the wing room is spotless, and the books are covered with dust-proof and moisture-proof plastic sheets, etc.

"Folk customs and traditions don't mean that they have to be protected and continued."

Huang Weimin caressed these old books lightly, as if he was stroking a lover, and sighed: "The times are changing and developing, and it is normal for some things that cannot adapt to the times to be eliminated, and there is no need to make a certain successor or something like that." , specialized in learning this useless skill, and was offered up as a mascot.

I just feel that it is enough to record this kind of thing and let people know that there was such a thing in history.It's part of our culture after all, isn't it?
Culture, you can't just record those things that are successful and have practical significance.Without the foundation of those things that have been eliminated, how can we develop newer and better things later?Knowing how many old things we have eliminated, we can cherish new things more, right?

Just like the market in the village - 30 years ago, the surrounding ten miles and eight towns held a big market next to our village on the fifth, fifteenth, and 25th of the lunar new year. Everyone took advantage of that time to rush over the mountains and sell Things to buy.This custom has been recorded since more than 300 years ago.Of course it is gone now, the traffic is so convenient, you can just go to the county town to buy something if you want to buy something, who wants to go to the market?
But this custom can't be said to be meaningless, can it?Knowing how difficult it was to buy and sell things in the past, I cherish the current conditions and life even more. "

Huang Weimin was full of emotion.

Lu Qingliang saw a desk with a large stack of manuscripts, all of which were handwritten.

"Uncle Huang, this is?"

Huang Weimin waved his hand: "I sorted out our local history, customs, legends and so on, and wrote it into a manuscript, just for my own entertainment."

Undoubtedly, this is the painstaking work of Huang Weimin who has studied and summarized it for decades.It's definitely not as indifferent as he said.

"This... this is amazing." He Wei admired and asked, "Haven't you thought about publishing a book?"

"Who will read this thing? No publishing house gave it to me. A publishing house told me that I can publish the book at my own expense, but the family's conditions are not good. Guilan is already so tired, so I can't burden her any longer. Let’s not talk about this, what you want is the history, customs, and legends from the Ming Dynasty to the present, right? Wait a minute, I’ll sort it out for you.”

The two walked out of the house temporarily.He Wei thought for a while, then touched Lu Qingliang with her arm.

"Uncle Huang has helped us so much, should we try to help him?"

"How to help?"

"Aren't you the second generation rich? Isn't your family rich? Take some money and help Uncle Huang get the book out."

Lu Qingliang's family is a well-known rich man in a certain place, and he is also an authentic rich second generation. Everyone in the second operation team knows this.

Lu Qingliang's expression turned bitter: "It's enough to publish a book at your own expense up to 10 yuan, which is not much money. But you don't know that I joined this secret unit after I had a falling out with my family. My pocket money was cut off. Now I, like you, live on my salary. Alas, life is hard, where is the money? Or... let’s make it together? "

He Wei's face turned bitter: "Originally it was fine, but didn't I donate all the money to that Xiaofang before? I'm also poor, and I wanted to buy some matsutake mushrooms, but now I can only wait Let’s talk about it after the salary is paid.”

"Ugh."

Both of them sighed.

After a while, Lu Qingliang suddenly thought of something: "This is work for us, how can there be any reason to use our own money to pay for it? Don't we have enough funds? Report to the team leader and invite Uncle Huang to be our consultant? "

He Wei's eyes lit up: "That's right. I'll call the captain right away."

After a while, He Wei came back: "The captain agreed. The project can be outsourced, and you will report to the office to apply for funding later."

Lu Qingliang clenched his fists: "The 20 yuan fund is no problem, and I'm not sure if it's more."

"20? That's enough. Uncle Huang published the book at his own expense, so there's still a lot left. If you see Uncle Huang's achievements in exchange for money, his status at home...can improve a bit."

"By the way, He Wei, aren't you in the gourmet class? This duck is so delicious, you want to promote it? Post some videos in your circle or something. By then, more people will come to eat, and Aunt Guilan has made money. Uncle Huang can feel better too."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that. Okay, leave this to me. Let's pack a few ducks back in the afternoon, and I'll take a picture of the production process."

(End of this chapter)