The sound of pinching the soil, raising the soil into piles.

The soil was turned out, and the smell of the soil became heavier. The female shopkeeper and the four soldiers have pulled out more than three points of the slope. The slope is three or four steps wide, and they have built steps.

The two soldiers were at the bottom, and the soil was sent up. The two soldiers were in the middle, and the soil was passed upwards. The female shopkeeper was at the top, and brought the dirt to the mound.

The bottom two soldiers sometimes threw the excavated soil to the top of the pit. But then there will be dirt that will fall on their faces and necks.

The village lord walked with his hands behind his back and watched them work. He walked around to the opposite pit and looked down. He said, "Yes, even the steps have been repaired." It looks like a grave mound. ”

A soldier below looked up at the village owner and said, "It is not ordinary people who can live in such a big tomb. ”

The village lord looked down and nodded, and said, "Well, in our Ping'an Village, who can live in such a big tomb?" ”

The soldier said: "Village master, to say a very disrespectful word, you are the only one who can live in such a big grave in our Ping'an Village. ”

The village owner suddenly felt that it was wrong, and it seemed that he was the one who could live in such a big grave in Ping'an Village. Just as he felt something was wrong, the soldier had already spoken.

The village lord looked at the soldier. What this soldier said was indeed the truth, and in Ping'an Village, only he could be treated like this.

The village owner said: "Work hard, this big grave pit can't be said to be the family grave of any villager." The village owner was worried that he would be discouraged, so he told someone else.

The soldiers are busy, and so is the female shopkeeper. The village lord stood on the edge of the pit opposite them, with his hands behind his back. Watch them work, watch the horses under the pit.

Always standing, the village owner is also tired. He found a piece of wood to sit on. The wood was sawn and had knots. It should have gone into the forest to get wood, but it didn't hit it, and sawed it off. Or they went into the forest to collect firewood, and they thought it was not good, so they sawed it off.

Others don't like it, but the village owner thinks this piece of wood is good, so he just takes it to sit.

The village lord sat on a log, cross-legged and watched them work.

At this time, there was a wind in the forest, and the wind blew the trees to move, and the trees were blown upside down, and the branches were moving. It was only the branches of the trees that were moving, and the rest of the place was not moving.

The village lord looked over the forest and said, "Is it windy?" I guess there will be clouds in the sky. ”

The soldiers were working, and the female shopkeeper was working. The two soldiers at the bottom worked harder, because they had to dig the earth, and when they did, they had to send the soil up. It was not delivered to the two soldiers above with spades, but to throw dirt at their feet. Or they threw the excavated soil directly behind the edge of the pit above their heads.

The two soldiers were tired, sweating and panting. The two of them were a little unable to do anything, and the one who spoke to the village lord said, "Let's take a break, I can't do it." The soldier stood with his shovel and pressed the end of the shovel with both hands to look up the pit.

The soldier next to him looked at the first two soldiers and the female shopkeeper, and then at the village lord sitting there.

Two soldiers stood at the bottom, resting with shovels. They looked up at the village master, but they didn't know if the village master would let them rest.

The village lord sat cross-legged on top of it, holding his ear in one hand. When he saw that the two soldiers were tired, he did not immediately go to them. After all, they are really tired, so they have to let the family rest first.

After plucking out his ears, the village lord asked, "Are you two tired?" ”

The soldiers looked at each other and said, "I'm not tired." The two of them said that it was not good to be tired, so they said that they were not tired.

"Not tired? Ah, not tired. The village owner asked himself.

If the village owner doesn't ask, they can rest for a while, and if the village owner asks, they can't rest anymore. I had to dig the shovel and continue to work.

When the village lord saw that the two soldiers had begun to work again, he let them work and did not speak again.

The soldiers dug and picked up the soil, and the female shopkeeper picked up the soil. The horses watched them from below.

The pit is not a bottomless pit, only two people are high. Five people with shovels in their hands, with sweat and blisters grinding out of their hands, dug out a step.

The lowest soldier, standing at the bottom of the pit, threw the last shovel of dirt at the top. At this time he had little strength, and he did not throw the shovel dirt up, but fell down. He couldn't dodge and smashed him in the face, pouring a lot of dirt into his neck.

The soldier threw his shovel to the ground and threw his head to the ground, slamming it into the dirt. Shaking the placket of his clothes, he poured the soil into his neck and put it out of control.

The three soldiers, when they saw that the soldier had not been thrown up, but had been covered, laughed. The female shopkeeper also lightly opened her red lips and smiled with her teeth bared.

The village lord sat cross-legged on top and smiled.

Everyone made fun of the soldier, laughing at him for not being able to throw dirt, but being covered with dirt.

Originally, they dug a slope, and they dug it into a step. The steps had been dug up, and as soon as the laughter of the six men had fallen, the horse set off and walked up the steps to the pit.

When the soldiers on the steps saw this, they all gave way to the horses.

When the shopkeeper saw the horse running out on her own, she stood there and let the horse come by herself. The horse came to her and barked twice. The shopkeeper touched the horse's head and said, "Horse, I've kept you waiting." ”

The shopkeeper touched the horse's head and went over to take the horse's reins. She looked at the horse with the reins of her horse, and the horse obediently let her master tie the reins.

The horses have been rescued. The village owner wanted to sit cross-legged, but he couldn't get up because of numbness in his legs. The village lord sat back, one hand on the ground.

"Oops." The village owner stretched out his leg and let it return to normal.

The soldiers looked at the village owner and saw that he was unable to stand up because of a numb leg.

The horses were out, and the soldiers were carrying shovels and moving out.

The soldiers came out of the pit and came to the ground, and they all stepped on shovels to clean the dirt from the soles of their shoes.

The numbness had passed, and the village lord had stood up. He walked towards the soldiers. It's time to go back to the village and have a son.

The soldiers were cleaning the soles of their shoes, and the village lord came up and said, "Clean the shovels." Back to the village. ”

The soldier had just finished his work and was a little tired. The soldier who dropped the knife said, "Village master, let us take a breath." Take a breath and go? ”

The village lord looked at them and said, "It's the same as panting on horseback." ”

The soldier who dropped the knife said, "Village master, we are all sweating. Horseback riding is windy and prone to colds. ”

The village lord said: "Where did the soldier come from to be so squeamish, like a child, the wind can't blow, the rain can't water?" ”

"Yes." A soldier spoke for the village owner.

When the knife-dropping soldier heard this, he looked at the soldier who spoke, and wanted to say a few words to him, is he stupid?

The village owner said, "Look at the people." A soldier who sweats a little and is afraid of the wind. ”

The soldier who dropped the knife couldn't and said, "Then I'll clean the dirt from the soles of my feet." ”

The village lord saw that they were indeed tired, and asked them to leave immediately, which was a little harsh on them. The village lord walked two steps. Said: "Clean the shovel too, clean it, everyone sweats and leaves." ”

"Oh, this soldier is used to something." The village lord looked to the side with his hands behind his back.

The soldier listened to the sweat and walked again, and he was happy with the dirt on his feet. The one who spoke for the village lord was also secretly happy in his heart. They cleaned the dirt from their feet and looked for branches to clean the shovels.

Each soldier found a branch and scraped the mud from his shovel. When the shopkeeper heard that she had gone away from her sweat, she tied her horse. Came and picked up his shovel, scraped the dirt on the soles of his feet, and found a branch to clean the shovel head.