The stone door on the right, lintel, doorposts, threshold, and anvil are all complete, while the one on the left has no lintel and anvil at all and is a semi-finished product. It can be seen how hurried the people who were buried were at that time.
Accompanied by a loud "bang"! The stone door as tall as a person collapsed, and the dust raised made people have to take two steps back.
Lao Huang and I may be the first people to set foot here in a thousand years.
"Brother, this is a Z-shaped tomb... Look at the brick roof on top, it's so bulging that it's about to collapse!"
I raised my headlamp and looked at the top of the tomb.
Pi Bao is a jargon term here in Shanxi, which means that the vault is dented downward to form a big bag. Generally, a tomb with this kind of situation will definitely collapse within ten years without external intervention.
So what we are doing can be considered rescue tomb robbing.
What Lao Huang said is right. After opening the stone door and entering, there is an underground space of nearly 70 square meters, which is in the shape of a "pin". The place extending inward in the middle is the main tomb chamber, with two side chambers on the left and right on both sides. The pattern is
Like the one where people live now, with three bedrooms and one living room facing north and south.
The main tomb chamber and the side chamber are not sealed, but are sealed with blue bricks. Several bricks of the door sealing chamber of the right side chamber are scattered on the ground, and one corner has collapsed.
Afraid of not getting enough oxygen, Lao Huang took out half a white candle from his arms, lit it and tried to stand it in the corner. I was searching for any niches on the wall when I suddenly heard him shouting: "Fuck! Brother, look! There is one here!"
Respect the stone horse!"
When I saw it, it was indeed a stone horse standing by the wall, but it was a bit small, just over an adult's knees in height. The horse's head was held high, and its shape was cute and naive.
There is a dent in the head of the stone horse, and a copper oil lamp is stuck in the dent. The oil inside has long dried. When I saw this thing, I suddenly thought of the local "sheepherd" in Shuozhou who got gold by adding oil to the lamp.
The legend of "three hundred taels".
Lao Huang placed the candle in the corner and stood it up. In an instant, the shadows of the two of us and the stone horse appeared on the tomb wall.
"Brother, look under the horse's belly. Is this a winged horse?"
"Winged Horse" is a stone horse with an ashlar stone added under its belly, and the ashlar stone is filled with cloud patterns using deep relief techniques.
I was a little excited to find this thing, because "wing horses" were not available to common people in the past.
Lao Huang asked me again: "Shouldn't this thing be placed on both sides of the Shinto on the surface? Why is it placed here? Also, why is this thing so small? The one in Qianling is more than ten times larger than this one. Is this a wing?
Ma? Let’s not admit our mistake.”
I frowned and said, "You're right, it's a winged horse. This is a little winged horse."
"We don't want this."
Lao Huang immediately glared: "No? Brother! This is from the Tang Dynasty! And it's such a small winged horse. This is the first time I've ever seen it."
I was speechless and said: "The little winged horse is also a winged horse. It can be sold for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. It's hard to get and it's very heavy. If you don't believe me, try it."
Lao Huang tried, but he could only move the horse with all his strength, and then he patted the horse's head with a look of regret.
Although this thing is small, it is still a solid stone and must be heavy. If Bean Sprouts were here, I guess he would tie a rope to himself and carry it on his back.
Immediately, Lao Huang and I divided the work. I was responsible for opening the sealing bricks of the main tomb chamber, and Lao Huang was responsible for the side chamber.
The door sealing bricks of Tang tombs have a certain anti-theft effect and are very strong. It can be said that they are stuck tightly and people who don't know how to do it can't do it.
There is actually a trick.
Basically, the sealing bricks of Tang tombs are in the shape of a "herringbone". Don't move the top and two sides first. Start from the bottom of the "herringbone". Just pull out the bottom few pieces first, and the rest will loosen.
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I was working on sealing the door when I suddenly felt a chill on my neck, as if someone was blowing on me from behind.
I didn't take it to heart and continued to smoke bricks.
But after two minutes, there was another "coolness" on the back of my neck.
I held on to the headlight and turned around to look!
The half candle that Lao Huang stood in the corner was still burning slowly, and he could vaguely see that in addition to the reflection of the stone horse on the wall, there was also the reflection of a "child", who was riding on the stone horse and could not move at all.
Not moving.
I quickly rubbed my eyes. There was indeed a shadow "like a child" on the wall, but there was nothing on the stone horse.
I didn't shout loudly and pretended not to notice.
In fact, the hairs on the back of my hands stood up...
I was sure this was not an illusion or dazzling eyesight, so I thought to myself: "When I go out, I must offer incense and make offerings. The founders of the Northern Sect will bless me."
"Brother! Brother, come here and take a look! We've made a big discovery!" Lao Huang suddenly called me.
The bricks sealing the door of the right room had collapsed, so Huang opened it first.
When the headlight shined into the ear room, I was shocked.
I saw that this ear room was full of exquisite stone carvings!
There are statues of civil and military officials more than one meter high, various stone caves, stone statues, stone horses, stone tigers, stone basalts, small stone piers, a circular lotus platform with a diameter of half a meter, etc.
These exquisite stone carvings are all stuffed into the right room of more than ten square meters. Since they have not been stolen, they are still the same as they were then, swaying here and there, dusty, and covered with cobwebs.
In all my years of work, I have never seen anything like this. At first glance, these stone sculptures appear to be things that should have been placed around the surface of the Shinto.
Why is it useless? Why are they all piled up here? Why are they not even practicing Shinto?
Lao Huang doesn't know about this, and I don't know yet either.
"Brother, this... there are too many of them. I'm afraid there must be fifty or sixty of them. Which owner is buried here? We must look for the notice board to see."
The tombstone is the epitaph and is usually hidden in the main tomb chamber.
These things can also be considered as funerary objects, but I am not happy because the last thing I want is this kind of objects. They are of low value and lifeless. They look like they came from ancient tombs. What I want are bronzes and jades.
Gold and silverware.
"Old Huang, my side will open soon. You go and blow out the candles first."
"Why blow out the candle? Let it burn. What if there is a lack of oxygen?"
"I can't lack oxygen, so I need to blow it up quickly."
Lao Huang didn't know why I suddenly did this. He walked over, picked up the candle, and blew it out with a puff.
When I looked at the wall, there were no shadows left, it was completely dark.
Even if I say I'm deceiving myself, in fact I just don't want to see "shadows" in the tomb. Boutou told me before that he had seen many strange shadows in the tomb, some of which looked very much like people wearing ancient clothes.
Speaking of which, in fact, the Northern Faction has a rule that you cannot speak to shadows in the tomb, whether it is your own shadow or the shadows of other people in the team.
At this time, Lao Huang whispered again: "Brother, there are two pieces in one piece. If you think it's troublesome, I won't mention it. But there are at least fifty or sixty pieces here. Even if we go out to sell one piece for ten thousand yuan, it will be at least dozens."
Wan, if you feel unlucky, I have an idea. Some of these mountains are private woodlands. Let's say that wood dealers from other places come to buy wood. Then they will figure out the front, back and eight, and they will change their appearance. Absolutely not
Someone will find out."
"Where's the sales? Do you know anyone who specializes in these?" I asked in a low voice.
He immediately said: "There is no shortage of sales in Shanxi! Fatty people have their way! Some bosses lack these items when they want to build private homes!"
I thought for a while, frowned and said, "Don't pick up sesame seeds and throw away watermelons. Go first to the main tomb chamber and set your target on the gold and silverware. This matter you said is not urgent. I will discuss it with the fat man when I go out."
What I think is, if you can get millions of gold and silverware, then don't get these broken stone carvings. If you don't have anything, then do what Lao Huang said, and get a guarantee, so that your work will not be in vain.
The industry says that the risk is high but the profit is high, but selling these stone sculptures is high risk and low profit, unless you go abroad. Foreigners love these "heavy objects". The bigger, heavier and weirder they are, the more they like them.
Just like that, after more than ten minutes, I successfully opened the door sealing brick of the main tomb chamber.
Lao Huang immediately squeezed over and couldn't wait to hold up his headlight to shine inside.
