Buckets of dirt were lifted from the pit, poured into trolleys, and then pushed to an open field not far away for centralized stacking.

When I came, the ground of Pit No. 4 was level, and now a large mound of earth has been piled up.

Luoyang stood on the edge of the pit and looked down.

It's two o'clock in the morning, and more than a dozen migrant workers have dug to a depth of eight meters. The further down you go, the slower the progress.

Although he hadn't dug anything yet, here in Luoyang, he had already mastered the information underground.

Ji Chong's tomb is below, almost nine meters deep, separated by a layer of stone bricks. He even knew how big Ji Chong's tomb was and where the coffin was placed.

But even if you have this information, you still have to rely on these migrant workers to dig it down.

"Boss, how deep do you have to dig, we're not machines, we also need to rest, can we dig again tomorrow?" A migrant worker talks to Luoyang.

Luoyang said: "Masters, work harder, I will add another two thousand to each of you, and you can dig one meter deeper."

"Good Lat! Do you hear me, old guys, come on!" The migrant worker roared.

The enthusiasm of more than a dozen migrant workers was mobilized again.

Today's single business, they have only met for the first time after decades of hard work.

But who knew that the boss was actually hiding kindness?

"Master, I made you a bowl of noodles, you can eat it while it's hot." Bai Jing came to Luoyang's side with a bowl of instant noodles.

Luoyang's heart was warm, he took the bowl of instant noodles, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Say thank you, isn't it a natural thing to give you instant noodles to eat." Bai Jing said.

Luoyang smiled, didn't pick a place, just sat by the dirt pit and ate instant noodles. He was really hungry and a little anxious to eat.

"Master, eat slowly, and if it's not enough, I'll soak it for you." Bai Jing added, "Master, you are really, you order very expensive takeout for migrant workers, but you eat instant noodles yourself, you feel sorry for others, you also have to feel sorry for yourself."

Luo Yang smiled and said, "Don't you feel sorry for me?"

The words have been spoken, and he suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, but the words he said were no better than the water that was spilled, and the water that was spilled could be recovered with the Dayu water card, but the words were not taken back by the witchcraft.

The white cheeks were flushed, and he obviously had something to say, but he wanted to stop talking.

Luoyang secretly scolded himself for talking too much and buried his head in dry noodles.

He really didn't have anything else in mind about what he said just now, he thought so in his heart, and he said it with one mouth. That's right, when the apprentice saw that the master was hungry, he felt sorry for the master, so he made a bowl of instant noodles for the master to eat.

Hu Bufei walked over: "Xiaobai, is there anything else, make me a bowl too."

"Also, I'm going to soak you now." Bai Jing walked quickly, the master was not very serious, and she felt embarrassed to stay.

Hu Bufei sat down beside Luoyang: "You are a good female disciple, are you a serious disciple?"

Luoyang gave him a roll of his eyes: "Are you asking seriously?"

Hu Bufei nodded: "Of course, ask seriously."

Luoyang said, "Do you believe that I asked Xiaobai not to give you instant noodles?"

Hu Bufei hurriedly changed his words: "Okay, okay, you just treat me as a cheap mouth, and I didn't say anything."

Luoyang took a sip of the soup, which was spicy and suitable for his taste.

The female disciple is careful and knows that he is from Shu and loves spicy food.

Hu Bufei swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Lao Zheng can't stand it anymore, go to sleep in the car, let me come over and see how deep I have to dig."

"Soon, it's a meter further down." Luoyang said.

"Are you sure?" When Hu Bufei came over, he saw the bottom of the pit, it was still soil, and there was nothing.

Luoyang said, "Just wait and see."

"By the way, the identity of the old man has been found, a local, named Yang Guangfu, has no wife and no children, and has been working as a cleaner here all his life, because he likes to have long hair and wear Qin clothes, for a year

I don't even say ten words, I am a weird person in the eyes of my colleagues, and I don't even have a friend." Hu Bufei shared the information he had investigated.

Luoyang said: "I told you a long time ago, he has died a long time ago, that is Ji Chong."

Hu Bufei sighed inexplicably: "The Ancient Society is really an evil sect, a person who has been dead for more than 2,000 years is actually a member of it, and he even works as a cleaner in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, he doesn't dare to write like this."

Luoyang didn't want to talk to him more, and he couldn't understand it when he did.

Bai Jing brought another bowl of instant noodles over and handed it to Hu Bufei.

"Thank you." Hu Bufei said politely.

Bai Jing smiled, took the box of soup that had been drunk from Luoyang's hand, and asked, "Master, do you want more?"

Luoyang said, "No need, the soup will be full after drinking."

Bai Jing took the empty box and was about to throw it away, Hu Bufei said with a smile: "Xiaobai, you are a good person, have you found a partner?"

Bai Jing smiled and said, "Uncle, we are not suitable, there is a generation gap, so don't ask."

Hu Bufei: "......"

Bai Jing took the instant noodle box and left.

Hu Bufei was still in a daze.

He admitted that he had a little bit of a desire to try just now, but he didn't need to be so direct, right?

Luoyang felt a little sorry for Hu Bufei, and reminded him gently: "Eat noodles, otherwise it will be mushy."

Hu Bufei came back to his senses at this time, and he coughed dryly: "This female disciple you accepted is really a little arrogant, I asked her if she was looking for a partner, how did she pull the generation gap up, am I that old?"

Luo Yang patted him on the shoulder: "No, you are very young and stylish."

Hu Bufei felt much better, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Brother, tell me the truth, am I suitable for her?"

"Not suitable."

"What's wrong with it?" Hu Bufei felt that Luoyang's words were insincere, and even had other hidden feelings.

Luoyang sighed, "Do you have to tell me the truth?"

Hu Bufei glared: "Say."

"Bai Jing has an IQ of 141, he is a genius, he is already a master at the age of 23 this year, you are at least 10 years old, do you think it is appropriate?" Luo Yang just asked rhetorically.

"IQ 141?"

Luoyang nodded.

"That's not appropriate." Hu Bufei buried his head in eating noodles.

At this moment, the voice of a migrant worker uncle suddenly came from the pit: "I have dug up the slate!"

Luoyang hurriedly got up and ran over.

Under the illumination of the miner's lamp, a bluestone brick appeared at the bottom of the pit, and two migrant workers were wielding shovels to shovel the soil around the stone bricks.

More stone bricks were exposed.

Hu Bufei glanced at it, held the instant noodle box and left: "I'll call Lao Zheng."

Bai Jing also ran over, and after seeing it clearly, he said excitedly, "Master, there really is an ancient tomb! You're amazing!"

Luoyang didn't have a trace of joy in his heart, and he advised: "When you open the tomb later, stay away, there may be something unclean underneath."

"You care about me." Bai Jing stared at Luoyang.

Luoyang said, "I'm your master, I don't care about you, who do I care about?"

Bai Jing didn't answer, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, we're digging to the end, what you said has to be counted, 12,000 per person, when will you pay the money?" The elderly migrant worker came over and asked.

Luoyang said, "Xiaobai, give them money."

Bai Jing nodded, walked to the elderly migrant worker, and said politely, "Uncle, will you collect money on WeChat, and you can also support the treasure."

"I won't." The older migrant workers were a bit embarrassed.

A younger migrant worker said, "I will, transfer it to me."

"Good Lat." Bai Jing walked towards the younger migrant worker.

Migrant workers at the bottom of the pit step on the museum

The borrowed aluminum alloy telescopic ladder climbed up, and Luoyang stepped on the ladder to the bottom of the pit.

The stone bricks are one foot square, and the brick joints are filled with triadic soil, which is a building material made of lime, sand grains and clay. In ancient times, there was no cement, and Sanhe soil was a common building material, which had a certain degree of waterproofness and was commonly found in ancient buildings and tombs.

Hu Bufei and Zheng Congrong appeared at the edge of the pit.

Chen Song, the director of the museum, also came, and he didn't seem to wake up, but when he saw the stone bricks at the bottom of the pit, he suddenly became energetic, and said excitedly: "My God, there is really a tomb! God! Oh my God!"

Zheng Congrong asked, "Xiao Luo, is there anything dirty?"

Luo Yang replied: "It's not sure yet, let the archaeological experts come and open the tomb."

As soon as his words fell, Bai Jing came over with a few archaeological experts and brought tools to open the tomb.

Half an hour later.

A hole of approximately 80x80 was cut into the top of the burial chamber.

Bai Jing used a rope to put a lit candle into the tomb of Black Rumbling.

Under the light of the jumping fire, the burial chamber was illuminated, almost two meters high, the ground was paved with the same bluestone bricks, and the walls on both sides were kiln-fired clay bricks, and the brick joints were also filled with triple clay, and the gray-white brick joints were very neat.

"The candle is not extinguished, there is oxygen, safe." Bai Jing said.

Luoyang propped up the edge of the hole with both hands, leaned his upper body in, and glanced inside.

This is a rectangular burial chamber, with a depth of almost ten meters, no tomb, no tomb door, a sarcophagus is placed under the wall on one side, and there are several human bones lying horizontally next to the sarcophagus, and some burial goods.

This is the same situation that Luoyang perceived before.

Chen Song also leaned down and took a look, and said, "It's strange, this tomb is dug so deep, but the tomb is so simple, and there are no burial goods, what kind of tomb is it?"

"I'll go down and see." An archaeologist volunteered to put a telescopic ladder into the tomb.

Luoyang said, "You all go up there and wait for me, and I'll go down and have a look first."

Chen Song said, "Master Luo, I think it's better to let the archaeological experts go down first to see, they are all experts and know how to preserve cultural relics."

Zheng Congrong said, "Let Xiao Luo go down, let's go up and wait."

Chen Song then changed his words: "It's still the leader who is thoughtful, I'll go up, I'll be on call at any time, if the leader has anything, just give orders."

is the unique skill of seeing the wind and making the rudder, and he deserves to be the curator.

The people who came down climbed the ladder one by one, and Bai Jing walked at the back, and before going up the ladder, he said, "Master, you must be careful."

Luoyang nodded, and when Bai Jing climbed up, he jumped down.