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The people beside Ye Qing looked puzzled. They looked down for a long time. When they looked up, they still looked puzzled.

Ye Qing squatted down, and his figure was mostly blocked by the tea trees behind him.

Liu Miao said, "Bring a shovel."

"What?" The expressions of those people changed from puzzlement to confusion.

Liu Miao ran with the DV in his hand, and the camera shook, bypassing a row of tea trees and coming to the passage on Ye Qing's side.

Ye Qing reached out and held the soil. It can be seen that this piece of soil is particularly soft.

The sound outside the screen was slightly chaotic.

Manager Yang rushed over and asked what happened.

Liu Miao's voice, Wu Ling's voice...

None of these affected Ye Qing's movements.

After a while, Ye Qing's movements suddenly paused, and he stopped digging the soil, but swept away the soil under his fingers. A gray thing emerged from the soil, which looked like a stone.

Ye Qing's movements paused for a moment, and he soon continued to dig the soil. Along the stone, he dug up the surrounding soil bit by bit, showing the full picture of the thing.

When Ye Qing took the thing out of the mud, the surrounding discussions stopped.

It was a Buddha head, a typical Buddha head, with the characteristics of most stone Buddha heads, with a bun with a water wave pattern on the head, a square face, big ears, big earlobes, thin eyes, a straight nose and slightly upturned lips, and a kind expression.

The Buddha head was very complete, but the cut at the broken neck was not neat, and it looked like it was successfully removed by a sharp weapon after several hits.

It was obviously a stone sculpture, but when you see the broken neck, it always makes people feel shocked.

The middle-aged man stuttered: "This... this is... what is this?"

"It's a Buddha head." Wu Ling said.

The middle-aged man said "ah" and "ah" several times, "Yes, it's fake, right? It should be fake, right?"

His voice was full of expectation.

"It doesn't look like it. This shape should be a Buddha statue from three or four hundred years ago." Wu Ling's voice was still calm.

Her voice was as steady as Ye Qing's hand holding the Buddha head and Liu Miao's hand holding the DV.

"Three or four hundred years?!" Manager Yang's voice completely changed.

People around whispered.

With this history, plus the typical shape of "Buddha's head", this stone is undoubtedly an important cultural relic.

"Manager Yang, do you know how this thing was buried in your tea garden?" Wu Ling turned around and asked.

This question made Manager Yang's legs go weak and lean on an employee next to him.

The old tea farmer next to Manager Yang widened his eyes and trembled all over.

Manager Yang suddenly stared at the old tea farmer, "Zhou Sihai!"

The old tea farmer shuddered, his legs also went weak, but he knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed to the Buddha's head repeatedly.

"Master, Master, spare me! Please spare me! I don't know! I really don't know!"

This reaction is too big.

Liu Miao said "Huh".

Manager Yang, who was accusing him, also stopped talking.

"What do you know?" Ye Qing turned around and faced the old tea farmer.

The old tea farmer was so scared that he started crying, "I don't know, I really don't know... I heard it from my father... My father can't explain it clearly, he died a long time ago."

"Did your family steal the Buddha head? Where did you steal it from? No, no, we are not talking about this now... Call the police! Call the police first!" Manager Yang looked at the people from Qingye, his cheeks and jaw kept moving, probably grinding his teeth.

If there were no people from Qingye here and found the Buddha head, Manager Yang should have easily suppressed the matter and smoothed it over.

Manager Yang glared at the old tea farmer again.

The old tea farmer stood up and waved his hands hurriedly, "It wasn't stolen by my family! My father has nothing to do with this! Everyone, everyone in the county will be in trouble! It's not just our family!"

He kowtowed and cried again.

"Mr. Zhou, right? Don't worry. Can you tell me what happened? What did your father say to you?" Wu Ling said in a gentle tone, without any intention of pursuing or accusing.

The old tea farmer wiped his tears and snot, looked at the Buddha head carefully, and didn't answer for a while.

Manager Yang was already pointing at him and cursing, "Why don't you tell me now! The reporter is asking you! Tell me now!"

"I, I'm not very clear either... My father said that we are all sorry to them, to those monks. Those monks will come to settle accounts with us sooner or later... I really don't know. He said that when he died. When he said that, his mind was confused. He kept saying that for several days. I really don't know what's going on." The old tea farmer almost swore to the sky.

Manager Yang was a little confused, "What?"

The old tea farmer kept repeating those words. He looked very scared and became a little incoherent at the end.

"Manager Yang, can you ask a few old people here? It seems that there is a story behind this." Wu Ling said, "For the time being, we will keep the Buddha head together. Do you think this is okay?"

Manager Yang's expression changed again and again, and finally he forced a smile and agreed.

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On March 22, 2009, he asked the people of Qingchazhuang about the situation. Audio file 05420090322.wav.

…Rustle…

“Hello, Mr. Wang?”

“Hey…Hello, Manager Yang. Hello, you guys…”

"Mr. Wang, don't be nervous. We are reporters and want to ask about the history of Qingcha Village. Have you heard any rumors about the monks?"

"What?"

"Monk, has anyone told you about Monk? Did your parents, your grandfather's generation, ever tell you?"

"Well, no, no. Manager Yang, my family is all tea pickers, no one is a monk."

……rustle……

"...You mean, that temple?"

"It's not that temple, it was something earlier."

"Earlier...earlier there were no temples and no monks here."

……rustle……

"Huh... Guys, let's take a rest first? It's already dinner time. We are famous for tea here, and there are several dishes made with tea..."

"Manager Yang, we want to know that story as soon as possible."

"That may be because Zhou Hai's father was confused before his death."

"What does Mr. Zhou's father do?"

"Huh? He's a tea farmer. His family has been in our Tongren family for several generations."

"That's it. Can I ask if there are any other craftsmen here? They have been doing crafts for a long time, and now there may not be families who have passed it down."

"Well... let me help you find out."

"Excuse me, Manager Yang."

Da, da, da, da...

Click! Squeak—bang.

"Ling, do you think this Buddha statue was made by people here and is it still here?"

"This is the most likely possibility."

"Um...Boss, did he look for you? Did he point you in the direction? We have found his head. If he points the way, we can send him back."

"No. It only has a little bit of residual thought left, so it shouldn't be possible to give complicated instructions."