Chapter 8 Digging the Grave

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 "Brother, you don't use your Luoyang shovel? What are you doing with these tubes?"

"I'll help you as long as I can. Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Yes, I listen to you."

At this moment, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and there was no one around the radish field. Lao Zhang turned his head and looked around, then stretched out his hand to help straighten the copper pipe.

I picked up a stone and used it as a hammer.

"Da da da", gently smash the hollow copper pipe into the ground.

Don't dare to use too much force, you must keep the copper pipe vertical and go down to a sufficient depth.

I quickly smashed the first one and left it on the ground. Then I measured the distance with my legs, one meter, two meters.

Walk to six meters and smash the second copper pipe.

Finally, it was shaped into a triangle, with a copper pipe inserted in the middle of the triangle.

When Lao Zhang saw it, he was very confused and said, "Brother, my brother works on the construction site doing water and electricity, and sometimes he does it like this."

"Stop talking nonsense and look at people."

I found a dry branch and handed it to him and said, "You take the stick and knock on the mouth of the copper pipe. I'll go there and you knock on this. You and I will walk opposite each other. Do you understand?"

"Then remember, when you knock, you need to have both rhythm and strength. Do you understand?"

"I understand, let's start now?"

I nodded and everyone took their places.

Lao Zhang started banging the cans "bang bang bang". I didn't mind the dirt on the ground, so I lay down on the ground and put my ear close to the copper pipe to listen.

My ears twitched, I raised my head and made a gesture to indicate to Lao Li that the intensity was not enough, so he increased the intensity.

After hearing this, I moved to another position, and Lao Zhang also walked to the opposite corner and followed suit.

With my brows furrowed, I thought to myself that this was wrong, there was something strange underground.

The sound coming from the two points is different, which is really strange. The reason must be that there is a stone with a diameter of more than six meters under the ground, which blocks the sound.

Look at my height
I was so serious that Lao Zhang swallowed carefully and didn't dare to make a sound to disturb me.

I wasn't sure, so I asked Lao Zhang to go around and knock again.

As a result, the results obtained twice were exactly the same. There was definitely something blocking the sound underground here.

I remember that I talked about "listening to thunder" alone before. Don't think it's nonsense. It's true. At that time, the most accurate person to listen to thunder was Master Yao of Inner Mongolia. He could also combine listening to thunder with stargazing. Speak with facts and see the results.

I know, it was later said during the trial that he robbed nearly 500 ancient tombs a year, which is about two a day.

What I use is not an ordinary copper pipe, what I use is called "Ming Copper".

The head was made by a "certain" expert in the Northern School. Because he and I know each other now, I won't mention the name. We bought one for more than 4,000 at that time.

The manufacturing process of Ming Tong is almost lost. My friend’s ancestor was the bronze officer under the left hand of Wu Bang in the Ming Dynasty. He was responsible for the batch of nine-turn wind-milled copper that was made hundreds of years ago. The nine-turn wind-milled copper is better than

There are more gold bulls of the same weight, killing gold instantly.

Later, this great-grandson of the bronze officer took charge of the minting of Tianqi eleven liang coins in the Ming Dynasty. He was also the first to suggest changing the Jiajing eleven taels to the standard, which successfully promoted the development of inflation in the late Ming Dynasty.

This copper ringing craft has been handed down in kind. Friends who are interested can go and have a look. It is on the top of Mingfeng Mountain in Kunming. It is said that if you ring it, the bell can be heard 29 kilometers away. Later, someone did an experiment.

The result is that if you knock hard, you can hear it 16 kilometers away.

"How are you doing? Did you hear something?" Lao Zhang asked hurriedly when he looked at me.

I nodded: "There may really be something underground, but if you want to be sure what it is, you have to do some digging."

"Holy crap! Look what I said! I knew there was an ancient tomb here!"

"When will we do it?"

I pulled out the brass pipe and put it away, looked at the sky, and whispered: "We will take action today, at twelve o'clock at night."

Lao Zhang clapped his hands and said it was settled.

I am so anxious because I only have two days, and I will take the opportunity to leave Pomegranate in two days and meet up with Baotou at the foot of Miyao Mountain.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was midnight.

I put on my gloves, put down my bag, and chewed my teeth in front of the mirror in the room. The leek dumplings I had for dinner had leeks stuck between my teeth.

At this time, there were several slight knocks on the door.

When the door opened, it was Lao Zhang and his wife. Lao Zhang probably wanted to share more money, so he actually brought his wife with him.

I didn't stop her. I let her roam around while Lao Zhang and I dug the soil.

But it was obvious that his wife was a little scared and lowered her head and didn't dare to talk to me.

Take the night road out of the village.

Lao Zhang was wearing labor protection shoes and carrying a shovel and whispered: "Brother, we really don't know anything, but we can all work hard."

I nodded: "Just listen to me, I'll do the technical stuff, you don't have to worry about it."

After hearing this, his face showed a hint of relief.

I kept paying attention to see if there was anyone on the roadside. Fortunately, people in the village went to bed early, so I didn't meet anyone along the way, so it was quiet.

When we arrived at the vegetable field, I skillfully put on my headlamp and asked Lao Zhang's wife to go to the field for a walk, and told her to alert us if she saw or heard anything.

He also told Lao Zhang a few things to pay attention to.

"Do you understand everything?"

"understood."

"Then let's get started."

After saying that, I picked up the Luoyang shovel, pointed it at the location planned during the day, and smashed it hard
Go down.

Quickly lifting up the soil layer, I straightened my headlight and squatted down to inspect it.

"Is it sand?"

"Strange. Why is there sand in the living soil? When was this tomb?"

I frowned and thought about it. I couldn't figure it out, so I and Lao Zhang started digging down the hole.

Lao Zhang spit into the palm of his hand twice and swung the shovel very hard, without stopping for a second.

I shook my head, thinking that I was still a layman, so I couldn’t dig like this. I had to have my own rhythm, otherwise I would soon be exhausted, which would slow down the overall speed.

A large amount of loess and small stones were turned up and piled aside, and the excavated soil quickly covered the radish seedlings.

As I expected, Lao Zhang soon became sweating profusely and began to breathe rapidly.

I stopped the shovel and asked him to pay attention and follow my rhythm. He must remember to leave a gap in the cave wall, otherwise he would not be able to come up later.

Lao Zhang gasped and said, "Brother."

The thief dug a deep hole, so I asked Lao Zhang to go down and fill the bucket with soil. After he filled it, he shook the rope, and then I pulled it out.

Just like that, without stopping, until 3:30, Lao Zhang suddenly said excitedly from underneath: "Brother! I saw bricks!"

"Come down and take a look! You really see bricks!"

I asked him to keep his voice down, don't get excited, whatever he was calling.

After a visual inspection, the burial depth is consistent with the characteristics of the Liao, Jin and Yuan dynasties, but the presence of bricks does not mean anything, because there were also a large number of brick tombs in civilian tombs in the Song Dynasty during the same period.

After going down, I found something was wrong again, it was unfair!

Kicking away some broken soil, you can see large pieces of old blue bricks under your feet. We are now standing on the top of a vault.

I have seen many vaults before, but never one with such a large curvature.

The whole thing is like a "letter C" turned upside down.


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