According to the instructions of the old expert, the migrant workers made 20 centimeters of soil under the stone pillars. I can see that the soil has not changed, that is to say, this ash pit is still not finished, but since he said twenty, then twenty, I asked the migrant workers to stop, first they all came up, let the horse team and the old experts later.

The old expert came to take a look, and the idea was really the same as mine, he sighed dissatisfied, picked up a small hoe in his left hand, held a shovel in his right hand, and went down to the bottom of the pit, of course the horse team refused, but the old man was very stubborn: "It's okay, I'm still useful, I'll come by myself!"

So saying, he went into the pit himself. The current state of the pit is quite like a tomb, but it is slanted, and a stone pillar of nearly two meters lies inside. The shallowest part is only 50 centimeters, and the deepest place is estimated to be 1.2 meters.

The old man went down the pit by himself, and went to the bottom of the slope, and when he reached the bottom, he looked at the red color at the end, and gestured with his hands, probably thinking of something, squatting down and began to dig.

The surroundings were quiet again. We were standing next to it, the shadow of the human wall obscuring the sun, and it should be cool under him right now. I saw that he was digging with a hanging belt, and there was more and more floating soil around him, and he was about to run out of place.

Sure enough, he said, "Come and help me clear the soil." As soon as the words fell, he wanted to get up, but he might have squatted for too long, his legs and feet were a little bad, he almost didn't get up, he didn't stand firmly, and he leaned on the end of the stone pillar just now.

The last straw that crushed the horse and the last grain of rice that crushed the ship, are all summaries of the wisdom of the ancients. This support just gave the stone pillar a thrust, but I saw that the thing was directly loosened and began to slide down, facing the old man!

There was a cry from the people above, but they couldn't stop the stone pillar from sliding. The old man at the bottom also panicked, and subconsciously took two steps back. But after all, the space below is so little, and soon he has no way to retreat, and the speed at which the stone pillar slides is not very fast, if I were me, I would jump directly on it, but it is obviously too late for him to react at this age.

We had just woken up from a dream, and the stone pillar was already on the old man's lap. The expression on his face was very painful, and it seemed that he had been taken lightly by this blow.

A few migrant workers hurriedly went down to pull the stone pillar up, and I also went down to help, but this thing didn't have a handle, it was very slippery, and it couldn't work at all. The horse team hurriedly hailed the carriage on it, and then also came down to help.

Seeing that this method was ineffective, he hurriedly squeezed to the old man's side, and squeezed out with his hand on the end of the stone pillar, which may indeed be the most effective way. Fortunately, the pillar was not particularly heavy, and the stone was finally returned to its original position by this method, and the horse team asked a migrant worker to take over, and a few people heard the sound and came to help, and finally stabilized this thing.

The horse team hurriedly returned to his teacher's side, the old man was already sitting on the ground, and the horse team wanted to help him up, but he waved his hand again and again, and did not want to stand up at all. We can only maintain the status quo, a group of people surround the stone pillars, and migrant workers also change people from time to time, after all, holding on to the stone pillars is also individual work.

Until the others came, several people got the old man on the back of the horse team and took him out. Everyone lifted him into the carriage, and the horse team followed him to the Great Hospital. I instructed the migrant workers to let go slowly and orderly and put the stone pillar back into the pit.

The rest of us will do their own work, the afternoon passed like this, and the horse team did not come back for dinner in the evening, I estimate that the old man's injury is not light, and the horse team asked someone to bring back the word, he said that the old man was crushed and fractured, and he may not be able to go back for two days, let me help take care of this side.

I said in my heart that the old man can't complain about others, you let you dig the pit, and the stone pillar is supported by yourself, to put it bluntly, you are the one who broke the disaster yourself. People, sometimes you really can't stick to the rules.

Two days later, the horse team finally returned, and the old man was sent back to his own hospital to recuperate. On the same day, he took a picture of the pit, made a record, and hired a crane to get the stone pillar out of it.

It turned out that when the old man recovered, he told him that there must be something underneath. I thought to myself, too, that is persistent.

Since he said so, I can only continue to excavate. But I'm a life-sparing person, this pit is already deep, and it's relatively narrow, and if you dig deeper, it's dangerous, and there may be a landslide. I asked the migrant workers to find two barbed wire fences to hold up the earth wall so that it was more stable. I went down to dig it myself, because I knew that although my reflexes and skills were not particularly good, they were better than these middle-aged and elderly people, and if I encountered danger, I had a better chance of escaping.

Unexpectedly, the old man was right, and after not much down, he found a human skull, which is commonly known as a skull by the people here. One is not the end, there are several more around. And there were parts of various parts, tibia, fibula, etc. The horse team looked at these things and fell into deep thought. It seems to me that this may be another burial pit, a prisoner of war pit, or a sacrificial pit of some religion.

The size of this relic is definitely not small, and there is still at the bottom, and at my suggestion, the horse team can be regarded as agreeing to my approach. There are indeed no relics around, so I got the whole stratum down, so that it is convenient to go up and down, and then scrape the surface again to find the range of this bone pile, but unfortunately there is no such thing at all, which means that this is littered, not digging a pit and burying it well. I simply didn't do anything, I expanded the scope of the pit a little more, and tried to clean up and expose the scope of human bones.

After several days, I squatted and lay on my stomach, causing back pain, and finally cleared out a layer of human bones that was sandwiched with soil. In addition to the ones I know, there are many of these bones that are broken, and they are also broken into slag, which is very strange. In ancient times, if people were used for burial and sacrifice, theoretically they only needed to cut off their heads.

After I took the photo, it took me almost two days to draw a picture of the pit. But I was a little hesitant to continue doing it because I knew it wasn't done yet.

After listening to me, the horse team asked me to continue, and said, "It's good, but if there are human bones underneath, you don't need to draw, so I don't know how long it will take."

Unexpectedly, he spoke really well, and there were really a lot of human bones underneath. I said in my heart that it was the people from the provincial office who were in a hurry, otherwise this drawing would not have killed me?

After a few days in a row, the human bones were packed with three sacks, and the migrant workers and surrounding residents from other parties also came to see the excitement from time to time when they heard the news, and they always pointed and said something unlucky, which made me very annoying, and I felt like an animal in a zoo, squatting in the pit for people to see.

It took a week to finally clean up a large pile of human bones, a total of five sacks. Most of these bones have commonalities, such as the skull and limb bones are relatively intact, and the trunk bones such as ribs, vertebrae and pelvic bones are more severely damaged. I thought to myself, could it be that this was all crushed by a car?

But just underneath the bones, I found something like a stone. I'm really gasping, is it endless?

To make a long story short, this stone is not a stone pillar anymore, and it is a very strange shape when the whole thing is revealed. How to put it, it looks like a round table, but the middle of it is recessed, like a bowl, and there are many remnants of wood around it, and there is a rotten but vital rope.

The reason why it is said to be very important is that it matches the holes in the previous stone pillars. I have to admire the horse team, after combining the analysis of historical materials, stratigraphic chronology, and comprehensive analysis of the excavated objects, I put forward a bold but very well-founded conjecture - this is the stone used to smash people in the Hou Jing Rebellion.

It sounds a little unbelievable, but there was indeed such a thing at that time, Hou Jing set up more than a dozen such things in Leyouyuan, and smashed all the people who disobeyed him. Although this is not Leyouyuan, but the era is also right, it is also a garden ruins, objects and a large number of broken human bones are also compatible, presumably it is also a product of that short era, and the function must be the same as those of Leyouyuan. And these people were all mashed in the middle, and it is conceivable that someone controlled their hands and feet and dragged them in. Then, the red on the stone pillar, it seems, is bloodstains.

These things were buried in the dust of history with the end of the Hou Jing Rebellion.

Later, several more of the same things were found in the vicinity, and the evidence to confirm the conjecture was more abundant. This discovery also confirms the record of historical materials, and it corresponds to that sentence, and the gold and stone are also a supplement to history.