Wenwen's mother walked out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in her hand and shouted, "You have a small neck to keep your stomach, I'll eat it at home tonight. I'll stew pig's trotters for you!"

Before I could speak, Wenwen's father snatched the words: "Don't interrupt all the time, wives! Didn't you see that we were studying antiques?"

Wenwen's mother's face gradually became gloomy. She raised her kitchen knife and said, "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything. Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

Hearing this, Wenwen's mother put down the kitchen knife, cursed and went into the kitchen again.

Wenwen's father immediately said, "Xiao Xiang, I usually don't have any knowledge of women."

I thought to myself that you are just a rake in your ears, so there is no need to quibble.

My thoughts were interrupted by Wenwen's mother, and I continued to carefully look at the "human head jar" in the brocade box.

"What did you see? I asked the museum experts to identify this thing last year. The experts said it was not too old and said that there was no such instrument shape in ancient times, and it was a hysterical product."

"Uncle, do you believe me or experts?"

"Xiao Xiang, my Wenwen said you are a real master! I must believe you."

I nodded and frowned, "This thing is very old, at least a few hundred years old."

In antique business, eye strength is the focus, but in addition to eye strength, it also requires courage!

Some experts have never seen something of a certain type in their lives, but they dare not recognize it when they suddenly see it one day. I am different. Old things have charm. I believe that this "human-headed jar" is a special cultural relic.

"Uncle, can I get started?"

"sure."

I carefully picked up the thing out of the box and felt cold when I started. The material should be pottery.

As the name suggests, the human head is a human head, made of black pottery, and the facial features are lifelike. There is a bald head on the top of the head, and a strand of hair is carved from the back of the head. A trunk lid is made on the cover of Tianling. When you gently lift it with your hand, you open your head, looking extremely awkward and weird.

Think about it, who in ancient times used this kind of thing every day? What was it used to hold?

There is a line that says "Raise your skull", and this thing may be the prototype.

Before I looked at it, I thought it would be something like the terracotta warriors, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

Wenwen’s father asked me: “Xiaoxiang, what do you think this thing is for?”

Where did I know?

But I didn't want to lose face, so I said, "This thing... might have been used by ancient people to make melon seed skins."

"Put the skin of melon seeds?"

I nodded: "Yes, put on melon seed skin, just use it like this."

I sat on a chair to demonstrate, clamped the human head jar with my legs, opened the lid, and did a set of cracking melon seeds, which was very convenient.

"Uncle, how did you get this thing?"

Wenwen's father said oh, recalling: "Two years ago, that Sunday, at around 5 o'clock in the morning, I went to the antique market to visit the morning market. I saw that Lao Xiong's stall had such a thing on the market, so I spent 3,000 yuan to buy it."

"Where did the old bear get this thing?" I asked.

Wenwen's father shook his head and couldn't explain clearly, but he hurriedly said, "Old Xiong is still setting up a stall in the antique market, not far away. Why don't we go and have a walk around? Just ask him clearly."

Things I don’t know must have a big background!

I was eager to figure out what this man-head can is for, so I went to the antique market with Wenwen's father to find the seller named Xiong.

In my early years, there was an antique market in Kangding. It was a vegetable market, half selling vegetables and half selling antiques. I remember that I could see the Zheduo River from the market. On the dirt roads along the river, there were old men and women selling mushrooms on stalls.

After entering the market, Wenwen's father led me around and he suddenly shouted: "Old Bear! Why did you close the stall so early today!"

This old bear is in his fifties, has a big belly like a pregnant woman, has a shaved face and looks like a rough man with an unkempt appearance.

"Lao Wang, why are you here for a while? It's getting colder and colder this day. No one buys anything. It's better to close the stall early and go home to sleep."

I glanced at this old bear stall and there was no real thing, all of them were fake, such as fake turquoise necklace rings, fake coral bracelets, various fake Tibetan cultural relics, etc. It is estimated that everything was added up, and the purchase price was no more than 500 yuan. How did this kind of insignificant stall get the can of humans?

Wenwen's father said, "Don't be busy closing the stalls first. I asked you something. I bought a personal can from you two years ago. Do you still remember it? It cost 3,000 yuan."

"Cao, do you want to return the goods? It's been two years, but I can't return it."

"If you don't return the goods, I'll just ask you where the human head can comes from, did you collect or pick it up."

"Picked up? Just kidding! Go and pick one for me to see!" Old Xiong put his hands in the sleeve of his coat and glared: "I bought that thing from a descendant of Guozhuang for 2,800 yuan! At that time, I was eager to use money, so I earned you two hundred!"

I heard a word, "Descendants of Guozhuang".

It feels a bit familiar, but I can't remember it for a moment.

Wenwen's father handed the cigarette to Lao Xiong and asked which pot shop it was.

Old Xiong smoked when he received the cigarette, and his ten fingers were wrapped with white tape. It was probably cracked in winter.

Lao Xiong took a deep breath and spit out his smoke: "The things were sold by descendants of Baojia Guozhuang from Luosburg. There are so many good things in their family, but we don't have the money to collect them."

"By the way, Lao Wang, I'll sell you the human head can with words on it, do you know?"

Wenwen's father was surprised and said, "There are words? What words? It's impossible. I didn't see words."

The old bear grinned and said with a smile: "So you don't know yet. There is a word on the back of the can of the human head. You can find a bucket tonight, soak it in water, and you can see it with a flashlight."

"Okay, I know so much. The woman is waiting for me to go home for dinner and will be chatting the other day."

Lao Xiong closed the stall and left, and we went back too. Wen Wen’s father left very quickly. It seemed that he was eager to try what Lao Xiong said and walked side by side. I asked him casually about Guozhuang.

Wenwen's father explained it and I suddenly realized it.

People from other places may not understand, but I believe that Kangding’s friends must know a little, right?

During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Kangding was also called the Dajianlu, which was a must-pass place for the ancient Tea-Horse Road! At that time, a large number of tea merchants and horse merchants passed by this place every year. Over time, some local people opened inns, but locals did not call inns, but Guozhuang.

With the development of time, these Guozhuangs have accumulated a lot of wealth, and the number has also grown from the earliest 4 to 48. This is the famous "Kangding 48 Guozhuang".

By the mid-Qing Dynasty, these Guozhuangs were no longer simply opening inns. They had their own horse teams and reselled a large number of goods. Many travelers who ran the ancient tea and horse roads came here and simply sold the goods to a certain Guozhuang, and they took the money home.

Therefore, these 48 Guozhuangs can be regarded as the Kangding version of Qiao Family Courtyard, and every family is rich.

But even if they have money, they are still exploited by the local toast king.

The King of Tusi was the local emperor recognized by the Qing regime. There is a rumor in the local area that he didn't know the true or false, saying that the King of Tusi was young and said that the King of Tusi was young. Among the 48 Guozhuangs, there were more than 800 girls who were harmed by the King of Tusi! I think this number is exaggerated, but it must be quite a lot.

Finally, in the Republic of China period, with the collapse of the Qing Dynasty, the chieftain system and 48 Guozhuangs all disappeared in the long river of history.

Lao Xiong said that he bought the Rentou Can from a descendant of a certain Guozhuang. I think it is very likely. Maybe the Rentou Can is the collection of a certain owner of the manor back then. It was sold by his descendants and finally fell into the hands of Wenwen's father.

One hour later.

"Okay, I know, I won't go back tonight and stay outside."

"Don't worry, our goods are very safe. Now I'm waiting for Liu Yuanning to reply to me."

"I called Xiaoxiang, come in and have dinner, and it's all done!"

"Auntie, you're so polite, why am I so embarrassed?"

Wenwen's mother smiled and said, "Men from Northeast China, what's the embarrassment? Eat quickly, don't be polite."

All the talk has come to this point, and I can't embarrass the Northeastern man. I catch the pig's trotters and chew them in big mouths.

The mushrooms and pig trotters are stewed with a scent, and the mouth is full of fragrance.

Wenwen's mother smiled. As for Wenwen, she held a small bowl of rice the size of a palm and was biting chopsticks there to watch me chew.

I was just eating it deliciously, but suddenly I heard Wenwen’s father shouting: “Little necklace! Stop eating! Come and see! It really has words!”

"No, I'm going to finish eating!"

Wen's mother was dissatisfied and scolded loudly: "My son, I might throw away all your rags one day!"

"Don't be angry, auntie, I'm so hot, I'll eat later."

When he ran over, he saw Wenwen's father squatting on the bathroom floor, and the man-head can was soaked in a bucket. He shone it with a flashlight and saw that there were words on the lid of the man-head can!

It's amazing. After thinking about it, I think it might have been written with some special pigment in ancient times. In the past, similar methods were used to transmit secret letters in wars.

"Xiaoxiang, my eyes are not very good. Look at what they are written."

I tried to recite: "If you want to break the silver, the old customs of Xia, it will be limited to three days. Those who violate the violation will not be killed. God will give etiquette and law to the fourth year of Yanzuo."

After reading it, I was stunned.

I know what this human head can is.
Chapter completed!