The person next to Ye Qing had a puzzled look on his face. He looked down for a long time. When he looked up, he still had a puzzled expression.
Ye Qing squatted down, his figure mostly blocked by the tea tree behind him.
Liu Miao said: "Bring the shovel."
"What?" The expressions of those people changed from doubtful to confused.
Liu Miao jogged while holding the dv, the camera shook, bypassing a row of tea trees, and arrived at the passage on Ye Qing's side.
Ye Qing reached out and held the soil. It can be seen that this soil is particularly soft.
There is some slight confusion in the sound outside the screen.
Manager Yang rushed over and asked what happened.
Liu Miao's voice, Wu Ling's voice...
None of this affected Ye Qing's movements.
After a while, Ye Qing's movements stopped abruptly, and he stopped digging, and instead swept away the soil under his fingers. A gray object protruded from the soil, it looked like a stone.
Ye Qing's movements only paused for a moment, and he quickly continued digging. Along the stone, dig out the surrounding soil bit by bit to reveal the full picture of the thing.
When Ye Qing took out the thing from the soil, the surrounding discussions stopped.
It was a Buddha head, a typical Buddha head, with the characteristics of most stone Buddha heads. It had a bun with a water wave pattern on it, a square face, big ears, big earlobes, and thin eyes. A straight nose and slightly raised lips, with a kind expression.
The Buddha's head is very complete, but the incisions at the broken neck are not neat enough. It seems that the Buddha's head was successfully removed by hacking it with a sharp weapon many times.
It's obviously a stone sculpture, but when you see the broken neck, it always gives people a shocking feeling.
The middle-aged man stammered: "This... this is... what is this?"
"It's the Buddha's head." Wu Ling said.
The middle-aged man said "Ah" and "Ah" several times, "Yes, it's fake, right? It must be fake, right?"
His voice was filled with anticipation.
"It doesn't look like it. This shape should be a Buddha statue from three to four hundred years ago." Wu Ling's voice was still calm.
Her voice was as steady as Ye Qing's hand holding the Buddha's head or Liu Miao's hand holding the DVD.
"Three to four hundred years?!" Manager Yang's voice completely changed its tone.
People around were whispering.
With this history and the typical shape of "Buddha's Head", this stone is undoubtedly an important cultural relic.
"Does Manager Yang know how this thing was buried in your tea garden?" Wu Ling turned around and asked.
This question made Manager Yang's legs weaken and he leaned against an employee next to him.
The old tea farmer following Manager Yang widened his eyes and trembled all over.
Manager Yang suddenly glared at the old tea farmer and said, "Thursday Hai!"
The old tea farmer trembled, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly to the Buddha's head.
"Master, Master, please spare your life! Please spare your life! I don't know! I really don't know!"
This reaction was too great.
Liu Miao said "Huh".
Manager Yang, who was asking for help, also stopped talking.
"What do you know?" Ye Qing turned around and faced the old tea farmer.
The old tea farmer was so frightened that he started crying, "I don't know, I really don't know... I heard what my dad said... My dad can't tell clearly, he's already dead."
"Did you steal the Buddha's head? Where did you steal it from? No, no, we're not talking about this now... call the police! Call the police first!" Manager Yang looked at Qingye's people, his cheeks and jaw kept moving, probably grinding his teeth. .
If no one from Qingye was here and discovered the Buddha head, Manager Yang would have easily suppressed the matter and smoothed it over.
Manager Yang glared at the old tea farmer again.
The old tea farmer straightened up and waved his hands hurriedly, "It's not my family that robbed! My father has nothing to do with this! Everyone, everyone in the county will be in trouble! It's not our family!"
He kowtowed again and began to cry.
"Mr. Zhou? Don't worry. Can you tell me what happened? What did your father tell you?" Wu Ling's tone was gentle, without any intention of pursuing or accusing him.
The old tea farmer wiped his tears and nose, carefully looked at the Buddha's head, and did not answer for a while.
Manager Yang was already pointing at him and scolding him, "Why don't you tell me quickly! The reporter comrade is asking you! Tell me quickly!"
"I, I don't know very well... My father just said that we are all sorry for others and those monks. Sooner or later, those monks will come to us to settle accounts... I really don't know. He only said it when he died. When he said this , my mind is confused, and I have been talking about this for several days in a row. 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 saying those words over and over again. He looked very frightened, and later became a little incoherent.
"Manager Yang, can you ask some old people here? It seems there is a story behind this." Wu Ling said, "We will keep the Buddha head together for the time being. 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, people at Qingcha Village were asked about the situation. audio file.
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"Hello, Mr. Wang?"
"Hey... um, 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 ever 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."
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"...You mean, that temple?"
"It's not that temple, it was something earlier."
"Earlier... Earlier there were no temples and no monks here."
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"Huh... everyone, 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... I'll help you find out."
"Excuse me, Manager Yang."
Da, da, da, da…
Click! Squeak and bang.
"Ling, do you think this Buddha statue was made by people here and is it still here?"
"This is the most likely possibility."
"Hmm... 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."