Chongxi interrupted and said, "We have dealt with this character, not the kind of vague and vague!" When Aunt Fen heard that he was a real person and could be comparable to my father's ability, he immediately became interested: "Tell us about him quickly!" I took a puff of cigarettes and said, "It's a long story. This is a hundred-year-old long-lived old man introduced to us. There is a very long story..." Uncle Zhang is a person who loves to listen to stories, especially the deeds of such great gods. However, at this time, Uncle Zhang waved his hand and said, "Don't talk first, let's find a quieter place and eat while talking! I've long wanted to have a good chat with you young people, keeping pace with the times, I have to pretend to be young!" We looked at Aunt Fen, and then looked at Uncle Zhang, and smiled badly! Aunt Fen ticked my head and said, "Bad boy, a bad idea in the blink of an eye!"

A few of us got into Uncle Zhang's luxury car and came to a restaurant. It was a game restaurant. I forgot what it was called. As soon as we entered the yard, there were peach trees, and there were bungalows and elegant rooms, which were designed by the mountain village. It was indeed very quiet. Ordered dishes, poured wine, and stopped talking about the meal. After the table was served, I talked about the search for Mr. Chen and the incense of Master Liu. (See Chapters 15 to 19 of the second volume of the book). Aunt Fen, Uncle Zhang and Xiaobaihua were fascinated by it. Uncle Zhang asked, "Do you still keep those three burned incense?" The three of us shook our heads and said that when Mr. Liu appeared, no one cared about the incense, and had long been left in that hotel.

Aunt Fen sighed and said, "Young people do things without getting old. You can keep them as a souvenir. You really have to forget the fish!" Xiaobaihua poked me and asked in a low voice, "What is a zi?" Unexpectedly, although this was small, Aunt Fen heard it, and laughed, with a happy face. We all felt a little confused. Later, we realized that Uncle Zhang knew Aunt Fen and started catching loaches. During the earthquake, Aunt Fen was pulled away by a small truck. By chance, she met Uncle Zhang and fell in love with Uncle Zhang. That was the first love of a girl, and it was always the happiest! I don't need to say deeply about this, you should understand it! What's more, Aunt Fen was a ghost who has been transformed into a ghost for thirty years. It can be regarded as a dependence on life and death, and she sacrificed her life to save her sweetheart. Now she resurrected herself by a corpse and finally got married. This love of life and death is really enviable!

Uncle Zhang laughed and said to us: "You are among these young people! Haha!" As he said that, he laughed sincerely. I think he remembered some of his past events when he was young. Uncle Zhang laughed again and then explained to us...

"The zi is a fishing tool. In ancient times, the tool for catching fish was called the zi, and the tool for catching hares was called the hoof, which was the hoof of a donkey. As for what it looked like, it was roughly the same as a basket. Today we can see from the shape of the traditional Chinese character "Zhe". "Zhe" was originally a single person with a buckled basket, because ancient people believed that this thing almost didn't have to work. As long as it was in the water, there could be fish to eat at night. For people in ancient times, this was a satisfactory. Later, when the agricultural exhibition was held, the harvest of more crops was satisfactory, so it was changed to be next to the Hemu!" Uncle Zhang explained while drinking.

I thought to myself that the college students back then were really different from the college students today. I can’t accept the profoundness of this knowledge! If I were to change this, hehe, I won’t say it anymore.

Aunt Fen spread her hands and made a quiet gesture for everyone, saying, "We will do this. We will divide the troops into three groups, and go to inquire about the location of Bianjia Fen, and start from Bianjia Fen. We will look for the highlands where duds are left. Start with the itinerary of Mr. Chen and this god. We will investigate the number of bridges on the river! Keep the phone open at any time!" Uncle Zhang interrupted and said, "You only have one car now, and I will get you two more, one of which is off-road. After all, looking for it along the river, the dirt road is rugged..."

Early the next morning, we were divided into three groups. Xiao Baihua and I were responsible for finding the location of the Bian family’s tomb. Chongxi was responsible for the bridge. Lin Feng’s hometown was here. He was more familiar with us and was responsible for finding that highland.

After the separation, I sat in the car and turned on my phone. The map software on the phone created quite good convenience for me. We first looked for a nearby village with the word "Bian" on the map, found a Bianjia Shop, and drove there with hope. When we got there, we found that the so-called Bianjia Shop was 8 miles away from Yahong Bridge! It was impossible to bury the ancestral tomb so far. We asked the local fellow villagers if there were any other Bianjia villages. We asked all the way. A businessman told me that a village with more than ten miles east was named Bianjia Village.

However, this was already very important news for us, so we drove to the place that the fellow villager mentioned. When we entered the village, the ancestral tomb of this village was outside the village! It was not close to the water at all! I fell down in an instant. It was around 9 o'clock in the morning, and an old lady basking in the sun was on the big rocks on the dirt roadside in the countryside. When the old lady saw us having a child, she asked, "You two children are not from this village, right? Whose relatives are there, can't find a Taoer?"

I hurried forward and explained our purpose to the old lady, saying that we were looking for this village of the border. After hearing what I said, the old lady thought for a moment, then said, "It turned out that there was a border village in Yahongqiao. Now I know that there are not many people in this village, so I have to ask the old lady. It seems that it is in the northwest of Yahongqiao Town, and it is too long to remember it!"

I heard the old lady say this, and I thought it was right! Dashou’s affairs here were in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, which means two or three hundred years have passed! If this is the case, the village formed by the children here has been around for a hundred years! I don’t know whether it is there or not. Even if it is really there, no one must know that this is the Bianjia Village of Bian Dashou! I really have to ask the old man, maybe it is really possible!

So we drove straight to the northwest of Yahong Bridge. After inquiring, it was called Gaoqiao, which was indeed 8 miles away from Yahong Bridge, but in fact it was not the scope of Yahong Bridge. It was just that today's economic exhibition, and the buildings on both sides were connected together, so I couldn't tell that this place was outside Yahong Bridge. While I asked an uncle, I thought that the village should be nearby! At this time, the uncle said "Hey?" and I thought he remembered something, so I quickly looked up at him and asked, "Are there any representative buildings or buildings in Yahong Bridge in the past?" Unexpectedly, he looked at me carefully and said, "This, go to the bus station to inquire! By the way! You are from the Metaphysical Museum on TV?! Hehehe!" As he said that, he took out his cell phone and had to take a photo with me!

After we got out, we drove to the bus station again. We visited many residents near the bus station. Finally, we learned from the old man in a resident's house that Bianzhuangzi had already changed its name. In the past, the village was very small, and only five villages formed a brigade. Let me go to the South Outer Ring Road to inquire.

In this way, we found the neighborhood of the South Outer Ring Road and found the people from the Bian family. When we asked, the ancestral tomb was not by the river at all. There was no progress in the day! Looking at the time, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. Helplessly, Xiao Baihua and I drove back to the Metaphysical Museum.

When I returned to the Metaphysical Museum, Chongxi told me that there were two bridges nearby. I saw that they were all cement bridges, which were obviously not many years old! Lin Feng came back at the latest and looked tired when he entered the door. He told everyone that he drove dozens of kilometers of dirt roads. The highest terrain on both sides of the river was the Hedao, which was seven or eight meters high. The rest were the Hetao flat land alluvialized by the water in the past. Along the way, two cemeteries near the waterside were found. When I inquired, they were all Yidi, not ancestral tombs at all. The clues were completely broken!

Everyone was very disappointed. Xiao Baihua looked disappointed and worried when she saw me. After dinner, Xiao Baihua and I returned home, and turned on the computer in boredom. There was no information on Baidu.

On a website, I saw information about the history of Yahongqiao. It was a blog with no contact information on it. I immediately registered that blog and left a message to the other party. Soon the other party replied to the information. It seemed that the other party was also a diligent person. They exchanged WeChat and added friends. The other party told me that the article was reposted, and the original text came from Wuzhong Forum. A glimmer of dawn flashed in my mind. I immediately asked the person for the link URL of Wuzhong Forum.

However, the other party told me that the Wuzhong Forum has been closed due to the escalation of the debate among some literary friends. However, he provided some information about the original author, who was a literary and historical expert who had been silently working for more than ten years for the ancient and modern history of Yahongqiao, but unfortunately he did not have his contact information.

Turn off the computer and looked back. Xiao Baihua was lying on my shoulder at this time, with her upper eyelids on her lower eyelids. It seemed that she was so sleepy. Looking up, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. I had been busy all day today, and Xiao Baihua was really tired. Don't expect me to carry her to the bed. It's almost as if she was holding me. I patted her and asked her to sleep first, and I called Uncle Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, I just learned some information from a netizen..." I told Uncle Zhang what the netizen told me, and focused on the literary and historical expert. Uncle Zhang pondered for a moment and said, "I have heard of the person you are talking about. It should not be from Yahongqiao, but it seems to be from the Yang family in the north. You don't have to worry about it, I'll find a way to find it!"

The next afternoon, I received a call from Uncle Zhang, saying that the expert had found it, but the other party was very busy and was running for some local ancient inscriptions and calligraphy. Uncle Zhang told me that we could only see it halfway, so let's not delay and go there quickly.

We got on the bus immediately and followed Uncle Zhang to visit. After meeting the old expert, we heard that it was the younger generation who came to ask about the cultural and historical affairs of Yahongqiao. The old man was very enthusiastic and introduced the ancient and modern history of Yahongqiao in detail. (The following narrative is quoted from the relevant articles of Mr. Zhang Zhenjiang, a literary and historical expert, and has slightly changed - author's note)

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!