Feng Lao Nong hadn't finished speaking, but I stared at his pants and laughed, which made Wu Feifei inexplicable. I pointed to the old farmer's pants and told Wu Feifei with a smile: "Look at it, our old farmer, that place was always wet yesterday" Wu Feifei glanced at it and laughed.

Old farmer Feng's face turned red and he looked embarrassed. replied: "You two can see clearly, it was wet just now, I didn't take off the underwear, I wore the outer pants directly, and the wet underwear soaked the outer pants at this time, so it was wet."

"Haha, old farmer, don't quibble, you're wet for a while, so why don't you call your old wet brother in the future." I smirked evilly, and was smugly giving him a nickname. When it comes to this nickname, I'm the best at it. Liu Junfeng, who was playing with me, was on fire for a while, and he looked funny. During one of my drinks, I gave him a "mouthful". Unexpectedly, since then, not only a few of us who drink alcohol know that his name is "Lai Zui", but also one of us adults and children in the knitting factory, and even people in Huaishu Street, two kilometers away, also know that there is a young man named "Lai Zui" in the knitting factory.

"Why is your kid's mouth so damaged" Feng Laonong rolled his eyes and said to me, while standing up, unbuttoning the armed belt around his waist, and about to take off his pants.

"Damn, old wet brother, what are you going to do? We don't have a hobby for two big men," I said with a pun on the old farmer.

Feng Lao Nong stopped his hand and said, "What are you talking about?" I want to take off my pants to prove my innocence, but this time I didn't really pee my pants."

"Okay, okay, got it, old wet," I laughed. "Neither of us is an outsider, so you don't have to prove it, we believe in you. You're really peeing, and we won't tell anyone else when we go out. "

"you kid! If you dare to tell others, I'll smash your ass" Feng Laonong fastened his belt and sat back on the ground. "How's it going, you've slept enough? Lao Tzu hasn't slept at all. In steamed buns and dog meat? I'm hungry and tired right now."

I reached out and handed the backpack to the old farmer. The old farmer opened it and saw that the wine was gone, and the dog's legs were gone. There was only a pot of water left and a few cold steamed buns. He rolled his eyes at me, and his mouth trembled with anger: "You two starving ghosts! Lao Tzu is tired for a day, so treat his benefactor like this" while complaining, he picked up a cold steamed bun, took a few bites, and ate it with the cold water in the pot. After eating a steamed bun, I remembered that there were still chili peppers in the bag. I found a few chili peppers as vegetables, and wiped out the remaining steamed buns like a whirlwind.

After I was full of water and food, Feng Laonong stretched out his hand to me, and his five fingers shook up and down, asking for something for me. "What more do you want?" I asked him.

"What about smoke? Give me some points," Feng Lao Nong glared at me.

I raised an eyebrow and responded to him, "What about your own?" Let the wolf take it away."

"Little bastard, what nonsense was you talking about yesterday?" The old farmer said to me impatiently: "My cigarette has already run out, I want it myself, will I still ask you for it?" "

"Okay, old wet, I'll give you points." I smiled and pulled out my folded cigarette from my pocket and held it in my palm. After counting, there were only 16 roots, 6 were handed to the old farmer, and the rest were handed to 5 to the old fan. Lao Fan waved his hand and said, "I still have most of the bag here."

As he spoke, he pulled out his cigarette. Before I could see it, I was snatched away by the old farmer.

"Good fellows! Butterfly Spring, you kid still has such a good cigarette" Lao Shi opened the cigarette case and looked at it, and threw it to Wu Feifei casually, "You kid still bring this kind of play"

When I looked, the cigarettes in the box did not have cigarette butts. It turned out that the cigarettes in Butterfly Spring were exhausted, and they were filled with economic cigarettes. Looking at Lao Shi's disappointed look, he couldn't help laughing.

Since Lao Fan still has more than half a box, I handed Lao Shi two more cigarettes, 8 cigarettes per person. Just evenly distributed. lest the old wet brother scream again.

The three of them smoked for a while, and I asked the old farmer, "Old wet, are you tired?" If you're not tired, let's pack up our utensils, okay? "

"Not tired? You try to be tired or not," Lao Shi complained to me, "However, for the sake of the Ming Instrument, Lao Tzu is out of the way." Let's take a look at what kind of treasure is in that jar. It's his mother's pickle jar, let's take it away for him for money," he said, stood up, and patted the soil on his buttocks.

Seeing this, Wu Feifei and I also hurriedly packed our luggage and followed Lao Shi towards the entrance of the cave.

Lao Shi threw his backpack on the ground, then jumped upward, grabbed the brick at the entrance of the hole with his hands, and then pressed his feet, half of his body was already in the hole. I played the flashlight and shone it on the old wet, only to see the old wet get into it neatly. Then I handed the flashlight to Lao Shi. With him shining brightly, Wu Feifei picked up the backpack on the ground and handed it to Lao Shi one by one.

Finish handing over the backpack. I rushed up with an arrow, grabbed the hole with my hand, and climbed up smoothly. When we got to the top, I realized that the tomb above was not on the same level as the one we were sitting on just now. The graveyard we were sitting on was noticeably about two meters below the level of the one above. Then Wu Feifei also climbed up.

I asked Lao Shi, "How did this tomb come to be built like this?" Why are there two parallel burial tunnels, one high and one low? "

The old wet said proudly, "I don't understand, young man." This design is to raise the main burial chamber, and the round yurt tomb is designed in this way, the lowest of the outermost circle, the higher the inside. The main tomb in the center is at the highest point, and the first is the platform near the water mentioned in feng shui, which will ascend to heaven as soon as possible. The second is to prevent the main burial chamber from being flooded in order to prevent the tomb from flooding. In addition, this design also has a wonderful sound insulation effect, like you are talking outside, through this wall, my side can hear clearly, and I stand on this side of the wall, not to say that it is a speech, even if it is a gun, you may not be able to hear it. "

I nodded admiringly: "Brother Shi, you are really a teacher!" That's a lot to know. "

The old farmer gave me a blank look: "What old wet old wet?" "

"When I say Lao Shi, I mean the teacher" I was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so I added "It's the meaning of the master, the master"

"Haha, that's of course, in terms of experience, I'm really old Si'er (Zhumadian dialect, teacher, master's meaning) level" Feng Lao Nong is quite immodest, "After we get out of this fight, you two dare to tell today's things or call me old wet outside, I will turn your face!" The old farmer said heavily, and then nodded at the two of us with his finger.

While laughing, Wu Feifei and I picked up our bags. handed the flashlight to Brother Lao Shi, and Lao Shi's bag was carried by Wu Feifei. I took a pistol and took on a guard duty. Speaking of warning, I can't even shoot a gun, but I just want to be lazy.

Lao Shi walked in front of him, and just a few steps later, he saw the round door of the small tomb, which was made of blue bricks, and it really looked like the Shaanxi cave in the movie. Then the three of us went into the burial chamber.

As soon as I entered, I saw more than a dozen clay pots, stacked on the side of the wall. I rushed over, picked up a small one, squatted on the ground, and buckled it with my hand, and sure enough, as Lao Shi just said, it was like cement solidified, and it was extremely hard.

Helplessly, this situation cannot be moved, if the crockpot is broken, it will be worthless. The three of us thought about it. In the end, it was decided to use the dagger on his body to pry open this layer of mud little by little.

I put the pistol on the ground. Then Wu Feifei and Wu Feifei took out the dagger, and the old wet brother turned on the flashlight, and Wu Feifei and I stood head to head on both sides, and went to pry the mud together. After prying for a long time, I pried off the sealing mud at the mouth of the crockpot, and then I found a gap. So he inserted the dagger into the gap and slowly pried it up little by little. This is effortless, and Wu Feifei also pried up.

Seeing the mud seal being pried open, I threw the dagger at my feet. Then he held the sealing mud with his hand and lifted it upward. With my exertion, the sealing mud was completely removed.

The moment the sealing mud was removed, a fishy smell came to my face. I choked so much that I almost vomited the food I ate last year. Feng Laonong turned on the flashlight and shone it into the crockpot. I covered my nose, resisted my nausea, and looked out.