I said yes, and quickly dug up the surrounding loose soil, and a layer of neatly arranged large green bricks was immediately exposed under our feet.
A row of blue bricks fit tightly together, and there is a large amount of dried white mortar in the gaps between the bricks.
I asked Li Fei to drop the hammer and the needle I made during the day, and then I pointed the needle at the crack of the brick.
"Smash it! Look carefully and don't hit my hand." I said.
The old man spat, picked up the hammer and smashed it hard.
"Okay, I'll change positions."
"Go on," I said.
The old man smashed the kidnapper's needle again.
After working for more than half an hour, the old man was sweating profusely and said: "What's going on! Why can't these bricks be opened!"
"Watch it."
When I thought it was almost done, I stood in a safe position, raised my foot and stomped down hard!
Suddenly there was a crash! A lot of green bricks fell down! A black hole with a diameter of several dozen centimeters appeared directly.
The old man immediately lay down on the ground and looked down. He immediately shivered and turned around and said, "Damn, why is it so dark? It feels eerie inside."
They had never seen this scene before, and they could tell that they were a little nervous.
I said half-jokingly: "Nonsense, can a thousand-year-old tomb not be dark? Do you still want someone underneath to help you light a lamp?"
I turned on my flashlight and took a photo, and saw a relatively narrow tomb passage at the bottom, about one and a half meters wide.
Knowing that it was opened, Li Fei also came down to take a look. Like Lao Mian, he was very curious about this unknown thousand-year-old tomb.
Compared to them, I have long lost that sense of freshness, just like returning to my own home.
After we came down, the old man couldn't help but held up his flashlight and took pictures everywhere. He asked me, "I watched TV last time and said that there were white-haired corpses in the ancient tombs. Are there any corpses here?"
I shook my head: "There are white-haired corpses, but they are unlikely to appear in this kind of tomb. There are white-haired corpses in Yunnan. Let's move forward."
This tomb passage is not only narrow, but also short. It only takes a few steps to reach the end, maybe only more than seven meters.
There are no ear chambers on the left and right. Walking along the tomb passage is the main tomb chamber. From the remaining traces on the ground, it can be seen that there should be a wooden door blocking the outside of the main tomb chamber. It has been too long and the wooden door has long since disappeared, leaving only a pile of rotten wood.
When I entered the main tomb and took a flashlight, I was immediately shocked.
I saw that the ground was full of black glazed jars, one jar next to the other. The number was probably at least several hundred, too many to put down.
The old man suddenly shouted: "Look! What the hell is that! It looks like a big hedgehog!"
Wherever there is a big hedgehog, there is a huge iron vat in the corner of the tomb.
I have never seen such a big vat. I just saw iron swords stuck in the vat. Because they are made of iron, hundreds of iron swords have been completely rusted together with the vat. The whole thing is rusty. There was a big iron lump that looked like a hedgehog.
The old man picked up a bottle, weighed it, and asked me excitedly: "Are we giving it away? These bottles are all antiques!"
I nodded: "They are all antiques from the Tang Dynasty. They are all soul bottles, and there are still people living in them."
The old man held the bottle and shuddered, and said, "Don't scare me! I'm very courageous!"
"Why am I scaring you? Look down and take a closer look. There are names engraved on the bottles, and most of them contain the ashes of the past."
When the old man saw it, he immediately put the bottle down.
Excluding the broken ones, each jar is engraved with a person's name. These are sauce-glazed soul bottles from the Tang Dynasty, with ashes inside. In the past, our industry called these soy sauce bottles.
Li Fei was so courageous. He picked up a bottle and took a look at it. Suddenly he said to me in confusion, "Huh? Brother, why is your name on this bottle?"
"My name? Brother Fei, are you kidding me?"
Don't make such a joke! Ominous!
Unexpectedly, Li Fei said: "If you don't believe me, come and see!"
Thinking he was joking, I went over to take a look and saw a person's name clearly engraved on the bottle.
"Zhao Yunfeng."
I immediately cursed bad luck!
Damn it, I actually have the same name as a man from the Tang Dynasty who died for more than a thousand years.
