More than a dozen stone monuments of various sizes are lined up in the center of the passage. [Full text reading. Chen Ziyang saw that although the size of these steles was slightly different, the overall style of these dozen steles was the same.

From a distance, the stele is divided into two parts. The upper part is slightly narrower, and the lower part seems to be a larger pedestal, slightly wider.

Several people used flashlights to slide back and forth at these dozen stone tablets, in addition to these dozen stone tablets, there are also altars and jars placed together under the stone tablets, and there are a bunch of jars and jars placed below each stone tablet.

After walking in this passage for so long, I finally saw something other than the root system of the plant again. All the people slowly stepped forward, guarding the surroundings and carefully observing the stone monuments.

Once they got closer, the five of them separated, each looking at something they were interested in. The first thing Chen Ziyang noticed was that the material of these stone tablets was very different from the ground here, and the texture of the entire stone tablet was also different from the previous one.

The floor of the passage appears to be some kind of shale, showing a grayish-brown color, and at the same time there are obvious lines on it, and the layering is particularly obvious. However, the materials of these steles are very different.

The color of the stele is yellowish-brown, which is relatively light in color, and there are dots of reflection on it. After tapping the stele a few times with his hand, Chen Ziyang felt that the hardness of the stele should be harder and tighter than the shale on the ground.

Just as he struck the stele, a large piece of solidified dust fell off from the place where he struck, and a pattern appeared in the place where the dust fell.

This discovery made Chen Ziyang's eyes light up, and he hurriedly took out his handkerchief and wiped it vigorously on the surface of this stone stele. As the handkerchief in his hand moved, a large amount of solidified dust fell off the whole piece, revealing a complete picture on the stele.

Seeing that there was such a secret hidden on the stele, Chen Ziyang hurriedly wiped the lower part of the stele in the same way, although the lower part of the stele still carved many things, but all of them were words.

Chen Ziyang was not interested in the text, because he couldn't understand it at all, but these pictures were very important clues. After wiping all the dust off the first stele, he hurried to the second stele.

When the dirty handkerchief crossed the stele, Chen Ziyang saw that the upper part of the second stele was still depicting some pictures. At this time, other people also noticed his discovery, so all four people except Yang Lei began to wipe different stone tablets, and a pair of pictures and paragraphs of text slowly appeared from the stone tablet.

Seeing that the other people were interested in these worthless stone tablets, Yang Lei scoffed at them. "These broken stone tablets are so big, they can't be taken away at all, let's get something practical." After saying this, Yang Lei, who found that no one was paying attention to him, leaned down, picked up the altars and jars in front of the stele one by one and looked at them carefully.

In front of each stone tablet, there are a bunch of jars, these jars and jars are of different sizes, shapes, and contents. Yang Lei picked up these jars one by one and rummaged through, hoping to find something valuable inside.

After rummaging through a dozen jars in a row, a look of disappointment appeared on his face. Most of the contents of these jars were rotten and condensed together, and they became a large black and hard thing, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

However, there are also some jars that are relatively well preserved, but Yang Lei found that these things are the same as the jars containing seeds that everyone saw when they first entered here, and the contents are still shriveled particles, which should also be the seeds of some kind of plant or something.

At the beginning, Yang Lei was relatively patient, and after taking a jar and finding that there was nothing valuable in it, he would put the jar back in its place, but as he saw more and more empty jars, Yang Lei's fiery temper also came up. Grabbing a jar and seeing that there was nothing good in it, he would slam it to the side.

One by one, the jars were smashed not far from Yang Lei's side, and a clangling sound echoed in this empty passage. The fragments of the jar and the contents of it were covered with the floor.

Chen Ziyang, who had just finished cleaning up a stone tablet and was carefully looking at the pattern on the stone tablet, was disturbed by the sound of breaking the jar. After turning his head to look at the broken jars, he said to Yang Lei:

"You kid be careful for me, don't you see, the style of the altar is very unique, obviously these are some sacrifices, which are used to worship these stone tablets, you spoil other people's things like this, maybe a two-thousand-year-old monster will run out and ask for your life in a while."

"Didn't you say it before, it's been more than 2,000 years, and all the messy things have dissipated, I'm still afraid of them, there are too many jars and jars, and there are valuable things in them, I have to take a look at them one by one, if I don't break them, maybe I'll see them when I'm confused."

Can these black things be sacrifices? Eryang, are you kidding me? Can these seeds be sacrificed? This is more foolish than burning paper money for ghosts, who is rare with these things. ”

Glancing at the seeds all over the ground, Chen Ziyang replied: "Those shriveled round things should be soybeans, the small grains should be corn, and this black and slender thing like pine needles should be wild rice."

Although these things are not worth much now, they were rare in the Western Han Dynasty two thousand years ago, especially in this area on the edge of the desert, these things are no different from treasures. ”

"According to what you say, our little life is good, we are all treated as garbage now as a sacrifice in this ancient corn country, if I lived in that era, I could also be a rich man.

It's a pity, these things are worthless now, you don't care about me, I'll continue to look for my valuable things. The ancient country of corn deserves to be the ancient country of corn, and there is nothing but corn. ”

After saying this, Yang Lei shook his hand and smashed a jar. Xiao Ren, who was standing aside and wiping the stone stele, glanced at his actions, and said with a look of contempt:

"What a turtle, I want to get rich but I don't even know the most basic knowledge. Although the contents of these jars are not valuable, no matter which of these jars is taken out, they can be sold for 1.8 million yuan, which is really called having eyes and not knowing gold and jade. ”

"You villain, who are you scolding? You Lei Ye, I will show you one of the turtles today. After saying this, Yang Lei smashed several jars in a row, I don't know if he did it intentionally or unintentionally, after these jars were broken, all the fragments of the jars rushed to Xiao Ren's direction, making his feet full of jar fragments.

Xiao Ren, who was about to step forward and tear up with Yang Lei, suddenly saw Instructor Liu roll his eyes at him. After muttering a few words in the direction of Yang Lei, Xiao Ren continued his work and wiped the stone tablet in front of him.

Seeing that Xiao Ren didn't argue with him, Yang Lei no longer aimed at him, but stood up, quietly walked to Chen Ziyang's side, and whispered in his ear: "Er Yang, is what this kid said true?" Are these jars really that valuable? ”

After glancing at the jars on the ground, Chen Ziyang replied, "What do you think of the jars more than 2,000 years ago?" This is still a conservative valuation, if you find a more special style, with some patterns on it, it is likely to be a national treasure, even if you have money can not buy, it is a priceless treasure. ”

After listening to Chen Ziyang's words, Yang Lei turned his head to reveal a heart-wrenching expression at the fragments of jars on the ground. "I'm a good girl, why didn't you tell me earlier!" After saying this, Yang Lei carefully put down the jar he was holding in his hand, and then carefully wiped the dust on it with his sleeve, which was similar to the rough action of smashing the jar just now.

Then Yang Lei took his backpack in front of him, poured out the contents of the backpack, and took a relatively large jar and put it into the backpack. When he took another jar and tried to put it in his backpack, he found that there was no room for it.

After a few attempts, Yang Lei couldn't put this small jar in his backpack, and after sighing, he stared at the jar in front of him and said to himself: "A big jar is estimated to sell for 2 million, if a small jar sells for 1 million, it is much more suitable for me to install four small jars than a large jar." ”

After saying this, he took out the large jar from the backpack again, and then selected four smaller ones from the pile of jars in front of him, poured out the contents of the jar, and carefully put these jars into the backpack.

Looking at Yang Lei's actions, Chen Ziyang couldn't cry or laugh, but fortunately, now Yang Lei finally stopped making noise, and he could finally look at the stone tablet carvings in front of him with peace of mind.

Exquisite! This was Chen Ziyang's first impression of the patterns carved on these stone tablets.

He had also seen many stone tablet carvings in tombs before, including in the tomb of Cardinal Yuhua Dragon King in shallow water, in the tomb of Li Yan of the Eastern Dynasty, in the underground palace of the ancient country of Bohai, and even in the Absolute Y land of Inner Mongolia. Although there are some good carvings in those carvings, they are nothing compared to the murals in front of them.

Most of the stone carvings in the tombs that Chen Ziyang had seen before were simple in line, just a shape, at most they were relatively old ornaments, but the pictures carved on these stone tablets in front of him were definitely works of art.

The drawings carved on these steles are so beautiful that every detail is so perfect that Chen Ziyang saw that on a camel the size of his thumb nail, the eyes of the camel and the nostrils of the camel were carved.

Every character and every detail of every house on the picture is clearly depicted, and if it weren't for the age and the fact that the cracks of these carved lines are covered with a lot of dust, it is likely that these carved pictures will give people a more beautiful overall feeling.

After a while, the dust on all the dozen stone tablets was roughly cleaned up, and the patterns on these ten stone tablets were all different, and the upper part of all the stone tablets was a whole picture, and the lower part was all carved words.

The four people except Yang Lei gathered in front of the first stone tablet and looked behind them one by one. After looking around like a flower, everyone found that it seemed that these dozen or so pictures were coherent, telling a story about this ancient country. With a general idea in mind, the four of them gathered again in front of the first stone tablet and began to look at it carefully.

The first stele depicts fewer people and houses, but it paints a bleak picture. All the houses are dilapidated, and the number of houses is very small, and some houses even have relatively large broken roofs. In front of these houses, there were a number of people lying on their backs, or leaning feebly against the walls, and a ruined village was presented to everyone.

Chen Ziyang noticed that in this picture, there are many people in ragged clothes holding empty jars or bowls, and some people even hold the jar high, and the mouth of the jar rushes down, as if trying to pour out something that does not exist inside.

Combined with some other scenery and the expressions and movements of the characters, Chen Ziyang roughly judged that this painting seems to describe this ancient country, but the people in it are all dying, and it seems that they are very short of water.

The second picture is still depicting this dilapidated village, in this picture, where the previous villagers all gather together and talk to a woman in front of them.

This woman is obviously foreign, because this woman is very gorgeously dressed, and even has a lot of accessories on her body, and from the composition of the overall picture, it can be seen that this woman is not from the village.

From the facial expressions of these villagers, Chen Ziyang found that their attitude towards this woman was not very friendly, and even some showed expressions of disgust and disgust, and a few people glared at this woman angrily. But this woman has a pleasant face, giving people a feeling of being high and out of the ordinary.

What attracted Chen Ziyang the most was a pendant on this woman's chest. Although the lines were a little blurred here, he saw that there was a pendant hanging on the woman's chest, and this pendant was the shape of the red eye on the sheepskin that recorded the treasures of the ancient kingdom, and even the lines were exactly the same.

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