Don't talk nonsense, come thousands of miles to be an official, for food and clothing, officials are like this, and so are foreigners. These so-called adventurers came to the Qing Kingdom crying and shouting, just to get rich, and everything else was finished.

Of course, if these adventurers do business with the Great Qing Kingdom seriously, first, they don't have that qualifications, and second, they don't have that capital. But they have their own way of making money.

is a little awesome, directly doing arms business with the Tianping Heavenly Kingdom, acting as a broker for arms smuggling, and arming the Tianping Tian** team is not inferior to any modern foreign ** team.

How could it be that the soldiers of the Heavenly Kingdom were too unlucky, and he was stunned to use the AK47 as a crescent shovel, but he was beaten by Zeng Guofan with an old-fashioned gun.

Otherwise, Grandpa Mao later incisively summed up this situation as follows: War cannot be weapon-only, and the human factor comes first.

Hey, it's far away again, let's move on to those foreigners who are very blind.

In addition to the foreigners who are bold and not afraid of death and dare to engage in arms smuggling, there are also some foreigners who are very shameless and use the trafficking of Chinese laborers to make a fortune and deceive a large number of Chinese laborers to work as laborers in the United States and other countries, and finally die in a foreign land with a tragic end.

And some of them have some cultured foreigners, who have no courage to sell weapons, and look down on the low-tech and unfortunate way of thieves who have children in slave trafficking, and they also have greedy eyes staring at the vast underground cultural relics of the Great Qing Kingdom. To put it bluntly, it is to make huge profits by stealing China's above-ground and underground cultural relics and transporting them back to their home countries!

In a word, it is a group of cultural relics robbers with an international background.

Tomb robbing is a technical job, but also a hard work, so they will hire a large number of local Chinese to do their labor, helping these international robbers to steal their mother's treasures.

Of course, this is only the opinion of later generations, and at that time, in the eyes of these villagers, the country loved the Xinjueluo family, and I had a Mao relationship, and it was directly related to me to earn foreigners' silver, and to let my wife and children eat their bellies.

Therefore, as long as I don't dig my ancestral grave, I can dig whoever I like to, and under the stimulation of the foreigner's eagle, the planing is called a ruthless, it is really to dig on other people's ancestral graves.

That's what these guys do. They were hired by a Spaniard named Merric to send the villagers with them to the Mongolian steppe for a scientific expedition.

Seeing the foreigner talking nonsense there in a serious manner, the villagers secretly laughed in their hearts: Inspect your grandmother's legs, isn't it going to dig graves again?

However, nonsense is nonsense, after all, the thief's bright eagle is true, so the 12 selected villagers were jubilant, as if they had been admitted to the civil service, and followed Merrich's camel team to the Hulunbuir prairie all the way with the dream of making a fortune.

However, the villagers soon discovered that this Merrich was different from other tomb robbers, and that this man could not only speak fluent Chinese, but also had some historical knowledge of China at his fingertips, which was simply comparable to the old pedant who taught a private school in the village.

What's even more interesting is that Merridge often chats with them about ghosts and gods. These villagers don't know a single word when they look at the big characters, but they have to talk about ghosts and gods, who doesn't have a bunch of dry goods in their stomachs.

It's a long road, and being idle is also idle, so it's nonsense. So along the way, Merridge heard from the villagers that "Chinese Shenkan" was hundreds of times more enjoyable than "Dante's Divine Comedy".

It's just that from time to time, Merrich will ask if they have heard of the legend of the magic arrow, of course the villagers have heard of it, isn't it that the otaku of the descendant does not like sunbathing, and without a referendum in advance, he shot down the nine suns with the magic arrow without authorization, and as a result, the daughter-in-law couldn't stand the pressure of public opinion, and flew to the moon and never came back.

After hearing this, Merrich shook his head again and again, and said bluntly, this magic arrow is not another magic arrow, you don't understand.

After walking for more than a month and arriving at the Hulunbuir grassland, he chose a place on the grassland to set up a tent, and then rode a horse every day and carried some strange rituals on the grassland, as if he was looking for something.

Some villagers saw a little bit of the doorway, saying that this Merrich looked like a feng shui gentleman with a compass in his hand and looking for the finishing touch.

After hearing this, everyone pondered that it was really similar, so they secretly gave Mai Liqi a nickname: Mai Banxian.

Millich had been on the grassland for more than half a month, and in the middle of the night, he suddenly jumped and screamed in the tent as if he were crazy, and almost burned the tent with a horse lantern, saying that he was going to have a bonfire to celebrate.

Later, his nephew, who was with him, persuaded him to spend half the night, telling him that if you burned the tent and the mosquitoes in the prairie, you would get scarlet fever, and McRiwizard poured two large glasses of rum to stop it.

Early the next morning, Mai Banxian and his nephew told the villagers to carry shovels and follow him to the depths of the grassland, and set up a grassland for them to dig hard.

In the process of digging the soil, the villagers whispered to each other, discussing whether this Mai Banxian is sick, people dig graves to pick famous mountains and rivers, or the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, he is good, run to this place where rabbits don't shit to dig graves, isn't this stupid behavior.

However, Merridge did not care about any of them, but just blindly urged the villagers to dig hard. During this period, a small number of herdsmen rode horses to watch the excitement, and Mai Banxian, who had always been giggling, uncharacteristically took out a pistol to scare the herdsmen away, as if he was afraid that the herdsmen would affect his grave-digging work.

After three days of digging, more than 10 villagers finally dug a large pit large enough for them to bathe, which was full of murky black water.

Merridge looked at the black water, smelled it, and then lay on the edge of the pit and pouted his ass to carefully observe the soil layer, and after looking at it for a long time, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and muttered in Spanish? After a long day, it seemed to be praying.

Immediately afterwards, Merrich instructed the villagers to use the manual pumping equipment he carried to pump the black water, revealing a large bluestone slab building underneath the water.

The villagers looked at the stone slab and were amazed, this Mai Banxian really had two hits, who would have thought that there were buildings under the grassland that seemed to be abundant in water and grass, as if no one had set foot in it, this was simply amazing.

As if expected, Merrich immediately asked the villagers to bring the four camels in their caravan, and then took the manpower to pry open a little gap in the stone slabs with a crowbar, and then tied ropes and dragged them by camels, and successively lifted three bluestone slabs that were two feet long and two feet thick, revealing a bottomless entrance with a constant cold air underneath.

Lying at the entrance to see the torches burning brightly, he instructed the villagers to lay a strong wooden stake around the entrance and tie the ropes, and then ordered the 10 villagers to divide into two groups, front and back, and he himself was in the middle, sliding down the rope in order.

As for his nephew, he led the two remaining villagers with muskets to guard the entrance in case anyone came to harass and destroy it.

Among the 10 villagers who entered the catacomb, I was now smoking a cigarette face to face.

As he entered the entrance, a look of horror and confusion suddenly flashed in the eyes of the tall and thin man, it seemed that hundreds of years had passed, but he still had lingering palpitations about what had happened that day, and he couldn't help but be terrified when he thought about it.

I silently patted him on the shoulder, refilled him with a cigarette, and motioned for him to continue.

After they slid down the rope to the bottom of the stone slabs, each of them lit the torches in their hands, and only then did they realize that they had come to a tomb full of stone slabs on the top and bottom, and the walls on both sides of the tomb were full of colorful murals.

Merridge was not interested in any of this, but urged them to hurry inside. The 11 of them crawled and walked in the tomb for about a bag of cigarettes before they came to a Buddhist hall.

It is said that this tomb has been buried in the ground for some years, but strangely, the Buddha statues and hanging thangkas in the Buddha hall are still fresh, as if they have just been carefully wiped down.

What made them feel even more chills on the back of their necks was that the moment they entered the Buddhist hall, a strange wind carrying fishy water vapor swept through the Buddhist hall, extinguishing the torches in everyone's hands.

These wet villagers were already in awe of the gods and ghosts, not to mention that they suddenly encountered such a strange thing in a catacomb, and they were all so frightened that their hands and feet were sore, and they squatted on the ground and chanted "Amitabha".

But Merrich didn't think so, and then the butter lamp in front of the Buddha statue was the size of a bean, and he looked at the lotus throne under the Buddha statue with great interest, and nodded again and again while looking at it, very fascinated.

Seeing that Merrich was very calm, and that nothing strange had happened after the strange storm had passed, the villagers were a little bolder, and stood up tremblingly, ready to walk to Merrich.

At this time, a villager stumbled when he stood up, his hand was on the ground, and he inadvertently touched a pile of oil lamps, and he subconsciously took out the fire sickle and flint and lit the oil lamp.

In the dark, even the light of fireflies can give people a sense of psychological security and comfort, let alone an oil lamp.

The villagers painted gourds in the same way, picked up an oil lamp and lit it, and soon, the Buddha hall was much brighter, but the temperature also dropped a lot, and the villagers could faintly see the milky white haze when they breathed.

As if sensing the change in light, Millich looked back to see what was going on, only to see 10 villagers holding oil lamps and showing faces pale with fear and cold, staring blankly at him.

Merrich was startled at first, and when he saw the oil lamps in the hands of the villagers, he screamed, his hands fluttered, and he was speechless for a moment.