At around seven o'clock that night, we took the tools and started digging at the marked point we had made.
There are only four people, me, my brother, grandpa, Fatty, and the others are all in the flying saucer.
Because this place is not a place where roads pass, few people come, and as night falls, even fewer people come.
We excavated boldly and tried to dig the hole before twelve o'clock, hoping to gain something.
The soil in the grassland is soft, making it easier to dig holes than in the mountains of Fujian.
Moreover, the soil is mostly in pieces, with sufficient moisture and not so much dust.
The excavated soil blocks were put aside, waiting to be stuffed back into the robbery hole.
I relied on the memory in the illusion to recall the process of entering the Eight White Houses at that time, and followed the memory at that time to dig deeper.
We dug about ten meters, which was already quite deep.
The soil that came out was already filled with sand.
I was a little anxious and asked, "Isn't it here?"
Grandpa and the fat man squatted in the pile of excavated sand at the same time.
The fat man picked up a piece of sand, crushed it with his hands, put it under his nose and smelled it.
"Old Taoist, it's fun."
After hearing this, the fat man suddenly said cheerfully: "This sand smells like burning charcoal."
Grandpa quickly picked up a piece and pinched it, then took a deep breath through his nose and frowned slightly.
I also followed their way and smelled it, but in my nose there was only the smell of sand and grass, and there was no smell of burning charcoal.
"Is it because my nose is not working?
Why can't I smell the smell of burning charcoal?"
I looked at them dumbfounded.
"Yes."
Grandpa nodded and said, "But it's very light.
If it's there or not, it's almost negligible.
After thousands of years of dilution, this smell, coupled with the impact of the smell of earth and sand, has been completely eliminated.
It’s covered.
Only people like us who have received professional training and have heard a lot can smell it.
This is experience and what you lack.”
I nodded.
If I had the experience of a round-robin fight, I would definitely not be able to compare with Grandpa and Fatty.
They are both veterans.
"Hehe, your grandpa is right.
It's like identifying the authenticity of antiques.
You can smell and ask the right ones.
This is a high-level art.
There are many talented people who can immediately tell whether it is an authentic product or not, regardless of the dynasty, just by smelling it.
"The fat man also said proudly.
"Then when you smell the smell of burning charcoal, you say there's something going on.
What's the point?"
I asked curiously.
"Although the tombs in the grasslands are different from the tombs in the mountains, they have some things in common, such as these dry things.
In ancient times, there were no desiccants.
They were usually sand, charcoal, and limestone.
These were usually used in tombs.
After that is done, then lay a layer on top to absorb water and prevent moisture, but there is a lot of rain in the grassland, so this method is not that effective.
I am worried that even if there is a bucket underground, it is probably a water bucket," the fat man judged.
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"So that's it."
I was also a little excited, and I said, "Since we have dug to the moisture-proof layer, we should continue to dig deeper, and we should gain something."
"Well, then work harder."
Grandpa nodded.
"Fat man, you're tired, let me do it instead."
My brother volunteered, but he only wronged a city god who actually fought against us.
"Okay, okay."
The fat man stepped aside and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
My brother tied a rope around his waist, and then the three of us pulled the rope and slowly lowered it into the thief's cave.
Now that we have reached the ten-meter mark, we need to go down alone and put the excavated soil into a basket.
Then we will pull it out and pour it to the side.
In fact, this is quite a crude method.
If you follow the current popular method, it is to use homemade explosives.
The advantage of this kind of explosive is that after it explodes, the impact force squeezes both sides and squeezes the soil from both sides into the hole wall of the burglary cave.
There is no impact force in the upper and lower positions, so no mud will be produced, and the hole is very strong due to the extrusion of the mud, and the blasting sound is very small and will not be discovered.
It's a pity that we are in a foreign country and did not bring this kind of explosives with us.
That Dafeng Tea House must have it, but if we go to buy it, people will definitely know that we are going to do it upside down.
The most famous dou in this place right now is Genghis Khan’s mausoleum.
So once you go to purchase goods, your intentions will be exposed.
The next best thing is to use this old method.
It's a little harder and tiring, but it's safe.
Then we dug for more than half an hour and pulled out about ten baskets of sand.
Suddenly, the brother underneath shouted: "We found it."
These three words made us excited, and the fat man even shouted: "Come up, let me get down."
We pulled our brother up and then went down in place of Fatty.
After all, Fatty was an expert in this area.
The fat man brought a lot of tools with him when he went down.
After he went down, there was a banging sound from underneath.
"Brother, what did you dig up?"
I couldn't wait to ask my brother.
"It looks like a roof, the roof of a white building like a castle," my brother explained.
"The Eight White Houses," I said in surprise, "It's strange, how come the Eight White Houses are more than ten meters underground?"
"It's not surprising."
Grandpa suddenly said: "With Genghis Khan's ability and influence, it is entirely possible to hollow out the soil under the Eighth White House and sink the Eighth White House into the ground to become his own tomb.
It can also guarantee the Eighth White House."
Not damaged at all.”
"This feels a bit incredible.
It is difficult to do it with the current scientific level, let alone the productivity at that time."
I feel it is quite difficult.
"That's not necessarily true.
Compared with the Qin Mausoleum, the Great Wall, and the pyramids of Egypt, such a project is nothing."
Grandpa said again with certainty. boom Ah, there was a scream from the fat man at the same time in the thief's cave.
Moreover, due to the sudden incident, the rope that tied the fat man was not pulled for a moment, and he fell into the thief's cave with a whoosh.
"Fat man" Grandpa shouted to the burglar's cave, but there was only an echo in the burglar's cave, but there was no voice of the fat man.
"Grandpa, let me go down and take a look."
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Before I jumped in, I said to my brother, "Brother, take care of grandpa."
"Well, you go ahead."
With a whoosh, I jumped down.
But instead of going all the way down, he kept supporting the wall of the cave with his hands and feet, and slowly fell down.
There was a hole below, and I was worried about Fatty's safety.
I didn't know if Fatty accidentally fell in because he smashed the roof of the Eight White Houses, or if he was attacked or poisoned.
I jumped out of the hole, and when I landed, I stepped on a soft thing.
There was a wailing sound coming from the thing.
When I heard the sound, it turned out to be the fat man's
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