"Hey," the older Ma Aiping suddenly covered his lower back: "Boss, I worked too hard yesterday. I took a bath in the morning and maybe got wind, and now my back suddenly hurts."
"Old Ma, I think you are lazy and make a lot of excrement! Look how active you are at working on the water pump!"
After Yang Kun finished cursing, he turned to me and said, "Xiao Feng, go down and replace Lao Ma."
My eyelids twitched and I thought, when the hell did I become Xiaofeng?
This name sounds like a pretty boy.
Complaints are complaints, but on the surface I still smiled and agreed.
Last night I painted a door on the wall with white dust, clicked the water pump twice, picked up the pickaxe, and started digging the soil.
I shoveled the soil into the bucket, and Sanbao pulled the rope to lift the bucket up. Yang Kun and Tingting were guarding the window. He stared outside without blinking. After all, it was daytime.
Digging forward is different from digging downwards. Digging forward is more labor-intensive. As long as there are no big stones, a pointed pick can dig out a large piece in one go. The sparse soil will fall down like rain, so it won't take much time.
Son, people can already get in.
We didn't even bother to eat, and worked from noon until around 8 o'clock in the evening. Yang Kun secretly bought a lunch box and invited us to come up and eat.
At this time, the thieves dug the hole forward about ten meters, and they had already exited the small building underground and led to the square outside.
After patting the dirt off their bodies, everyone sat on the floor and ate lunch boxes. Knowing that they were doing physical work, Yang Kun didn't care about the food. The lunch boxes included braised pork and large meatballs, and each person was given a box of milk.
"Brothers, please work harder. Let's continue working after dinner."
I held the lunch box and shook my head: "Brother Yang, that's not how work works. We focus on efficiency, but also on rhythm. After eating, you should rest enough before continuing to work. It won't take a few days to dig the underground palace under the tower."
He thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
The water pump sat on the ground and gave me a thumbs up expression.
After eating and resting until around 12 o'clock, we put on our headlamps and climbed down the ladder.
The water pump was half-kneeling on the ground, digging the soil without saying a word.
I'm different. I always look up and take stock of the situation, because I haven't laid any planks yet and I'm afraid that the tunnel will suddenly collapse.
According to people in the industry, there are two biggest fears when digging a horizontal well that is more than a hundred meters underground. One is that it will miss the mark, and the other is that it will collapse. I have heard it all, and my boss has told me many examples where the hole collapsed and people were buried inside.
, died from lack of oxygen.
Before the Republic of China, tomb robbers used three-inch wide thin boards, tied together, and a stick in the ground. Now they use gap boards more than 20 centimeters long, and the gaps are stuck together. If the soil is not too loose,
You don't need to use a stick.
The tomb of Marquis Haihun was built by Ma Datou in 11 years. At that time, when the archaeological team went down the robber cave, the first thing they saw was the scrap board. The tomb robbers didn't have time to take it away, so it was all soaked in the puddle.
I'm not here to risk my life with them, so I pay special attention to the loess above my head.
Huang Mao, wearing a headlamp, turned around and said loudly: "What are you looking at all the time? Are you lazy? Hurry and dig!"
"fifty thousand!"
"fifty thousand!"
The water pump kept shouting slogans to cheer himself up.
He dug the soil very hard and didn't seem to worry about the safety of the hole.
Suddenly, the water pump was dug into the soil with a pickaxe, and the pickaxe got stuck.
He pulled it out, but it didn't come out.
"Damn it, is it stuck on a stone? It can't be pulled out."
"Huangmao, come on, help me pull it out."
Huang Mao straightened his headlamp and cursed: "Water pump, where did you use all your damn strength! Did you use all your strength on Tingting?"
"Go away! I'm really stuck. Please help me."
Huang Mao and Shui Pump jointly grabbed the handle of the pickaxe and failed to pull it out for the first time.
Huang Mao said, "I don't believe it anymore." He pushed his right foot on the wall, leaned his upper body back, and pulled outwards hard.
This time he pulled it out, but due to too much inertia, Huang Mao fell to the ground.
The pickaxe brought down a large clod of earth.
I seemed to see something reflecting light, so I looked carefully with a light.
It doesn't matter at this glance, Huang Mao's face turned pale!
I was so frightened that I couldn't even finish my words and started to retreat instinctively.
