Chapter Thirty-Three: The Ghost Town of Banluck VI
When doing work, it is normal for the person in charge to conceal some truth, but what Mustache said was almost nonsense. Ma Dad and I expressed doubts that Lao Gong might not know the details and looked at Mustache.
"Do it now, the pit is underground."
Mustache didn't talk nonsense to us, and stood up and walked away first. Baiyin and the monk followed one after another. Lao Gong hesitated for a minute, and then started to follow the group, leaving Ma Dad and I behind.
"Master Tian!" Ma Dad stared at the people in front of him fiercely and whispered to me: "They treat us as cannon fodder! In short, we can't interfere in this transaction!"
"If you are really looking for cannon fodder, you won't look for someone like me." I don't understand what Mustache means, but I can believe that he will definitely not use me as a gun when he recruits me, because I don't have the skills or the value.
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Ma Dad and I also walked slowly, discussing countermeasures. We bypassed the mandala, followed Mustache and walked eastward for about forty meters, and then stopped. Mustache still didn’t speak, and he went back and forth.
I looked around for a full ten minutes, and then I said I wanted to clear away this patch of sand.
There were six people in the team, Monk, Baiyin, and Lao Gong. They all listened to Mustache’s instructions, and the four of them immediately started taking action, isolating Ma Dad and me. Ma Dad had some relevant experience, and he
Looking at the actions of Mustache, I felt that the other party seemed confident. For such a large ancient city ruins buried in the sand, just encircling a small area and starting to work, this shows that the specific situation is under the control of Mustache.
At this time, the monk also started to say good things to Ma Dad. Ma Dad's expression softened a little, and he squatted beside the monk and asked quietly if the profit of this transaction was big.
"Didn't Mr. Wei tell you?" The monk looked at me with a smile and asked Ma Dad.
"It's really a piece..." Ma Dad's eyes swelled two or three times, and he made a small box with his hands: "A piece of Xixia bronze medal?"
Anyway, in the end, Ma Dad was deceived by the monk again, and started working hard with a shovel. It was impossible for just a few of us to completely clean such a large area of sand. Mustache only chose two places, and he and
I said that there is indeed a pit underground in Bantuo. It has been buried for many years. No one can enter it at once. It is very remote and there is plenty of time, so we need to dig two holes at the same time to disperse the air in the pit.
scattered.
We kept working and cleared two small areas. When Xixia was still alive, Pantuo was not an endless desert. In other words, desertification was not so serious. There were still water sources and vegetation at that time, and the sand was brown underneath.
Brown calcium soil.
"Come out of the trap." Ma Dad dropped the shovel and said to Mustache: "I'm proficient in this business, but I'm just a little lacking in this aspect. I'll give you a chance, don't go astray."
The "square" that Ma Dad refers to is to outline the outline of the entire pit based on experience and deep soil samples on the surface. Once the rough outline of the pit is figured out, the level and approximate value of the pit can be judged based on the actual area.
It also makes it easy to choose the best location for burrowing.
Mustache ignored him and took the first shovel himself, and then kept looking around. I was a little surprised that he didn't look like he was "square" at all, but like he was calculating. And we cleared it out.
This small amount of space is simply not enough to completely clear the entire pit.
"Just make holes in these two places." Mustache said as soon as he lost the shovel, leaving Ma Dad stunned.
The monk and Lao Gong have already started working separately. They are using the "three-leaf suit", a very common tool that has been around for a long time. However, after many improvements, many people who go into the pit are still using it today.
Use. This thing eats deep into the soil and digs in quickly. It can even penetrate ordinary tomb bricks.
"Is this how you usually get into trouble?" Ma Dad asked.
In fact, I have also seen that the situation is abnormal. No one would rashly start to open a trap. It cannot be denied that there are many experts in this field who are very familiar with the study of local meridians and have extremely rich hands, eyes and experience. For example, the old man,
It is said that his skills almost reached their peak in middle age, especially his eyes, which were very poisonous. He took soil from more than a dozen mountains, dried it in the sun, crushed it in a basket, and sifted it into a fine powder like sugar, mixed in
At the same time, the old man can completely distinguish it with just his eyes, which is quite impressive.
But these things must be adapted to local conditions. No matter how good a person is at work, he must have a certain basis. Two hours before and after we arrived at Bantu, our buttocks were not even warm, and the mustache had already chosen the location for the hole.
, even the Luoyang shovel was not launched. Such a procedure is very strange.
"Do as I say, it must be right." Mustache only said a word to Ma Dad, then he knelt down, pinched a handful of soil and looked at it carefully.
At this time, I can no longer keep silent. All the people who work have different methods, but they all have the same goal: success. Regarding "business", I don't know much about Mustache, but six people are wandering in the desert.
A waste of time for no reason.
At this time, Mustache dropped a handful of soil in his hand, raised his head and looked towards me. At this moment, I took back what I wanted to say, and an idea suddenly came to my mind.
Is it possible for a person like Xiaozhu to waste time for no reason? Who would make a joke about the Xixia bronze medal? Since he has made such a rash and arbitrary decision and wants everyone to take action, there is only one possibility: he is very familiar with this pit.
Everything has been carefully calculated.
But this doesn't make sense. Since you are familiar with this pit and know that there is a Xixia bronze medal hidden in it, why haven't you taken action yet? Did you have to wait until I joined the gang to start this pit? Are you waiting for me? Or maybe you are waiting for me?
, and he only grasped the situation about this pit recently?
Then, I couldn't help but think back to the two weeks when Mustache disappeared, and the scars on his face when he returned. Something must have happened in these two weeks, maybe it was related to Bantuo, but
He refused to tell me.
I was thinking hard here, and the monk and Lao Gong were also digging holes quickly there. They were both strong and skilled, so the progress was very fast. The two holes not too far apart were dug diagonally.
After about four or five meters, the excavation angle of the cave will be about fifteen to twenty degrees to the west. In this way, the entire robbery cave is a line twisted sideways. (The monk said this can prevent the collapse of the robbery cave? I
Not sure either.)
The monk and Lao Gong were digging holes continuously, Baiyin was taking care of the camel, and Mustache went down to replace the monk halfway. Ma Dad looked at it for a long time, then quietly sneaked to my side and said close to his ear: "Master Tian, I still don't think so after watching it."
Enemy."
"What?"
"Calculate, how deep have they dug the hole?" Ma Dad turned to look at Lao Gong who came out with a head of earth flowers on his head, and then whispered: "Who made the hole so deep?"
When Ma Dad reminded me, I also remembered it. Many people have said that the tombs of the Western Xia Dynasty and the tombs of the Northern Song Dynasty are similar to a certain extent. This is a result of the mutual exchange and penetration of population and culture. According to common sense,
During the Song Dynasty and the Western Xia Dynasty, no one would open the tomb so deep, which was not in line with the funeral customs and traditions of the time.
"I went down to investigate and see what they were doing."
I'm still thinking that Ma Dad just ran to Lao Gong, grabbed Lao Gong's three-leaf suit, and wanted to go down and replace him. I don't know if this Lao Gong is a direct descendant of Mustache, but he is very fond of Ma.
Dad was very polite, so the two of them gave in, grabbed the long handle of the three-leaf suit and started to grab it.
"Old Gong, you are tired, take a rest, I will take your place."
"Brother Ma, I can still hold on, just stay up there."
"Don't you believe in my craftsmanship? I think back then, I even opened Han Dynasty tombs."
"That's not what I meant. This kind of soil is difficult to cultivate. Brother Ma, just give me some advice on it."
The two of them argued for a long time, and Ma Daddy got impatient. He plucked Lao Gong's hand hard and cursed: "I'm going to poke him! Lao Gong, am I really too old to move? Also, in the end, I am not the same as you guys."
People with long ears say it once, my fucking surname is not Ma..."
Mao Yao entered the cave immediately. Baiyin also took care of the camel and smoked and chatted with the monk. I squatted outside the cave opened by the monk and looked in. The cave is curved as a whole, so I can’t take a flashlight to take a photo.
I can't take the photo in, and can only vaguely hear the rustling sound of the clover pretending to eat dirt. This sound is very even and rhythmic. It shows that the mustache is a good hand. The movement is not particularly fast, but it is very long-lasting and can be connected by one person.
Work for hours without taking a break.
And it can also be seen from the size of our team that the mustache has the demeanor of the old man's generation. He is good at craftsmanship and courageous. He can deal with ordinary pitfalls alone. Even if the scale is larger, he can find an accomplice at most.
Strike first, as older people rarely have the habit of ganging up, so this will avoid a lot of trouble.
I got close to the monk, chatted with him, and tried to trick out more words. The monk was kinder than the moustache, and would tell me a few things.
We chatted for a while, and Ma Dad quickly came out of the cave. As soon as he came out, he seemed a little angry. Lao Gong noticed something was wrong and went to stop him to ask, but Ma Dad pushed him away.
"You bastards are really unreasonable!" Ma Dad rushed to the entrance of another robbery hole that was driven down diagonally, and pulled the rope hard. He was tossing on it, and the mustache below couldn't bear it. After a while,
Also drilled out.
A few of us quickly gathered around, but Ma Dad was making such a fuss that even Lao Gong and the monk couldn't stop him.
"Tell the truth!" Ma Dad stared at his mustache and asked, "Do you want to drill a hole directly into the mandala like this?"