"Let me introduce you."
"This is Lunzi, this is Lao Mian, and this is Aaron. They have been with me through life and death. They are good brothers who can definitely be trusted."
"Hello, everyone."
I stood up and shook hands with the three of them one by one, as if they were simply acquainted.
The average age of these three people is in their thirties, and they all have tattoos. The look in their eyes makes it look like they were the ones who had killed people with Li Fei back then. Especially this one named Lao Mian. He has tattoos of Guanyin with closed eyes all over his back. At first glance, he is not someone to be trifled with.
Li Fei told them roughly what he was going to do on the phone, and the man named Lengzi said: "Brother Fei, if you say you want to chop someone down, I guarantee that it will be fine, but...dig a grave...how many brothers are there?" I’ve never done this before!”
"That's right, Brother Fei."
The old man held a cigarette in his mouth and said calmly: "I'm afraid that if we dig for a long time, we won't find any hair in the end. That way we won't be embarrassed and lose our fortune."
I quickly explained: "Don't worry, I'm better at stepping on it. As long as we act together, I guarantee we will gain something!"
In fact, what I meant to say is that I am a professional and you can just follow my instructions.
After the crackdown on gangsters, these people's lives were not very good, and they were not in poverty, but they did not have much money on hand. After hearing my promise that they could make a lot of money, these people immediately geared up.
The ancients said that three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. The job of robbing tombs is actually not difficult. As long as you are brave and not afraid to go in, and there is a knowledgeable person commanding you, you can often get twice the result with half the effort.
That night, it was past one o'clock, and the moon was not very bright.
It was quiet here in Nuanquan Wasteland, with a few black figures holding shovels and digging hard one shovel after another.
There are occasional vehicles passing by on the road in the distance, so we don’t dare to turn on the lights here, so we work in the dark.
I, Lao Mian, and Aaron are responsible for digging the soil. Li Fei and Lengzi are one at the top and one at the side of the road. The two of them are responsible for keeping watch.
We all carry walkie-talkies with us. Whenever there are strangers or cars around, the idiot will remind us immediately through the walkie-talkie, and we will stop immediately.
If Tou Tou were to do this job, I guess Tou Tou would not dig the soil in the hole himself. We all know why.
But sometimes, my thoughts are different from those of the boss. I don't trust others, but I don't trust others. Li Fei saved my life, so I dare to hand over my back to him.
More than an hour later, the hole was more than three meters deep. We loaded the wheel truck and moved buckets of soil up.
The soil that was transported was piled nearby, which was different from Yeluzi's method. I planned to backfill the soil later.
"Wait, damn, let me take a breath first."
Aaron's body was covered with dirt. He held the shovel and kept breathing.
The old man smiled and said: "Longzi, your health has deteriorated in the past two years. Why are you breathing so much even though you are doing such a small amount of work? Is it because of kidney deficiency?"
Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Old man, don't stand and talk without hurting your back. You're not married yet, and you won't be much better than me when you get married."
The old man grinned, showing his white teeth and said: "It's not like you don't know damn well, I don't like women, I like men, especially the thin-skinned white ones with small arms, legs and butts | butt balls type."
After saying that, he turned to look at me.
I immediately tensed up and thought to myself: "Damn... I didn't see this. It turns out you are an old glass."
Fortunately, I am not the thin-skinned, white-bodied type, otherwise, I would be really worried that he would have unwanted thoughts about me.
I heard Li Fei from above urging me: "Don't rest! Brothers, hurry up!"
We continued to work, and the hole was dug deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, I noticed that the turned soil began to become a little moist, and the color began to change.
I grabbed a handful of soil and felt it with my tongue.
I'm sure I'm digging in the right spot now.
Many people don’t understand why I always like to lick dirt or bricks. In fact, this is a professional habit. In the past 1960s and 1970s, many old northerners had this habit, and they will never get rid of it in this life.
Soil is divided into natural soil and living soil. Natural soil mainly includes sedimentary soil and alluvial soil. Both of them have no taste. Put this kind of soil on your tongue and your tongue will be clean as soon as you wipe it with your hand.
Living soil must be backfilled or stirred twice, which disrupts the original layers and color boundaries and turns into flower soil of multiple colors. Even after thousands of years, it is impossible to blend perfectly.
If you put this kind of soil on your tongue, you won't be able to spit it out cleanly. It will hang on your tongue like clay.
Then there’s the taste.
There are roughly three flavors in northern grave soil, one is as sweet as moldy rice wine, one is like rotten white radish, and the other is like a strong saltpeter smell.
The top masters of the Northern School, if you give them a taste, they can even accurately tell which city in the country the soil comes from.
Suddenly, the old man shouted: "Look! This looks like a blue brick!"
