A Tigger
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preface
That day, I was working in my own field, and who would have thought that I would turn out a golden Buddha head in the land. This golden Buddha is not an ordinary object at a glance, and I estimate that it will be handed over to the Cultural Relics Bureau, after all, it may be illegal to hide some cultural relics without permission.
But my wife is like a demon, she can't put down the Buddha's head, and she stares at it every day. A few days later, she found a genealogy while filling in the pit.
01
I never thought that one day working in my own family's field would dig up something that would change my life and that of Cuihua. On that day, as usual, I was turning the soil in the field to plant the next season's crops, when the shovel hit the ground and made a crisp "dang".
At first, I didn't care, thinking it was a stone, but after digging a few times, what was revealed was a golden Buddha head. I raised my hand and wiped the sweat from my forehead, and my heart tightened. This thing doesn't look like something that ordinary people should have.
I hurriedly took the Buddha's head and went home. When she entered, Cuihua was feeding the chickens with her head down. I walked up to her and carefully handed her the Buddha's head.
"Cuihua, look at it, I'll dig something out." I lowered my voice, as if I was afraid that something bad would happen to this golden thing.
Cuihua glanced up, and her gaze suddenly sharpened. She wiped her hands, took the Buddha's head, and looked at it carefully, the expression on her face gradually changing from surprise to doubt.
"This ...... Is this a golden? Her voice was incredible. Well, I dug it up while digging in the ground. I sat down next to her, and my voice trembled a little, "You say, this thing...... It can't be some kind of antique, right? ”
Cuihua didn't speak, frowned, and gently touched the delicate carving on the Buddha's head. The eyes of the golden Buddha head seem to be looking at us coldly through the years. I'm a little hairy in my heart.
"Do you think we should turn it in?" I asked tentatively. "What's the hurry," a hint of cunning flashed in Cuihua's eyes, "Do you know what this thing is?" Why don't you figure it out first. ”
I looked at her expression and couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart. Cuihua is usually very capable, but this time her expression made me think that things were not simple.
02
In the next few days, Cuihua was like a demon, holding the Buddha's head at home every day and looking at it carefully. Sometimes she would even wake up suddenly at night and still look at the lights. I felt more and more uneasy that this thing always felt like a bomb at home, and that it could cause some kind of disaster at any time.
One evening, Cuihua suddenly came to me and said, "It's so strange, I was filling in the ground today and found a notebook, guess what?" is a genealogy. It's still ours. ”
As she spoke, she took out the family tree and handed it to me. It was yellowed, the pages were fragile, and the handwriting was blurred from age. We carefully turned the page, and the green flowers looked page by page, and our eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Look at this!" Cuihua stopped abruptly and pointed to a small note on a page of genealogy that read: "Golden Buddha heirloom, protect future generations." ”
My heart skipped a beat, and I leaned over to look. That little handwriting is really very clear. At this time, I realized that this golden Buddha head was probably a treasure that had been passed down from generation to generation by our Li family.
Cuihua began to get excited. She happily recounted the origin of this golden Buddha head: It turns out that our Li family used to be a big family with a lot of status, and in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, a distant ancestor once served as a high-ranking official.
In order to avoid war and banditry, the ancestors buried the treasures of the family, including the golden Buddha head, in the field, in the hope that one day future generations can find it. "Zhiqiang, this is our family's heirloom!" Cuihua squeezed my hand, her eyes shining.
My mind was in turmoil. I originally wanted to turn it in, but now it becomes complicated. A family heirloom in the family? Is this really ours? If it spreads, will anyone come to rob it?
Cuihua was very calm, and she began to plan how to use this treasure to improve our lives. She felt that such a valuable thing and selling it was enough for our family to get out of poverty and live a good life. I struggled in my heart, and I always felt that something was wrong, but in the face of Cuihua's full expectation, I couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while.
03
As the days passed, Cuihua began to study the genealogy and the golden Buddha head frequently. She inquired about the news in the village, and also found some experienced people to inquire about the value of the Buddha's head.
Some old people in the village heard about this, and although they had never seen the real thing, they all said that it was a great good thing and could be sold for a good price. Some even say that it may be cultural relics, and if they are sold to the black market, they can be exchanged for a large fortune.
Although I was still a little uneasy, Cuihua's words began to move me. We have been living a tight life, wouldn't it be a good thing if we could change our fate through this Buddha's head? After all, it's our thing. But just as I was about to be convinced, something unexpected happened.
That evening, Cuihua and I had just finished dinner and were about to clean up, when the old branch secretary of the village suddenly came to the door. He and my dad are old people of the same generation, and they rarely come to my house, but today they are very formal. After he sat down, he looked at me, then at Cuihua, and said meaningfully, "I heard that your family recently found a baby?" ”
Cuihua and I looked at each other, shocked. I didn't expect this matter to reach the ears of the old branch secretary so quickly. Cuihua bit her lip and planned to shirk it, but the old branch secretary seemed to have already made up her mind.
"I know your Li family's previous family background, this thing may indeed be your family heirloom. But now it's not as good as before, this kind of thing, you have to be cautious. The old branch secretary said slowly.
I heard what he was saying, and hurriedly asked, "Zhishu, what do you mean......?" The old branch secretary sighed and said: "Now the country talks about the rule of law, this kind of thing, if it is handed over to the state, maybe there will be a return." But if you hide it, or sell it...... You should be aware of the consequences. ”
His tone was calm, but the warning was clear. My heart sank. Cuihua didn't speak, just frowned tightly. After sending off the old branch secretary, Cuihua and I were silent for a long time. I knew she must be struggling with her heart.
That night, I had a long conversation with Cuihua all night. At first, she still insisted on selling the Buddha's head, feeling that this was a turning point in our fate. But slowly, her tone also became hesitant. After all, since this thing involves cultural relics, it is no longer a simple family inheritance, but an uncontrollable force.
In the end, Cuihua sighed: "You're right, Zhiqiang, let's turn it in." Even if it's our baby, we can't risk it now. ”
I was relieved to hear her say that. Early the next morning, I took Cuihua to the town's cultural relics protection center and handed over the golden Buddha head with my own hands.
A few days later, experts came to the village and conducted a detailed appraisal of the Buddha's head. The result was beyond our expectations: although the golden Buddha head was indeed a handicraft in the late Qing Dynasty, it was not a real cultural relic, but just an imitation of an offering at that time, and its value was far less than we imagined.
Cuihua and I had mixed feelings when we heard the news. It turns out that this so-called "heirloom" is not as precious as we imagined. Experts tell us that this handicraft was very common in the late Qing Dynasty, and although it has a certain historical value, it is not a rare treasure.
When we got home, Cuihua and I sat in the courtyard, watching the sunset on the horizon, silent. "You say, is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I asked her. Cuihua smiled and shook her head: "Anyway, we just didn't do anything wrong." Perhaps, this is fate. ”
I nodded, looking at the courtyard in front of me. Although we didn't get rich from it, I know that this choice allowed us to keep the most important thing – our peace of mind.
This article declares: This article is a short story, the content is pure fiction, please watch it rationally