The Plow

This plan started when Old Master Guan was alive.

Ling Shu didn't fully know until the moment before he lay down in this coffin.

Yue Dingtang did not lie to him.

The Guan family is indeed rich in heritage.

How rich is it?

Ling Shu has also seen wealthy people. Before the Ling family was run down, there were imported goods everywhere in the house. Father Ling is not a person who likes to collect antiques, but the Ling family has accumulated for several generations. There are also several enamel, porcelain, precious stones, clocks, gold cups and silver bowls. The cabinets played an important role in the complete decline of the Ling family. After Ling Yao sold them all to pay off their debts, they could squeeze out a little and send Ling Shu to study abroad.

But the Guan family's wealth is far more than that

The Guan family moved from Beijing to Tianjin, and then from Tianjin to the Northeast. They lost a lot of money and lost a lot. In addition to the management of various parties, before the death of Mr. Guan, there was only one or two tenths left.

Rao is so, the number is also amazing.

Mr. Guan spread out some curios of calligraphy and painting, let out rumors that he wanted to sell them, and asked those pawnshops to come to them and sell them one by one at a bidding price. The money he got was divided into six parts. , This is what the old man left behind after everyone opened the warehouse that day.

But the Guan family is much more than that.

The real essence, the treasures more precious than those gold, silver and jewels, were put together by Mr. Guan in two boxes. Since his lifetime, the contents of these two boxes have been taken away little by little under the eyes of his sons. It was transported out and hidden in the Guanyin Temple near the ancestral tomb.

That temple is very remote, and the incense in the temple is almost all worshiped by the Guan family. It is clear how many leaves the branch has.

These small cloth bags in the coffin are the last things that need to be shipped out.

After knowing the inside story, Ling Shu took the initiative to step into this muddy pit, taking advantage of He's death, to help Lao Yuan bring out the things, and three days later, to help Lao Yuan send them out together.

to where?

Send Fengtian City, pass Jinzhou, go to Beijing, and then...

Thinking of this, Ling Shu couldn't help coughing in a low voice.

Such a long distance, almost across most of China, how to ensure that they are intact?

Lao Yuan couldn't hear him coughing all the time, as if he wanted to cough up all the leaves of his lungs.

"That hair hurt you a lot, right? Come on, take a sip, it will make you feel better."

As he spoke, Lao Yuan handed over the pipe.

Ling Shu angrily pushed away.

"I was at Ivanov's place, and I heard him tell Zhen Congyun that the pagoda left by Mr. Guan to Yue Dingtang contained a secret from the former Qing Dynasty. Leaving clues to the treasure, in case the future generations are not stable and driven out of the Central Plains, this treasure can make them make a comeback..."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Yuan was out of breath from laughing.

"This rumor was conceived by the old man and me. It was spread out pretending to be secret, in order to distract other people's attention and prevent them from focusing on me. Does anyone really believe it? Hahaha!"

"Oh, so they all focused on the pagoda, and Yue Dingtang was almost killed by Ivanov. Did you expect that?"

Old Yuan turned his head and saw Ling Shu staring at him expressionlessly.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, you make me look like a murderer! At first, we thought that the Yue family would send Yue Er Er over. After all, he has a better relationship with the Japanese, but we didn't expect the third elder to come, and The pagoda is only used to attract the attention of others. At most, the unfilial sons of the Guan family will snatch it for the pagoda. I really did not expect Ivanov to come out! But in my opinion, Yue That kid Dingtang is very cunning, he deliberately told you where the key to the stupa is, isn’t it just to watch you do it? He doesn’t even trust you completely, and he will definitely have someone behind him, so you don’t have to worry too much .”

Ling Shu didn't speak.

He fumbled in his pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes.

"Borrow a fire."

Old Yuan was happy: "It's not bad luck for you to put the cigarette in the coffin and spend a long time with the dead!"

Ling Shu gave him a white look: "I've been lying with the dead for an hour, and now I'm sitting next to you, don't you think it's unlucky? You're half-dead and I carried you away for an hour, why don't I think it's unlucky?"

Old Yuan: "That's right, I can't beat you!"

Ling Shu: "Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about the pagoda, the secret is fake, and the treasure is also fake?"

Lao Yuan: "Of course it's a fake! Whether the country can be stabilized depends entirely on people. If the future generations are not up to date, it's useless to give gold and silver? What's more, it's not about the land rich people dividing the family property, people are useless, Eating and drinking is a matter of a lifetime. Being the descendant of the emperor is not up to date, and his head will disappear in minutes. Look at the current master, who was kidnapped to the northeast to be a puppet. Let alone give him gold and silver, just give him what he wants. Isn’t it all the Japanese who robbed all the treasures?”

Ling Shu hadn't smoked for a long time, and at first he coughed a few puffs, but gradually he regained the original feeling.

Yue Dingtang is a smoker, but he is not. In the past, he only took a few sips occasionally, and he was not addicted.

Now the chest is tight and painful, and I really need a puff of cigarettes to relieve and refresh myself.

Taking a deep breath, the two took turns puffing and puffing.

The outline of the figure that appeared vaguely in the smoke was blown away by him in a flash.

Old Yuan: "Have you figured out what the origin of that foreign devil is?"

Ling Shu: "He is so close to Guan Laosi, you didn't know it, why did you come to ask me?"

Lao Yuan: "It's not like you don't know who Guan Lao Si is. The foreign devils are fond of him and make him so ecstatic. I'm busy helping the old man hide and move things. How can I have time to think about him? That's Yi In case someone who is not of my race gets into a heated fight with the fourth child, he does not look like a good person!"

Ling Shu: "Ivanov. He claims to be a descendant of the tsarist queen, and works under the King De. Zhen Congyun is fascinated by his little white face, and is led by his nose. He is not at all like the city I know. Miss Zhen is very scheming."

Old Yuan smirked: "You are also a jerk, and you still call other jerks!"

Ling Shu: "Then why didn't I see Zhen Congyun being led by the nose?"

Old Yuan: "Aren't you being led by the nose by Yue Dingtang? That's not the same."

Ling Shu: ...

Lao Yuan: "Why don't you talk? Then talk about Ivanov! Oh, that's enough, I said something wrong, you are not a badass, Yue Dingtang is a badass, okay?"

Ling Shu sneered, isn't that still cursing him around the corner?

Seeing that Ling Shu refused to speak, Lao Yuan pondered over there by himself.

"King De is flirting with the Japanese now, and they are fighting fiercely, but he even sent Ivanov over in private to steal the stupa and didn't want to go through the Japanese. Obviously, he also has his own little thoughts. Can we use it here? Letting them bite dogs will make our affairs run more smoothly?"

Ling Shu couldn't help reminding him: "Don't be so smart! In my opinion, Ivanov might have betrayed King De this time. He doesn't know which side he's on, and that Zhen Congyun, Although she is willing to elope with Ivanov, she is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, you should honestly follow the original plan, safety is the most important thing!"

pat.

There was a drop of water on the back of the hand.

Lao Yuan looked up, the sky was even gloomy than before, with several layers of clouds, and a heavy rainstorm was about to happen.

Without further ado, the two stubbed out the cigarette, quickly packed up their things, and put the cloth bags in a shelter from the rain. Lao Yuan took off his coat to wrap them up, picked up a shovel, and filled them with soil.

Ling Shu muttered something while filling it out.

"It was not intentional to step on your breastbone just now. It was Lao Yuan who refused to give me a hand. It was not my fault that you came to steal the pagoda in the middle of the night and you were killed. If you can turn into a ghost and kill Ivano If my husband bites him to death, that would be credit to the country. As for Lao Yuan, don't kill him, just bite him a few bites..."

Lao Yuan glared at him fiercely, and couldn't help splashing the soil from the shovel on Ling Shu's hand.

"Screw you!"

In the end, the two inevitably got caught in the rain.

As soon as the soil was almost filled, the rain began to fall, and it took only a moment from the big raindrops to the pouring rain.

That's all for Lao Yuan, he is still in good health, but Ling Shu is not very good, the night they stayed in Guanyin Temple, he started to have a high fever, his face was not red, but his temperature was frighteningly hot.

Lao Yuan didn't expect his body to have deteriorated like this, so he was shocked, thinking about carrying him down the mountain to see a doctor, but with Lingshu's situation, he was going down the mountain in the rain, and he was afraid that the situation would be even worse.

"Hold on, old brother will go down the mountain to find the doctor, and Jie will also bring the doctor here for you!"

Lao Yuan piled as much firewood as he could on the fire next to Lingshu, so that the fire could burn longer and more vigorously, and he tore off the altar tablecloth from the temple and wrapped it around the person.

Ling Shu was already a little dizzy from the heat, and he had just drank half a bowl of boiled rainwater, and his lips were a little chapped.

He half opened his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he opened and closed his lips, but he didn't make a sound.

Lao Yuan had no choice but to turn around and plunge into the heavy rain.

The Guanyin Temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and no matter how tightly the doors and windows are closed, there will be air leakage from all sides.

Lingshu's mind is wandering between awakening and awakening, and people seem to have wandered around in the underworld and the world. Shu felt as if his body was wrapped in flames, struggling hard and unable to escape.

If it was placed a few years ago, he was transitioning between being injured and about to be injured every day and night, and his tolerance would be higher. But now after several years of comfortable life, his body has become delicate, but he can't stand it. Once broken, he would fall ill every now and then. Ling Shu hated being so weak, but there was nothing he could do.

He was drawn involuntarily, and his eyes were in a trance, as if reflecting the compassionate face of Guanyin above his head, but it was fleeting, and the sky was spinning, and he seemed to see thousands of troops marching slowly towards him.

Those people were armed with rifles and bayonets, or were scarred. There were undead enemies in the past, and there were comrades who fell in the middle of the year. There are too many memories buried in this land. He didn't want to come back, but he couldn't help it.

Can't think about it.

Read it together, and the past will be overwhelmed in an instant like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

Footsteps approached.

One step, another step.

The fire was blown crooked by the wind from the hem of the clothes, but it didn't go out.

Ling Shu was muttering to himself.

He is talking.

The visitor bent down to get closer, trying to hear what he was saying.

Can't hear you, come closer.

a little closer.

Finally heard it.

What Ling Shu said was: I'm sorry.

The person who came was unknown, but it did not prevent him from making the next move.

Ling Shu was pushed awake, dazed and didn't even fully open his eyes.

a gun.

The muzzle of the gun rested on his forehead.

The tone of the visitor was as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Get up, Mr. Ling."