Cang Hai stretched his head and looked at the small square pit, and asked in confusion: "How did you realize that this is a thief?"

The staff didn't say anything, and pointed to the Luoyang shovel in his hand, signaling Canghai to see it himself. Canghai could not see it. He stretched his head and looked for a while, then stood aside and waited to listen to Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Gong guessed that Cang Hai couldn't understand, so he squatted down while looking at the soil in his disciple Luoyang shovel, and said, "From the soil quality, look at the same up and down of the shovel, and then look at the soil produced next to him. What is the difference between the two?"

When Canghai heard this, he looked at the soil on the ground that had hit the ground next to him, which looked like small pillars. When he looked at the soil on the Luoyang shovel, he immediately saw a little trick. The soil brought out by the Luoyang shovel is the same color, but the few soil pillars next to it are different. There is a tread on the top, a section below is gray, and a black one is sandwiched at the bottom.

"This is?"

"This is a sealed soil, and the black one is wood and carbon. The wood and carbon used to prevent moisture before, and there is a tomb below. It is already confirmed that this thieves hole is a bit strange," Zhang Gong said, looking at the thieves hole.

"What's strange about it? Maybe there are many people robbing tombs. Besides, there are no people in front of the village and behind the village. If you didn't come, you probably won't see anyone coming for a year or two. The robbing tombs here will naturally be comfortable." Cang Hai expressed his thoughts.

"It doesn't look like it. Even if it's comfortable to rob the tomb, it's not that comfortable. It's like digging a kiln?"

"Teacher, I seem to have already built a tomb brick!"

"What?" Zhang Gong glared at the student: "How deep is this to hit the tomb brick?"

The man said, "I don't believe it either, but I really can't fight anymore. I'll hit the ground deeper elsewhere, but it's only more than two meters here. When I go down, I can't fight anymore and I'm blocked by a hard object."

When Zhang heard this, he took the Luoyang shovel from the student's hand, knocked off the soil on the shovel, and then slowly looked down along the small hole that the student had just made. When he arrived at a place more than two meters, he really encountered a hard object and could no longer hit it.

"You guys, come here and dig up the place!" Zhang Gong shouted at the people who were descending on the slope.

When a few people down the slope heard this, they immediately walked up with shovels and shovels. Without saying a word, they started digging. Zhang Gong didn't leave and squatted beside him and looked at the people digging.

It was quite easy to dig the loess. A few young men dug together for half an hour and dug a square hole. They stretched down to the bottom according to the original hole-stealing shape. They were blocked by several stones over two meters away.

"What is this?" Cang Hai stretched his head and looked.

Mr. Zhang was also very curious. Several young men stopped the first shovel of things when they dug things, and then carefully began to clear the floating soil on the stone slab.

"There are words!"

A young man was immediately excited.

Hearing his roar, everyone's eyes focused on him, and Cang Hai naturally stretched his head to take a look. Sure enough, a word appeared in the place where the young man cleaned it, saying it was a word, and Cang Hai knew it, but it was a bit difficult to recognize it, because the word was written in a cherry-turning manner, which was really not recognized by Cang Hai's level.

"Is it an epitaph?" Cang Hai asked.

Zhang Gongdao: "If there is no tomb in the Spring and Autumn Period, there is no tomb in the tomb. The tomb in the past appeared later. If you want to determine the identity of the owner, you have to look for the burial objects."

"What did you write?" Cang Hai asked again.

Zhang Gong looked at these words carefully and then read: "Wei Boqi knocked on him, I couldn't see clearly below. It was gone. This should be a stone tablet or part of something, and was dragged over to cover the hole. And judging from the shape of this thing, I would probably not want others to go in again. This tomb robber is interesting!"

"In my opinion, most of the stolen people buried here were stolen by the descendants of the people. Otherwise, they would not have sealed the stolen hole with a few stones, nor would they have dug such a large stolen hole so leisurely," said the one next to him.

"Find a rope, pull out these stones and see what is below!" said Zhang Gong.

Several archaeologists immediately turned their heads when they heard this. Soon all the people from the archaeological team gathered here and started to work hard. Two ropes were tied to both ends of the stone strips. Then four or five people pulled them gently and pulled them apart.

The stone strip moved and opened, and a slightly smaller circular hole was exposed. Looking down the hole, I found that the black hole inside seemed to be bottomless. As the stone slab was pulled open, a cool air came to my face, making the people around me tighten.

Twenty minutes later, a vertically downward circular hole of about fifty centimeters appeared in front of everyone. On the wall of the circular hole, you can also see a small pit leading to the lower part. You can see that these small pits are for people to use up and down, which shows how particular the tomb robbers are.

"Teacher, I'll go down and take a look?" An archaeological team member was eager to try.

Zhang Gong said calmly: "Don't hurry, wait until the data inside is detected. This is the end of today's work. All the data are measured and shown for me, and then process the hole. If all the data are allowed, let's go down tomorrow."

After saying that, Zhang Gong signaled Canghai to follow him down a few steps to the next to the stone strips. There were about four or three stone strips, only one with words, but it was still incomplete. The rest were all white stone strips.

Seeing the old man looking at the white stone strips and looking over and over, Cang Hai was a little confused. What was the beauty of a white stone, so he opened his mouth and asked, "What can you see from this white stone?"

"There are many things that can be seen. First, look at the material of the stone. You can determine where these stones were produced and how far they are from here. And you can also see the level of the craftsman who can be seen from the traces of excavation on it..." said Zhang Gong.

Cang Hai held his knees with both hands, bent down and looked at the old man and stopped to explain. After he finished speaking, he asked, "What did you see? Tell me!"

"I didn't see it!" Zhang Gong said.

“…”.

Cang Hai was swallowed by the old man's words and thought to himself: Didn't you see that you had been talking about me for several minutes?

"But I know that this stone and this tomb are obviously not from the same period. The difference between the two is at least a few hundred years," Zhang Gongdao.

Seeing Cang Hai's confused look on his face, Zhang Gong smiled and said, "In the past, there were bronze products. Do you think it's difficult to use bronze to make stones? So this stone tablet is at least hundreds of years later than this tomb. As for the time of the tomb, it should be before the Qin unification, because this method of piled up tombs and moisture-proof measures are relatively simpler than that of Wang Hou in later generations..."

After explaining it, Canghai understood five or six points. Anyway, he understood one thing. This tomb is an ancient tomb. Judging from this thief hole, it is hard to say how much more things can be left in it.

I heard that this is a tomb of the King of Kings. Canghai felt that even if there was an empty shell left, he had to go down and take a look. It would definitely be different from buying tickets in the future.

In the next time, Canghai continued to take advantage of his unemployed personnel, and looked here and there, and finished dinner and went back to the tent to rest.

Early the next morning, Cang Hai got up to help make breakfast. After eating, everyone rushed to the thief hole on the slope.

A young man in his twenties was chosen, with a rope tied to his body, holding a strong phosphon lamp in his hand, and walking down the thief wall step by step in the small pit next to him.

After walking down several meters, the young man raised his head: "I saw the tomb passage below!"

"How about it?"

"I stood here without any signs of collapse, but it was not possible in front of me, and they all collapsed. The direction of the tomb passage is exactly the direction we predicted. Now, about four or five meters behind me is the tomb gate. This thieves hole is directly in the most fragile place of the tomb passage, and experts are good at it."

The young man below lifted up the strong light in his hand, shone it back and forth, and shouted at it.

"Do you have murals or something on both sides of the tomb passage?"

"No, there is nothing but stones, which are very neatly polished, and the gaps between the stones can only be buckled into the fingernails. This level must be the prince! And there are bronze beast heads with torches on both sides of the tomb passage, which look like the style of the Spring and Autumn Period, bronze, and not seriously rusted, and it is quite beautiful!"

"Go to the tomb gate and open the walkie-talkie!" said Zhang Gong.

The young man turned his body and slowly moved towards the tomb door. When he arrived at the tomb door, he saw exquisite patterns engraved on the tomb door. In addition to the patterns, he reached out and pushed it gently on the tomb door. He actually found that the tomb door was still motionless.

I increased my strength in my hand and reached out to push it still didn't move!

"Teacher, this tomb door cannot be pushed!" said the young man.

"Can't push it? Then you carefully look for if there are any holes below. It is impossible for the tomb robber to take so much effort and leave without taking anything," said Zhang Gong.

According to Mr. Zhang's words, the young man came back and searched in the tomb passage several times, but still found no traces of being dug or pried.

After a while, Mr. Zhang seemed to be a little unable to help it and said to the students around him: "Prepare something for me and I'll go down and take a look!"

The students quickly prepared the tools and tied them to the old man's waist.

"Or why should I go down and take a look?" Cang Hai was quite curious.

"Aren't you afraid of corpse poison or something?" an archaeological team member asked with a smile.

"I'm still making fun of me with this, I'm so funny!" Cang Hai smiled disconcerted.

For archaeological team members, the ancient tombs are not as magical as written in it. They are built by people and then excavated. As for the mechanisms, hidden weapons, etc., most tombs do not have this thing at all. Even if they have been destroyed for thousands of years, they will be almost destroyed.

"You can't go down!" said another archaeological team member.

Because Canghai is not a member of the archaeological team, he cannot go to the tomb.

At this time, Mr. Zhang spoke: "Do you really want to go on?"

Seeing Cang Hai nodding, Zhang Gong said, "Do you do it for this kid too, let him get in front of me, and wait for danger to remember to be the first to pull me up!"

Even though he knew that the old man was joking, Cang Hai still glared at the old man and then honestly asked the archaeological team members to put themselves in a safety rope.

After all sorted it out, Canghai took a mineral lamp and walked slowly down the small pits on both sides with a thief wall. The cooler it was. When he got down, he felt much more energetic. He was not as turbid as air or even toxic smoke.

When I got to the bottom, I raised the light in my hand and looked around. Sure enough, there were stone walls all around. I stood on a slope that was slanted upward. The ramp was not covered with stone slabs. It looked like rammed solid soil when I stepped on it, but the sides and top were all stones, and the polishing was quite smooth.

This kind of smoothness does not mean that a machine can reflect people like a mirror when polishing a machine. The polishing of the stones in the tomb passage can clearly see the marks of polishing from above, and some even form a mysterious pattern.

In short, everything here is novel for the rookie Canghai. Even if there is nothing to see around, Canghai is still happy.

"What are you doing here? Go to the tomb gate to take a look."

At this time, Mr. Zhang had already come down, looked at the surroundings, said to Canghai, and then raised the lamp in his hand and walked towards the tomb door.

Cang Hai followed the old man immediately.
Chapter completed!