When I walked into the tomb passage, almost halfway through, Canghai felt that the temperature had risen a little, but this was not a comfortable thing, because walking in the tomb made Canghai feel that something was wrong.

When he arrived at the door of the tomb, the door that Canghai encountered last time had been opened. Canghai carefully observed the tomb door, and finally couldn't help laughing a little.

Last time, Canghai and three people were struggling in front of the tomb door for a long time but didn't know how to open it. Until now, Canghai knew how stupid he was. Whether it was pushing, pulling, or lifting up, no one thought that the tomb door was pushed to both sides, just like two stone sliding doors. It was unbuttoned a very simple stone buckle, and one piece was pushed to both sides by one and two pieces, and the tomb room was opened.

Do you think this is stupid? Cang Hai laughed in his heart and carried the room into the tomb at the same time.

The tomb door is a bit shorter like the door in the house, but the tomb chamber is much taller, almost three meters, five to four meters.

This was the first time Canghai entered the tomb. He was very curious about everything. As soon as he entered the tomb, he looked around.

Directly opposite the Canghai, there is a wall. It is a bit inappropriate to say that it is a wall because it is piled up with piles of wood, or to be precise, a pile of branches. Each one is about the same length and thickness, as thick as an arm, and is about the length of an arm, and is like this. It rises from the ground to the top of the tomb passage.

In the middle of the wooden strips, there was also an object similar to the screen wall blocking Canghai's direct view. In front of the screen wall, Mr. Xu Sheng was holding a lamp, looking at the words on the screen wall motionlessly. Looking at the old man's condition, he was fascinated.

Canghai did not scratch Mr. Xu Sheng. He went in and looked in and found that the screen wall was full of characters, and they were all curved and curved, with uneven thickness, and it looked a bit like some ugly calligraphy today. Canghai really didn't have much research on calligraphy and knew nothing about epigraphy. After reading it for a while, he just felt that the words on the screen wall were a bit meaningful.

After raising his foot and passing the screen wall, Canghai saw a huge stone square box, saying that the square box was not right, it looked a bit like a coffin bed, which was the coffin of the owner of the tomb. But now there is only this stone coffin bed. I don’t know if the coffin and other things were taken out or something, but I haven’t seen it anyway.

Next to the coffin bed, Qu Guowei, like Xu Sheng, held a lamp and raised his head, looking up at the top of his head like a big fool.

Cang Hai looked up curiously and was immediately fascinated by what he saw.

On the top of the tomb is a mural. The color is very simple, with only three colors, red, black and white. What is the content of the mural? The four corners are the stars in the sky, and in the middle is a bird, or something that looks like a bird. Now this thing is spreading its wings and about to fly.

I don’t quite understand the words on the screen wall, but Canghai still has some understanding of painting. Just from the lines of the mural above my head, you can see the method of painting this mural. The lines are smooth and natural. Whether it is the stars or the birds in the middle, they look agile. Although they are only three colors, they give people a natural and rich feeling.

"How about it?"

I don’t know how long I watched it, but Qu Guowei’s voice suddenly sounded in Canghai’s ears.

Cang Hai turned his head and couldn't help but make a whisper. Because I looked at the murals above my head for a long time, Cang Hai's neck was a little unbearable, and in a hurry, it hurt his neck a little.

While rubbing his neck, Cang Hai said to Qu Guowei: "You scared me!"

Qu Guowei smiled and asked again: "What do you think of this mural?"

"What do I think? That must be a treasure, but where is the coffin on it?"

"This may be a coffin." Qu Guowei pointed to the stone platform in the middle.

Canghai said: "Stop kidding, this is a coffin bed. Do you think I don't understand. I told you that I have watched several episodes of the Tomb documentary."

When Qu Guowei heard Cang Hai say that, he couldn't help but laugh twice: "You kid, haven't you noticed that there is anything special about this tomb?"

"Special place?" Cang Hai turned his head and looked around. He really didn't see any special place except the 'fire pile' next to it.

So Canghai pointed at him and asked, "This?"

"This thing is not, this thing is called Huangchantuo in the future."

When I heard the four words "Huangyan Title", Canghai suddenly felt that his three views had collapsed. I had read Huangyan Title in books before, and the description was so high-end. All kinds of gold and jade were light. Now, when I really saw this thing, it was actually a pile of wood, like a pile of firewood at home, but it was arranged neatly and rose to the top of the tomb.

"It's just such a thing called Huang Duote, where's the integrity?" Cang Hai said in a muffled voice.

Qu Guowei was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then smiled. Soon the old man pointed: "I'm talking about this!"

"This?" Cang Hai looked down at the coffin bed beside him. This thing was not surprising. It was about seventy centimeters high, similar to the table. There were still some things carved around it. People used to carve the carvings. Chinese people pursued similarity but like a look, so there were some very ordinary patterns around the coffin bed, and there was not even a single word.

Qu Guowei said: "You thought it was modern at that time. At that time, all bronzes were used. Do you know that bronzes were all soft, and the stone strip was very hard. You can imagine how difficult it would be for people at that time to chisel such smooth stones with bronze tools..."

Cang Hai asked in confusion: "How do you know they are using bronze tools?"

"There were no modern tools at that time, and I couldn't even smelter. Do you know that iron swords were popular in the Han Dynasty, and bronze weapons were used in the Qin Dynasty," Qu Guowei explained.

Cang Hai asked back, "Why do you have to use iron tools to make this thing? I think it's very simple. As long as there are enough people, you can grind this thing with a stone, right?"

Hearing Cang Hai's explanation, Qu Guowei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He came to his senses after a while: "You guy's perspective is very special, it makes sense."

"It's not that it makes sense. Sometimes you look at things too complicated, just like a pyramid. Countless people guess how the pyramids were built. How big huge rocks were transported from far and far away. Some people say they were built by aliens and think that previous production technology could not do this at all. In fact, a book was unearthed, which detailed how the pyramid was built. After seeing this book, everyone realized it and realized that the Egyptians did not use any advanced knowledge. It was just that the Egyptians used hard to grind them with more people. For example, this stone is also. Bronze cannot be dealt with, but what about stones? One person may not be able to make them in his lifetime. For those ten or one hundred people, you have too much thought. They used to be slaves, and their lives were not worth it. They were ground twenty-four hours a day, and a group of slave owners were crushed to death and then exchanged for another group..."

"I'll go!"

Qu Guowei was a little stunned after hearing the story of Canghai.

At this moment, suddenly, Zhang Gong's voice sounded: "Cang Hai was right, it was actually a matter of kung fu. If you are willing to spend kung fu, you can still grind an embroidery needle, let alone this thing."

When Cang Hai saw Mr. Zhang coming, he opened his mouth and asked, "Where is the coffin on this?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head: "It was like this when he came in. It was empty and there was not even a piece of wood. We have also tested it. There was no coffin on it. The owner of the tomb may have placed it here directly. After thousands of years, the body has disappeared, and this thing is left."

Cang Hai asked again: "Have you figured out, who is the owner of this tomb? Have you discovered the epitaph?"

Zhang Gong smiled and said, "Epitaphs are a few hundred years later. There are no epitaphs in this era. If you want to know who the owner of the tomb is, you have to find them from the things that are buried with you. Some of the things that are buried with you in the tomb will have inscriptions. Through these inscriptions, we archaeologists will speculate based on ancient books that we now only know that this person may have a surname Cang or a surname Ji. You should know the origin of the Cang family."

"Then have the inscriptions found in this tomb?" Qu Guowei asked.

Zhang Gong said with a bitter face: "Now what is left in this tomb is all clay pots and pottery. The originally large bronze ware has long disappeared. Several tomb chambers are empty."

"What did the tomb robber do?" Cang Hai asked.

Zhang Gongdao: "It's not a tomb robber, it was done by the descendants of the tomb owner. I'm afraid that the tomb owner would not have thought that the things in his tomb would be stolen by his descendants in his life?"

Cang Hai smiled and joked, "What if the tomb owner doesn't regret it? He can't use it anyway. The descendants of the future generations are poor and cannot even drink anything. If you take him some things to do for the flower fucks, what would he, an ancestor, be embarrassed to say?"

"..." Mr. Zhang couldn't speak at once.

Qu Guowei smiled and said, "This kid likes to argue today, don't pay attention to him!"

Zhang Gong smiled and said, "I don't think it's strange, I think that with his temperament, he can really do this!"

When Canghai heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Don't harm me. I know this place later than you. To be honest, I have lived here for many years. I didn't know that there is such a large tomb hidden here. If I knew, if I didn't say anything else, the mural on the tomb roof would not be left for you. I'll take it back and build it in the study."

"You are not afraid of being disgusted. You can put the things in the tomb on the wall at home," Qu Guowei said speechlessly.

Zhang Gong said: "It's really nothing wrong. It seems that you have passed on the character of your ancestors!"

Cang Hai said in a daze: "What do you say?"

Zhang Gong said: "This tomb robber stole the valuable things and replaced them with some rough clay pots and pottery. It was obvious that it was used by ordinary people at that time. Judging from the shape of the vessel, it was the Qingwei incident. At first, it was not the middle of the Qing Dynasty. Originally, the warehouses on any side were filled with precious metal, but nothing was left except a piece of small horse hoof gold that was left behind..."

"The words on the wall don't look like those from Qingzhong, right?" Cang Hai asked.

Zhang Gong smiled and said, "That's not. The words were written in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. In other words, at least two groups of people came in this tomb. It seems that your old Cang family has a tradition of stealing the tombs of their ancestors."

Canghai: "…"

After a while, he asked, "How do you know that our surname Cang did it?"

Zhang Gong rushed to Canghai and asked, "Come here!"

Cang Hai followed Zhang Gong curiously for a turn, and bypassed the "firewood pile" to an ear chamber next to him.

"You see it yourself!"

Cang Hai leaned over and took a look. When Qu Guowei raised the lamp in his hand closer, he found a line of words written on the wall with a brush: I disdained my descendants and grandsons Canggu's crying!

Qu Guowei smiled and said, "You old Cang family is really interesting. You stole the ancestor's tombs and threw them down one by one. It's okay to steal for a generation, but you'll stole for generations! I hope you can eat your ancestors until the end of the world."

"Then can I apply for this tomb now belong to my family? My ancestors, this tomb is naturally ours. I will return all the things inside!" Cang Hai quipped with a stern face.

Zhang Gong said: "The underground tombs belong to the country for eight hundred years."

"This is still unreasonable. My ancestors will be yours in eight hundred years? It's too nonsense!" Cang Hai said with a lip voice.

"This is a national rule!"

"If you have a big fist, you have reason! Suddenly, my ancestors eight hundred years ago even had the things like ancestral tombs. Is there any place to reason?"

Canghai continued to argue with Mr. Zhang. He didn't care who belonged to the ancient tomb, not who belonged to. It was just because Mr. Zhang was embarrassed by Mr. Cang now. Does Cang have the surname Cang, who must be from Sijiaping Village? Can't Cang come to do the case?

To be honest, theft of ancestral graves seemed too embarrassing to Canghai.
Chapter completed!