"We didn't know what the American devils did when taking this photo. We only recognized that the picture was a statue of a Bodhisattva. After I was discharged from the army, I kept it as a trophy. Until a few months ago, several farmers in the village were in the woods. When the well was dug, it collapsed when it was almost digging, revealing a square concrete tuft."
"Cement shell tuo?" Old Chen frowned. "How old is it?"
Li Zhongfubi drew it, about one person tall.
Li Zhongfu continued, “We don’t know when such a large piece of cement was buried in the deep mountains and old forests. Later I thought that only the American devils would do this kind of thing. Yes, the edges and corners are very smooth. Later, I checked the pit where the cement was dug out, and there was rotten residue from sawdust. At that time, it was a one-person-high wooden box filled with cement and buried in the ground. We found At that time, the wooden box had completely rotted, leaving only square concrete lumps.
We didn’t know what it was at first. I think it was buried by American devils. Everyone guessed it was a bomb. Such a large piece of cement fell into someone’s well. After all that well was dug, we just abandoned it. If they are not willing, they just want to move the cement out.
That tuozi cement is very heavy. We prepared ropes and wooden sticks. We wanted to get the cement out, but found that the cement itself was very loose, and it broke into slag after a little blow, just like rotten wood..."
Gu Nanshan said, "So the weight is definitely not from the cement itself, but from the contents of the cement."
Li Zhongfu said: "Yes, we also realized that everyone didn't know what to do for a while, because it was something left by the American devils. Everyone didn't know if there was any harm, but in the end they couldn't bear curiosity and took a stick. Little by little, the cement was knocked loose."
"In the cement, there is a one-person-sized statue of a Bodhisattva. At first, I was surprised and mobilized everyone to carry it back to the village. Then I remembered that this was what I found out in the documents that were burned by the Americans. The Buddha statue on that photo."
Gu Nanshan looked at this man thoughtfully. When I first saw him, he was a cowering and cunning Vietnamese farmer. I didn’t want this man to be a guerrilla in the battlefield and a Yankee. . The Vietnamese guerrillas were a nightmare to the Americans on the Vietnamese battlefield. This Li Zhongfu also achieved the position of team leader, and Gu Nanshan couldn't help but put away his contemptuous thoughts.
Don't underestimate anyone who has fumbled on the line of life and death.
Old Chen thoughtfully, then asked Li Zhongfu, "Is this man's head snake-like figure wrapped in cement for so many years, hasn't it been damaged?"
Li Zhongfu shook his head, "Anyway, when I saw it, it was very good, and everyone didn't bump into it when they moved."
"Yeah." Old Chen nodded, "On the surface, there is no cement on it?"
Li Zhongfu affirmed: "It's really not. It's really strange. The cement is like a layer of mud, and it will fall off as soon as it is peeled off. The body of the Bodhisattva is clean."
Old Chen became interested, "This is weird, it's worth seeing, Mr. Li, we want this product." (End of this chapter)