After returning home, I told Uncle Liao about the dilemma I encountered and wanted to hear what he had to say.
"Iron coupon top?"
Uncle Liao was surprised and said: "I have heard of this kind of thing. How can there be such a tomb in this desert? Are you sure?"
I wonder if this is fake or not, I have visited more than a dozen pits and checkpoints, and it is 100% safe.
"Um......."
Uncle Liao thought for a few minutes and finally sighed: "If it can't be beaten from the ground, there is really nothing we can do."
"There's another thing you've thought about."
I asked him what happened.
He said: "That madman (red eyes), didn't you say you lived in a sarcophagus before?"
I said yes. There is a brick tomb of a third-rank official in the Ming Dynasty at the same location. It is very shabby and does not have a single thing of value. It is possible that it was preempted by someone a few months ago and the group left a broken tomb.
Luoyang shovel, there is another possibility, that is, the tomb was empty when it was buried."
Uncle Liao shook his head and said: "This is not the point. The point is why is this tomb here? Everything happens for a reason. It must comply with the system specifications of the year. Everything must be traceable, which is the so-called rationality. You
Have you thought about it seriously?"
I said I had thought about it before, but just couldn't figure it out.
Uncle Liao stared at me for a long time without saying anything.
"etc....."
A fragment suddenly flashed in my mind.
Military castle.....
"yes!"
"How could I ignore such an important thing!"
Why was this Ming Dynasty tomb buried in the desert? Uncle Liao said that everything must be traceable and consistent with the rationality of the social system at that time. These words really awakened people in their dreams! I am a fan of the authorities, but bystanders can understand.
Since the early Ming Dynasty, all rulers have loved to build military defense castles in border areas, the most famous of which is the earthen fort.
In the early Ming Dynasty, at the foot of Helan Mountain, there were military defense fortresses such as Sanguan Fort, Pingji Fort, and Zhenbei Fort. These fortresses had been stationed at the foot of Helan Mountain for nearly seventy years, and the owner of that tomb, Jin Along, was the commander of Beidu.
Lianshi probably died during the long seventy-year garrison period. If you think so, it makes sense that he was buried in the Tengger Desert.
The distance between the two tombs at the same location is less than 100 meters.
Jin Aaron....
Jin Youzi...
Could it be...
When I thought about this possibility, my left eyelid kept twitching.
I immediately told Uncle Liao to go out first.
After we went out, Xiaoxuan asked me where I was going, and I said I had something to confirm.
I asked Dou Sprout to get a shovel and a flashlight, and then told the others to stay put.
I found the robbery cave and went down to the brick tomb. I looked at the empty main tomb in front of me, with the sarcophagus still there.
I touched the brick wall behind the sarcophagus with my right hand and started walking forward step by step.
When I reached the end, I looked up again.
All those who are talented in tomb robbing have a sense of direction. This sense of direction does not mean that they are good at remembering directions, but that they can judge the direction under the pit.
I'd say it's a bit mysterious. When I looked at the brick wall of the tomb, a picture came to my mind.
An "I" walks on the tomb.
Another "I" walks under the tomb.
Then he stopped at the same time, turned around, and looked straight ahead.
At this time, the me above saw the large tomb with an iron roof, while the me below the pit saw the brick wall in front of me.
This kind of mental illness is my sense of space under the tomb, which belongs to me, Xiang Yunfeng.
"Dang!" I knocked on the brick wall with the shovel.
"Dang! Dang!" I knocked on the wall twice more.
Dou Sprout heard the sound and was shocked: "The sound is different!"
After listening carefully to the echo, I opened my eyes and began to smash the wall with a shovel.
After all, a shovel is not a hammer, so it is not easy to smash. It took me a long time and sweat to loosen a brick.
I turned the shovel around, pointed the wooden handle at the brick, and poked hard.
