People on the grassland need to dig cellars to store food for the winter.
People in the Central Plains use the method of digging a well straight up and down. The deeper the well, the more laborious it is, and a large number of tools and helpers are required.
However, the grassland people lived scattered by water and did not have that many helpers, let alone that many refined iron farm tools, so they came up with this time-consuming but labor-saving method.
Generally, they will find a sloping place, dig a hole diagonally into it, and then dig directly upward after expanding the cellar.
In this way, the initial slope is convenient for transporting soil outwards, and can also be directly used as a backfill place for earth materials. When the cellar is dug, the initial slope will be filled. The final cellar entrance will be flat and upward.
There will be no evil winter wind entering the cellar and destroying the winter grain.
In other words, they often start from the bottom of the cellar and dig upward, and the traces will naturally be different from those of top-down excavation.
His eyes were as gloomy as bitter ink.
Northwest again.
The rumored weapons, the married princess, the lost phoenix embroidery, the door fight from the north, all of them seemed to be gathered together by a pair of invisible hands, creating a mess.
Yu Qiansi looked at Boyi, who no longer concealed his understanding of the northwest, and frowned in deep thought, and smiled sweetly.
"Bo Yi, you are really my good luck."
If it hadn't been for him, she probably wouldn't have been thrown here, let alone discovered this.
In fact, it's more than that. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have been unable to find clues that he couldn't find.
The sincere expression made him stunned for a moment. He couldn't tell whether it was a joke or sincere.
This is the second time tonight I heard her say this.
Shanmei Gaocu: "Do you suspect that I am in the same group with that person?"
"How is that possible?" She sneered upon hearing this.
However, maybe he is more important than he thought.
That man did not hesitate to give up killing himself, but also wanted to keep him safe.
If he dies tonight, Boyi, who is with him, will naturally be the first to be suspected.
The murderer neither wanted to hinder his murder plan nor wanted Boyi to be involved, so naturally he could only lock them here and trap them for a while.
It seems that the murderer is indeed planning to take action tonight.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she thought to herself that after this matter was settled, she would look for an opportunity to go to the palace to find out how much the saint knew about Boyi.
The twilight was about to dawn, and it was Zhao Zhao. Through the ice layer above their heads, a small amount of light was given to the two of them.
Luo Ze, who had been crying alone all night, also felt the passing of his life, and gradually changed from sobbing and moaning to howling and crying.
Reluctantly, a small circular piece of sky was created.
Yu Qiansi touched the firework signals in her arms, and there were two left.
Boyi's injury was not serious. He could not wait any longer and could only try his best.
She squinted and aimed at the small hole. If she was lucky, she could break the ice with the first blow and mark her position to others with the second blow.
Seeing this, Boyi stood up holding on to the wall and took the bamboo tube from her hand.
"It's up to me to do this kind of thing. If I accidentally miss it... I'll suffer."
Yu Qiansi was pushed to a position close to the wall and smiled bitterly. This was how he didn't trust his own shooting skills.
As he took aim, he lamented the changes in the world.
For the past ten years, I have been practicing archery and horse training every day, but I didn’t expect that it would come in handy here.
With a slight twist, a bunch of bright colors rushed up carrying the hope of the two people, passing through the small hole, but in the end it was blocked by the unwilling ice edge.
Both sides were willing to die together and exploded at the entrance of the cellar.
The solid ice turned into several fragments and fell from the thick smoke. There were still fragments of ice with sharp edges coming towards them, as if they were making a last ditch effort.
Boyi quickly raised his hand to stop Yu Qiansi, but accidentally touched the wound again and let out a slight hiss.
The thick smoke dissipated, and the skylight completely shone down, pouring all over Boyi, like Qilian ink jade emitting a faint light in the dark night, not bright, but eye-catching.
After confirming that there was no more obstruction at the entrance of the cellar, Boyi raised his arm again and threw out the last fireworks signal.
The screams moved away from them, like a distant muffled sound in another world.
After about a cup of tea, the noise near the cellar entrance gradually became louder, and then there was the sound of whistling in the wind.
"Lord Si Yin - are you down there?"
"It's me," he paused, then added: "And Boyi."
"The kid is okay? That's great! Oh, if I hadn't seen the signal, I wouldn't have believed it. Do you know where you are?" The excitement was palpable.
Yu Qiansi closed her eyes, feeling the residual energy from the drug welling up, making her temples jump.
Why didn't Yaoguang come to save them...
Boyi interrupted: "Suifeng——"
"Boy, call me deputy commander!"
The three words "Deputy Commander" echoed in Juyin's cellar, stirring left and right, until finally only the word "Commander" remained.
Sui Feng seems to be enjoying it very much and still wants to speak.
Boyi quickly said: "Deputy Commander! Can you pull us up first..."
He glanced at Yu Qiansi to one side and thought: If you talk too much, your family will kill someone.
Suifeng said "Oh" belatedly.
He quickly ordered someone to find a ladder and lower it down.
Boyi pulled the end of the ladder with his hand: "You go up first."
Yu Qiansi: "You are injured, so you should come first."
Suifeng heard the words and stuck his head out again to gloat: "What? Boyi was injured?"
Yu Qiansi, Boyi: "Shut up!"
The voice lingered upwards and suddenly erupted at the entrance of the narrow cellar, like a whisper from a god. Sui Feng quickly retracted his neck.
Seeing Boyi's insistence, Yu Qiansi no longer hesitated, jumped up neatly, and climbed up the ladder.
The ladder swayed slightly, Boyi quickly tightened the end, and Yu Qiansi used the strength to climb up.
As soon as we came up, the sky was dazzling.
After getting used to it, he squinted his eyes and looked at the black-clad Wu Yawei in front of him: "Suifeng, how is your Qing Gong?"
"Naturally the best in Beijing."
Is it possible for you to come out of this cellar without any help?
Suifeng looked around again and said proudly: "It's a bit deep, but to me it's not——"
Yu Qiansi used a clever move to throw him down.
Suifeng exclaimed with resentment: "My lord——"
Then it landed firmly in the cellar.
Yu Qiansi said seriously: "Bo Yi is injured. You help him hold the ladder. When he comes up, you can come up yourself. Only in this way will I recognize you as the number one in the capital."
Sui Feng had a sad look on his face and didn't dare to say anything, so he followed the instructions with his mouth pursed.
Seeing Boyi climbing up and the ladder being taken away, he took a whimper and jumped out with Qinggong in a very aggrieved manner.
Yu Qiansi looked around.
This was a small courtyard that had not been inhabited for a long time. Her eyes wandered to a red lacquered wooden door that had just been opened and was still twisting and falling.
Realizing where this place is——
——The backyard of the Weaver Girl Temple in Dunhuafang.
She smiled confidently, her light eyes filled with a look of calmness.
She was originally worried about how to connect the two messes, but the murderer took the initiative to deliver the clues.