Tian Sanjiu's gunner Lao Ji, whose real name is Ji Lianhai, just happens to have the same name as the one on TV. People in the industry who have seen him call him Lao Ji, Master Ji, and Lao Haiye. He is a gunner here.
In the industry, seniority is very high.
We bought a gas cylinder for a cutting gun at an auto repair shop in the county town. When we came back, I asked him: "Master Ji, when you came here last night, what was in the big bag you brought? I saw you were holding it very carefully."
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"What? Young people are curious?"
Because both parties were working together, he didn't hide it from me and said directly: "I brought four kinds of explosives in the bag. How could I accidentally use them? Especially the oil bottle (nitroglycerin) is unstable and afraid of being touched. Once the force is exceeded,
Big reaction, haha..."
He grinned and pointed at the roof: "Then this area will be blown up for hundreds of miles. It will be much more powerful than the small cannon you are playing with."
This old man....
The detonator that we regarded as a trump card became a cannon in his mouth.
Luo Qishan had done a big job in the past two years, and his status in the industry rose immediately. In fact, the main behind-the-scenes work was Tian Sanjiu and Lao Ji, the artillery workers. The locals must have heard of what I said. He was not arrested.
to them.
Xuzhou, Yaoji Town Shuanggudui, the tomb of a certain king of Xiapi State, and the adjacent ancient tombs of the Western Jin Dynasty. At that time, a group of people dug for four months and dug a tunnel from the canteen.
A week before he succeeded, Tian Sanjiu found out about it.
This group of people dug their way out for four months, but unexpectedly, they were quietly cut off by Luo Kashan.
It only took Lao Ji three hours to use directional blasting to blow through the roof of the tomb and enter the main tomb chamber.
A few days later, the group dug a tunnel and entered through the side wall of the ancient tomb. At that time, the tomb was full of water. They used a water pump to pump out the water, but no matter how hard they searched, they could not find any valuable burial objects, so they picked up a few.
It was junk and sold for tens of thousands of dollars.
So the group of people began to doubt each other, "Did he take advantage of others? Is it that person who secretly took away all the funerary objects?"
There was internal strife among people, and the result was that they were arrested by the relevant departments.
Because it was a monarch-level tomb and the robber holes were all new, the police concluded that they had sold the items to other places.
It’s so damn unfair, it’s been almost eleven years, and several people are still working on it.
Luo Jiashan did a lot of beard-cutting and unscrupulous work like this. She gradually became famous and rose to the status of Huiguan. In addition, she could shrink her bones and was beautiful, like Yu Jie, and gradually became a lot of people.
A young man who has just entered the industry, a dream lover.
What is this called?
This is called "Behind every successful woman, there is a man who is willing to pay silently for her."
Having said that, Tian Sanjiu was bold, careful and resolute in his work. That night we put on our diving suits and dived from Guizailing again.
A tank full of oxygen and acetylene is very heavy and buoyant under water. Most people cannot walk with it, let alone dive.
But Red Eyes is not an ordinary person. Although his brain is broken, his predecessor is from the coastal south. He followed the group of Chaoshan people named Huang to fish for ancient sunken ships. He is born with good water skills.
Red Eyes tied the oxygen bottle and acetylene together with a rope, carried it behind his back and put on a headlamp. Under water, he swam as fast as a fish.
"Puff! Puff!" There was a sound of water breaking,
Several people surfaced one after another.
Tian Sanjiu took off the mask on his face, wiped his face, and curiously looked at the underground cave in front of him.
Everyone climbed ashore one after another. Lao Ji looked around and sighed: "I didn't expect it. It's such a unique place."
"Where is this?"
Dou Sprout said: "Have you seen the four-eyed gods of the Qing Dynasty? You will feel dizzy just looking at them. Also, have you seen a dirty bucket?"
"Don't talk nonsense," I frowned and said, "Tian Boutou, have you seen the reflective sign on the wall? That's the mark we left last time. There are some places that are very difficult to walk and very slippery. You must be careful.
some."
Tian Sanjiu waved his hand, "Of course, you lead the way and we will follow."
I nodded and Brother Yu led the way.
Red Eyes is already taller and wider than Brother Yu. He is carrying oxygen and acetylene on his back on a rope and is so tall that he looks like a fool.
He walked without looking, and would often get stuck with a "clang" sound while walking.
At this time, Dou Sprout hurried over and said, "Damn it, Brother Yan, you are so awesome. These two bottles weigh two hundred pounds, right? Aren't you tired?"
The red-eyed man said nothing, glared, pushed Bean Sprouts down and continued walking.
Douyazai patted his butt and stood up, whispering to me: "Look at him, he must have been reincarnated by a cow in his last life, what a fool."
Reflective road signs played a big role. We had clear goals and made rapid progress.
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. We 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 solemn expression 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 between them. After being 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 by a cart, it would be a great thing, but I don’t know who would take it away.
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."
