When I reached the stalactite pillar, I stopped and looked around carefully with a flashlight. It was empty, with only a layer of gravel on the ground.
That's right, in the developed photo, that fat white face is in this position.
"Young man, what are you hiding there for?" Lao Ji asked.
I slowly poked my head out, tilted my head, and let my neck hang down.
"right!"
Douyazai clapped his hands and said: "That's it! The same!"
Xiaoxuan said: "Ah, I'm so scared. Yunfeng, what are you doing?"
This pillar is less than five meters away from the underground river on the left. Because the water is so clear that people's faces can be illuminated. I wonder if it could be a problem with light refraction? I can't figure it out...
When we got to the deep pit, Brother Yu used rope darts to build a bridge. They all grabbed the rope and climbed over. The red eyes were bent when they grabbed the rope, which made me jump with fear.
After a few hours, we found the place.
There are still traces of the last fire we burned on the ground. I can see that the wooden boards supporting the hole have been squeezed by the white mud and are somewhat deformed.
"This soil... is this right here?"
With a serious look on his face, Baotou nodded and said, "That's right, Tian Baotou. If you look at the conical head behind you, you can basically conclude that it is a large tomb from the Spring and Autumn Period."
Tian Sanjiu looked down into the pit with a flashlight and asked, "How deep is it?"
The head replied: "About eleven meters."
"Initiation instead of stone layer?"
Nod your head.
"The white mud and stone layer... I have never seen this combination. At present, it seems that the gap board cannot hold up. If we fire a cannon underneath, it will most likely collapse."
"Old Ji, go down and drive ten lock nails here."
"Lock nails" are two iron nails with a thin steel wire connected in the middle. After the nails are nailed in, the steel wire will tighten to strengthen.
"Strange... if it is Chen Hugong of Chen State, how could he be moved here? This is not a geomantic treasure." Tian Sanjiu murmured to himself from time to time.
"The head should be able to come off. Throw down the rope. I'll go down and take a look first, and then I'll bring down the cutting gun and gas cylinder."
Tian Sanjiu nodded, "Get off, be careful."
"Tian Baotou, what are you thinking about?" Baotou asked him.
"Wang Boutou, do you feel that way?"
"I believe you have too?"
He turned his head and said nothing.
The two of them talked half-way, but I didn't understand what they meant.
After going down, we drilled through the horizontal well and saw the second gate.
Many people don't know that alloys existed during the Warring States Period, mainly bronze alloys. If they weren't alloys, they would have rotted into slag if left in such a humid place for thousands of years.
We are standing in a small space, with a layer of rust on the surface of the bronze wall.
This thick layer of red spots and green embroidery is like reminding people that it has been standing here for thousands of years.
Like a soldier, across the long river of time, forever guarding the owner of a certain tomb.
If this bronze wall could be taken out and hauled away in a cart, it would be a great cultural relic, but I don’t know who would take it.
Master Ji turned on his headlight, leaned on the bronze wall, tapped his fingers on different locations more than a dozen times, and listened with his ears.
"How about it, Laoji."
He took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket.
The old man put on his sunglasses, nodded and said, "No problem, leave it to me."
