Lin Yi raised his head and observed these stone statues carefully.
The details have been completely eroded by the wind and sand, and half of the statues in the front are exposed in the sand.
Most of the stone statues some distance away have been buried in the sand, and the end of the Shinto is completely covered by sand.
Judging from the stones used to make these stone statues, they should be locally sourced from the granite community where they just hid.
Wang Qiang took a pickaxe handle and started hammering around these stone statues.
"Hey, Lao Lin, what do you think these things are about? They didn't exist before, so why did they suddenly appear all at once? It's really bluffing!"
Lin Yi walked in front, stretched out his hand to count the number of these stone statues, and answered his questions by the way.
"Before, these things were buried deep underground like that piece of granite. When the black sandstorm passed by and swept away the sand above, they were exposed."
When the water friends in the anchor room saw these stone statues, they immediately lost their composure.
"Anchor, if there are stone statues, there must be big tombs. Do you want to show me a few tricks to open your eyes?"
"This idea of yours is too cruel, brother. Are you unwilling to send the anchor in?"
"Isn't this a coincidence? Aren't the anchors and the others just here to find a cemetery in the desert?"
"Yes, anchor, didn't you just come to find the cemetery? Now that you have found it, do you have to do something?"
Lin Yi smiled, took out the cyclone shovel from his backpack, and installed it section by section.
This cyclone shovel is different from the ordinary Luoyang shovel.
The copper rod is hollow and contains a mechanism inside.
Nine wavy leaves made of fine steel are inserted into the front end of the copper rod like nine petals. There is a special slot lock spring in front of the copper rod. Once the steel leaves are inserted, they are immediately firmly fixed by the lock spring. A rocker is installed behind the stick.
As long as the user turns the rocker, the cyclone shovel can keep drilling into the ground.
The principle is similar to an auger bit, similar to the ice-breaking auger used by ice fishing enthusiasts.
This thing is a tool used by grave robbers to explore the earth and dig holes.
Sharp-eyed water friends recognized this thing at a glance.
"Tornado shovel? Anchor, please explain how you got this thing?"
"Anchor, are you a little too arrogant? In broad daylight, the world is clear, and you show this thing in front of the netizens in the live broadcast room?"
"And you said you're not a tomb robber? Who in the world would use this thing? Not only do you have it, but you can use it so easily. Turn yourself in. Don't wait until you actually dig up something. It will be too late!"
Wang Qiang's expression suddenly changed when he saw Shuiyou's speech.
"Old Lin, they said you are here to rob the tomb, and you have even prepared the professional tools."
"Listen to their nonsense, I just want to see the quality of the soil under the Shinto."
"Shinto? What is Shinto? Let me tell you, stop nagging like a god like me and speak clearly."
Lin Yi turned the joystick in his hand without raising his head.
"Didn't you say you've seen "Blow Out the Lamp"? You don't even know about Shinto?"
Wang Qiang was speechless for a moment. He had followed the trend of tomb robbing novels and read them a few times.
He has only a superficial understanding of what is discussed in the book. How can he understand these terms?
"The Shinto is the main road leading to the tomb. I just took a look at the number and size of the stone statues around here. It is roughly estimated that there should be more than six pairs. A heavyweight should be buried here, but the regulations of the past dynasties are different. , if you want to judge the age of this tomb, you have to look at the rammed earth."
Wang Qiang was completely dumbfounded.
Someone in the live broadcast room responded immediately.
"Just brag, host, this is the Western Regions, not the Central Plains. According to ancient geographical divisions, this is considered a foreign country. How can it be possible that we still use the burial system of our Han people?"
"That's right. Anchor, I'm afraid you found some film and television shooting base, right?"
"It seems to make sense. These countries don't use the same language as us."
"Is there a possibility that it is the tomb of the Western Region Protector?"
"No matter what the Western Region or the Eastern Region is, in ancient times it was important to return fallen leaves to their roots, and few people died directly in office. Put away this immature idea of yours."
Seeing these contents in the barrage, Wang Qiang finally let out a sigh of relief.
But before he could catch his breath, a barrage immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"The anchor is right. It is indeed possible to estimate the identity of the tomb owner by judging the number of stone statues placed beside the tomb passage. Stone statues have appeared as early as the Qin and Han Dynasties. According to the estimation of our archaeologists, in the Taklimakan area, there are There are two important small countries in China, one is Loulan and the other is Jingjue. They had a deep connection with our Central Plains culture during the Han Dynasty, so it is not unusual for them to use our burial system."
"I'm going, a geological guy left, and an archaeological guy came. It's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in this live broadcast room!"
"Then according to your opinion, the identity of the anchor will be confirmed?"
"Can it still be fake? Look at this knowledge base, look at this skill, and look at this equipment. What else do you have to question?"
Lin Yi had already begun to reverse the cyclone shovel, and pieces of rammed earth were brought out from the ground by the cyclone shovel blades.
He half-crouched and picked up a piece, examined it carefully, put it under his nose and smelled it, then clapped his hands and stood up.
"Judging from the soil quality, I guess this should be a Han tomb."
"Are you proud of me after complimenting you? You are a dog, and you can tell which dynasty it belongs to just by smelling it?"
Wang Qiang also came up, picked up the soil on the ground, pulled it pretendingly, and put it under his nose to smell it.
"Why can't I smell it? Or is my nose stuffed with sand?"
Wang Qiang sniffed, took a mouthful of thick, sandy phlegm, and then put the clod of soil under his nose and smelled it again and again.
"Are you acting like this? If you are good at acting, you are addicted to acting. With your three-legged cat skills, you can fool people like me. There are many big guys in the live broadcast room. I will expose you later. Trick."
Lin Yi picked up the clod of soil, crushed it with his fingers, and spread it in the palm of his hand.
"During the Spring and Autumn Period, most clay paste was cyan. In the Tang Dynasty, glutinous rice paste was mostly used. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, more lime was used. However, in the Qin and Han Dynasties, yellow sand was mostly used, and then mixed with it. Mixed with some mercury and cinnabar. Although it is a desert now, the water resources here were still very abundant in the Han Dynasty, so the soil has not completely desertified, and the structure of the soil can be seen."
The person who just spoke in the live broadcast room immediately followed up with a barrage:
"There seems to be no problem with the basis of the anchor's judgment, but did you miss something? This is just Shinto, and it has not yet reached the true position of sealing the land. Isn't your judgment a bit hasty?"
"Look, it's a slap in the face, isn't it? I told you, don't pretend, you've been exposed, right?"
Wang Qiang shouted with gloating.
