"This is Fool, this is Lao Mian, and this is Aaron. They have been with me through life and death. They are good brothers who can definitely be trusted."
"Hello, everyone."
I stood up and shook hands with the three of them one by one, as if they were acquainted with each other.
The average age of these three people is in their thirties, and they all have tattoos. The aura in their eyes makes it look like they were the ones who had killed people with Li Fei back then. Especially the one named Lao Mian, who has tattoos of Guanyin with his eyes closed all over his back.
At first glance, he is not someone to be trifled with.
Li Fei told them roughly what he was going to do on the phone, and the man named Lengzi said, "Brother Fei, I guarantee you'll be fine if you say you want to kill someone, but none of the grave diggers have done this before!"
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"That's right, Brother Fei."
The old man held a cigarette in his mouth and said calmly, "I'm afraid that if we dig for a long time, we won't find any hair in the end. That way we won't be embarrassed and lose our fortune."
I quickly explained, "Don't worry, I'm better at stepping on it. As long as we act in unison, I guarantee we will gain something!"
In fact, what I meant to say is that I am a professional and you can just follow my instructions.
After the crackdown on gangsters, these people's lives were not very good, and they were not even financially strapped. However, they did not have much money on hand. After hearing my promise that they could make a lot of money, these people immediately started gearing up.
The ancients said that three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. The job of robbing tombs is actually not difficult. As long as you are brave and not afraid to go in, and there is a knowledgeable person to direct you, you can often get twice the result with half the effort.
That night, it was past one o'clock, and the moon was not very bright.
It was quiet here in Nuanquan Wasteland, with a few dark figures holding shovels and digging hard into the soil one shovel after another.
There are occasional vehicles passing by on the road in the distance, so we don’t dare to turn on the lights here, so we just do it in the dark.
Me, Lao Mian, and Aaron were responsible for digging the soil. Li Fei and Lengzi were one on top and one on the side of the road. The two of them were responsible for keeping watch.
We all carry walkie-talkies with us. Whenever there are strangers or cars around, the idiot will remind us immediately through the walkie-talkie, and we will stop immediately.
If the boss were to do this job, I guess the boss wouldn't go down to dig the soil himself. We all know why.
But sometimes, my thoughts are different from those of the boss. I don't trust others but trust others. Li Fei saved my life, so I dare to hand over my back to him.
More than an hour later, the thief went down to a depth of more than three meters. They loaded the wheel cart and carried buckets of soil upwards.
The soil that was transported was piled nearby, which was different from Yeluzi's method. I planned to backfill the soil later.
"Wait, damn, let me take a breath first."
Aaron's body was covered with dirt. He held the shovel and kept breathing.
The old man smiled and said, "Longzi, your health has deteriorated in the past two years. Why are you breathing like this even though you are doing such a small amount of work? Is it because of kidney deficiency?"
Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Old man, don't stand and talk without hurting your back. You're not married yet. When you get married, you won't be much better than me."
The old man grinned, showing his white teeth and said, "It's not like you don't know damn well. I don't like women, but I like men, especially the thin-skinned, white-fleshed ones with small arms, legs, and butts."
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After saying that, he turned to look at me.
I immediately tensed up and thought, "Damn it, I didn't see it. It turns out you are an old glass."
Fortunately, I am not the thin-skinned, white-bodied type, otherwise, I would really be worried that he would have unwanted thoughts about me.
I heard Li Fei from above urging me, "Don't rest! Brothers, hurry up!"
We continued to work, and the thieves dug deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, I noticed that the turned soil began to become a little moist, and the color began to change.
I grabbed a handful of soil and felt it with my tongue.
I'm sure I dug in the right spot now.
Many people don't understand why I always like to lick dirt or bricks. In fact, this is a professional habit. In the past 1960s and 1970s, many old northerners had this habit, and they will never get rid of it in this life.
Soil is divided into natural soil and living soil. Natural soil mainly includes sedimentary soil and alluvial soil. Both of them have no taste. Put this kind of soil on your tongue and wipe it with your hands and your tongue will be clean.
Living soil must be backfilled or stirred twice, which disrupts the original layers and color boundaries and turns into flower soil of multiple colors. Even after thousands of years, it is impossible to blend perfectly.
If you put this kind of soil on your tongue, you won't be able to spit it out cleanly. It will just hang on your tongue like clay.
Then there’s the feeling
smell.
There are roughly three flavors in northern grave soil, one is as sweet as moldy rice wine, one is like rotten white radish, and the other is like a strong saltpeter smell.
The top masters of the Northern School, if you give them a taste, they can even accurately tell which city in China the soil comes from.
Suddenly, the old man shouted, "Look! This looks like a blue brick!"
I said yes, and quickly dug up the surrounding loose soil, and immediately a layer of neatly arranged large green bricks was exposed under our feet.
A row of blue bricks fit tightly together, and there is a large amount of dried white mortar in the gaps between the bricks.
I asked Li Fei to drop the hammer and the needle I made during the day, and then I pointed the needle at the crack of the brick.
"Smash it! Look carefully and don't hit my hand." I said.
The old man spat, picked up the hammer and smashed it hard.
"Okay, I'll change positions."
"Go on." I said.
The old man smashed the kidnapper's needle again.
After working for more than half an hour, the old man was sweating profusely and said, "What's going on! Why can't these bricks be opened?"
"Watch it."
When I thought it was almost done, I stood in a safe position, raised my foot and stamped down hard!
Suddenly there was a crash! A large number of blue bricks fell down! A black hole with a diameter of several dozen centimeters appeared directly.
The old man immediately lay down on the ground and looked down. He shivered immediately, turned around and said, "Damn, why is it so dark? It feels eerie inside."
They had never seen this scene before, and it could be seen that they were a little nervous.
I said half-jokingly, "Nonsense, can a thousand-year-old tomb not be dark? Do you still want someone underneath to help you light a lamp?"
I turned on my flashlight and took a photo, and saw a relatively narrow tomb passage at the bottom, about one and a half meters wide.
Knowing that it was opened, Li Fei also came down to take a look. Like Lao Mian, he was very curious about this unknown thousand-year-old tomb.
Compared with them, I have long lost that sense of freshness, just like returning to my own home.
After we came down, the old man couldn't help but held up his flashlight and took pictures everywhere. He asked me, "I watched TV last time and said that there were white-haired corpses in the ancient tombs. Are there any corpses here?"
I shook my head, "There are white-haired corpses, but they can't appear in this kind of tomb. It’s also over there in Yunnan, let’s go forward.”
This tomb passage is not only narrow, but also short. It only takes a few steps to reach the end, maybe only about seven meters.
There are no ear chambers on the left and right. Walking along the tomb passage is the main tomb chamber at the end. It can be seen from the remaining traces on the ground that there should have been a wooden door blocking the outside of the main tomb chamber. It has been so long that the wooden door has long since disappeared, leaving only a pile of rotten wood.
When I entered the main tomb chamber and took a flashlight, I was immediately shocked.
I saw that the ground was full of black glazed jars, one jar next to the other. There were probably at least a few hundred in number, too many to put down.
The old man suddenly shouted, "Look! What's that thing? It looks like a big hedgehog!"
Wherever there is a big hedgehog, there is a huge iron vat in the corner of the tomb.
I have never seen such a big vat. I just saw iron swords stuck in the vat. Because they are made of iron, hundreds of iron swords have been completely rusted together with the vat. The whole thing is rusty.
There was a big iron lump that looked like a hedgehog.
The old man picked up a bottle, weighed it, and asked me excitedly, "Are we giving it away? These bottles are all antiques!"
I nodded, "They are all antiques from the Tang Dynasty. They are all soul bottles, and there are people living in them."
The old man held the bottle and shuddered, and said, "Don't scare me! I'm very brave!"
"Why am I scaring you? Look down and take a closer look. There are names engraved on the bottles, and most of them contain the ashes of the past."
When the old man saw it, he immediately put the bottle down.
After excluding the broken ones, each jar is engraved with a person's name. These are sauce-glazed soul jars from the Tang Dynasty, with ashes inside. In the past, we called these jars soy sauce jars.
Li Fei was very courageous. He picked up a bottle and took a look at it. Suddenly he said to me in confusion, "Hey? Brother, why is your name on this bottle?"
"My name? Brother Fei, are you kidding me?"
Don't make this kind of joke randomly! It's unlucky!
Unexpectedly, Li Fei said, "If you don't believe me, come and see!"
Thinking he was joking, I went over to take a look and saw a person's name clearly engraved on the bottle.
"Zhao Yunfeng."
I immediately cursed bad luck!
Damn it, I actually have the same name as a man from the Tang Dynasty who died for more than a thousand years.
