This plan started when Mr. Guan was alive.
Ling Shu didn't know it until the moment he lay down in the coffin.
Yue Dingtang did not lie to him.
The Guan family is indeed rich.
How rich is it
Ling Shu has also seen rich and noble people. Before the Ling family was in ruins, there were imported goods everywhere in the house. Father Ling was not a person who liked to collect antiques, but the Ling family had accumulated over several generations. Cabinets, these played an important role in the complete decline of the Ling family. After all of them were sold by Ling Yao to pay off their debts, they could squeeze out a little bit and send Ling Shu to study abroad.
But Guan's family property is far more than that
The Guan family moved from Beijing to Tianjin, and then from Tianjin to the Northeast. They went all the way, and lost a lot. In addition to the management of various parties, before the death of Mr. Guan, only one or two of them were left.
Rao is so, the number is also amazing.
The old man Guan scattered some antiques of calligraphy and painting, and let the pawnshops come to the door and bid them one by one, and the money was divided into six parts. In addition to one for each of the five sons, there was also reserved for the public. , This is what the old man left after everyone opened the warehouse that day.
But Guanjia is much more than that.
The real essence, the collections that are more valuable than those gold and silver jewelry, have been collected by the old man Guan in two boxes. Since his death, the contents of these two boxes have been bit by bit under the eyes of several sons. Ship it out and hide it in the Guanyin Temple near the ancestral tomb.
That temple is very partial. Almost all the incense in the temple is worshipped by the Guan family. To be precise, it is worshipped by the old master Guan. Therefore, Lao Yuan not only has freedom of entry and exit, but also the willow in the bottle in the hand of the goddess of mercy in the Guanyin Temple. It is clear how many leaves the branch has.
These small cloth bags in the coffin are the last things that need to be transported out.
After knowing the inside story, Ling Shu took the initiative to step into this mud pit, and take advantage of He's death to help Lao Yuan bring things out, and three days later, he would help Lao Yuan send it out together.
to where
Send out Fengtian City, go through Jinzhou, go to Beijing, and then…
Thinking of this, Ling Shu could not help coughing in a low voice.
Such a long distance, almost spanning more than half of China, how to ensure that they are intact
Lao Yuan couldn't hear him coughing all the time, as if he wanted to cough out the leaves of his lungs.
"Then the hair hurts you badly, right? Come on, take a sip, and you'll get better with it."
With that said, Lao Yuan handed over the pipe.
Ling Shu pushed it away angrily.
"I was at Ivanov's place, and I heard him tell Zhen Congyun that the pagoda that Mr. Guan left to Yue Dingtang contains a secret from the former Qing Dynasty. Leaving the treasure clues to prevent future generations from being unstable and being driven out of the Central Plains, this treasure can help them make a comeback..."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Yuan was out of breath with laughter.
"The old man and I came up with this rumor, pretending to secretly spread it out, in order to distract others' attention, lest they stare at me, does anyone really believe it? Hahaha!"
"Oh, so they are all eyeing the pagoda. Yue Dingtang was almost killed by Ivanov. Is this what you expected?"
Lao Yuan turned his head and saw Ling Shu staring blankly at him.
"Hey, don't look at me like that, I make me look like a murderer! At first, we thought that the Yue family would send the second child of Yue over, after all, he has a better relationship with the Japanese, but we didn't expect the third child to come over, and The pagoda is only used to attract the attention of others. At most, the unfilial sons of the Guan family will snatch the pagoda for the pagoda. I really did not expect that Ivanov would come out! But in my opinion, Yue That kid Dingtang is very cunning. He deliberately told you to put the key of the pagoda there, didn't he just want to watch you do it? He doesn't fully trust you, and he will definitely leave behind, you don't have to worry too much ."
Ling Shu did not speak.
He fumbled for a while in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Borrow a fire."
Lao Yuan was delighted: "You put the cigarette in the coffin and spend a long time with the dead, so it's not bad luck!"
Ling Shu gave him a look: "I've been lying with the dead for an hour, and I'm sitting next to you now. Do you think it's bad luck? You were half-dead and walked on my back for a long time. Why don't I think it's bad?"
Lao Yuan: "Yes, but I can't tell you!"
Ling Shu: "Stop talking nonsense, go back to the pagoda, the secret is false, and the treasure is also false?"
Lao Yuan: "Of course it's fake! It's all up to people to be able to stay in the country. If future generations don't live up to their expectations, it will be useful to give gold and silver mountains? What's more, it's not the land and wealth of the owner of the family, and people are useless. Food and drink is a lifelong matter. When the descendants of the emperor are not up to expectations, their heads will be gone in minutes. You see that the current master has been held hostage to the northeast as a puppet, not to mention giving him gold and silver, just giving him nothing. All the treasures, isn't that all the Japanese robbed?"
Ling Shu had not smoked for a long time, and he coughed for a few mouthfuls at first, but gradually he regained the original feeling.
Yue Dingtang is a smoker, he is not, he used to take a few sips occasionally, but not to the point of addiction.
Now my chest is stuffy and I really need a puff of cigarettes to relieve and refresh myself.
Taking a deep breath, the two took turns puffing.
The silhouette of the silhouette that appeared vaguely in the smoke was spit out by him again in a flash.
Lao Yuan: "What is the origin of the foreign devil, have you figured it out?"
Ling Shu: "He's so good with Guan Lao Si, you haven't figured it out yet, why are you asking me?"
Lao Yuan: "Who is Guan Lao Si, it's not like you don't know. The foreign devils liked him and made him smug. I'm busy helping the old man hide and move things. How can I have time to think about him? That's Yi Yi. What kind of non-my race, as soon as they came, they fought hotly with the fourth child, and they looked like they were not a good person!"
Ling Shu: "Ivanov. He claims to be a descendant of the Tsar Queen and works under King De. Zhen Congyun is fascinated by his little white face, and he leads him around by the nose. He doesn't look like the city man I know at all. Miss Zhen, who is very scheming."
Lao Yuan laughed: "You are also a little white-faced, and you even call other people's little white-faced!"
Ling Shu: "Then why didn't I see Zhen Congyun being led by the nose?"
Lao Yuan: "Aren't you being led by Yue Dingtang's nose? That's not the same."
Ling Shu: …
Lao Yuan: "Why don't you talk? Then Ivanov! Oh, okay, okay, I said something wrong, you are not a liar, Yue Dingtang is a liar, will it work?"
Ling Shu sneered, isn't that still scolding him
Seeing that Ling Shu refused to speak, Lao Yuan thought about it alone.
"King De is now flirting with the Japanese and fighting hotly, but he even sent Ivanov over in private. He stole the pagoda and didn't want to pass the Japanese. Obviously, he also has his own careful thoughts. Can he use it here? Let their dog bite the dog, and we can do things more smoothly?"
Ling Shu couldn't help reminding him: "Don't be smart! From my point of view, Ivanov didn't carry King De's thoughts behind his back this time. He didn't know where he stood, and that Zhen Congyun, Although she is willing to elope with Ivanov, she is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp, you should still follow the original plan and be safe!"
pat.
There was a drop of water on the back of the hand.
Lao Yuan raised his head, the sky was gloomier than before, the clouds had stacked up several layers, and a heavy rain was about to happen.
Without saying a word, the two put out the cigarette, quickly packed up, and put the cloth bag in a shelter from the rain. Lao Yuan took off his coat to wrap them up, picked up a shovel, and filled the soil with a shovel.
Ling Shu recited something while filling in.
"I didn't do it on purpose when I just stepped on your sternum. It was Lao Yuan who refused to help me. I didn't do it for you to steal the pagoda in the middle of the night and get killed. You have a debt and a debt. If you can turn into a ghost and kill Ivano. If your husband bites him to death, it will be considered a glory for the country. As for Lao Yuan, don't kill him, just bite him a few times..."
Lao Yuan glared at him fiercely, and couldn't help throwing the soil from the shovel into Ling Shu's hand.
"Screw you!"
The two eventually got caught in the rain.
Just as the soil was almost filled, the rain began to fall, and it only took a moment from the bean rain to the pouring rain.
Lao Yuan is not bad, he is still healthy, but Ling Shu is not very good. On the night the two spent the night at the Guanyin Temple, he began to develop a high fever. His face was not red, but the temperature was terrifyingly hot.
Lao Yuan didn't expect his body to be so depraved, he was also shocked, thinking and hurried down the mountain to see a doctor, but with Ling Shu's situation, he went down the mountain in the rain, I'm afraid the situation would get worse.
"You hold on, old brother will go down the mountain to find the doctor, and Jie will rob the doctor for you!"
Lao Yuan piled as much firewood as possible on the fire next to Lingshu, so that the fire could burn longer and more vigorously, and then tore the tablecloth from the temple and wrapped it around the person.
Ling Shu was a little confused by the burning. Half a bowl of boiling rainwater had just sunk in his stomach, and his lips were a little chapped.
He half-opened his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, his lips opened and closed, but he didn't utter a sound.
Lao Yuan had no choice, he turned his head and threw himself into the heavy rain.
The Guanyin Temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and no matter how tightly the doors and windows are closed, air leaks from all sides.
Ling Shu's mind wandered between being awake and not awake. People seemed to have wandered around between Huangquan and the mundane world. The body could not carry the soul, and the soul was about to escape from the shell. Pivot felt like his body was being scorched by flames, struggling and unable to escape.
If it was put in a few years ago, he was transitioning between being injured and about to be injured every day and every night, and his tolerance was higher. After a single blow, he would fall ill at every turn. Ling Shu hated being so weak, but there was nothing he could do.
He couldn't help being drawn, and his eyes were in a trance, as if reflected in the compassionate face of Guanyin above his head, but it was fleeting, the world was spinning, and it was like seeing thousands of troops marching slowly towards him.
Those people were either armed with rifles and bayonets, or were heavily scarred. There were enemies who never died in the past, and comrades who fell in the middle of the year. There were too many memories buried in this land. He didn't want to come back, but he couldn't help it.
Can't think.
Reciting them together, the past is like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis, and it is instantly overwhelmed.
Footsteps approached.
One step, another step.
The fire was swayed by the wind from the corner of the clothes, but it didn't go out.
Ling Shu was muttering to himself.
He is talking.
The visitor bent down and leaned closer, wanting to hear what he was saying.
Can't hear clearly, get closer.
A little closer.
I finally heard it.
What Ling Shu said was: I'm sorry.
The visitor is unknown, but it does not prevent him from making the next move.
Ling Shu was pushed awake, in a daze, not even opening his eyes completely.
a gun.
The muzzle was on his forehead.
The tone of the visitor was like a spring breeze.
"Get up, Mr. Ling."