Chapter 5 Black Box

When I heard that the owner of this snack bar was indeed "melon-bacco" and it would be better not to ask him. Then I wanted to ask others again. I turned around and saw an old shop with half of the door panel on the corner of the street, and saw that the storefront was selling groceries.

But strangely, a small coffin-like wooden box was hung in front of the shop with hemp rope. Many large varnishes were painted black. They looked old and the patent skin was peeled and weathered. Just looking at the color of the wood, you will know that it was red sandalwood, which must be an ancient object of some origin, and the shape was extraordinary. The more I looked at it, I became stranger. I didn't expect that there was such a thing in this inconspicuous remote town? I was caught by me, which was also considered the fate of our "Golden-Touching Captain".

I looked at the "black box" hanging in front of the store for a long time, and I saw it accurately. I thought I wouldn't be fooled, so I turned to ask the boss of Bald Boy: "I'll ask you about it, is the grocery store on the street state-owned or individual?"

While busy on the stove, the bald boss looked up at the shop I mentioned and replied: "That is an individual. The old shopkeeper is Li Shuguo. He is an outsider in Baoding Prefecture. Old Bazi is fighting indiscriminate war. He only knows how to do business and doesn't know how to do serious things. What kind of things do you want to buy is better to walk along the street and have a state-owned store."

When I heard that the grocery store owner was from Baoding Mansion, I wouldn't be wrong. After thanking him, I returned to Shirley Yang and sat down next to Shirley Yang and others. Shirley Yang asked me: "How? What news did you hear?"

I said, "The people here don't know if there is a king, but they found something unexpected..." As I said that, I pointed my hand at the grocery store on the corner of the street and asked everyone to see the "black box" hanging in front of the store.

The fat man said strangely: "It's a coffin shop, Lao Hu, who do you want to buy a coffin for?"

Mr. Sun Jiu said that it was definitely not a coffin model. He walked around the countryside all year round and had never seen such a coffin shop among the people. Besides, there is no grocery store selling coffins. I wonder what the requirements are for hanging a wooden box at the door. Could it be that it is because I am full?

Shirley Yang's grandfather was a famous "mountain moving Taoist" during the Republic of China. He knew all the tricks in the green forests of the rivers and lakes. Therefore, although Shirley Yang grew up overseas, he was familiar with the secrets of the mountain scriptures in the rivers and lakes. Although he was a professor, Sun Jiu and the fat man were not aware of it, she could see a little bit and said to me: "The wooden box is full of holes, like a beekeeper's beehive. I'm afraid the shopkeeper in the store is from the Fengwo Mountains."

Master Sun Jiu was puzzled: "Hongwo Mountain? Bees raised? No, look at the holes, different sizes, different depths, and no rules. They may be poked with a knife. It may be some local customs. Don't rush to make arbitrary decisions. We need to respect the folk customs of the local people."

I said, "Professor Sun, you are really not an ordinary layman in this regard. I don't bother to argue with you. Let's stop talking. Just go in and buy something to see if there is a Lao Yuanliang from Fengwo Mountain hidden in this store."

The fat man actually knew nothing, but he still didn't know how to understand and said to Master Sun Jiu: "Are you timid? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Don't think that you are an expert, you can talk about everything in all fields. Experts and professors are not good at everything. I will learn more from Master Fat in the future. I'll go in and take you to the door of the old shop." After that, he took a few bites of food, picked up his backpack, and came to the door of the old shop with us.

There were two old and young people in the shop. The old man was in his seventies and eighties, his hair and beard were gray. He was holding two iron balls in his hand and laying on a bamboo chair, half asleep and half awake. He thought that this person was the old shopkeeper named Li; there was also a young girl in her early twenties with a beautiful face and a very beautiful eye. She tied two braids and hung on her chest, which was clean and neat from top to bottom. At first glance, she was a local Sichuan girl. She didn't seem to have any blood relationship with the old shopkeeper. Maybe she was a salesperson in the store. When she saw us entering the store, she immediately hurriedly greeted me and asked me what I wanted to buy?

I looked around and saw that although the decorations in the store were old, they were cleaned spotlessly. There was an old wooden counter. I don’t know how many years it had been used. It was grinding and the most conspicuous thing on the cabinet was a large row of glass jars, which were filled with colorful southern sugar, as well as some local local products. All the goods on the shelves were neatly arranged.

I know that "Fengwo Mountain" is also a craftsman in the seventy-two industries. This kind of store is doing two different businesses in open and secretly. However, strangers come in directly, and the owner will never do real business with you. I thought about finding an excuse first. It just happened that I needed to use some miscellaneous items to rob the tomb in the mountains. Before the rush came out, I said to the girl: "Sister, we want to buy candles, and we also need two pounds of good white paper, strings, matches, and candy cubes."

The girl could understand and immediately took out the things I wanted one by one according to the quantity. The fat man beside me added for me: "I said sister, you should also give good candles. We don't want them if you are not famous brands."

The girl thought the fat man was happy with her, and said a little angrily: "You are a knives? Who does it take for you to buy candles and depends on the brand?"

At this time, the old shopkeeper opened his eyes and rubbed the iron ball in his hand and said to the girl: "Young sister, this guy is all foreign distinguished guests, so don't be rude."

When I saw the old shopkeeper woke up, I thought that the girl was so young, not like she was from "Hongwo Mountain". Although the old shopkeeper was old, he was not stupid and spoke well. Maybe he was a big expert in "Hongwo Mountain". I asked him a question: "Old shopkeeper, I plan to exchange some licensed goods with you, but I wonder if there are any ready-made ones?"

The old shopkeeper said quietly: "Everything is placed on the cabinet. If the customer wants, please ask the youngest girl to buy it."

I thought to myself that the old shopkeeper was deliberately pretending to be stupid to me, and he intended to express his original intention with a code incision. But I just heard my grandfather Hu Guohua talk about some of them. Most of them were incisions of back-and-fighting, but I was not very familiar with the common "Shan Jing Lip Classic". Although I know a few words, I can't speak well and can't find a suitable statement for a while, but I can't ask directly, so as not to be regarded as an "outsider". I quickly winked at Shirley Yang and asked her to talk to him.

Shirley Yang nodded and understood, and walked forward, saying to the old shopkeeper intentionally or unintentionally: "When passing the mountain, I looked up and saw a golden card on the mountain; behind the golden card, the silver card, the rows are all bee-shaped heads."

The old shopkeeper suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this, looked Shirley Yang up and down, as if he didn't believe that he could say this from her. He thought he had heard it wrong, and immediately started to move the "Shan Jing" and asked, "A mirror and two mountains are reflected, and the golden wind blows all over his face; I don't know where to pass Fengshan and recognize the gold and silver bee-like card?"

Shirley Yang blurted out without thinking, and replied: "The kite in the wind follows the mountain, and rushes the horse and whips the journey; don't be surprised if the team is not in a row, don't worry about being polite."

The old shopkeeper looked even more surprised and asked again: "On the mountain? Why did you come from?"

Shirley Yang said: "I don't go up or down, I want to ask for a bee box."

The old shopkeeper stroked his beard and nodded slightly, but he might still be a little worried and continued to ask: "You are so happy to see the beekeeper, but it is hard to invite the bee box. I wonder what kind of actions will you do if you invite it?"

Shirley Yang refused to reveal his whereabouts easily, and said: "Tea keeps famous mountain guests, and the door welcomes guests from all over the mountains. They are all people in the mountains, why bother asking about the root seedlings?"

The old shopkeeper slapped his thigh, stood up from the bamboo chair, and praised: "It's reasonable. I haven't heard anyone say so brightly in the past few decades. Younger sister, please invite the guests to the inner room."

Shirley Yang and the old shopkeeper's answer, I can still understand the general meaning. Fatty and Master Sun Jiu were falling into the fog for five miles, not knowing what he was. Fatty was listening to the left ear and his right ear was bored, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. Only Professor Sun was stunned and was stunned on the spot. When we all entered the inner room, he heard him talking to himself behind him: "It's all slandering words about grinding mushrooms!"

We followed the old shopkeeper and the youngest girl into the inner room. Behind his shop was a two-story wooden building, which were all places for daily living, but did not lead us to the living room, but took us to the basement.

The basement is like a handmade workshop. There are four or five sand wheels inside. The walls are covered with hidden weapons such as "sleeves, darts, hand-swinging nails, flying tiger claws". There are all kinds of equipment, and there are everything you have seen before. We can't even call some of the things we have, let alone how to use them.

Professor Sun grabbed me from behind and asked what was going on? What was the wooden box hanging at the door of the store? What is Fengwo Mountain? Why did he say a few slander and bring us here?

I said, Master Jiu, you really should study hard. I guess you have lost the title of professor, so you don’t know that the world is so prosperous? People don’t need to learn, so they have to live until they are old. There are many problems if they don’t learn for a day, and they go downhill if they don’t learn for two days, and they can’t live for three days. How can this last long?

Professor Sun said: "Stop kidding, I don't want to take my old job, but where can I learn these tricks? What medicine do they sell in this gourd?"

I had to briefly explain to him that since ancient times, there have been many violations of the forbidden activities, so all walks of life have their own code words, which is the so-called "jnaph" now. However, the lines are like mountains. In order to facilitate widespread communication, a common large incision was created in the seventy-two lines, called "Shan Jing".

"Hongwo Mountain" is a craftsman who specializes in making various "selling tools". However, hidden weapons have been banned from ancient times and are more dangerous than controlling knives. No one has ever opened a shop to sell them openly, but they are all secretly traded. A black wooden box is hung in front of the shop, and it is full of holes. They are all shot out when testing hidden weapons. They are hung in front of the door. People with a clear eye who knows how to know the shop at a glance. They can be sold in jargon after entering. If you don't understand the situation, one is that you can't see the tricks, and the other is that no matter how much money you can spend, no one is willing to sell you real things.

I explained it to Professor Sun, and then went to talk to the old shopkeeper. It turned out that Manager Li was from Baoding Prefecture, Hebei Province. Baoding Prefecture is a famous martial arts hometown. Manager Li's family has been skilled craftsmen in "Hongwo Mountain" for generations, and he was a master of all kinds of skillful equipment. After the July 7 Incident, the Sino-Japanese War broke out in full swing. Manager Li fled to Sichuan, hid his name, put on a pseudonym, opened a shop to sell groceries, but actually wanted to be his old business.

However, after liberation, these crafts and mountain scriptures were gradually lost. The Zhangfa market had not been opened on hidden weapons for decades. They still hang wooden boxes in front of the door, which was completely out of the nostalgic act of "thinking horses when seeing the saddle, thinking of people when seeing things". Unexpectedly, guests could still recognize the "bee" sign. Fortunately, the guys in those days were still there.

This time, our team of people entered Sichuan, except for the engineer shovel, and did not even dare to bring any sharp weapons around them. They entered the depths of Wushan with empty fists to find the ancient tomb. They were inevitably a little thin in their hands. But when they saw the "bee" sign in this small town, they naturally had to buy some equipment that was good. We chose a few. Nowadays, no one can use sleeve arrow darts, so they just wanted to find some sharp weapons with blades to defend themselves.

The old shopkeeper has the "Emei Thorn" here, which is short and sharp, and is made of fine steel and easy to carry. So each person chose a hidden man on his body. The fat man had the only "Jingzhu Quick-Student". This thing has a range that is not as good as a rifle, but a box of forty-two "Students" is all for continuous speed arrows. It can shoot armor within dozens of steps when fired. Only the skilled craftsmen in "Hongwo Mountain" can make such sharp equipment.

The fat man asked, "Old shopkeeper, you are so complete. I'm so tired of my eyes. I don't know which one is the treasure of the mountain? It's good to take it out for us to see it."

The old shopkeeper laughed and said, "I really don't dare to say something about the treasure of the mountain, but there is a very exquisite equipment, which is my lifelong masterpiece. I stay here for many years and rust. It should not be its destination. I just don't know if you are interested in it. Dele, let's take a look first, heroes, please take a look..." As he said that, he opened a lying box, there was something inside, which was wrapped in several layers of brocade. When he opened the brocade, the fat man and I exclaimed at the same time: "Golden steel umbrella!"
Chapter completed!