"What's there?" Zhou Jiping asked, while walking towards Elder Muba curiously with Elder Muba.
Under the light, Zhou Jiping saw a stone platform built with gravel stones on the ground. There were some rough pots on the stone platform, and under the stone platform, there were piles of broken porcelain pieces piled up in a mess.
Since the lights mainly shine above the stone platform, Zhou Jiping didn't pay much attention to these things.
"What is this?" Zhou Jiping pointed to these pots and asked Elder Muba to point to the clay pots.
"This is the ashes of ancestors. The ancestors once left a message: 'I hope their descendants can bring their ashes back to their hometown, and their hometown is where the sun rises'" Elder Muba looked up to Zhou Jiping
Explained that the face in the shadow presents a kind of vicissitudes of time
The hometown is hard to leave! Zhou Jiping understands the thoughts of these invaded crew members. Since ancient times, China has paid attention to returning to its roots. Although their people will stay here forever, they still have to keep their ashes after death, hoping to return to their hometown one day
When you think about it carefully, this bleak homesickness makes people feel sad
However, how did they use such rough clay pots to hold ashes? China is a big country that produces porcelain. Isn’t this a bit embarrassing? Zhou Jiping was suspicious and reached out and gently touched the gray-black clay pot. It felt very rough when he bought it.
, In some places, it is not even very round, but when you weigh it with your hands, it looks quite substantial
When he was holding the pottery jar with his hand, Zhou Jiping was already standing in front of the stone platform, and there was a pile of messy things under his feet. Only then did he notice that there was some white reflection among these things.
If the gravel table is equivalent to an altar, then the things under the table should be tributes! I wonder if there is anything good here? Thinking of this, Zhou Jiping gently put the pottery jar and then squatted down to check it out.
This messy stuff
Broken porcelain pieces, broken porcelain bowls, iron tools that cannot be distinguished from rust, and wood blocks that will be decayed when touched... What are these? There is no such thing as useful, and the few white spots he saw just now
Reflection is reflected from the part of these broken porcelain pieces that are not blocked by dust.
"This is all discovered by Bushman's fisherman from the sea for many years. Because he believed that these were the relics of his ancestors, he was sent here." Elder Muba explained to Zhou Jiping on the side.
"Oh--" Zhou Jiping suddenly realized that he was so stupid that he was so stupid. He was too late to escape with his bare hands in Shanghai. Who would hold those exquisite and fragile porcelain? These rough clay pots should be
These in distressed crew members made specially on the East African continent during their lifetime, and they should have used local clay. In addition, the crew members are not experts in pottery making, so it would be good to be able to make these pottery jars for placing their ashes.
Although these clay pots are rough, the quality is still good. At least from the current situation, these clay pots have not been damaged for hundreds of years. This explains the problem very well. As for the messy things under your feet, they have been clothed.
The Sumans have picked up many times. If there are good things, they will definitely not pick up the remaining ones in this pile of rags. It is purely a waste of feelings.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jiping slowly stood up
"Chief, look, what is this?" Duka held up the emergency light and pointed to the upper left of the stone wall and said that he would pay attention to these tangible things. Some of the mottled imprints on the wall did not attract Zhou Jiping's attention.
But what is this? Large pieces, like stains, or smoky traces... chart!
Zhou Jiping's heart jumped up again, it was actually a rough drawing! And even though he was old and even if the person who drew this picture was not very skilled, Zhou Jiping, who was quite familiar with the map, could still be very quick.
Recognize it
I took a closer look and saw Malacca, Indian Ocean, Red Sea, East Africa coast... all of them were there! However, although the pigments used for drawing were also made of resin coloring materials, the area of this picture is relatively large, and it has been many years.
The erosion of the sea breeze and humid air on the map is relatively large. Many places have lost their original appearance. The stone walls with peeling off the pigments are exposed one by one, making people sigh at the ruthlessness of the years.
On the left side of the stone platform... there should be a stone platform on the right side! Zhou Jiping snatched the emergency light from Duka and shone it to the right side of the stone platform. Sure enough! On the stone wall on the right, the mottled pigment was actually made of
A picture of a Zheng He treasure ship!
Obviously, these paintings were all drawn by the same person. Although this person's painting skills are average, whether it is a map or a treasure ship, the drawings are not satisfactory, but this person accurately expresses the momentum of Zheng He's treasure ship and the outline of the chart.
Even though time has passed by hundreds of years, Zhou Jiping still realized the strong strength of China's navigation in the Ming Dynasty.
Looking at the "posthumous works" of the crew members who fell into troubled six hundred years ago, Zhou Jiping sighed in his heart - six hundred years, these Chinese crew members who left here left behind in the past have nothing to prove that they have come.
After this, of course, it may still be in the blood of the Bushman and Damon people, and some genes from distant continents were left behind. But what can this be done? In the past, they were not only staying in this cave like primitive people, but they hoped to
The ship from my hometown could come to pick them up... but they were waiting for death, but they couldn't wait
As a result, Zhou Jiping also sadly thought about whether he would be like them, and could only leave some mottled paintings on the wall, and then wait for his death to let future generations put their ashes in the same rough ones.
In the pottery jar? Then wait for later people to send their souls to the other side of the sea?
Zhou Jiping's mood had just subsided, but in just a moment he woke up: No, my life is in my place, not in the sky! As long as he is alive, he cannot bow his head, and would rather be the one who sent these in distressed crew back to his country, than
Become the one who lets future generations send their ashes home
Thinking of this, Zhou Jiping's back, which had just become depressed, became straighter in an instant. The natural aura that was revealed in every move even Elder Muba and others who were in the darkness next to him could feel it
Although they didn't understand why Zhou Jiping's emotions changed so much in a short period of time, they instinctively felt convinced by Zhou Jiping's natural momentum. This was an instinctive feeling, just like it was necessary