A complete stone coffin from the Tang Dynasty is extremely difficult to open because it was never thought of opening when it was built. Therefore, the door in the middle and the windows on both sides are fake, just carved to look like it. To put it bluntly, it can be described in one sentence
It is "a whole stone that has been hollowed out and looks like a house inside."
The stone coffin that Yang Bin worked on in his early years used a high-power electric saw + diamond saw blade. Several people took turns to change shifts. It took three days and three nights to dismantle the stone coffin from the outside. I beat my head for a long time in the afternoon.
After a detailed discussion on the phone, the leader said that the stone coffin is like a large glass, and the coffin inside is like a matchbox covered by the glass. Besides violently dismantling it like Yang Bin, there is another way.
"Attack its lower route."
In the end, I listened to the boss's advice. To be on the safe side, I didn't want the stone coffin because it was a time bomb. Yang Bin and his gang died on this thing. I only wanted the valuable burial objects in the coffin inside the stone coffin. As for how to open it,
.....No need for a chainsaw either.
I think the archaeological team can use this method if they encounter a stone coffin. If nothing happens, they can open it without any damage. They just need to prepare two small jacks and two wooden wedges.
As for Lao Huang, this old boy's mentality has changed since he realized that this is a fat pit. He is afraid that Fatty and I will work together to dump him. He is afraid of taking advantage of others. Or maybe he has other little calculations in mind. I know all of this.
I understand that the reason why I didn’t point it out is that the situation is now at a critical juncture. Without one person, no one can make a fortune.
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Tonight, at one o'clock in the middle of the night.
Unnamed Tang Tomb on Black Camel Mountain, inside the main tomb.
"Fat man! Work harder! Have you not eaten?"
The fat black man was sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and kept swinging the hammer.
"Okay, okay, look at how vain you are, let's change!"
"Old Huang, come here, be careful, don't hit my hand!"
The two exchanged words, and Lao Huang began to swing the hammer vigorously.
Accompanied by a "bang bang" sound, a flat-headed wedge drilled in from the lower right corner of the stone coffin, close to the ground, inch by inch.
I quickly shouted stop and quickly pushed the crowbar under.
Then along this seam, drive a second wedge, this one thicker than the first one.
After the second rod was driven in, bricks were placed immediately. There were old green bricks everywhere in the main tomb.
Then remove the first wedge and use two crowbars, one on the left and one on the right, to lift it up in a cross shape. You don't need to lift the entire stone coffin, just pry up one corner.
Even with all the strength to suck the milk, Lao Huang's face turned red. I didn't feel any better, and the crowbar was bent.
"Now! Fatty! Hurry!"
The fat man half-knelt on the ground and immediately put the small jack in.
The jack is pressing the green bricks that have just been placed. This kind of old tomb bricks are hard enough to support the weight.
Then the jack was lifted, and after a while, the entire huge stone coffin tilted up at one corner at a speed visible to the naked eye.
I was just about to lay bricks when suddenly, a lot of "black sand" flowed out from the stone coffin.
"Holy shit! Brother! What is this? Why does it look like some kind of dead insect?" the fat black man asked with frightened eyes.
"Bullshit, don't talk nonsense."
I held up the flashlight, frowned and pinched a little bit. It felt very dry, not like sand. Besides, there was black sand everywhere.
I sniffed it close to my nose, then stuck out my tongue, took a lick, and quickly spit it out.
"Bah...this is broken charcoal, probably mixed with red stone resin."
"What is that?"
"It's processed and crushed kaolin. These should be used as a moisture-proof layer between the stone coffin and the coffin."
"Brother, I see you took a bite. Is it not poisonous?"
I shook my head and said it was not poisonous, and it still smelled like milk tea.
The fat black man was doubtful. He took a sip and immediately spat it out and said loudly: "It smells like milk tea! That's nonsense! It tastes like dried chicken shit to me!"
I laughed and told him to use a crowbar to take it out.
Just like using a candle to dig out the ashes, the charcoal that looked like "sand" was constantly being pulled out. After a while, the fat man turned his head, and I saw that his face was smeared with black.
"Okay, it's almost done. Let me see if I can see the coffin."
I lay on the ground and looked with my flashlight, and I saw the innermost "coffin" at a glance.
Not much is exposed, but when shining a flashlight on it and reflecting the light, the surface of the coffin is "golden". It is no exaggeration to say that the halo is flowing on the surface.
My face turned pale on the spot and I was shocked. Whether it was a gold coffin or a coffin painted with gold paint, it was impossible to appear in ancient times, because the golden coffin was only the mini type found in temples, used to hold the ashes and relics of eminent monks.
, there were only four colors of ancient coffins, namely red, black, white and log color.
Taking a deep breath, I adjusted my posture and took a closer look.
Not a golden coffin.
It’s not that the surface is painted with gold paint, it’s that there is no raw paint at all!
This is actually a coffin made of dark golden nan, so the surface will glow golden when the flashlight shines on it.
Golden Nan coffins are not unusual. Anyone who has been in this business for many years has seen some, but it is extremely rare to be in such a good state of preservation. I even had an illusion at the first sight. Was the owner of the tomb just buried last week?
?
From the analysis of the part of the coffin we saw, the entire coffin did not collapse, deform, or rot. It was just like a new one.
The reason why it is so well preserved is due to the existence of the "outer coffin", plus the antiseptic properties of the gloomy golden nanke itself and the moisture-proof layer several dozen centimeters thick inside the coffin, which is separated by broken wood and carbon.
A coffin with a coffin is called a coffin, and a coffin without a coffin is called a coffin.
Then the three of us followed the same example and spent more than two hours in the main tomb room, using small jacks and bricks to pad up the four corners of the stone coffin bit by bit.
There was a lot of charcoal flowing everywhere on the ground. Looking at the coffin exposed in front of me, I frowned and asked, "Did you two smell it? There is a smell."
The fat man took a sniff and said, "It smells like nanmu, it's normal."
"No...what the hell does this smell like."
I have a good nose. This smell is very strange. I have never smelled it before. I can't describe it accurately at the moment. It may smell like soy sauce or sour stew.
Lao Huang squatted on the ground, his eyes shining brightly and said: "No matter what it smells like! Open the coffin quickly! The sky will be measured again later!"
"Huh? What is this?"
After speaking, Lao Huang lowered his head and picked out a "red ball" from the sand-like pile of charcoal at his feet.
I squinted my eyes and couldn't see what it was.
Lao Huang raised the "red ball" in front of his eyes and looked at the lamp carefully, and then I could roughly see its appearance.
It's an oval red ball, dark red, with a smooth surface, about the size of an apple.
The "strange smell" I smell seems to be emanating from this red ball.
This "red ball" was placed in the moisture-proof layer between the coffin and the coffin. The material looked neither gold, nor jade, nor stone.
I froze on the spot, thinking quickly about what this thing was.
Suddenly! I remembered something my godfather Changsha Tomb Raider told me two years ago.
The fat man expressed his opinion on the side. He asked whether these might be something similar to "moth balls" in ancient times, which were used to prevent insects or termites in ancient tombs from damaging the coffin. After saying this, he reached out to grab it.
I grabbed him.
My face didn’t look good, so the fat man said what’s wrong, brother?
"It's okay, it may be the ancient mothballs you mentioned. Okay, let's open the coffin."
When he heard that the coffin was about to be opened, Old Huang was so happy that he stuffed the "red ball" into his arms without thinking.
