When people have gained something, they become more energetic, and it doesn't matter if they are tired or tired. After putting the things they turned over away, everyone still thinks that they are getting a big deal.
The result was not good. From the fourth day onwards, our luck started to run out. We didn’t see anything of value the whole day, and the dirt that came up was filled with scraps of metal.
On the fifth day, there was a small gain. Aji found a tortoise shell belt buckle (the ancients used turtle shells to make belt buckles), which was originally supposed to be pinned to a man's waistband.
Baotou's original plan was to retreat within seven days if Heishui City could not be found. However, because we encountered this dry well, in line with the principle that mosquitoes are still flesh no matter how small they are, we unknowingly spent most of our time here alone.
He said it was the last day of work, so he guessed that he was almost at the bottom of the well.
His guess was correct. I pushed the shovel down and felt that I had hit a hard rock at the bottom of the well.
Everyone speeded up, and Xiaoxuan and Aji also helped lift and dump the soil. Everything was done step by step.
Uncle Hu Lu made two more straw frames, and Dou Sprout and I worked together in the well.
Just as the cleaning work was coming to an end, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and suddenly noticed something very different...
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"Don't move yet." I pointed behind Dou Sprout and shouted.
Dou Sprout was startled and asked me what was wrong.
I walked over to Dou Sprout and squatted down, looking at it carefully for two minutes.
Dou Sprout looked down at the thing under her feet and said, "Hey, I was shocked. I thought Yunfeng was studying something, but it turned out to be a broken tile." After that, she planned to kick it away.
"Me!" Before Douya could finish his words, his feet suddenly stepped on him!
We were so close that I subconsciously grabbed Dou Sprout.
"I've caught you! I've caught you Yazai! Don't move!"
Dou Sprout Zai's feet were dangling in the air, shouting and struggling hard.
I grabbed his arm tightly and dragged him up with all my strength.
Dou Sprout was frightened. He turned his head and glanced in shock.
It turns out that those tiles are not one, but are buried in the soil in rows.
Everyone suddenly realized that this was a roof...
We are now standing on the roof of an ancient building. The bottom of the well is actually connected to the roof. The tile that Dou Sprout stepped on was now a black hole, and a large amount of gravel and sand flowed down the gap.
I shouted to the people above: "Head! Brother Qin! Come down and take a look!"
Qin Xingping was the first to come down. He gasped after seeing it and said that this was really a ghost. He didn't expect that there was such a big secret hidden at the bottom of the well. If we hadn't made a sudden decision, we might never have found this place in our lifetime.
When the tiles in other places were lifted, the gap in the roof became wider and wider.
He laid his head on his head and looked at it with a flashlight, then said, "The space down here is not small. It may be a building ruins in Blackwater City. It needs to be ventilated for twenty minutes. Everyone, bring your tools and go down and have a look."
Half an hour later, I was the first to volunteer to go down.
I don't understand the architectural structure of the Xixia period. When I came down, I found that it was surrounded by stone walls and there were a few seven-meter-high thick wooden sticks holding up the roof. It had been too long and half of the wood had rotted. The place where the bean sprouts had just stepped was
There are a few cutoffs directly below, which were originally supposed to be supporting the roof.
Others came down one after another.
"There doesn't seem to be much in this house. Is it an empty house?" Dou Sprouts came down and looked around with his flashlight.
"No, there seems to be something in the corner." He held up the flashlight to the northwest corner, and Dou Sprout said there was something there.
We walked over and saw that it was a ball of black cloth, and the outline under the black cloth looked like a person.
Alxa has a year-round drought and little rain, and the sand is highly absorbent. The fabric was so dry in the sealed space that it was almost weathered. I stretched out my hand and pulled it forward. The fabric was as brittle as tofu and broke when I touched it.
Suddenly seeing what was covered, Xiaoxuan exclaimed and covered her mouth.
It turned out to be a mummy.
What’s even more weird is that this is a mummy with a big belly.
I have seen many white bones, but this is the first time I have seen such a corpse.
The skin on the surface of the corpse was shriveled and collapsed, the facial features were shrunken, and there were a few sparse hairs on the top of the head. Judging from the length of the hair, the mummy should have been a woman during life.
After calming down and observing carefully, he pointed his head at the mummy and said, "Look at the belly of the corpse."
I nodded and said, "I also noticed the head. The belly of the mummy was not collapsed but was very swollen. Maybe she was pregnant before her death?"
"No way," Dou Sprout said, "Even if she was pregnant, she wouldn't be this big. The embryo would have dried and shrunk long ago. I think there's something weird in this mummy's belly."
In fact, what Bean Sprout said makes sense. If the embryo is several months old, it will definitely dry out once it is dehydrated. The dry body will shrink and will not bulge outward like the belly of the corpse in front of you.
Baotou and Qin Xingping looked at each other and said, "I don't know much about Xixia funeral customs. Most people in Xixia are Dangxiang people, and Dangxiang people are descendants of the ancient Qiang people. There are not many people in China who study the ancient Qiang people. Yunfeng."
"I know the clue."
Taking a deep breath, I took out my dagger and stepped forward.
Xiaoxuan and Douyazai looked at me nervously. Anyone who wasn't stupid knew what I was going to do next.
I silently muttered, "I'm sorry, madam," and then started to cut.
The knife was very sharp, and it felt a bit like cutting bacon. The body was so shrunken that the skin and flesh were no longer separated. I cut it down little by little.
"Ouch!" Xiaoxuan couldn't help but turned her back and didn't dare to look.
"What is so hard?" I felt the knife in my hand hit something as hard as an iron block.
Holding back my nausea, I reached in and took it out. Soon, I felt a hard touch, and I touched a triangular hard object.
When this thing was taken out, everyone present was surprised.
The thing in the belly of the mummy is a black iron tower twenty or thirty centimeters high. What I touched just now is the top of the tower, which happens to be triangular in shape.
Dou Sprout raised his eyes and said, "Hey, dear, why do people have the pagoda of the King of Pagodas hidden in their stomachs?"
We started researching this thing.
The tower, which is more than 30 centimeters high, is divided into upper and lower sections. Each section of the tower is equipped with doors and windows. On both sides of the door are engraved small Xixia characters that are more complicated than seal script strokes. There are four cornices on both sides of the tower top, and there are four cornices hanging from the cornices.
There were two copper bells the size of fingernails hanging on it. There should have been four hanging there, but I don’t know where those two went.
A nine-petal lotus is carved around the base of the pagoda, and a circle of small Buddha statues is carved in three-dimensional relief. Some of these small protruding Buddha statues have backlights, and some do not.
This is a pagoda.
I could clearly hear my heartbeat, pounding.
Intuition tells me that this thing is not simple.
In ancient times, there were indeed people who specialized in making iron pagodas, but there were only a few varieties, such as the pure gold gratitude pagoda made by Qianlong for his biological mother, and Chang pagoda, a soul pagoda placed under the coffin of the dead (fired with porcelain clay, similar to a soul bottle).
Here is the pagoda. Among the pagodas, there is a kind of pagoda that is even rarer and more precious. Some people call this type of pagoda uniformly:
