This girl's name is Bai Shiqiong, and the Binxian Auditorium is an industry passed down from her family. She is the third generation of this generation.
I didn’t understand it at first. Since she knew that Manager You often enriched himself, why did she pretend to know nothing about it?
It was only later that she realized that Manager You's grandfather and her grandfather had a very good brotherly relationship. The old man of the Bai family was in poor health, but he was still alive, and she didn't want to break the relationship.
There is another point, and this is the most important.
Bai Shiqiong had connections in Bin City at the time. She knew that her house would be demolished in a few years and a large square would be built. The demolition fee would be a huge sum of money.
That's why she didn't worry about business failure. She summed it up by saying, "Whatever, I'll be a demolition household and I'll be fine."
How dare you do this if you don't have the guts?
I'm not afraid of what she says, because as long as I don't spill the beans, she won't be able to guess that I'm a tomb robber.
After leaving the office, Manager You paced back and forth anxiously.
"How are you, brother? Did you reveal your secret?"
I looked back at the office, smiled and patted Manager You on the shoulder: "Don't worry, brother, I'll give you a good round."
"Brothers!"
Manager You was overjoyed.
"You've helped me a lot. I'll take the time to treat you to dinner, brother."
Walking back to the small building from the auditorium, it was close to the lunch spot.
"Uncle, are you still watering the flowers? The sun isn't strong, don't let it freeze."
"It's okay, young man, I water it like this every year, haha."
After chatting with each other casually, I returned to the small building.
There was no one in the hall. Tingting was leaning on the chair motionless, snoring loudly and frighteningly.
"Cough!" I coughed as I walked in.
Tingting stood up suddenly.
"Welcome, feel free to take a look."
"Tingting, people are coming and going, what are you talking about when you sleep in broad daylight?"
She rubbed her eyes and muttered: "It's you, Brother Xiang, you scared me. I didn't sleep at night. I must be sleepy. It's nap time. Do you think everyone is like you, a night owl who doesn't sleep?"
"Okay, okay," I said with a smile, "You go upstairs and have a rest. I'll see if Water Pump Huangmao and the others are back from bathing?"
Tingting said she just came back and was playing poker upstairs to make money.
It's daytime now, and it's past 12 noon. No one in the square has gone home to eat, so I closed the shop. As soon as I went upstairs, I heard the sound of playing cards and shouting.
"Fuck! Water pump, can you please read the cards?"
"Hey, Lao Wei, it's your fault. This is how I play cards."
They glanced at me after I entered the room. The three of them were sitting on the bed playing gold flowers. A pile of one and two yuan change was thrown on the sheets. Wei Xiaogang and Huang Mao looked at the cards and both placed money. The water pump did not read the cards.
Following the boredom, the three Golden Flower companies did not open cards and just kept throwing away money.
"Huang Mao, if you don't have a good hand, just run away. This one has golden flowers." Wei Xiaogang reminded.
"Haha, what's wrong with Jinhua? Lao Wei, you're still afraid of his boring cards. Let's see who can't stand it."
The three of them continued to stand in a stalemate and threw money on the sheets.
Shui Pump sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile: "That's right, that's interesting. I, Shui Pump, am known as the King of Boredom in Northern Shaanxi. Once I'm bored to the end, I will never open a card. Only others can open me, and I can't open others."
I saw that Wei Xiaogang took a golden flower with a very small number. He threw more than a hundred yuan and ran away. Huang Mao was overjoyed when he saw this and threw the money directly to see the water pump card.
As a result, Huang Mao got an a, and he was cheating.
The water pump was the best. He played against two and won more than two hundred yuan, which made Huang Mao and Wei Xiaogang's faces turn green with anger.
"We're all here, stop playing and get ready to work." Yang Kun went upstairs and said.
"Working? Boss, it's daytime. There are hundreds of people in the small square and dozens of people in the stadium."
Yang Kun glared at the water pump: "You just want to be lazy. Who comes out to wander around at noon? It's okay. I've seen it. We locked the door and no one will come. Hurry up and put on your shoes and go downstairs."
At Yang Kun's urging, the water pumpers put on their shoes and went downstairs in a hurry.
A sign saying "Under renovation, closed for business" was hung outside, and Yang Kun locked the door.
Two rows of shelves were removed and the carpet was rolled up, revealing the wooden boards covering the floor.
He took away the wooden board, sent it down and erected the ladder, put on gloves and a headlamp on the water pump, took the shovel and climbed down the ladder first.
"Hey," the older Ma Aiping suddenly covered his lower back: "Boss, I worked too hard yesterday. I took a bath in the morning and maybe got wind, and now my back suddenly hurts."
"Old Ma, I think you are lazy and make a lot of excrement! Look how active you are at working on the water pump!"
After Yang Kun finished cursing, he turned to me and said, "Xiao Feng, go down and replace Lao Ma."
My eyelids twitched and I thought, when the hell did I become Xiaofeng?
This name sounds like a pretty boy.
Complaints are complaints, but on the surface I still smiled and agreed.
Last night I painted a door on the wall with white dust, clicked the water pump twice, picked up the pickaxe, and started digging the soil.
I shoveled the soil into the bucket, and Sanbao pulled the rope to lift the bucket up. Yang Kun and Tingting were guarding the window. He stared outside without blinking. After all, it was daytime.
Digging forward is different from digging downwards. Digging forward is more labor-intensive. As long as there are no big stones, a pointed pick can dig out a large piece in one go. The sparse soil will fall down like rain, so it won't take much time.
Son, people can already get in.
We didn't even bother to eat. We worked from noon to around 8 o'clock in the evening. Yang Kun secretly bought a lunch box and invited us to come up and eat.
At this time, the thieves dug the hole forward about ten meters and had already exited the small building underground and led to the square outside.
After patting the dirt off their bodies, everyone sat on the floor and ate lunch boxes. Knowing that they were doing physical work, Yang Kun didn't care about the food. The lunch boxes included braised pork and large meatballs, and each person was given a box of milk.
"Brothers, please work harder. Let's continue working after dinner."
I held the lunch box and shook my head: "Brother Yang, that's not how work works. We focus on efficiency, but also on rhythm. After eating, you should rest enough before continuing to work. It won't take a few days to dig the underground palace under the tower."
He thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
The water pump sat on the ground and gave me a thumbs up expression.
After eating and resting until around 12 o'clock, we put on our headlamps and climbed down the ladder.
The water pump was half-kneeling on the ground, digging into the soil without saying a word.
I'm different. I always look up and take stock of the situation, because I haven't laid any planks yet and I'm afraid that the tunnel will suddenly collapse.
According to people in the industry, when digging a horizontal well more than a hundred meters underground, there are two biggest fears: one is deflection, and the other is collapse. I have heard it all, and my boss told me many examples where the hole collapsed and people were buried inside.
, died from lack of oxygen.
Before the Republic of China, tomb robbers used three-inch wide thin boards, three pieces tied together, and a stick propped underground. Now they use gap boards more than 20 centimeters long, and the gaps are stuck together. If the soil is not too loose,
You don't need to use a stick.
The tomb of Marquis Haihun was built by Ma Datou in 11 years. When the archaeological team went down the robber cave, the first thing they saw was the scrapped board. The tomb robbers didn't have time to take it away, so it was all soaked in the puddle.
I'm not here to risk my life with them, so I pay special attention to the loess above my head.
Huang Mao, wearing a headlamp, turned around and said loudly: "What are you looking at all the time? Are you lazy? Hurry and dig!"
"fifty thousand!"
"fifty thousand!"
The water pump kept shouting slogans to cheer himself up.
He dug the soil very hard and didn't seem to worry about the safety of the hole.
Suddenly, the water pump was dug into the soil with a pickaxe, and the pickaxe got stuck.
He pulled it out, but it didn't come out.
"Damn it, is it stuck on a stone? It can't be pulled out."
"Huangmao, come on, help me pull it out."
Huang Mao straightened his headlamp and cursed: "Water pump, where did you use all your damn strength! Did you use all your strength on Tingting?"
"Go away! I'm really stuck. Please help me."
Huang Mao and Shui Pump jointly grabbed the handle of the pickaxe and failed to pull it out for the first time.
Huang Mao said, "I don't believe it anymore." He pushed his right foot on the wall, leaned his upper body back, and pulled outwards hard.
This time he pulled it out, but due to too much inertia, Huang Mao fell to the ground.
The pickaxe brought down a large clod of earth.
I seemed to see something reflecting light, so I looked carefully with a light.
It doesn't matter at this glance, Huang Mao's face turned pale!
I was so frightened that I couldn't even finish my words and started to retreat instinctively.
