technical type

A heavy rain washed away the dust in the world, and everything showed a fresh color after the rain, as if it was new.

"Hey, what is this?"

When walking across the road, someone found that there seemed to be writing on the stone slab on the ground, it should be writing, this kind of trace...

Just like tracing the traces of leaf veins with your fingers, seeing the lines on the slate, you also subconsciously combine them together, which should look like words.

"What text is this?"

The words that have never been seen before, but there is a feeling of familiarity, the connotation of the same strain, the unchanging feeling...

"This should be in the style of a tombstone. You should... turn it over and have a look."

It is curiosity and inquiry.

Quietly left and right, it was sunny after the rain, and no one had passed this road yet. It just so happened that they had tools in their hands to pry up this stone slab to see if there were any writings behind it.

"Sure enough, there are words!"

The densely packed small characters on the back have not been eroded by wind and rain, and they look much clearer than the front, giving people a feeling of seeing the inscription.

"What's written on it?"

I didn't expect that there would be so many characters on the back of this stone slab. For a while, everyone was curious and gathered together to take a look. The characters of this dynasty have changed a lot from before. They are not specialized in studying ancient characters, and they can't recognize many at a glance. But there is no doubt that these square characters are indeed characters.

"See if there are any others?"

"Come and help me!"

It was just a few people passing by, but they suddenly became enthusiastic, even if they didn't recognize anything, just get it out, and then ask the teacher for advice.

These students originally came out for study tours. They wanted to see the beauty of mountains and rivers and the vastness of the world. They also wanted to explore ancient times and find things that no one had ever discovered before. This sense of accomplishment is hard to describe in words.

A discovery that has never been discovered by anyone, as long as they think of it, everyone will have infinite enthusiasm, and they will not feel that the spring is cold after the rain.

"It's too humid, wait until I go to the front and find someone to come over, let's take this stele away, and we have to find a way to fill in the gaps here."

"Indeed, I have to look through the others to see if there are any such..."

Several young people started to get busy as they said, there was no one to arrange, and they could help with whatever they wanted to do. If they found out that they couldn’t do anything by themselves, they would call their companions to come and help.

Someone has already rushed to the town ahead to find someone.

In any era, money is always easy to do. Soon, there are strong men with carts to carry the stele.

"Where did these steles come from?"

"Where did it come from? It was washed down from the mountain. A few years ago, there seemed to be a flood, and the mountain collapsed. After digging up, I saw these steles. They are all right, and they are just used to pave the road..."

"What if it's a tombstone? You don't think..."

To respect others is to respect oneself, and to respect other people's ancestors is to respect one's own ancestors. No one will easily insult such an existence as a tombstone.

The strong man's eyes flickered: "What tombstone, where did the tombstone come from, no one lives on the mountain, there are no living people, and there are still dead people?"

Seeing him like this, some people could see that he was lying on purpose and wanted to expose it, but they didn't know what to say. Someone pulled him back and refused to let him speak, and persuaded him in a low voice: "Kang tells the truth but knows etiquette. People can’t even get enough to eat, so it’s too demanding to expect anything from them.”

"That's it."

The man sighed and said nothing more.

After the stele was transported away, it almost became a favorite for a while. Many people gathered around the stele to study, and even the rubbings on the stele were sent to many people's desks. Everyone wanted to know what the text said, but The answer is always disappointing.

After being translated, many people felt that the boring content was simply a pity for their previous interests, and quickly put this matter behind them. Together with the stone tablet, they were also abandoned in a certain yard to continue to withstand the wind and rain. blowing rain.

Time passed leisurely, another hundred years passed.

The owner of the yard has changed, and when he bought a house, he was filled with displeasure when he saw the tombstone: "What's the matter, the tombstone can still enter the house, is this a yin house or a yang house?"

After embarrassing the intermediary and successfully lowering the price, the new owner moved into the yard, and some things in the yard were also moved out.

"How much, how much do you say?"

The new owner picked his ears, as if he didn't understand the price.

The person he questioned almost didn't dare to speak. He froze for a moment, then smiled honestly, and said, "It's not easy to move such a big stone tablet outside. It takes three or four people and a car. It can't just be erected casually." It’s in front of your house, it’s always going to be sent out, and it’s not allowed to be released in front of other people’s houses. If you can’t say it, you’ll go out of the city directly, it’s so far away..."

"With so much money, I might as well just bury it in the ground, out of sight and out of mind!"

The new owner didn't expect that the price was beyond imagination, and he was reluctant to pay, but he really didn't want to see the existence of this stele.

"It's not bad luck to bury it!"

The man who was called to carry things rubbed his hands, as if he still wanted to do this business, but he didn't really want to carry such a heavy thing, so he simply gave another idea, "Otherwise, just smash it, it's safe to smash it, it's not good at all." There will be no more bad luck."

"how much is it?"

The owner of the house was a little moved.

Talking at this moment, I have understood what the owner of the house values ​​most. The man looked around the stone tablet, patted and knocked, and after confirming the quality of the stone, he stretched out his hand and gave a gesture. This is an offer. .

The owner of the house looked at it and thought about it again. Comparing the two prices, it is indeed more appropriate to smash it. Looking at the stele again, doesn't the intermediary know that the existence of the stele will prevent the price of the house from increasing?He knew that the reason why he didn't care about it was just because the cost of managing it was too high, so he might as well just put it away and wait for the new owner to come and deal with it.

"Oh, I knew I should have lowered the price."

The owner of the house thought of the little money he saved when he bought the house, and saved a fee, but he still didn't save it, and he still bought it but didn't sell it well.

Although aware of this, there is nothing to do - "Smash!"

The owner of the house gritted his teeth and made this decision. The money cannot be saved.

"okay!"

The man responded happily, and went to call his companions over again. He brought a big hammer, and one by one, he hit each other with his bare arms, and kept hitting. The sound made the neighbors restless. When they came to watch it, some people took a rare look and said, "It can be regarded as someone bought this house!"

There is a stone tablet standing in the yard, which looks like a ghost house, making the neighbors uneasy. Now that there are people living in it, no matter whether it is good or not, it looks more popular.

When the men's backs were dripping with sweat, the stele finally shattered.

The correct writing was directly smashed, and the falling pieces, like the past years, were smashed together...

Many years passed, the cemetery.

"Look, there is nothing to say about our place. The pines and cypresses are evergreen, and there are gossips that frighten all directions... Fengshui is good! What is Fengshui? Look, how does it feel to stand here? Think about the old man lying here What does it feel like? The blue sky and white clouds, the green trees, the surroundings are surrounded by quiet neighbors, after a lifetime of bustle, it's time to enjoy the happiness..."

The man who led the way seemed to have a natural smile. When he spoke, the expression on his face seemed to be smiling.

"Yes...not bad."

The one who was led looked around, and finally followed the man to choose a cemetery. Near the cemetery, there were workers digging a pit, as if they were preparing for a new grave, and stones were thrown out. One of them rolled to the man's feet, there were faint words on it, but no one looked at it carefully, the man kicked it away casually, and continued to move forward.

"Come with me, let's go through the formalities here... If there is no money, the old man should enjoy it, shouldn't this be the case, look at our environment here, clean and tidy..."

The man was quick-spoken, and led the people to the office to go through the formalities and pay the money. When he came out, he delivered it to the door. When he came back and asked for a drink of water, the guard holding the thermos smiled and said, "This is another order." , how much is the commission?"

"What is the commission or not? Serve the people! Tell me about this person. After working hard all his life, there should be a good result. I don't want to see those people who don't even have a place to be buried. Tell me, those people in ancient times Someone who has no place to bury him must be someone! Thinking about it makes me sad!"

The man had a few words with the doorman, and he didn't forget to say that his job is good, the benefits are good, and even the coldness of guarding the door has the benefit of peace of mind.

The guard was also familiar with him, and said with a smile: "You are not the same! There is a system, and the drought and flood are guaranteed!"

"It's not the same, that's not the same, what are you, this is a tomb keeper, even in ancient times, people who had to eat public food, I, alas, at best just run errands with you, you don't have to do anything, Just guard the door and watch, I won't get much benefit from running up and down here..."

It's a bit false to say this, the commission is not given for nothing, otherwise, where did he get the motivation to grind his mouth.

The doorman didn't believe it either, so he smiled and told him to go to work quickly, and don't chat with him.

The man responded with a smile, went back to the office and drank some water, then started chatting, talking about the buyer's market and the seller's market.

"We don't need to sell here. One will succeed, and if this one fails, the next one will succeed. Don't be afraid of anything. You can take the commission, so don't worry!"

There are only a few cemeteries in total. If this one doesn’t come, that one always comes. I’m not afraid of not having customers at all. In this world, when will people not die?

As long as the dead are buried, this cemetery can definitely be sold.

It's a better sell than a house.

"...When I'm old and can't sell anymore, I'll go to the door to watch the door. This is a good place to retire!"

The man swears, as if he has really seen his lifelong pursuit.