C47

Zhu Jianye's childhood best friend was not from his village, but from the "next door" village, which was even closer to his village than the one in the mountain cave. However, the gap between the two sides of the room was quite wide. In their village, there were several families that had gotten married, but there was not a single family in the village. In their village, there were several families that had gotten married, but not a single family had gotten married in the village.

Zhu Jianye was playing with mud on the edge of his own field that day. He was the youngest boy in the family. His mother had gone, and his elder sister was like a mother. His grades were the best in the village, so every rest day, as long as he finished what he needed to learn, he would always want to go anywhere and play. No one would stop him.

That day, as he was using his fingernails to add to the facial features of the little person in his hand, a little boy suddenly jumped down from the tree. He was wearing a apron. She was wearing embroidered cloth shoes and a golden hoop around her neck.

The brat had never seen someone dressed like this. His eyes widened as he asked loudly, "Why are you in our family's field? This is our family's field, who let you in!"

Although his words were fierce, there was no threat in his tone. The kid in the apron was about his age, so he could be his playmate. The most commonly used sentence in the village when fighting children was "Look at Zhu Jianye …", so none of the children in the village were willing to play with him. Xiao Li beside him was a girl again. She didn't want to play some tree diving games with him. Previously, she had been wiped red by her classmates and called a husband and wife. Now, she had lost her only friend.

The child chuckled and said, "You can't come here?" Saying so, she bowed to him.

Zhu Jianye thought to himself, "Alright then, with this attitude of yours, you want to show off. You want to learn better than me?" He refused to accept the fact that he had learned the best of the school's literature and language, so he said, "No way, this is mine!" The child chuckled, his eyes wide. He ran over and pointed to the clay figure in his hand. "Can you lend it to me?"

Zhu Jianye stuffed the mud into his hands, wiped his hands in a dirty puddle on one side, and grabbed the child's clothes, which were embroidered with patterns. The child rolled his eyes. Perhaps it was because he was curious about the undergarment, he asked, "In exchange?"

Zhu Jianye had taken out the mud suit his sister had sewn for him. Wearing a apron, playing with the child for a while before returning home. After washing his hands, he obediently sat by the side, waiting for dinner.

The elder sister coincidentally made his favorite lion head, so when she opened the curtain and saw him, her hand slipped and the bowl shattered into pieces. The four pills rolled on the ground, and one of them landed at his feet.

He wanted to cry, but his big sister stepped on the porcelain and rushed over, pulling the apron out. His neck tightened and he almost couldn't breathe, her hand grabbed the scissors in the basket, and with a Kacha Knife, she cut the straps off. His neck had been cut, and he wanted to cry with pain, but she cut the straps on his back and threw the straps far away, as if they were infected with a virus, and asked him with a ferocious expression, "Where did this thing come from?"

Zhu Jianye had never seen his sister look so fierce before. When he thought of the essay written in the language book, he felt that his sister was possessed by the weasel spirit, and the hot air spewing from her nostrils wanted to kill him. Her eyes widened even more than a cow's.

He didn't answer his sister at all. He shivered all over, closed his eyes, and began to cry.

His sister quickly threw the undergarment into the stove. The flame crackled and burned, and in the middle of it, she suddenly took out the undergarment with a pair of pincers and threw it into the stinky ditch as if she was throwing trash. Then she threw the pincers in as well.

We were excited, so we asked, "And then what?"

Zhu Wei glared at us, "Gone?" How is that scary! " Everyone booed.

"It's not scary, but every time my dad talks about it... "Tsk tsk." Did your dad see that little boy after that? " Zhang Xinya asked.

"Of course I've seen it before!" Someone said excitedly, "I've already said that we're best friends, yet we can't achieve that in a single try."

"But why wear a apron? "How many years has it been, and you're still wearing your undergarment …"

"I don't know. Perhaps it is the tradition of that village. After all, they are inside a mountain. It is possible that they don't have much interaction with the outside world." Peach Blossom Village? That doesn't exist, okay, bro! "

"Dad!"

This sound stunned all of us. A man's voice tremblingly said, "Sigh!" The entire audience immediately burst into laughter. That boy was laughing so hard that his face turned red.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Xin Ya fiercely stared at him, then waved her hand behind us: "Dad, you're here."

"Ya Ya." This man was very gentle. He had a long-sleeved shirt, a cotton jacket, a pair of Adidas, and glasses with black frames that matched Zhang Xinya's.

The boy's face turned even redder, and the group of people instantly shut up. Father Zhang nodded at us. "According to seniority, you guys are younger than me. You can call me Uncle Zhang." His expression was very kind, and his looks were very righteous, causing people to have a favorable impression of him.

He sat on the floor, and the boy who answered handed him a bottle of mineral water with a shake of his hand. When he picked it up, he smiled as if he had just survived a disaster.

Uncle Zhang took a sip of water and looked around. The entire team kept quiet, as if the teacher in charge of the quail class was inspecting a group of quails that hadn't done their homework. "I could feel his gaze on me pause for a moment before he retracted his gaze and said to Zhu Wei," Your father hasn't finished. However, since he is unwilling to speak with you, I can't add anything without permission. " You know about it too? "

Uncle Zhang took another sip of water, neither knowing nor not knowing, "You guys don't know where to start shoveling? Actually, it shouldn't be on this plain. At least the entrance wasn't here. As you have all heard, this tomb is not the same as those planar tombs you have been to before. I suppose there's a hierarchy, a pattern, and it's not run through by a single pipe, but it must be crisscrossed and surrounded on all sides. There might still be some residual mechanism left behind, he thought to himself.

While waiting for him to drink the water, Song Ping asked, "Then, where do you think we should dig it up from?"

Uncle Zhang pointed at a black shadow on the slope as he said, "Over there."

We turned our heads in unison, but all we could see was black. Uncle Zhang sneered. "I can't see it now. Rinse and sleep. I'll bring you guys to dig tomorrow."

We all breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, dusted off our clothes and prepared to go to bed. Of course, brushing our teeth and wiping our faces was about right. Even the three girls didn't dress up too much. After all, most of them were with the dirt, and the girls that really went to the fields treasured their animals. They were pretty without makeup.

When I woke up the next morning, several of them were still asleep. Zhu Wei was pouring water. After washing his hands, he sat down next to me, tore open the package of biscuits, and began to eat them with the water.

Not far away, Uncle Zhang emerged from a hole beneath a tree. He was covered in sweat as he ran over. He scooped up half a bottle of water and gulped it down. He wiped off his sweat and said, "You guys woke up really late. I've already dug to the entrance."

"Wow!" Zhu Wei said in shock, "So powerful!"

Uncle Zhang waved his hand. For the reason of there being more people, each of them brought a portion of breakfast. After wiping their mouths, they went to take a look at the entrance.

The entrance that Uncle Zhang dug was quite unique. The entire passageway spiraled downwards, and each shovel was connected to the front. It looked like a shovelful to the very end. When one squatted down to take a closer look, they would discover a shallow earthen mark.

Everyone was sincerely praising him, but Uncle Zhang didn't care and stood to the side. One of the two experts, a short guy, walked over, looked at the entrance of the cave, then looked at Uncle Zhang who was standing at the side.

No one said anything, but I guess we all had the same idea.

I don't really want to be the leader. Song Ping came out to maintain the peace and said: "This is Uncle Zhang, this is Zhang Xinya's father, this is Professor Li Xianggrong, one of the leaders of our work." The other one was a tall and thin Jia. However, Professor Jia was still in his tent, so there was no need to introduce him.

Professor Li nodded slightly and suddenly laughed. "Do you know Zhao or not?"

Uncle Zhang's expression immediately changed. He bowed and said, "I do."

We looked at it in a strange way, but Professor Li's expression relaxed. His smile turned softer from the stiffness just now, and his entire person became more amiable.

"Let's go."

"Professor Jia …" Ignore him! "

Uncle Zhang led the way at the front while we followed behind. This decision was made by Professor Li, which surprised us slightly.

I don't know what other people are thinking in their hearts, but Uncle Zhang calmly took the lead to jump in first. The hole was spirally downward, so we weren't as relaxed as before. Each of us used our hands to support ourselves on the two sides of the wall and burrowed inside. I was the second to fall down and helped Professor Li up.

He thanked her with a friendly smile, as if he was a completely different person from before with a cold snort.

I waved my hand to say no, and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group.

The people in front of me were all bowing. The ground was so low that even an apple of 1.6 meters was forced to walk with its back bent. I was almost imitating the little old man. Professor Li didn't mind at all as he bent his back. There was no sign of impatience or pain, only interest.

There was barely any discussion in front, but from the sound of the footsteps, it could be seen that the group of people in front were excited. I quite understand. It was too different from the tomb.

After walking a few steps on this compressed flat road, there were murals on both sides, but they were only earth carvings. After so many years had passed, the pictures on the walls had almost all fallen, only a few very deep carvings were still there, and with just these few lines, nothing could be seen.

We can't even tell what dynasty this tomb is from. Someone in front asked something, and Uncle Zhang's voice came: "This should be..." It was the tomb of the Eastern Han Dynasty. "Look at the ground …"

His voice was muffled. I couldn't hear it at all. I didn't think that this group of people would go down like this. After all, many people don't do this for generations, and it doesn't usually feel that way just because they're hot-blooded. A figure walks towards us from behind. When I look closer, it's actually the bitter Song Ping. He wants to support Elder Li, but was rejected with a smile and decided to come with us.

The distance between us and the front was immediately reduced, so Elder Li wasn't in a hurry. There was an elder who was leading the way. I'm about the same as Elder Li. I'm a bit amused by the bunch of chattering people in front of me. Clearly, Song Ping was also quite affected by what was happening in front of him, so he followed by our side. From time to time we listened to Elder Li speak, slowly but calmly, as if he were giving us an explanation, and we felt very comfortable.

The path was long and straight ahead. My compass was in my bag. But basically there was no big change. It was not something that could be compared to those 'tombs that are tens of meters long'. If the soil on this road was completely cleared away, it would be very difficult.

My thoughts were in a mess when a loud sound suddenly came from the front. Song Ping cried out. I kept my back hunched or looking at both sides, and I immediately raised my head.

Three meters in front of him was an earthen wall, and on the other side was another empty path. Clearly, there was a "Y" road blocked.

"What should we do? There really is a mechanism! "

Song Ping wanted to cry but had no tears. When he saw the same calm expression as Elder Li, he instantly felt as if he was struck by lightning. He stammered, "Elder Li, what do you think …"

Elder Li turned his head and glanced at me. When he saw that my face was calm, he snorted and said, "Why are you panicking? Weren't there people leading the way?" But Lu Feng is already gone! "

"His daughter is also here, what are you afraid of." Elder Li waved his hand. I felt that this sentence was a bit strange, but I couldn't say it out loud, so I had to give up.