It can be seen that the old slippery head is really a little angry.

He pointed to the kang and jumped twice in a row, "That thing is fucking down here!" ”

I've been thinking about it for a while.

The thing he was looking for turned out to be a big white face.

In fact, the big white face had already appeared more than two years ago, and it was seen by the third brother who avoided the white-haired wind.

It's just that the matter of making a big white face is only circulated in Sifang Town, and the old slippery head is in the field, and the gold and silver are also disgraceful. Maybe they hid in the manhole and knew that something had happened to the third brother here, but the third brother was alone at that time, and even if he saw a terrible scene, he would not say to himself what he saw.

Later, the people in the town said that when they saw the big white face, it was mostly the scary person who pretended to be a ghost in the gold, because the third brother said that he had seen the big white face first, so the rest of the people may not see what kind of 'ghost' is in the grass nest, so they just blindly echo and say that it is a big white face!

In the end, almost everyone in the town knew about the big white face, but only Lao Slipper and his two apprentices didn't know.

As for why the three masters and apprentices had to take action again after three years, it was mostly related to the rumors in the treasure line, the age and time of the opening of the mountain.

I saw that Uncle Dog's face was pale, but his head was full of cold sweat the size of beans, and I said in my heart that the big white face did not hurt his life, but after this fright, he was probably going to be shocked and sick, and he was raised on the kang for a while.

I was about to persuade him and the third brother to go back first, but the two of them said in unison: "I don't want a baby!" ”

Tang Yi sighed: "I didn't believe that there could be any treasures here, even if there were, if I put my life on the line for something that didn't belong to me, would it be worth it?" Let's go, hurry back to town. ”

After the third brother staggered away with Uncle Dog on his back, the old slippery head immediately got on the kang, opened the secret door flap that Jin Kela climbed out before, and drilled down impatiently.

Tang Yi and I looked at each other, and Tang Yi whispered:

"Ji Yayun and I are taking care of you above, if you need it, call me."

I nodded, jumped on the kang, and lifted the flap, only to see that the depth below was only the height of the kang itself.

"Down, to the right, there's a bright son down there!" The voice of the old slippery head came from below.

I immediately went inside, only to find that there was another secret door on one side that was larger and more limited than the kang hole, and was separated by iron plates.

Pushing open the hidden door and hearing the sound of metal rubbing, it suddenly dawned on me that this manhole was not only dug under the kang but also connected to the kang cave furnace. This not only solves the ventilation problem, but also is equivalent to having two entrances and exits.

When the third brother came, he lit a kang fire, and when he saw him crawling out of the kang hole, he was really white-faced. Later, the people in the town also said that when they saw monsters coming out of the kang hole, most of them were the tricks of gold and silver to bluff people.

There is another downward passage behind the secret door, and it is estimated that there is a lamp under the head when Jin Ke pulls out, so the lighting is not a problem.

I followed the simple staircase of the shovel on one side of the wall, and went down to the bottom, and when I looked closely, there were really all kinds of beds and bedding in the less than ten square meters of floor manhole, and although there was no shortage of air, it was filled with a lewd smell.

Thinking about it, Jin Ke La and Yin Ke La's hid in this manhole for three years, and there was nothing to do on the side, so only the senior brother and sister were 'wrestling' under their bare stomachs.

When I saw a toilet in the corner, two wooden stakes and a chain nailed to the wall next to it, I felt like a mirror.

Poor Lao Cai has been imprisoned by the toilet for the past three years, lingering for a long time, smelling and urine, not saying anything, greedy and causing trouble, and in the end he is tortured every time, and he has to see the pair of men and women 'falling' phoenix in front of each other, it is really better to live than to die.

Next to the bed, there was an earthen table, on which were some canned food and other instant food, and some bits and pieces of daily necessities.

Seeing the old slippery head standing in front of the earthen platform in a daze, I walked to the front, originally wanting to urge him to hurry up, but unexpectedly found a detail.

The old slippery head suddenly turned his face and asked me, "What do you think is man-made here?" What is it used for? ”

"Then you can only ask the owner here."

The old slippery head waved his hand, "You think I didn't ask?" That old pervert didn't even know that there was such a hole under the kang. ”

As he spoke, he turned to the side and crouched down and dragged a large pocket from under the bed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly hid something from the earthen platform into my pocket.

Looking up and down the earthen platform in front of me carefully, I also felt a little weird.

Ground manholes are more common in the north, and in Hebei and North China, deep pits will be dug in the ground to store potatoes and cabbage in winter. In the early days, the Northeast had the most manholes, but most of them were used by poor families to escape the cold.

Because of the constraints, the floor manhole is generally not large, and the things used at home are also placed very compactly, so as to rationalize the use of limited space as much as possible. Rammed earth is the most common to build a table as a table, but this earthen platform in front of the eye is higher than the ordinary chest of drawers. It's not a chest of drawers, it can hold things, and if you build such a solid earthen platform, isn't that a waste of space?

My heart moved, and I tapped lightly on the earthen countertop with a wrench.

The old slippery head walked back and handed me a folding pickaxe with a gloomy face, "You can't do that, you have to use this." ”

With a folding pickaxe in my hand, I squinted at him and asked, "Is that thing in this adobe?" ”

The old slippery head nodded, pulled the things on the countertop to the ground in one go, and began to unscrew a large thermos cup.

As soon as I unscrewed the lid, I immediately smelled a buomy nose.

Without saying a word, the old slippery head poured some of the liquid in the thermos cup on the countertop.

I didn't ask him what it was, but that's what I originally wanted Vitana to prepare for me before I came today.

It's not hard to find, it's ginger water.

It's freezing here, the ground is harder than stone, and it takes a lot of effort to dig through the frozen soil with an electric pickaxe and wind drill. However, everything is born and everything is overcome, so just use ginger to squeeze the juice and drench it, and the frozen soil becomes relatively soft and can be easily excavated.

I didn't make this request to Vedana, because I didn't think he was any ordinary innkeeper, and it seemed that he had always suspected the intentions of us people to come to Sifang Town. If he happened to know about the use of ginger juice, he would have thought even more crookedly. Then Jinghai and I combined, and I also thought of the true origin of the 'painter' couple three years ago. If you want to find treasure in the ice and snow, ginger juice is indispensable, and we don't have to work hard, just pick up ready-made.

Sure enough, not long after the ginger juice was poured on, the surface of the soil platform changed significantly.

It seems that the ginger juice prepared by the old slippery head should have been mixed with other ingredients, and some holes the size of the eyes were etched out on the surface of the earthen platform.

The old slippery head was really angry, and when he saw that the ginger juice worked, he immediately spat in the palm of his hand, picked up another pickaxe and was about to knock it on the earthen platform.

Just before his pickaxe fell, a very strange thought popped into my head.

With such a high earthen platform, it doesn't look like an ordinary house used to place daily necessities.

Why do I feel that this earthen platform looks like a niche for clay dolls on the first floor of my house?