"Okay, we should be able to get through it," Master Ji took a flashlight and looked at it and said, "No problem, I drilled it."
A few minutes later, a flashlight called, and Master Ji shouted: "Damn it, come here and take a look, this is still a fucking wall."
Go over and take a look.
It can be called a door or a wall. It is less than three meters high and has the shape of an arch bridge. It is all sealed with bluestone strips. Even the ones we step on are bluestone strips.
This style is very similar to the shape of the diamond wall in the Wanli Tomb, but that one is made of bricks and this one is made of wood.
Why is it said to be wood? Because we can tell it when we touch it with our hands. What comes across is the feel of solid wood.
There was a thick layer of dust on the arch, and it left traces when I gently swiped it with my hand.
The surface of the wood is dark yellow and feels a little slippery to the touch, as if it has been coated with wax.
Tian Sanjiu is definitely well-informed. Even when he saw it, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "This... this wooden wall should have been painted with tung oil, otherwise, it would not be preserved today."
"Da da."
Dou Sprout reached out and knocked it, then turned around and asked, "What kind of wood is this? It's also been brushed with oil, and it looks quite strong."
"It's iron wood." Tian Sanjiu said with a cold face.
"Tiehua wood? What kind of wood?" Dou Sprout asked.
I felt it looked similar at first, but I didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of saying it wrong.
We have this kind of wood in the Northeast. It is very hard and cannot be chopped with a knife or an axe. It is said to be a hundred times harder than elm and twice harder than steel. It will not rot no matter how many years it is soaked in water.
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I used to have a classmate whose family made this kind of wood. I have seen foreigners go to his house to collect it and make it into wooden wine stoppers for high-end red wine.
Ironwood was introduced and planted in large quantities in the past hundred years. It was also grown in the wild before, but rarely. During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, this wood was used to make swords, called "elephant swords". It can easily break the same type of pig iron swords and bronze swords.
sword.
Douyazai said: "Master Ji, what should we do? This wooden wall, why don't you cut it open?"
"No, it will go astray."
"Also, I'm afraid the acetylene may not be enough."
"What if we burn it?" I asked.
Master Ji still shook his head and said, "It can't be lit. The wood won't burn."
At this time, the man who had been silent suddenly said: "Although this thing is harder than bronze, there are flaws. You can find it if you are careful."
"Look."
He stepped forward, groped with his hands and said, "Even in ancient times, there was no such a big iron tree. It is so wide. It must be made of several pieces of wood."
"Right here."
"This is the seam."
Wiping the dust off his head, he pressed his hand on a spot on the wooden door and said.
Master Ji suddenly realized: "I almost forgot! Tianbao, you have an electric drill in your bag, give it to me."
It's a joke, this is my first time to rob a tomb with a gas cutter and an electric drill. If you don't know, you thought we were a contractor team, doing interior decoration and plumbing...
After blowing away the dust, Master Ji used an electric drill to remove the layer of tung oil on the surface. A gap was clearly exposed just where his head pointed. From here, it can be seen that this arched wooden wall is indeed made of several pieces.
Very thick wooden boards put together.
The wood is so tight that even a piece of paper can't fit into the seam.
At first, the electric drill slipped and could not go down. Master Ji pressed the drill with both hands for a long time before he drilled a small hole into the crack.
No matter who it was, the owner of the tomb took great pains not to be disturbed.
It was so hard that the iron got into it. It took a lot of effort to drill out a small hole, which was as big as half a little finger.
"Old Ji, are you planning to light up the cannon?" Tian Sanjiu asked.
He was busy without replying, wiped his sweat, and drilled three small holes along the seam. Each hole was not deep, just as deep as a little finger.
The four eyes are a certain distance apart from each other and are connected in a row.
"From now on, no one of you is talking, I can't be distracted."
After saying that, Master Ji took out an iron box from his bag, which was locked.
He opened the lock and carefully took out a brown glass bottle. I saw that there was a "Cough Syrup" sticker on the glass bottle.
This bottle is the advertisement often shown on TV, in which a leopard chases a beautiful woman in a skirt.
"Why are you chasing me? I need syrup urgently," that's it.
However, this bottle is not filled with emergency syrup, but a bottle full of potent nitroglycerin explosive.
Just this small bottle, if Master Ji's hand slipped and fell to the ground, would be enough to send everyone present away.
There is no need to bury him, because this is a ready-made tomb.
No one dared to express their anger, for fear of affecting him or for fear that his hands would slip.
Carefully unscrewing the bottle cap, Master Ji held the syrup bottle steady with one hand, reached into his arms with the other hand, and took out a small bag of something.
He bit it with his teeth and tore it apart. It turned out to be a condom.
"Pooh."
After spitting out the packaging bag, Master Ji bit one end and blew in two breaths.
After blowing up the condom a little, Master Ji swung it twice, turning the thing into a long strip.
Then, he opened the mouth with his thumb and index finger, picked up the syrup bottle, and poured it into it little by little.
The liquid slowly flows in, causing the end of the balloon to slowly bulge into a small package.
I do not know how it is.
As I looked at the bulging bag, I always wanted to take a toothpick and prick it.
