Daomu Biji

Chapter 66: Zhang family tree

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The corpse in this black wooden coffin should be a person in the 34th generation of the Zhang family. According to some information on the epitaph, he was born in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and his name was Zhang Shengqing.

I won’t go into details about the life, the core is the life span of this person. Judging from the records in the epitaph, this man lived more than one hundred and seventy years old.

Longevity seems to be another characteristic of this family.

This person died in a coalition. It was probably the most intense border conflict at that time. This person died in North Korea and was taken back to Zhangjiagulou for burial by the tribe.

This person’s contribution to the entire family was written after his life, and he was eloquent. Apart from all kinds of strange rhetoric, the most mentioned are two points: The first point is his parents. His parents seem to be quite creditable people.

Therefore, he has an inherent advantage; the second point is that "there are countless burial mounds and a lot of gains, so as to stabilize the Zhu family and make a lot of profits."

With this two functions, buried in the tomb of the building.

It can be inferred from this that the Zhang family was related to the royal family at that time, and even did a lot of things for the royal family at that time.

This can also explain why the Zhang family can survive the troubled times and continue their family for so long.

This is a bit like the mysterious family in many novels, living in seclusion in the mountains all year round, guarding their secrets, which can be martial arts, warfare, or even spells.

Then there are people watching the sky every night, and when they find that the world is going to be chaotic, they will send a few people into the world to make a living, to earn some vested interests.

Fortunately, there are many people with the surname Zhang, and there are some great people with the surname Zhang in each dynasty, otherwise I will definitely have more associations.

"I think of Zhang Tianshi, is Zhang Tianshi also Zhang's family?" said the fat man.

"Maybe, they are all awesome." I said. In fact, what I care more about is the large amount of details in my life that allows me to get a lot of information.

First of all, I confirmed that the Zhang family has always been active in northern China. Almost all the places of birth and activities here are in northern China, near North Korea, that is, near Changbai Mountain.

That place actually did not belong to the Central Plains in ancient China. It was more under the control of a few ethnic groups. The Zhang family was obviously a large family of Han ethnicity that lived among foreign ethnic groups.

To live in such a place, it can be seen how powerful it is.

Secondly, I can basically be sure that there are many branches in the Zhang family. For example, the branch where this person belongs is called "Chessboard Zhang".

Although these families belong to the Zhang family, but because of the large number of people, they form branches like the Manchu Eight Banners. The Zhang family has five branches.

This person should have been buried after the ancient building was built. At this time I thought of Sentezuka downstairs again, and realized that these hands might not be what I thought.

Could it be that during the migration of the ancient building, there were too many corpses in the previous ancient building to transport the coffins to the new ancient building, so some unimportant people were buried with their hands and buried Where

Moreover, from the lines between the lines, I can see that "Chess Zhang" is a very prominent branch in the Zhang family. The reason is that "Chess Zhang" is carrying a unicorn.

I still don't see what the metaphor is, but I can vaguely guess the key.

After reading the epitaph, the fat man squinted at me and pointed to the large black coffin next to it, meaning, would you like to open it up

I looked at the coffin on the side. The black wooden coffin is made of the same wood as the ancient building, with three layers of black paint on it, which looks solemn and solemn.

The fat man wiped the dust off with his hands. Because of the long time, the black paint in many places had cracked, revealing the old wood color.

The fault of my architecture student was guilty-I realized that the bottom quicksand layer had another function.

The groundwater system here is very rich, and the interior of the mountain is very humid, which has a very strong corrosive effect on the wooden structure of ancient buildings.

The quicksand layer we passed before is a moisture barrier to prevent the upwelling of water vapor. I guess there is more than one layer of quicksand underground.

Our feet can step on the stone slab under the quicksand, and under the stone slab, there may be quicksand.

I looked at the coffin and felt it had to be opened. Although no matter how many times I have experienced it, I am still afraid of opening the coffin, but now, can I still ignore it

The Zhang family is inherited from the Northern Sect. The fat man said that he would treat it with the courtesy of the Northern Sect. I said in my heart that it was actually the Northern Sect.

The Tomb Raider North faction has been in decline for a long time. On the one hand, today's tomb robbers are becoming more and more utilitarian, and their equipment is becoming more and more advanced.

There is no intention to obey these red tapes. On the other hand, the rules of the Northern School make inheritance less and less. Unlike the Southern School, there is no distinction between families. As long as you and me, I will teach you, all for the final financial benefit.

Therefore, the skills of the Southern School are not only unbroken, but also in continuous development.

I asked the fat man how to do it. The fat man used his clothes as a broom to gather the dust in the room and make it full of dust.

He coughed and took a handful of dust to the southeast corner of the room, plugged in a few cigarettes, just thought about it, and found that it was wrong, so he asked me: "Innocent, what brand of your cigarette is?"

"Yellow Crane Tower." I said.

"Come, come, change." The fat man asked my cigarette to pass, "We can't let the ancestors of my little brother smoke a packet of my eight dollars. This is the first time we visit, and I can't lose face to my little brother."

Speaking of the fat man lighting up a cigarette, he bowed to the corner and said, "This... We are friends with your family Zhang Qiling. We are really not here to fight this time. We are... We are... We are here to stop by. After reading all the elders, , That... By the way, make up for Xiao Zhang.

You also know that none of your children have a bad memory. Well, Xiao Zhang doesn’t know where he is, so I’m going to ask for directions. If you know, don’t do anything, don’t say anything. If you don’t know, you can just keep it as it is.

Yours sincerely, Amitabha, bald donkey, how dare you compete with the poor. "

I said something messed up in my heart, I patted him and picked him up.

The two shook out the iron thorns, separated the two sides and pierced into the gap in the coffin lid. First, they pried the coffin nails, then took a deep breath, and carefully pushed the heavy coffin lid aside.

When the coffin lid fell, the entire floor was shaking. We covered our mouth and nose, fanned away the dust, and saw a layer of cotton wool in the coffin.

I fiddled with it with an iron thorn, and found that it was a strange mold, like a spider web covered with white rags.

The fat man used the iron thorn to poke away this layer of things, revealing the corpse inside.

The corpse had completely decomposed, only a white bone was left, and there were some sacrificial objects around, very few in number, all wrapped in that strange "cotton". The fat man provoked one with an iron thorn and found it was a small dagger.

The shell of the dagger was completely rotten like a piece of eight-treasure osmanthus cake, and the gems on it were like red cherries and green raisins.

I pulled out the dagger and found that it was a black gold short knife, slightly shorter than the one in the stuffed oil bottle, and in a different shape. The knife glowed black under the illumination of the flashlight, making it extremely sharp.

The handle of the knife was also rotten badly. I took the blade and knocked the handle of the knife against the coffin board, knocked off the rotten pieces on it, and there was not much left. I just wanted to throw it back into the coffin.

The fat man immediately stopped and said: "You said why you are like this, you finally got something, but you still pick and choose. Take it with you, take it out to make a new handle, and make a birthday present for the little brother."

"Who knows when his birthday is?" I said.

The fat man took the black gold short knife, wrapped it in his backpack, and said, "I guess he doesn't even know what his birthday is.

Just find a sunny day and tell him it’s birthday. With his character, he won’t ask what a birthday is. "

That's right, it's a good trick, I said to my heart. I don't know if there are any festivals for the deaf and mute in the world. He is so bored, and he should have his birthday at that time.

I felt a chill when I thought of the stuffy oil bottle blowing out birthday candles, as if I saw a ghost blowing a lamp, so I didn't think much about it.

The fat man fiddled a few more times, and found that everything else was rotten, and he cursed: "The Zhang family is not rich either. This meeting ceremony is a shame to my little brother."

"The Zhang family values strength, not money." I said, "From the epitaph, it can be seen that the Zhang family is a big family that uses the advantages of their own family to gain power and protection.

In the long history of China, money alone is useless. "

The fat man took all the three cigarettes together, pinched off the dusty butt, and sucked the last few puffs. I asked him why, he said that ya was so bad, he must have no idea, he can't take advantage of this poor man.

I said, "Why are you so cheap?" The fat man just chuckled.

After smoking the smoke, he fiddled with the bones with iron thorns.

We found the left hand of the corpse. Two of the fingers had very long bones.

This is the first time for me to see the complete bones of that kind of strangely long fingers. There are many scars on the joints of the bones. Obviously, the process of training such fingers should be quite painful. I have also discovered that this person has many large-scale Joints, such as shoulders and wrists, have very strange bone hyperplasia.

The fat man said that this should be a sequelae of the bone reduction technique.

In many cases, bone shrinkage requires removal of joints. Multiple shrinkages will definitely cause habitual dislocation. To overcome this habitual dislocation, many special muscles of the joint must be exercised separately.

These muscles are very difficult to train, and there may not be much progress in a few years. Muscles are the size of a crescent on a contractor’s head. It is naturally very painful to be a banana alive.

The fat man said that he had the opportunity to practice that kung fu before. An expert he knew said that his bones were very suitable for shrinking bones. The fat man went to practice for a day, beat the master, and then fled back.

In the skull of this corpse, I saw two bullet holes. They were very irregular. They should be iron sand bullets.

The bullet penetrated in from one place, but did not penetrate it, so the iron sand bullets should have been shot in at a close range (if it was farther, there would be many holes the size of sesame seeds), and the iron sand remained in my mind. This senior must be quite painful when he died.

No matter how good the Zhang family is, there is still nothing to do with firearms.

We felt that there was no clue, so we wanted to cover the coffin board. When I lifted it up, I saw a lot of words engraved on the inside of the coffin board.

When we turned it over, we found that it was a simple genealogy. Both parents had names, and their children were in each column.

What makes me surprised is that this person's parents are both surnamed Zhang, he has two sons, one of whom is already married, and this daughter-in-law is also surnamed Zhang, the two daughters are married, and both are married with the husband’s surname.

"Do you think there is something strange?" I asked the fat man.

"How old did you say this guy died?" The fat man said, there are four children, awesome. "

"The main purpose of the feudal hierarchical system in ancient China is to multiply people and expand family power. He may have started giving birth very early."

I said, "Furthermore, the Zhang family has a very long life. If they want to give birth, they will still live after giving birth to a football team.

This is not what I'm talking about. "As I said, I showed him everyone's last names.

"Could it be the surname changed?"

I shook my head: "It is almost certainly intermarriage within the family. The Zhang family is a closed family and they do not have marriages with the outside world."

We reclosed the coffin lid and inserted iron nails. I said, "I'm going to the next room. These epitaphs are very important. I have to take a good look and I will definitely get more information."