Chapter 120 Don’t Bully the Mountains but the Water (Part 1)

The fat man smiled and said: "Yang Shen, I have always regarded you as a smart person, but I found that you are really not on the same level as Commander Hu. When I think about you living with him in the future, I have to worry about you. With your kind of With his impeccable reputation and deep belief in American values, it is impossible for you to find out what tricks he is playing with you. Based on my understanding of him over the years, is he Hu Bayi a vegetarian and a believer? No, he can It’s not a fuel-saving lamp. This kid is full of contemporary fantasy. If he could pick up the golden talisman, I would be willing to rip off his head and let you play it as a ball. If he hangs the golden talisman around his ankle, can he wash his hands in a golden basin? Even if I have washed my hands and feet, I haven’t washed them yet…”

I secretly scolded Fatty Wang for not opening any pot, specifically to ruin the law-abiding image I had finally established in Shirley Yang's mind. Shirley Yang may not be aware of this, but he was just trying to save me some face. It’s just an announcement. Why do you have to talk so much? I quickly interrupted and distracted everyone’s thoughts. It happened that Uncle Ming had worshiped the fish master and was about to kill the clams. He asked us to help him. It was finally temporary. Concealed it.

I saw Uncle Ming take two steps. He held a scimitar in his hand and dragged it back and forth on the clam shell, making a series of ominous sounds. The blade was not as large as a ruler, and the blade was curved inward. It still shone coldly in the rain. Shooting everywhere, there is a gold-plated dragon head in the swallowing mouth, with scales all over the handle. It is a sharp weapon that we received from the green-headed businessman "Bai Wu" when we were on Coral Temple Island. It was used exclusively by the leader of the egg people in the old days. The arc-shaped blade for killing and scraping clams has a history of dozens of generations. It is hard to count the number of old clams that have been used under this dragon-curved blade, but this is probably the first time it has been used to chop clams in this thousand-year history.

It was raining heavily on the sea, and everyone stood on the deck wearing raincoats. They saw Uncle Ming holding the "Dragon Arc Blade" for scraping clams, dragging the blade back and forth on the shell of the man-eating clam. The early egg people gathered eggs in the sea. He makes a living by catching clams, and often compares himself to the same genus as fish and dragon. This is probably because it is too dangerous to collect eggs. The word "dragon" can avoid being hurt by the ferocious aquarium. This handle is used to pick up pearls and butcher clams. The short blade used to fight dragons underwater was called "Dragon Arc". However, in ancient times, only the royal family could call themselves dragons. Dan people violated the taboo of using the word dragon and never publicized it to the outside world, nor would they show the Dragon Arc to others.

Uncle Ming's uncle was an egg hunter in his early years, so Uncle Ming was very familiar with all the tricks of collecting eggs. The fat man and I watched him using a knife to poke at the clam shells like a magic stick, and chanting curses in his mouth, as if he was trying to find the egg. Lao Beng always thought it was funny that he was doing something extravagant before his execution.

Uncle Ming also blamed us for not understanding the power of it. "Touching for gold" and "picking eggs" are both traditional crafts. There are so many rules for gold touching. It is inevitable for everyone to make two mistakes. If you do, you will be guilty. As long as the horoscope is strong enough. , may not lead to life, but the risks faced by collecting eggs at sea are comparable to robbing tombs and digging tombs in the mountains. As the saying goes, "Don't bully the mountains, don't bully the water, hide the sky, don't hide the sea." The age of ancient tombs in the mountains No matter how long it takes, some aquatic people in the sea may not live that long. There are countless mysterious and unspeakable things in the sea. Once something happens in the sea, they will not escape. If you don't respect the sea and do whatever you want on the sea, you will Ten lives are not enough to lose. There are so many people running boats on the sea to fish and collect eggs, but I have never heard that even half of them dare to disrespect the Poseidon fisherman.

I don't think so. My experience as a gold-touching captain in the past few years has made me know that the rule of touching the gold-touching captain and not touching the gold is not a superstitious way of ghosts and gods. It's just that it is difficult for secular people to understand the true meaning. , It’s just a misunderstanding, but it’s hard to say much at this time, so I have to ask Uncle Ming to take action quickly and let everyone see if there is a hateful clam spirit hidden in the clam shell that specializes in deceiving the beautiful feelings of the working people.

Shirley Yang didn't want to see this bloody scene and wanted to go to the bow of the ship to meet Master Ruan Hei and his disciples. Before leaving, she called me over and said, "Lao Hu, let's go to the bow of the ship? I have a few words to say to you." "

I secretly thought something was wrong, the fat man must have slipped his mind just now, and now Shirley Yang wanted to ask me what the difference was between washing my hands and washing my feet. I was most afraid of her mentioning this matter, so I hurriedly grabbed a cable that tied the man-eating clams on the back deck, He said to her: "How can Uncle Ming and Fatty deal with such a big guy? I have to help them. If we want to talk, let's talk here. I will fight to the death."

Shirley Yang looked at me sadly, then went to the bow of the boat alone in the rain. I looked at her back and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that my "golden charm" could not be saved after all, but as long as I could get it this time If I have enough money, I can just do serious business in the United States. After all, there are still many people in this world who have to rely on me to support me. I can’t live without money for anything, and only I will know my own difficulties.

Thinking of the eyes of the comrades on the front line when they sacrificed their lives, their families in their hometown were still living in such poverty. Were they able to leave with peace of mind at that time? My mind was confused for a while. When I came back to my senses, I saw that Uncle Ming had finished singing the evil killing curse. Strangely enough, he used the short dragon-arc blade to poke the clam shells, making crisp sounds like It coincides with the rhythm of the ancient rhyme. The man-eating clam seemed to be hypnotized by the round light. The two jagged clamshells with intertwined canine teeth shook slightly, and a gap opened on its own.

The fat man and I opened our mouths wide open and didn't close them for a long time: "This is similar to the coffin-opening curse that has been lost for many years by Captain Mo Jin. It is said that if you recite the coffin-opening curse a hundred times against the copper coffin and iron coffin, you don't need to You can lift the coffin and lift the coffin with your bare hands, but how can a thousand-year-old clam surrender with just a few strokes of his knife?"

Uncle Ming looked pleased. This was the first time he used this old method. Unexpectedly, it had a strange effect. It seemed that with the blessing of the "fisherman", this giant clam was rewarded to the egg people.

The fat man and I both admired Uncle Ming's skill in collecting eggs. He was like a "veteran cadre", which made us awe-inspiring. It seems that the craftsmanship left by the ancient egg people really has some truth.

The three of us were having fun. Under the rain, we saw a golden light shooting out from between the pale shells of the man-eating clam, which dazzled our eyes. The fat man had quick hands and quick eyes, and he pushed the needle with strong anesthetic along the seams of the clam. After inserting it, the old clam shivered in pain, and in the blink of an eye, the whole body was paralyzed, unable to move.

We hurriedly found a separator to open the two shells of the clam, and felt a fishy smell of the sea coming to our nostrils. It was so dark that it was raining, and the brilliance in the clam shell was so bright that it could be seen on the dark and boundless sea. After a hundred steps, before we could see clearly, Uncle Ming hurriedly pulled off the raincoat we were wearing, covering the sperm in the clam, with a complex expression of surprise and joy on his face.

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