Yang Kexing didn't understand what the old farmer had in mind. I saw the old farmer happily picking up the Luoyang shovel and walking to the front five meters. kept shoveling, and when he hit down the twenty-section sleeve, he couldn't get in anymore.

The old farmer took back the Luoyang shovel and carefully looked at the shovel head of the Luoyang shovel by the flashlight, which was not what he expected. There was a little stone foam on the shovel head.

Yang Kexing took advantage of his head and asked, "Brother Farmer, what did you find?" "

"As I expected, God helped me and Luo Jie. I hit the edge of the graveyard with my first shovel. You see, there is a stone foam on the head of this shovel, which means that this location is the rock fill layer of the quicksand tomb. If we dig a hole from here, I'm afraid the three of us won't be able to dig into the tomb without three or five years of hard work. And the place where the first shovel is just at the edge of the tomb, we can smoothly drill a hole and go down to the bottom of the tomb. The old farmer replied.

"Then it can be regarded as going down to the bottom of the tomb, but what to do with the sand and gravel in the tomb road leading to the tomb?" Yang Kexing continued to ask.

"Idiot, when it's dawn, go to Shangcai Ji to buy some thick canvas, wrap needles, nylon threads, and other things. Make it into a cylindrical shape, and then cut some thick bamboo from the bamboo pole forest to make pillars. It's like digging coal in a mine. Do you understand? The old farmer replied simply.

Yang Kexing was thoughtful.

"Now you give me a rest, I'll take the lead in digging the hole, and then you two will help me clean up the dirt," the old farmer commanded.

The two men obeyed, and went into their tents to rest. The old farmer picked up the sapper shovel and came to the first place to peek into the eye, thought for a long time, and decided to step back five meters and start making a hole. I saw the old peasants and workers rolling up and down like shovels, and in a few minutes they had already dug a hole with a diameter of about one meter, but it was only twenty or thirty centimeters deep. The old farmer then began to dig diagonally downward, with the aim of driving diagonally into the ground to facilitate the removal of soil and sand and the entry and exit of people.

At this time, the old farmer only wanted to dig to the bottom of the tomb as soon as possible, and take out the bronze tools to cure my poison, and he did not feel tired. Before you know it, the sky has turned white. The old peasant stopped and crawled out. Wake up Yang Kexing and Wu Feifei. When the two woke up, the old farmer told them to take out the old sheets from their backpacks and go down to the hole to clear the earth into the bamboo pole forest.

The two did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly climbed out of the tent. When I came to the thief cave, I was surprised to find it. The hole had been dug to the bottom, and the two groped for the bottom of the cave with a flashlight, only to find that the old farmer had dug nearly 20 meters away this night. The excavated soil has been cleared by the old farmer to the mouth of the cave, and the pile looks like a hill.

At this time, the old farmer lazily lay in the tent and shouted: "After you two clean up, go to the county town together, buy some good canvases, and remember to take the last car and wait for it to get dark before coming back!" After the call, the snoring of the old peasant was heard.

The old farmer was so tired that in his exact words, he wanted to dig up the bronze as soon as possible, as if his body was like a machine, only repeating the action of digging holes, and his brain was blank.

When I woke up, it was already dusk. The old farmer took out some dry food and nibbled on it, and drank some water after gnawing it. He dragged his aching body into the hole and dug it up. I don't know how long I dug for a while, but suddenly I saw the light of the flashlight shining down from above, and heard Yang Kexing call his name. The old farmer knew that it was Yang Kexing and they were back, so he climbed up, met Yang Kexing halfway, and went out of the hole together. Out of the cave, the old farmer lay on the ground, and Yang Kexing handed over a cigarette. The old farmer waved his hand and did not answer, indicating that he was too tired to answer.

Yang Kexing sat on the ground on the side and smoked a cigarette. Wu Feifei opened the two large fertilizer bags thrown by his side for the old farmer to see. The old farmer nodded when he saw the full canvas in the fertilizer bag.

Yang Kexing said: "I bought fifty meters of canvas"

"How wide?" The old farmer asked weakly.

"Two meters two," Yang replied.

"Yes, not bad. You two are free to clear the soil again, and I'll rest for a while," the old farmer closed his eyes.

The two rested for a while, and then went down to the cave to clear the earth. This time, the old farmer dug up the soil and did not clean it out immediately, so the two of them went into the hole and cleaned it up for nearly an hour before clearing all the soil. By this time it was already dark.

The old farmer rested for a long time, and he was relieved. So he took the sapper shovel and flashlight and went down to the hole again, and Wu Feifei and Yang Kexing followed closely behind to help the old farmer clean up the excavated soil at any time.

After digging like this for an hour or so, the old farmer shouted, "Damn, it's the end!" With the old farmer's shout, everyone's eyes were aimed at the old farmer's sapper shovel.

I saw that from a place the size of a bowl, yellow sand kept flowing out, and the old farmer grabbed a handful and looked at it and said, "Good sand!" Smooth and clean with strong fluidity, damn it, I've found the right place. "

After saying that, he told them to clear the soil quickly, and then go out of the hole to cut the bamboo. The two of them quickly loaded the remaining bits of dirt onto the old sheets and crawled out of the hole.

Pouring out the soil, the old farmer arranged for Yang Kexing to cut the bamboo, and instructed the bamboo to be cut into a dozen centimeters slightly larger than the entrance of the cave, and the more cut the better. He and Wu Feifei took out the canvas and cut it into a length of about one and a half meters with a knife. Then he used a sewing needle to sew the canvas into a tube, and when he sewed two or three of them, Yang Kexing's bamboo had already cut more than ten sections. The old farmer took a bamboo section, a canvas, and a two-section sleeve, and went down to the cave with a flashlight.

When I went down to the robbery hole, I found that the bottom of the dug just now had been buried deep in sand. So I quickly stretched the canvas tube open, put the bamboo section in, because the bamboo section is a few centimeters larger, so the bamboo section is diagonally put into the canvas tube, but twist it hard, the bamboo section with the canvas is firmly inserted into the soil of the hole.

As the old farmer continued to insert the bamboo segments, the canvas tube was propped up like a sewer pipe. The old farmer climbed into the canvas hole and took out the second canvas tube, and used the method just now to tie the edge of the canvas tube to the edge of the first canvas tube, and then inserted the bamboo segment firmly into the middle of the canvas tube.

By this time the front had come to an end, and only sand and dirt were mixed together. I saw the old farmer in the canvas tube pressing the mud wall of the thief hole with one hand, and the other hand stabbed one side of the canvas tube to the bottom of the mud and sand with the other hand. With such a poke, some sand flowed into the canvas tube. Then the old farmer poked the other side of the canvas tube into it in this way. At this time, it flows into the canvas tube.

The old farmer hurriedly turned around and went back to beckon Wu Feifei and Yang Kexing to come in and help transport sand. In a short time, the sand was emptied, and the edge of the second section of the canvas tube was crushed by the sand from elsewhere, and the sand could not flow in. At this time, it was a canvas tube that advanced one more than the hole just dug down, that is, a distance of about one meter and a half.

So the old farmer used the method just now to pick up the third canvas tube. After some hard work, the fifth canvas tube has been received. When it came time to pick up the sixth canvas tube, the old farmer could not poke it anyway.