At five o'clock the next morning, Wan Baolai called Feng Lao Nong. Feng Lao Nong turned on the lamp, got dressed, picked up his backpack and was about to go out. I vaguely felt that Old Farmer Feng was going to leave when he got up, so I asked where to go. Feng Laonong replied that they would go down to the tomb together to have a look. I hummed and fell asleep.

After I slept until midnight and got up, I remembered that yesterday we had said that Wan Bao and Meng Hu would go down to the tomb to dig a hole together, and the four of us were eating, drinking and playing at Meng Hu's house. But why did this old farmer Feng go with them again in the morning. Maybe something happened that this old boy coveted the things in the tomb and went together. Well, I don't want that. There's meat in the kitchen, and the three of us can eat the fuck.

No words for a day. At ten o'clock in the evening, the three of them returned. When I entered the house, I saw all the people with gray faces, as if they had just crawled out of the mud. Wan Bao threw down his tools, sat on a chair with his back against the wall and closed his eyes, and Feng Lao Nong sat on the ground smoking a cigarette. After Meng Hu put down his things, he went to the stove house to light the fire.

I learned that they had not had hot water or hot food all day. The three of us went to the stove house to help Meng Hu cook, and Meng Hu thanked him again and again. There is nothing to cook for rice, so the leftover meat, soup or something is hot, and the bun is put in the pot and slipped, and it is done. After they finished the meal, Meng Hu arranged for us to boil another large pot full of water, and they would take a bath later.

I lit the fire, Wu Feifei pressed the water, and Yang Kexing poured the water into the pot. When they had eaten their meal, the water was boiling hot. Meng Hu poured the hot water into the bucket and moved it to the edge of the well to beckon them to take a bath. Since there were only two pots, they had to stand in the courtyard and wash them with water. So after Wanbao went out, Feng Laonong did not leave. I asked Mr. Feng what they were doing all day.

Feng Laonong replied that he started digging from the hole in the ground, dug into it for more than 20 meters, and found that it was full of stones. After the explosion, the stones were shattered and blocked in the hole. They spend their day digging holes and moving gravel. There hasn't been much progress, but it's certain that the hole isn't just a basilisk's nest. There must be something hidden in there.

After speaking, Feng Laonong went out to take a bath. I secretly thought that if it was really as Feng Lao Nong said, there must be a hole in the cave. But there may be other dangers, I still don't wade into this troubled water, let's drink and eat meat honestly.

After Feng Laonong and the others made an appointment to leave at five o'clock in the morning, they went back to the house to sleep. The three of us drank some more beer outside before we went into the house to sleep.

The next night they came back at nine o'clock, just like yesterday. After eating, I took a shower and went to sleep. I asked Mr. Feng how he had dug yesterday, and Mr. Feng replied that it was not easy to dig, and the inside collapsed badly, and he only dug more than ten meters a day.

And on the seventh day, as soon as it was dark, they returned. After returning to the house, Feng Lao Nong looked excited. We asked him if it was yesterday, and he said he had dug his head. At the end of the cave was a blue brick platform, but it was too high, five or six meters above the ground, for them to climb up. After Wan Bao dug up the platform for nearly a meter, he couldn't dig it anymore. So I'll come back first, and I'm going to find some tools to turn over the platform tomorrow, and see what treasures are on the other side of the platform.

I asked Feng Lao Nong how could Wanbao's shovel not be able to dig. Didn't the shovel say that it had the power of thousands of resentful spirits? Feng Laonong said that he didn't know if it was yesterday, but he couldn't dig it. Wan Bao said that this shovel was built by Cao Cao back then, and now he is using this shovel to dig his grave, and it is also willing to fail, after all, Cao Cao knows that this shovel is powerful, just in case, then there will definitely be relevant defensive measures.

After finishing speaking, Old Farmer Feng went to help Meng Hu prepare tomorrow's tools. When the three of us heard Old Farmer Feng say this, our hearts couldn't help but itch. Although we feared that there would be danger inside, curiosity prevailed over reason. We decided to fight with them tomorrow.

I told Feng Laonong about my thoughts, and Wan Bao said excitedly: "I was about to invite you to go down to the bucket tomorrow, but I was embarrassed to open my mouth, and the little brother took the initiative to ask for it, which is really good!" "

Meng Hu After they got their things ready, they put them in the backpacks of the three of them. Then Meng Hu started to fry a large table of good dishes, and told us to eat and drink, and set off on time at five o'clock tomorrow morning.