I put on my gloves, put down my bag, and chewed my teeth in front of the mirror in the room. The leek dumplings I had for dinner had leeks stuck between my teeth.
At this time, there were several slight knocks on the door.
When the door opened, it was Lao Zhang and his wife. Lao Zhang probably wanted to share more money, so he actually brought his wife with him.
I didn't stop her. I let her roam around while Lao Zhang and I dug the soil.
But it was obvious that his wife was a little scared and lowered her head and didn't dare to talk to me.
Take the night road out of the village.
Lao Zhang was wearing protective shoes and carrying a shovel and whispered: "Brother, we really don't know anything, but we can all work hard."
I nodded: "Just listen to me, I'll do the technical stuff, you don't have to worry about it."
After hearing this, his face showed a hint of relief.
I kept paying attention to see if there was anyone on the roadside. Fortunately, people in the village went to bed early, so I didn't meet anyone along the way, so it was quiet.
When we arrived at the vegetable field, I skillfully put on my headlamp and asked Lao Zhang's wife to go to the field for a walk, and told her to alert us if she saw or heard anything.
He also told Lao Zhang a few things to pay attention to.
"Do you understand everything?"
"understood."
"Then let's get started."
After saying that, I picked up the Luoyang shovel, aimed at the location planned during the day, and smashed it hard.
Quickly lifting up the soil layer, I straightened my headlight and squatted down to inspect it.
"Is it sand?"
"Strange...why is there sand in the living soil? When was this tomb?"
I frowned and thought about it, but I couldn't figure it out, so I and Lao Zhang started digging the hole.
Lao Zhang spit into the palm of his hand twice and swung the shovel very hard, without stopping for a second.
I shook my head, thinking that I was still a layman, so I couldn’t dig like this. I had to have my own rhythm, otherwise I would soon be exhausted, which would slow down the overall speed.
A large amount of loess and small stones were turned up and piled aside. The excavated soil quickly covered the radish seedlings.
As I expected, Lao Zhang soon became sweating profusely and began to breathe rapidly.
I stopped the shovel and asked him to pay attention and follow my rhythm. He must remember to leave a gap in the cave wall, otherwise he would not be able to come up later.
Lao Zhang gasped and said, "Brother."
The thief dug a deep hole, so I asked Lao Zhang to go down and fill the bucket with soil. After he filled it, he shook the rope, and then I pulled it out.
Just like that, without stopping, until 3:30, Lao Zhang suddenly said excitedly from underneath: "Brother! I saw bricks!"
"Come down and take a look! You really see bricks!"
I asked him to keep his voice down, don't get excited, whatever he was calling.
After a visual inspection, the burial depth is consistent with the characteristics of the Liao, Jin and Yuan dynasties, but the presence of bricks does not mean anything, because there were also a large number of brick tombs in civilian tombs in the Song Dynasty during the same period.
After going down, I found something was wrong again, it was unfair!
Kicking away some broken soil, you can see large pieces of old blue bricks under your feet. We are now standing on the top of a vault.
I have seen many vaults before, but never one with such a large curvature.
The whole thing is like a "letter c" turned upside down.
