"Old Fan, could it be a snakeskin pocket that you hooked just now?"

"It's not like, if it's a snakeskin pocket, it should be soft, and the thing that was hooked just now is hard, and suddenly it's slippery, like a stone."

"It can't be a human head!"

"It's not like hooking your head, you should be able to hook a snakeskin pocket, and a snakeskin pocket won't rot."

Fan Dengbiao pulled a few strands of hair hanging in front of his head to the top of his head, put the head of the bamboo pole into the water, and soon, the whole bamboo pole disappeared into the water.

Old Tang grabbed the edge of the new culvert with his left hand, his body slowly sank, and his right hand also submerged into the water, he wanted to send the head of the bamboo pole into the underwater culvert.

"Old Fan, the iron hook has entered the culvert, you slowly push forward."

Fan Dengbiao followed Old Tang's prompts and slowly pushed the bamboo pole into the culvert - and his body moved in the direction of the culvert.

After being briefly hindered by the head of the bamboo pole, it continued to move forward and stopped when the bamboo pole had reached about 2.5 meters deep into the culvert.

Fan Dengbiao was about to pull the bamboo pole out, but was stopped by Ouyang Ping: "Two masters, please wait a little." How deep is the head? ”

"At that time, I was scared, it was very dark, probably - probably - maybe more than two meters deep!"

Ouyang Ping walked up to Old Tang: "Two masters, stretch the bamboo pole a little more inside—it looks like it stretches to about three meters." ”

"Okay, then stretch another meter."

The bamboo pole came to a stop after about a meter of advancement.

Lao Li began to rotate the bamboo pole, and at the same time, like pulling a bellows, he made forward and backward movements in the culvert.

As we all know, the bamboo pole is in the mud - we are talking about the pure silt will not move in any way, but if it touches a foreign object, the situation is different, and the hand of the person holding the bamboo pole has a feeling - especially Fan Dengbiao.

Guo Lao looked at his watch, and the time was 8:50. Everyone had been delayed on the bank of the river for more than an hour. More and more people gathered around the sluice, and many workers on the construction site came. On the road from Moling to Liuyedu, there were also many people standing, no matter who it was, as long as he walked here, he would stop and put aside what he was doing and what he was going to do for the time being.

There were also a lot of people standing on the other side of the river.

Suddenly, the bamboo pole in Lao Li's hand didn't seem to be so obedient, Fan Dengbiao pushed the bamboo pole forward, but there was no push, Lao Li wanted to pull the bamboo pole outside, but he didn't pull it, he turned the bamboo pole again, but it didn't rotate. Judging by the feel, the iron hook in front of the bamboo pole seems to be entangled in something.

"Old Tang, the iron hook seems to have hooked something—soft." Fan Dengbiao was overjoyed.

"Pull hard out—but slowly, don't get out of the hook." After Lao Tang finished speaking, he dived down, grabbed the bamboo pole with both hands and pulled Fan Dengbiao out at the same time.

Judging by the fact that the two people are moving in the water, the bamboo pole is moving outward. At the same time, more turbid water is pouring upwards. The smell of rancid smell came from the air, and the silt had accumulated in the culvert for many years.

The two men continued to retreat, and judging by the speed at which the bamboo pole was moving, the iron hook must have caught something.

Everyone is looking forward to what is on the hook.

After a while, the bamboo pole in Fan Dengbiao's hand surfaced. Old Tang's hand kept changing its position on the bamboo pole.