Chapter 5
ged a corpse, the owner of which was about the same age as him. There was also a full set of diving equipment in the car.The next day, there was one more news item in the newspaper.A Hong Kong ambulan...This evening, four more people arrived at the inn. There were three men and one woman.
The woman is in charge of our logistics. She's in her thirties, and when she smiles, it's a little suggestive. She has a mole under her eye, which earned her the nickname "One Mole" among us. Later I heard from someone else that One Mole's goal is to sleep with one hundred men before she turns forty.
"Well, well, well, a new face. You're awfully small, aren't you..." Yoyo grinned and looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Alright, alright, Xiao Hong, don't scare him like that. He's just a child, he has some spirit. Maybe in two years of training, he could become something," Wang helped me out of the situation.
The three men are brothers, all surnamed Sun. Ranked by age, they are Sun the eldest, Sun the second oldest, and Sun the youngest.
Wang said to Sun Lao Er and Sun Lao San, "You two are well-known. You can play with the Luo Yang shovel like magic, and you even have a unique skill of flying needles into the ground. Especially when it comes to exploring deep pits, you are extremely experienced."
Sun Lao Da held two positions at once, overseeing both marketing and sales. The first impression he gave me was that he was calm and honest. Only later did I realize that people who appear so honest on the surface are often very shrewd, with eyes that see everything and ears that hear everything. If an emergency situation arises, they can handle it.
To the southwest of Shun De Shun Feng Shan Park, there's a small gully. Locals call it Fei E Mountain. The old timers say the big pit is halfway up Fei E Mountain.
I asked him at the time, "Head, how do you know there's a big pit halfway up the mountain"
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The old man exhaled a smoke ring and told me with narrowed eyes: "Yunfeng, the key to success lies in finding balance. It's like standing on both sides of a horizontal bar, embracing both high mountains and flatlands. Choose a spot for burial in the middle, not on either extreme."
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At the time, I was hearing things in a hazy way. It felt like Wang was speaking tongue twisters; I couldn't understand him at all.
Later, I learned the Classic of Burial Rites, and Wang gave me his experience in locating dragon veins and acupoints. Only then did I understand that Wang's brief four sentences truly captured the Feng Shui advantages of Fei Mo Shan.
That night, at a little past one in the morning, several of us with our big packs arrived at the halfway point of Feimeng Mountain.
Looking at an ancient pine tree, the old man stomped his foot excitedly and said, "Second son, third son, that's it! First, take a sample to taste the saltiness. If there are rocks, then give me a signal!"
Sun Laoer nodded and pressed the small walkie-talkie on his shoulder: "Big brother, it's time for dinner. Are there any guests around"
The walkie-talkie's red light flashed, and Sun Lao Da's low voice came through, "Calm seas, time to start cooking."
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Now that he was sure no one was around, a gleam of excitement flashed in Lao Er Sun's eyes.
He took off his backpack and pulled out a short stick from it, and lastly, a curved semicircular shovel.
Wang turned to me and said, "Yunfeng, this is one of our dinner buddies. Now that times are progressing, we need to keep up with the times. We make a section-cutting sleeve out of Luo Yang shovels and put it inside the bag. No one will be able to tell."
"Clank, clank, clank," Old Second Sun skillfully caught the Luoyang shovel. A well-caught Luoyang shovel was quite long, over eight meters.
"Second brother, this is a deep pit. Is this length enough If not, I have more in my bag," Sun Lao San asked.
"Lao San, don't panic. You can't play around with it later. Let's just take a look at the soil structure below and taste the saltiness first."
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"Yunfeng, come here and help me up," Lao Er said, waving his hand.
I hurried over to help him steady his Yang shovel, and then Sun the Second unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his little brother in front of me. It started gushing.
After he finished, he shivered and pulled up his pants.
He crouched down and stared at the place where the water was flowing for a while. Then he frowned, "No, there are stones down there. We need to find another spot to dig."
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Little Yunfeng, right beneath your feet, you're soaking in a hot spring now.
Although I didn't understand, I still did it. So I started letting the water flow freely.
"Heh heh," Sun Lao Er chuckled, "This young guy's got a lot of fire in him! Look at his bright yellow urine."
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He stared at the ground where I was releasing water for two minutes. Sun Laoer nodded, "Just here, there are fewer stones underneath, it's dry!"
He had tremendous strength in his hands, able to scoop down ten centimeters with each shovelful. Lo Yang continuously shoveled dirt outward.
After most of the dirt was removed with the shovel, I noticed a change in color. It had become somewhat darker.
I asked, "Second brother, look quickly, the soil has turned black. Has it reached the ground"
"Good morning. This kind of black soil isn't what we want. It's a rotten tree root enriched layer, useless."
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The more you explore the hole, the deeper it gets.
"Damn, that's awesome, the pole isn't long enough, Lao San! Extend it!"
As the shaft lengthens, the Luoyang shovel continues to descend.
An hour later, the shovel brought up a layer of white soil, and underneath there was still some blue-grey earth.
Old Sun Erzi sniffed the soil, and suddenly became excited.
"Damn! Wang got his head! This kid Yunfeng is a lucky charm! I haven't seen such a big pit in two years!"
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A shovel hit the compacted earth layer, white clay followed by blue clay!
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Either a nobleman from the Western Zhou Dynasty! Or a small feudal lord!
We're going to be fired!
"Psst! Second Brother, keep your voice down," Sun Lao San reminded with a frown.
Sun Lao Er, however, seemed unimpressed. He waved his hand and said, "The main reason is that I haven't seen a new pot in years. Hopefully, this one is fresh."
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"The term 'new pot' refers to a tomb that has never been looted before, it's fresh. That's the only way to get rich."
The old man then whispered quietly: "That's all just luck. Even if it's just a leftover pot, as long as there are two pieces of meat left in it, this trip won't be for nothing."
"This is the tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty. What if we find a Sanyang Fangzun or a bronze Xuefanglai inside"
"Haha, you're still daring to think about that kind of thing. If something like that really came out, we wouldn't dare sell it, we'd be shut down."
Son Er said this, then pressed the walkie-talkie and said: “Big Brother, Eyeball is saying there's a four sheep square zun in this tomb. Do you have a way to get it”
The walkie-talkie's red light flashed, and a crackle of static came through.
"Don't give me that crap! I don't want to get shot, get to work!"
The Sun brothers were well-known in the criminal underworld, relying on their real skills. Through this layer of soil structure, they could probably picture the situation of the large pit below their feet.
Because the graves are so ancient, they generally have collapsed. To dig a straight line to the main chamber blindfolded is basically a fantasy, and you might end up digging further and further off course, eventually missing the funerary objects altogether.
So, dig down along the top of the tomb passage and then choose to go to either the ear chamber or the main chamber. That's the safest way.
The second and third brothers join the fray, with their whirlwind shovels digging. This is when it's my time to work.
My work is to scatter dirt, but not just any dirt. Otherwise, if I had to carry all the dirt from a stolen hole ten meters deep, there's no way I could finish it.
The soil that matches the color of the surrounding soil is basically scattered in place and you can't really see it. I'm in charge of scattering the soil that was dug up from the compacted earth layers, which are those white and blue soils.
Because the green ointment, white ointment, and soil were mixed together, the color difference was too obvious. So I needed to scatter this soil around and not leave a trace in place.
In this mountain, people are everywhere farming. The gray and white soil brought up by the whirlwind cannot be thrown around carelessly; it can only be piled aside first and dealt with when dawn approaches. fitness square, where Beggar Liu sat on a chair, wearing tattered and worn clothes. Underneath his feet was an equally dilapidated enamel teapot, and he was dozing off with both hands tucked into his...