Ma Baoguo was summoned by an urgent call from his senior brother to Guanzhong - a Tang tomb was unearthed. The door of the tomb was opened wide, and thirty-seven boxes of Wuliangye were dug out of the burial pit.
When he arrived, the senior brother was already lying down, and he held his wrist: "Baoguo, there are... Young people in this tomb, who don't have martial ethics."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Xiaochuan rolled out of the robbery hole.
He just woke up, the back of his head was swollen, and the first thing he said when he opened his mouth was: "Where is this? The money my brother owes is none of my business?"
No one knew that something penetrated his body at that moment.
The thing claimed to be Li, a captain of the Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. He slept for thirteen hundred years, and when he woke up, he found that his soul was in the shell of a tough-talking young man. He called Sun Xiaochuan "Host", and Sun Xiaochuan called him "Lao Deng".
Lao Deng said that he had sealed the tomb back then, and the people inside told him to close his eyes and leave. Sun Xiaochuan said, then you go.
Lao Deng was silent for a moment.
"I can only move my mouth now."
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The archaeological team blocked the entrance to the mountain, half of the cave collapsed, and Wuliangye flowed into a river in the tomb. Sun Xiaochuan quarreled with an old man from the Tang Dynasty in the dark, stumbling to find gold.
There was a copper box underneath thirty-seven cases of wine.
Lao Deng said: Open it.
Sun Xiaochuan said: Why?
Lao Deng was silent for a long time, and his voice suddenly became low.
"... That is my daughter's dowry."
The bronze box was opened, and the silk book inside was shattered into powder.
Lao Deng said no more.
Sun Xiaochuan put the empty box into his arms, squatted at the entrance of the burglar's cave and lit a cigarette.
"Lao Deng," he said, "there's no shame in crying."
