The drive from Hong County was first driven by more than 20 kilometers of national highway, and then we entered a very difficult mountain road. There were slopes on the side of the mountain. The road surface was pretty good. It was a cement board road that had been newly built for less than two years, but you had to cheer up when driving.

After more than three hours, the two cars entered a gentle area. Not far ahead was a tributary of the Yangtze River. Yu Wangcheng said that following the tributary was only a few miles away, and the river began to flow into the main waterway of the Yangtze River.

Just a hundred meters away from the shore, there is a village that looks very old. There are about 30 houses, arranged in a scattered manner along the mountains.

Yu Wangcheng said that this is the last village in Shanshe. Now there are not many people left in the village, with only more than 100 people, most of whom are old and left-behind children, and most of them are already working outside.

After arriving at the village of Shanshe, they did not rush to enter the village to understand the situation. Wang Zan said that they could see if they could find the washed-out ancient tomb first, but it would probably be a bit difficult, because the woman in the coffin had a broken head, which would definitely be a sudden death. No matter where they were, there was such a custom that people who died would not be buried in the ancestral tomb, for fear of rushing to the family's fortune, they were basically buried separately.

Wang Zan and the others followed the riverbed and searched from top to bottom. Since the coffin was washed out from the tomb, the tomb must be close to the river bank. However, it may be because it is too old, the tomb will definitely not be visible, and the people in the village may not remember things for such a long time.

After searching for more than ten minutes, Cao Yang pointed to a shore and said, "There are obvious signs of being washed by the water flow here."

Yu Wangcheng looked at it and nodded and said, "Half a month ago, there was a lot of water here. The water was still very strong at that time. It had already spread to the nearby farmland. It took four or five days to retreat. According to your speculation, this place was really washed away by water."

Everyone came to the near the washed-out riverbed. The traces here were indeed very obvious. The soil on the shore was very loose, and even the roots were exposed in the place where trees were planted. There was also a hole that was half buried by the soil, and there were obviously some broken pots inside.

"This should be a burial object..." Zhou Zhenming bent down and reached out to take out a few broken tiles. After looking at it for a while, he said: "It looks a bit like a Jiajing period. It looks like a tomb, so I have to dig it up and see."

More than half an hour later, several people dug open the entrance of the tomb together. The grave was not big, it was a single tomb, and the burial objects were ordinary and had no value. It was probably because the conditions of this family were also very ordinary.

There was basically nothing in the grave except these ordinary burial objects. However, Wang Zan picked up a stone tablet from it, which was probably bigger than a palm, and there were obviously some handwritings printed on it, all in traditional Chinese.

"This stone plaque is probably similar to a tombstone. After all, a person who died suddenly cannot erect a monument in front of the tomb. However, if there is no monument, it will become a masterless tomb. Later generations may not know how to pay tribute to the tribute in the future, so they used a stone plaque instead. The two names above are the two dead..."

The arrangement of the names on this stone plaque is the same as that of a normal tombstone, but the slight difference is that the female name is above and the male name is below, which roughly means that a man has married into a woman's house, mainly women.

"Lan Qiongying, Lan Fan?" Yu Wangcheng glanced at him and muttered softly.

Zhou Mingzhen immediately asked, "Lan is a big surname among the She people, so is Shanshe?"

Yu Wangcheng nodded and said, "Yes, about half of the mountain and she here are named Lan, and there are records in the places."

This tomb is probably where the coffin is buried. Wang Zan and the others came here to determine which woman's home was so that they could choose to wait for the rabbit. Otherwise, there would be more than 100 people in the village, and it would be impossible for them to stay from house to house.

At that moment, they returned from the river bank, and Yu Wangcheng found the village chief.

The village chief is considered semi-officially recognized. After all, Shanshe is an ethnic minority and has a very small population. It is not suitable for outsiders to manage them, so the elderly in the village have to be the ones.

Cao Yang and the others met with each other, after chatting for a few words, they went straight to the topic and asked: "In your village, how many people with the surname Lan are now in the village, counting the age, young, male and female."

"Sixteen people, the rest are all in the city," said the village chief.

There are not too many sixteen people, and if there are too many, you may have no time to take care of them. Zhou Mingshen then asked: "How much do you know about your Shanshe marriage?"

The village chief was stunned for a moment, then thought about how long it took to say, "I don't know much, that's the custom of the past, and I'm basically not sure after liberation. After all, now there is a society ruled by law, and no one will do that, which is not up to the point."

The souls that are matched elsewhere are just looking for two people of similar age and dead. To be honest, the customs in Shanshe can be said to be inhumane. This is just fine when the legal system was not sound in the past. In this society, if you do this, it will be considered murder.

The village chief continued, "I heard from my father that if a girl in the tribe dies, she will find a man from the yin year and the month of the yin to marry, and then marry into her husband. When the marriage is matched, the woman is covered with a red veil on her head, and she can't die for more than seven days, otherwise she will not be worthy. Then she will put a bowl of water and pierce the index fingers of the two, dripping blood into the bowl. When the corpse is drunk, she will basically be married. When she is waiting for the burial, she will prepare a coffin for them, first put the corpse down, then tie the people's hands and feet, and her eyes are covered with black cloth. In the end, both of them have to tie their hands and feet with a red string..."

When the village chief said that, even Wang Zan and Zhou Zhenming couldn't help but get goose bumps, their scalp was numb, and Zhang Jingwen's face turned pale when she heard it. She was really careless in doing such things.

"Now there is nothing, really. This kind of thing has not happened in our village in recent decades." The village chief seemed to see that the people looked wrong, so he hurriedly waved his hands to explain.

Zhou Mingzhen frowned and asked, "As far as you know, when was the last time you married here? Do you have any impressions?"

"I really know this, it's just that my ancestors have had this time."

Wang Zan and Zhou Mingzhen's eyes lit up suddenly. It would be an accident if they could find the real owner.
Chapter completed!