Feng shui requires wind and water, but it cannot be flooded, so the terrain must not be low.
Just like building houses in rural areas, everyone builds them next to each other to be neighbors.
However, there is an unwritten rule when building next to each other, that is, as long as the houses next to each other are built later, the height of each floor or the total height of the building The height should not be higher than that of the neighbors, and it should not block other people's views or scenery, because it will block the wind and water.
In addition to this topography, I think the black soil in this place also has something to say, and it is definitely not that simple.
The word "mo" means black soil.
The word "mo" is divided up and down, which is black soil.
There is a Mohist natural village nearby.
This is definitely not a coincidence.
There is a mystery in it.
The third child was digging there, so I walked to the edge and squatted on the ground.
I chose a piece of land and dug a few shovels.
The soil I dug out was also black.
I looked at the soil carefully, even holding some with my hands to look at it closer, even pinched it with my fingers, and then put it under my nose and smelled it.
It has a very strong earthy smell, but there is also a trace of peculiar smell in it.
As for what the smell is, I can't tell for the moment.
My move was noticed by Xiang Hao who was not far away.
He was slightly surprised and walked towards me.
When he got in front of me, I looked up at him and said, "This black soil is a bit strange.
I have been digging for rough stones for a long time.
With such fertile soil, the possibility of uncovering rough stones is quite high, but it must be dug deeply.”
"Oh, how do you say this?"
Xiang Hao looked at me in surprise.
"Think about it, these black soils are probably the ancient people who burned firewood here for generations to use as fertilizer.
The fertile fields accumulated from generation to generation were later abandoned.
If they were fertile fields, they must have been used to grow food.
Where food is grown, there are basically no stones, otherwise it would be very rough when plowing the land," I continued.
"Tsk, that makes sense."
Xiang Hao sneered, then touched his chin and nodded.
Then he looked at me intently and said, "You have a scientific research shovel in your backpack.
Take off your backpack and let's dig deeper."
I thought to myself, the old fox is finally showing his tail.
I continued to be a fool, took off my backpack, took it over to Xiang Hao, and placed it gently on the floor.
Others were digging around, very alert, to provide cover for him.
They seemed careless, but in fact they were very alert.
They were watching from all directions.
If there was any trouble, they would immediately report to Xiang Hao.
With a hiss, Xiang Hao opened the zipper, then opened the upper part of the bag, revealing the Luoyang shovel inside.
There are three shovel heads and twenty poles.
Each one is one meter long, which means that it can reach a depth of twenty meters.
However, generally when looking at the soil, the deepest is only about ten meters.
This set is enough. .
The connecting rod is made of German fine steel, with a seven-part tube and a spiral connecting rod.
No wonder it is so heavy.
It turns out to be such an advanced thing.
I looked at him intently, cheered up and said, "This thing looks very powerful."
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"That's right, if people in the village hire people to look for minerals, they don't have to use this thing."
Xiang Hao continued to fool me.
Then I didn't say anything and just stared.
First, he connected two poles, and then Xiang Hao asked me to dig the soil.
He first used a shovel to dig a small hole to a depth of one meter.
What was dug out was all black soil.
Damn it, my shovel and my whole body were covered in dirt.
It's dark, like a coal digger.
When I was halfway deep, I came out and said in confusion: "Brother Mouse, is there a coal mine underneath this place?"
"It's not a coal mine.
There are many coal mines in the west.
It's basically impossible here.
This coal mine is the charcoal fossils buried under the forest fires after the earthquake.
There are very few in Yunnan."
After Xiang Hao finished speaking, he stopped talking.
Concentrate on collecting soil.
The soil that came out in the first wave was still black soil, but it was much drier and harder than the soil on the surface.
The soil on the surface was mud-like, but the soil that came out in the first wave was like clods.
The second wave of soil came from three meters underground.
Although it was still black soil, it was already somewhat sandy.
When you pinch it in your hand and crush it, there will be crystal-like black sand on your fingertips.
The third wave of soil came five meters underground.
This was so serious that it brought out a black lump the size of a fist, which stunned Xiang Hao and me.
After all, I have never dug up such a thing before.
Xiang Hao held the piece of thing in his hand.
After looking at it carefully, he smelled it and could vaguely smell a faint smell.
He frowned slightly and I asked him: "Mouse Brother, is this coal?”
The mouse shook his head and said he didn't know, so I picked up a piece from the side, smelled it, and even drew words on the ground with it.
I said, "Isn't this an ink stone?"
"Mo Shi" asked Xiang Hao.
"It's the kind of ink we use to write calligraphy.
Is that kind of ink ground from this kind of ink stone?
I saw on TV that people in ancient times needed to use ink and inkstones to grind ink to write.
Maybe this is That kind of stone,” I guessed.
"It's hard to say, but it's really possible."
Xiang Hao nodded, then took the stone and smelled it again, and then said in surprise: "It really smells like ink.
When I used to write calligraphy with calligraphy, I always felt that the ink It stinks, you just remember that smell."
"Yes, after I smelled it just now, I remembered this smell, so I reminded you."
Xiang Hao nodded.
I looked at the pit where the soil was extracted.
It was already very deep.
Xiang Hao shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's try somewhere else."
"good."
Then we buried the soil we took out back, and this group of people were afraid that the villagers would find out.
Although we got in the car and circled around and reached the foot of Doosan Mountain, we still found a secret location and continued to collect soil, but the soil we took out was still black soil, exactly the same as the one we just took out in Moshan.
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Xiang Hao was smoking a cigarette by the side.
This time it was Lao San who took out the soil.
He looked at the soil he took out in surprise, with a look of confusion on his face.
I knew what he was wondering about, because I also know this.
The purpose of collecting soil is to judge whether there is bucket underground based on the color of the soil and the smell on the soil.
Because generally when the soil is taken out, there is a faint earthy smell on the soil.
That is, after the corpse rots, the entire soil layer outside the tomb will absorb this faint smell.
Most people cannot smell it at all.
It takes an expert to Or specially train the dog's nose to smell it.
A skilled person can judge the age of the bucket based on the smell, whether it is a dry bucket or a wet bucket, what kind of weapons can be found, etc.
But the soil in front of me was all black and smelled of ink, so it was impossible to tell.
At this moment, the third child seemed to have forgotten the existence of me as an outsider, and said out of nowhere: "It's so evil.
It seems that several mountains in the entire foothills are covered with black soil, and the strangest thing is that the compass will malfunction
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