Looking at a dozen migrant workers holding shovels and pickaxes ready to climb down the engineering ladder, Chen Fanqing shouted in a deep voice:
"Come up here. We can't touch this ancient tomb. It belongs to the country. What if you damage it? Can you afford to pay for it?"
"Captain? This is extra money, fifteen thousand?"
A migrant worker asked doubtfully.
"Fifteen thousand is nothing. Go over there and move the bricks for me. I'll give you five yuan per brick, and each person will give me three hundred yuan to move."
Chen Fanqing smiled disdainfully.
When all the migrant workers heard this, their eyes lit up at the same time. It was more practical than digging a hole, and it didn't involve getting covered in mud.
A brick costs five yuan? Ten yuan is fifty yuan, one hundred yuan is five hundred yuan? Three hundred yuan is fifteen hundred yuan?
It has to be said that migrant workers are extremely talented in understanding, and Weiwei can figure out which one is making money just by doing some calculations.
As more than a dozen migrant workers left laughing, the expressions of several well-dressed guys standing at the entrance of the culvert tunnel suddenly changed.
"Hey, why are you countrymen like this? We agreed to go down and clean up the mud and residue, and give you fifteen thousand yuan for your hard work."
A guy in his thirties standing behind the deputy director immediately shouted.
"Do you still want to work on this construction site? Are you looking for death? A bunch of country bumpkins..."
Several other guys also threatened with evil expressions.
When Chen Fanqing heard this, he already had a grudge in his heart. His expression changed, he turned around and sneered:
"How can you stop this subway project just because you say it's going to stop? I still don't believe it today."
After saying that, Chen Fanqing waved his hand and said loudly:
"Brothers, let me go and move the bricks! We won't have anything to do if we dig up these cultural relics. There is still some danger in the culvert.
Speaking of which, everyone has a wife and children, so there is no need to take risks for more than a thousand yuan."
"Yes, Mr. Chen is right!"
"It's better that Mr. Chen is considerate of our brothers. Let's do whatever you say. We won't do this."
"That's right. What if it gets damaged and you ask us to compensate?"
"You kid is ignorant. If something goes missing, you will be arrested and jailed. Do you believe it?"
A group of migrant workers talked nonstop, threw down a few shovels and followed Chen Fanqing without looking back.
A dozen guys from the Cultural Relics Administration Bureau were left standing on top of the culvert, looking ashen and staring.
They are all educated people, they are all people of status, they all dress like dogs, how can they take off their leather shoes, roll up their trousers, roll up their sleeves and dig in the mud?
At this time, the white-haired old man with a big belly looked at Liu Shiba and Cao Xiong gloomily.
Just now, Liu Shiba pulled Chen Fanqing aside and bit his ear, and these people all saw it.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but vent his anger on the two of them.
"That boy, what do you do? Do you want to mind your own business?"
The white-haired old man looked angry and stared at Liu Shiba and asked.
"I am the surveyor of this construction site. What's wrong? I feel that the soil and rocks in the culvert are a little unstable, so I don't recommend taking risks."
Liu Shiba answered casually.
"I take it you don't want this job, right?"
The white-haired old man had a gloomy face and looked at Liu Shiba's rich man's clothes in surprise.
How can a small surveyor dress so extravagantly? I guess it’s hundreds of thousands, right?
And the old man behind him looked rosy and powerful, looking like a virtuous man!
At this time, Zhou Shida, who had been silent all this time, came out of nowhere to smooth things over.
"Forget it, why should we hurt our friendship over such a trivial matter? Liu Shiba, let me introduce to you. This is Director Zhao of the Municipal Cultural Relics Administration Bureau. He has a great influence in the cultural circles in the city."
Zhou Shida said with a smile.
"What does the fact that the director is not the director have anything to do with me? When it comes to work, I really don't want to do it anymore. If you fired me, I would have to thank you."
Liu Shiba has a character that respects me as much as he respects you, and leaves no room for his words.
"Zhou Shida, do you know him?"
Director Zhao seems to have a good relationship with Zhou Shida, and the two people in front of him are well-dressed, which makes him unable to tell the difference, and it is difficult for him to have an attack.
"Yeah! We know each other, we are friends."
Zhou Shida explained with a smile.
When Liu Shiba heard this, he turned around with a strange expression and said with a smile:
"Who are you and I are friends? You picked up the tattered shoes I wore. Are we the kind of friends who have carried guns together?"
"That's right, that's the kind of friend who carries a gun!"
Zhou Shida was not angry at all and was still smiling.
"Okay, okay, there isn't much mud inside. You guys can work hard, go down and clean it up, and open the outside of the tomb."
Director Zhao glared at Liu Shiba fiercely, waved his hand and gave instructions to the people behind him.
After hearing this, several staff members behind Director Zhao had no choice but to take off their suits, roll up their trousers, hold a shovel in their bare feet, and crawl down unsteadily.
About six people went down, and one of them seemed to be the section chief. Before these people went down, they all gritted their teeth and glanced at Liu Shiba.
A group of people groaned and spent a lot of effort to finally clear the area around the culvert, revealing a broken bluestone slab and a gray-white gate behind it.
Because the culvert is high and there are lighting equipment inside, the sightline is very good, and people standing on the culvert can also clearly see the inside.
The door of the tomb is probably made of granite or other stone. Although it is old, it is not difficult to open.
With a dull sound, the door to the tomb corridor was finally slowly pried open by a crowbar...
"Huh? There are nine corpses in the corridor."
"These bones are still very well preserved."
"Strange, what are the things stuck in the mouths of these corpses? I have never seen them before."
A surprised sound came from inside the culvert.
"Shine the iodine tungsten lamp over and show me."
Director Zhao said curiously.
As the lights illuminated, what appeared in front of everyone were nine corpses lying neatly in the tomb corridor. The bones were an astonishing black in color.
The corridor is very dry and has not been corroded by groundwater. It seems that the seal is very good. From a distance, you can see a huge stone coffin in the main tomb chamber.
It is said that in such a dry environment, the bones should not appear so black, but should be white.
This kind of black color is very strange, as if it was poisoned and then buried.
For example, the bones of people poisoned by arsenic will appear black like this.
Standing next to Liu Shiba, Cao Xiong frowned and stared at the nine corpses in the corridor without saying a word for a long time.
At this time, Zhou Shida, who was also standing with Liu Shiba, looked at Cao Xiong and asked with a smile:
"What do you think, old gentleman?"
Cao Xiong glanced at Zhou Shida indifferently, shook his head slightly and said:
"The old man is a fortune teller, not a cultural relic dealer. I can't understand it!"
Zhou Shida nodded and said strangely:
"This is the first time I have seen such corpses. Why do you think there is something like a trumpet inserted in the mouth of every dead person, more than two feet long?
The big mouth of the speaker is outside the mouth, and the small mouth at the back is about the thickness of a child's fist. It is obviously inserted directly into the stomach. What does this do?
Are they pouring something into their stomachs? For example, poison. The bones of these people are all black. They must have been poisoned to death..."
At this time, Liu Shiba had a look of horror on his face. He remembered some of the frightening stories his grandfather told him when he was a child.
"No, those people were not poisoned to death, but suffocated to death. In ancient times, these people were called: human bowls."
