Lao Fu was not interested in the big millstone and urged us to hurry up.
"Eh? Look, are there any words on this?" Xiaoxuan suddenly made a discovery.
"What word? Let me see."
Look at this.
Just at the edge of the side where the large millstone lies on the ground, several words are exposed. You can't see them all, and you can only see some strokes because they are suppressed.
"How about a way to turn it over? I have a crowbar in my bag," I said.
Brother Yu immediately said: "It won't work. Our...crowbar is too short and cannot be used."
Lao Fu was right next to him, and Brother Yu almost spilled the beans.
He wanted to say: "The crowbar we used to pry the coffin was too short." Fortunately, Brother Yu changed his mind in time.
I thought of a way.
He asked us to use shovels to dig into the ground, hollow out the edge area, then dig in and look upward.
This method is both labor-saving and efficient. The only disadvantage is that it can easily crush people to death.
Seeing the shovel, Lao Fu asked in surprise: "Is this the Luoyang shovel? I've seen it on TV. This is what the archaeological team used."
"Yes, we often use this in our team, we can't do it without it." I laughed.
The hole was quickly dug, my upper body got into it, and then I turned over with great effort.
I wiped the dust with my hand on the handwriting, but it was still blurry and unclear because the dirt was too big.
I shouted outside: "Xiaoxuan, give me your flashlight and knife."
The space was too small, so I took the items, held the strong flashlight between my teeth, and scraped off the thick layer of soil with a knife.
See clearly.
"Qin...Qin Fenglu, Qian is accompanying you."
I really can't recognize the character in the middle. There is just such a line of small characters engraved on the bottom of the millstone.
I climbed out and asked, "Where is Qinfeng Road? Is there such a place name here in Kangding?"
Lao Fu shook his head and said he didn't know, he had never heard of such a place.
At this moment, his head and brows were knitted together, and his eyes were fixed on the big millstone.
After looking at his head for several minutes, he suddenly raised his head and said: "I know, a long time ago, the Xixia people passed by here and left this thing behind. This thing is close to the roadside because it rolled off a carriage.
of."
"Yunfeng, the complete word you just saw should be...accompanied by the Qinfeng Road Bureau of Finance Supervision."
"In other words, this thing is not a millstone used by farmers to grind grain. It just looks like a millstone. It is a cultural relic and should be a model stone."
"Food drying stone?"
Dou Sprout looked at it and asked doubtfully: "Is it because ancient people thought the rice was too hot, so they poured it on top to let it cool before eating?"
"Fan! It's not rice!" Boss said helplessly: "It's Qian Fan!"
Dou Yazai still shook his head: "I don't know, I only know about the medical stone. My uncle used the medical stone water cup to drink tea."
"Yunfeng, what do you think? Do you understand?" he asked me.
I said I don't know.
The head reminded me: "The Qinfeng Road Money Prison was a money-making bureau near the northwest during the Northern Song Dynasty."
