Mountains and seas can be flat

Fang Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and stood there thoughtfully.He himself had a drop-shaped mark on his waist.Fang Zheng rolled his eyes, smiled, and said casually: "Interesting, what do you mean, people with patterns, especially those with better patterns, such as teardrops—is there anything special about such people? "

Several jade supervisors said: "I have never seen a particularly good pattern. My kind of whole body is scattered. In the words of the elders, it means, be smarter? Do things smarter? I will think about it first if there is any way to survive."

Such a person will have slightly stronger trust and popularity among the ethnic group than ordinary people.First, there are superstitious psychological hints, resources are tilted, and their own qualifications are not bad, and gradually they become small bosses. These few all stand out from the jade workers.Nature and nurture complement each other.Let the "excellent tradition" continue.

Another jade supervisor said: "My father's uncle has five pieces on his body, and the elders trust him very much. As expected, he is very strong and can lift a tiger with his bare hands."

Zifeng looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously: "Brother Zheng, are you—"

Fang Zheng quickly pulled Zifeng to stop him from speaking.There was a reddish patch behind Zifeng's ears, obviously he thought of something else when he recalled the drop-shaped mark on Fang Zheng's back just now.Fang Zheng suddenly recalled the feeling of sore waist and numb legs, and couldn't help but secretly twisted Zifeng's arm as if venting his anger.

Zifeng's eyes are full of grievances and pitiful eyes, he knows the taste by eating marrow, so blame him?

Of course, Fang Zheng wouldn't tell his secret so easily, let's collect more information for a while.

The jade supervisor took them to the interior of the jade mining area, and the passage extended from the foot of the mountain to the hinterland of the mountain.The cave walls are covered with gouges from mining.There are countless snow white spar piled up on the ground.

"Where did you find the Huaxu jade carving?" Fang Zheng asked again.

"In the biggest jade pit. In front." The jade supervisor spoke and they had already reached the depths.This jade mine pit is as big as two basketball courts in later generations, but now the periphery has been closed, and the area is separated by trees and vines. "Master Kang will lead the team in person every year, and he will allow us to continue digging when he is there. We have dug up a lot in the past. In recent years, there are basically no new engravings. Most of them are from the former Tu Shan family. found it in time."

Fang Zheng followed them and sat at a stone table outside the vines. There were several piles of mashed vegetable cakes on the table, which can be regarded as something that can fill the stomach among ordinary people.But the barren products seem to be far inferior to the vegetables, fruits and meats of Qinglongling.

"I just finished eating wolf meat yesterday, so I can't entertain Patriarch Fang anymore."

"I can hunt wolves, very capable, do you have anything else for meat?"

"Sometimes I catch some wild foxes or gerbils. Yang Lun will exchange some fish and dolphin (pig) meat. But we don't want to exchange more, it's expensive and can't fill our stomachs, so we might as well exchange Diliang (sorghum) and wild rice .” The overseer shrugged.

Fang Zheng said again: "I see that there is such a large meadow next to you, which is very suitable for domesticating cattle and sheep?"

The two jade workers looked puzzled: "What kind of cattle and sheep? If you can't catch them, you will raise them?"

Fang Zheng then talked to them about driving the bison into the Qinglongling valley for domestication, and they were amazed. "Patriarch Fang is a strange person. I see that you may not be right on the jade carving. It's a pity that we have never encountered bison and sheep here. The stone desert and barren mountains are too big. Even if they pass by, we don't know Bar."

Fang Zheng thought of smearing ore powder on the arrows in the dungeon, the application of magnets, the records of the habits of ancient creatures, and the great secrets revealed by the old man's chanting, all of which showed the advancement of Huaxu people's civilization and wisdom.From the information Fang Zheng obtained from Jianmu, he speculated that there was a cruel and huge war between the Huaxu people and the dragon beasts.They can even capture dragon beasts, use imams to eat them up, and blend dragon beasts with various animals and even human blood, and have done many crazy experiments, and many ancient monsters have been born... just like fire players Self-immolation is a must, and in the end the Huaxu people are also exterminated, and it is very likely that they were gnawed clean by ants.

"Do you know what was written on those jade carvings?" Fang Zheng asked again.

"Patriarch Fang's words are really... If we know, how can we stay here. It's better not to know." There is a deep and tacit sense of staying away from what they said.Fang Zheng thought of the old people who were tortured in the dungeon. These people were very sober and wise.

Fang Zheng decided to get closer to the core of the secret, "I heard that Peng Meng found a young son of the descendants of the Ku family and brought Yang Lun back. Does he also have patterns on his body?"

Several jade supervisors had subtle expressions, "Why does the Fang clan leader even know this—" They looked around and ordered the others to go far away and be on guard, "That man has a few leaf-shaped lines on his shoulders, and the elders said they are also very good. Sign. When we were young, we heard that man sing the story and ballad on the jade carving board. Later, he entered Yanglun and there was no news. Every once in a while, when the caravan came, he conveyed the meaning of Wu Ling. We heard it so familiarly, guess He may have been ... but we dare not ask and talk about it."

Xia Zhongkang and Pang Meng thought this was a secret they had only grasped, but it turned out that the jade workers in the Hongshan mining area knew it well.

"What's the legend about this pattern? It's very interesting." Fang Zheng wanted to pretend to be indifferent, but the other party was also smart enough. Yugong blinked and said cautiously: "Patriarch Fang is very concerned about this. Have you ever met someone with this characteristic? ?”

"That's all." Fang Zheng and Zifeng looked at each other, and then solemnly said, "Let me be clear, I heard it for the first time today, so I was very surprised... Ask more, because I'm afraid of making mistakes. To tell you the truth—— But it may be a coincidence, I happen to have such a...well, the teardrop shape you mentioned on my own waist and back. And I only have this piece in my whole body."

Fang Zheng turned around as he spoke, and slightly lifted the lower corner of the hem of his clothes, revealing a small piece of skin on the back of his waist. Sure enough, there was a light brown pattern near the center of the vertebrae, like a drop of water.There are some deep marks on the edges.

The eyes of those jade supervisors stared straight, and they could see clearly that the lines were exactly in line with the rumors they had heard.Yet they had no time to look any longer.Lian Zifeng has quickly pulled down the hem of Fang Zheng's clothes to cover it, and his face is not very good-looking, and there is an inexplicable cold air.Fortunately, they all saw clearly.

"Wow, where did Patriarch Fang's ancestors come from??" Of course, the first reaction of the jade supervisors was to inquire.

This is difficult for Fang Zheng, "I was an orphan since I was a child, and I was picked up by my adoptive father...I used to think it was a scar." Fang Zheng's eyes were a little sad, and he remembered some regrettable things.In fact, if he can control it, he doesn't want to recall this "scar"——

That was his weakest and most embarrassing age.A 12-year-old child who lost his care once walked aimlessly in a dark alley alone with the confusion and fear of an unknown future.Because I was too hungry, I went to pick up leftovers on the side of the road, but was grabbed and beaten by the punks who were lying in ambush around me.Threatening and intimidating Fang Zheng not to "rob them for food."

They are all poor children at the bottom, but at that time there was also a clear distinction between the weak and the strong.It was the first time that Fang Zheng was beaten by social bastards, and he was covered with scars all over his body.The pain in body and heart was like a shiny dagger illuminating his way forward.I will never admit defeat, let go of everything and gamble with God.Happiness is gone, and tears are not worth it.

He carefully bandaged the conspicuous wound, and squatted outside the stable for the first time during the regular visiting hours.The whole picture cannot be seen clearly through the thin slits, Fang Zheng has carefully covered the more conspicuous nose, bruises and swollen face.Hearing his hoarse voice, the adoptive father asked with difficulty through the slit, "Zheng'er... did he catch a cold?"

"No, no." Fang Zheng was more likely to cry when he heard the gentle voice than any beating.This is someone and something worthy of his tears.But he can't reveal it.He couldn't control himself, so he turned around in embarrassment and wanted to run away.There are haystacks near the viewing port of the cattle and stables, and he moves with all four limbs.

"Zheng'er..." Fang Zheng just turned around to cover himself, but suddenly his whole body froze. A long and slender index finger was lightly attached to the back of his lumbar spine, struggling to poke out from the slit, and just touched the injured and scarred part of his waist. teardrop shape.It was like pouring a surging river into his body from there, making the pores of his whole body tremble, and finally blasting out of the sea in his heart. "Don't lie to me."

"Fall, fell." Fang Zheng hasn't been too proficient in lying, and even gestured with his limbs anxiously, "I didn't...did not lie to you...I fell on my back, it was very embarrassing."

"The little scar on your lower back was there when you picked it up...Why did you fall and hurt again, be careful." The voice in the thin crack sighed.

"I'll pay attention. So I had this scar when I was a child." He whispered.

Fang Zheng forced back all the tears.The adoptive father's voice was weak.Fang Zheng was like listening to a crumbling sandcastle.The index finger was pointing to a long thread that was small but strong enough to break the spirit.This made Fang Zheng more convinced that his decision was not wrong-it cannot be said, and even a single straw cannot be added, the wick is already weak, and any slight wind can blow it out.

"I just finished Mr. Wu Mi's Poetry on Falling Flowers this morning." The adoptive father said weakly, "Mr. Wu wrote it after reading Wang Jingan's fan painting poem before his death." The ideal things I love have been eliminated by the trend. Willing to be a laggard of the times'—is something I have to reflect on." The sentimental voice was lifeless, indulged in uselessness.

Fang Zheng raised his heart immediately: "What you have been doing is empirical exploration——it is not necessary—"

"Zheng'er." The adoptive father's voice seemed to be in better spirits, and Fang Zheng's consolation helped, "It was very sad at first, but when I saw you, I felt unwilling to waste my time. As Mr. Wu said, 'Our arms are not allowed to be used. Of course, you should fight hard, regardless of the size of your success, until you die."

Only then did Fang Zheng's eyes turn red: "I can recite whatever you want. There is no need to interrupt the research."

"For Zheng'er who doesn't like these things, it's a big challenge." The voice even coughed and smiled slightly.

"I remember what you said..." Fang Zheng also reluctantly laughed, "You don't need to feel sad when you are young."

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"Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng." The urging voice brought Fang Zheng back to reality. Fang Zheng just lost his mind for a while, thinking of this scar—of course he only knows now that it is a birthmark—that became Ni Lin's past.Later, he didn't allow anyone to touch it for a while, and it would bring back his painful, sad and trembling memories.After crossing over, Elder Xuansi touched him when he was interrogating him, and was almost crushed to death by Fang Zheng.Later, when Lian Zifeng accidentally forced him to make physical contact..., he also clicked it more than once.For a while, Zifeng didn't understand why Fang Zheng's reaction was so big, and he had tossed badly at the beginning.If he learns the truth, he doesn't know how he will regret it.

But Fang Zheng was not in the mood to talk at the moment, he said leisurely to those people: "That's why I want to know, what's so special about this thing?"

Those people looked at Fang Zheng with more intimacy besides awe: "Patriarch Fang, we should ask you. You are so capable, doesn't it just mean that people with such patterns are really extraordinary and will do great things Come. Maybe you are our lost tribe."

Fang Zheng thought to himself, clansmen who have been separated for thousands of years?His eyes rolled again, "Maybe it's true. Now the tribe has a request—" Fang Zheng said slowly, "I want to go to the jade pit of Hua Xu's engraving."

"This..." Those jade supervisors hesitated.Fang Zheng strikes while the iron is hot, "Maybe we can find more evidence. Yang Lun really can't control you anymore. Of course, I have no problem with you guarding the Xia family. But I always feel——you should also know— The jade of the Huaxu people is inextricably related to those of you who have lived nearby for generations. Maybe it is the survivors of the Huaxu people. There are secrets of inheritance hidden in those lines—in other words, the owner depends on his own family. It’s a matter of course.”

These words bring the sense of distance closer, and the subtext is that both the jade supervisor and Fang Zheng can think of themselves as the "owners" of the jade mine. Whether they allow the decision or watch it by themselves, it should be taken for granted.

Of course, the actual exchange of interests must be struck while the iron is hot, Fang Zhengdao, "I will give you a promise, let me go down and take a look, and I will arrange for Qinglongling to come up to exchange things with you in the future. Yanglun is not the only product in the world. In the surplus area, there is a problem with Yanglun's industrial structure, and it won't last long. You are worried about the distance from Qinglongling. See how I got here with him today?"

Fang Zheng pointed to Lian Zifeng's wings, "Our 'God Envoy' can fly, there are many ways for the Chinese people, and the trade line in Yanglun has already been set up."

Those jade carving supervisors talked with each other for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Clan Chief Fang, please come with us."

They brought Fang Zheng to the edge of the tree vines, and tore off a few loose vines, revealing a tall hole, "Clan Chief Fang can go in from here. But it is really difficult to dig out things in there now. In addition, Fang The patriarch should be careful." They hesitated to remind, "Some places in the mine are prone to collapse. This big mine has been dug very large and deep. It has also collapsed several times. Some dark holes are bottomless, so be careful."

They handed Fang Zheng a large rattan rope and a flame-colored spar. One end of the rattan rope was wrapped around the stone pillar on the upper edge, and the other end hung down the mine pit.You can climb up and down the rope. "You can't light a fire inside. Use this flame stone to light it." They warned carefully.

Fang Zheng knew that the leakage of some flammable and explosive gases underground from mines was the most dangerous.The flame-colored spar could be some kind of corundum or luminous natural tourmaline, which is very precious.It proved that Fang Zheng's persuasion just now was very effective, and they already regarded Fang Zheng as "one of their own".

In the next moment, Lian Zifeng grabbed Fang Zheng's waist and flew down with his wings.Overseer Yu was stunned, and cautiously raised his voice and yelled a few times, "Clan Chief Fang, if you have something to do, just pull the rope, we'll wait outside."

The depth of the slanting mine is only tens of meters.The scale collected by manpower is amazing, but Zifeng swung to the end without a single swipe.If compared with the scale of later generations of buildings, it is like the Leshan Giant Buddha is a magnificent miracle in the history of construction, but birds can easily fly from their feet to the top of their heads within ten seconds.

Zifeng put Fang Zheng down gently.There is almost no place to stay at the bottom, and it is all quarry waste or unmined semi-rough stone.Zifeng's eyesight was sharper than ordinary people's, and he looked around. There were a few old lamp grass stands with a lot of dead grass stuffed inside. "Someone has lit a fire before."

Fang Zheng said: "It seems that there was an accident, and it has been banned since then. If you guessed correctly—" Fang Zheng took a picture of the flame spar.It can shine for about one meter, like a ball of warm mist in the dark pit.There are several traces of tamping with earth and rocks on the ground. "Walking around, there should be a collapsed pit. The mud and rocks are stuck together, and the bottom has collapsed."

When Zifeng flew down with Fang Zheng in his arms, he encountered the water drop marks on Fang Zheng's back waist.In the past, every time he touched it, Fang Zheng's body would stiffen and tremble for a moment.Zifeng led Fang Zhengfei in mid-air, hugging Fang Zheng's waist tightly, and would press him to that place.But Fang Zheng quickly returned to normal as if nothing had happened, and Zifeng didn't think much about it.But today, since the unusual origin of the imprint on the lower back was mentioned, Zifeng thought about all the things back then, and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Brother Zheng, are you really from their tribe? But I remember, you said that you came from a very Far...a far away place...Although not as far away as the stars, it is farther than Jianmu Kunlun."

Fang Zheng, who was in a coma at the beginning, called out "don't go" in his dream.Later Fang Zheng explained to him that there are many kinds of emotions in this world.That was his relative, his adoptive father.Zifeng felt that the mark on his waist was a lingering and sad wound on Fang Zheng.It is Fang Zheng's rough youth that he has never participated in and experienced; it is a symbol that Fang Zheng does not want to recall, but is deeply imprinted into his life.

Fang Zheng shook his head: "It's very far away. The ethnic blood is also uncertain... How many Huaxu people used to be? How long have they existed?" Fang Zheng changed the subject again.

"In the peak period, there were more than 100 million people. At least two or three hundred years." Zifeng inherited the subconscious memory of the ancient dragon beast blood.He didn't want Fang Zheng to be perfunctory, "Brother Zheng, if you are their clansman, would you be a descendant of the Huaxu people?"

"Slightly more people than the Yu Dynasty. This is indeed a population that can qualitatively change to produce an excellent intelligent civilization. The stable period is also very long. It's amazing..." Fang Zheng didn't answer, thinking about that era, and the ancient times In the process of great biological struggle, human beings can produce prosperous and splendid civilization settlements.

In the ancient mythology of mankind, the glorious civilization is not groundless, and ruins were also discovered in Atlantis in the Atlantic Ocean in the 20s.Great discoveries have nothing to do with this little story.Of course, Fang Zheng didn't know either.

Zifeng persisted and continued to ask: "Brother Zheng, why did you name the tribe Huazu? Did you know it before? No wonder Zujiang Erguo mainly sent spies to investigate you...you used to..."

There are some hidden and dark dangerous factors in his heart, wanting to reach the source, wanting to tear apart, wanting to swallow everything about Fang Zheng and blend it into flesh and blood... Instinct is hard to resist.Can't do that, Zifeng told himself sternly, he can maintain his reason.

Guilty and helpless, Fang Zheng pointed to the ground: "Instead of thinking wildly about your mind, focus on other places first."

Under the red light of the warm mist in Fang Zheng's hands, there were a few small stains on the ground, like some kind of small biological remains.Although the smell basically dissipated, their five senses were all superhuman, and their keen sense of smell got closer, and they could vaguely smell the residual hot smell.