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Chapter 1120

Chapter 1120

The rain gradually turns from light rain to moderate rain, and depending on the pattern, it may turn into heavy rain.

I was afraid that Xiaoxuan would get wet, so I threw the umbrella over her, and my whole back was soaked.

The path in the mountains became more and more remote, and finally passed through a forest. Mr. Li, who was leading the way, slowly stopped.

The old man held his hand on a persimmon tree with a crooked trunk, took a deep breath, and said, "My dear, daddy is here to see you."

At this time, Xiaobao made a pop, knelt on his knees, choked with sobs and cried loudly: "Dad! Mom! My son is here to see you!"

"Xiaobao got married today!"

"Dad! Mom! I'm getting married!"

After choking up his words, Yuan Bao took his wife Xiaoxia to kneel down and kowtowed to the persimmon tree together.

The grandchildren and daughter-in-law knelt down and kowtowed. Mr. Li supported the persimmon tree with tears in his eyes.

There were candles and paper money in the bamboo basket, which was not wet because it was covered with a raincloth before coming, but it was not good.

After finding several sheltered spots under the persimmon tree, Mr. Li took a long time to light the candle.

Then I lit a handful of incense and placed it on the ground. Xiaoxuan and I went over and paid our respects as best man and bridesmaid.

"Master Li, I have a question to ask. I don't mean anything else. Just don't be angry."

"You said." The old man was still trying to light paper money with a lighter.

"This...should be an ancient tomb, right?"

"Oh? How did you tell," the old man asked without raising his head.

I held the umbrella, turned around and looked around, frowned and said, "Master Li, this is a basin. The basin is easy to retain accumulated water, and the plants and trees should grow well."

"But you see, compared to the woods we just passed by, these persimmon trees here are very crooked and obviously malnourished. Also, the grass is wilted and cannot grow very high."

"Maybe it's from the Han Dynasty, or tombs before the Han Dynasty. There was a lot of white plaster mud underground that was irrigated by rainwater. Over time, the underground soil in this area turned into an alkaline soil layer."

"You're right."

The old man praised: "There is indeed a Han tomb underground. My son and daughter-in-law died in this tomb."

"Because the cave collapsed?" I asked in a low voice.

The old man nodded and recalled: "Maybe there is some connection. I remember it was raining heavily that day. My son estimated that the cave could withstand it and would not collapse, but in the end... it still collapsed...

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Hearing this, I suddenly had questions in my mind.

The descendants of Li Yaya can be said to be a family of tomb robbers, passed down from generation to generation, and have rich experience. Even I, a newcomer who has just been in the industry for a few years, know that it is taboo to go to the tomb in the rain.

Even if you build a vertical tunnel that goes straight up and down, even if you use a gap board for support, if it rains heavily, the tunnel will become a water inlet, which is very dangerous.

At this time, the soil on the wall of the cave will begin to soften, falling piece by piece, and eventually the whole thing will collapse.

I have studied it before and found that this is a problem with the structure of the tunnel. Square tunnels are more likely to collapse.

In ancient times, the circle was close to the square. Before the Republic of China, there were no Luoyang shovels, and the holes dug out were all round, which was relatively more stable.

If you don’t believe it, go and take a look. Most of the ones that can be left behind today are the old thieves’ caves from the past.

"Master Li, then your son's body was not transported out?"

After finally lighting the paper money, he stood up and shook his head and said, "It was not shipped out because the last thing my son shouted was that he wouldn't let me go down."

"Said there was something in the tomb."

"Is there something? What thing?" I asked in confusion.

Mr. Li pushed the paper money with a branch and said two words.

Zongzi.


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