I was not at home when my father was sent back that day. After several days of returning, no one told me why he was sent back. I didn't tell me until my father got drunk.

After saying that, my uncle turned around and left my father's side. My father stood outside alone and looked at the desolate and flat ground in front of me. I didn't feel anything when I looked at the ground during the day. As soon as my uncle said this, my father felt that the wind in this place was blew up, making people feel cold behind their backs. He extinguished the cigarette butts in his hand and walked in and continued to chat with the workers as if nothing had happened.

The work banquet is not as complicated and luxurious as other banquets. It is just a group of workers who drink and brag together. If the time is delayed too long, the foreman will definitely be unhappy. These people who came out to the construction site at the age of sixteen or seventeen are the ones who know the most. So when my father was just intrigued, an older worker signaled that everyone present would go back to rest. This worker seemed to have the right to speak among the workers, so my father did not miss it too much and went back to the temporary shed with the others to sleep.

Some drunk workers fell back and slept on their own bunk after being helped back. The rest of the workers didn't say much, sat on the head of the bed and took a pack of cigarettes from their pockets and put them in. It was already late at night, and only a few red dots floating in the air in the shed were not sleeping with each other, but none of them took the initiative to talk to each other, and everyone was thinking about their own thoughts.

My father didn't know what these big-headed workers came here before they came, but I guess they should be clear now. What they are thinking in their hearts should be the same as their father. The high rewards attracted these people, but no one would know what to do next. After all, there are still a few people living in this world who have this skill.

The person on the far right was the first to extinguish the cigarette butts. My father saw that the fire was extinguished in the air and should have been extinguished with his fingers. This is not a strange thing. Some older workers have been swinging hammers since they went to the construction site. The calluses on their hands were very thick. There should be no big problem in extinguishing the cigarette butts.

My father also picked the cigarettes on his mouth and threw them on the ground and slashed them. He thought it was just a grave. I, Xu, had never seen any storms and waves before, and could still be afraid of a grave. Not to mention that I didn’t believe in monsters and monsters, even if there were really, I could only live a bad life here, and my family could live a good life again.

My father lay on the bed and saw the starry sky outside through the glass on the roof. How long has it been since he grew up to have a good look at the stars in the sky like he did when he was a child. It seems that there will be no stars in the world after he grows up, and such beauty seems to exist only in memories. In fact, my father knew in his heart that he could only see it by slowing down, but he is already a thirty-year-old, and what are the stars he is worried about?

The night was very long, because most people who didn't drink too much were tossing and turning in bed, and no one could fall asleep comfortably. Listening to the clinical snoring, he wanted to raise his hand to slap him in the face. It was not until dawn that my father took a short snorkeling for a while.

When I was about to eat pork elbows, my father was woken up by my uncle. When I looked up, everyone around me was no longer in the shed. My father felt that he rubbed his face with his hands and went out with his uncle.

"I didn't sleep well last night. If I weren't, I couldn't sleep, but don't worry, your tent has been delivered today. From tonight, you can sleep alone, and the kitchen has been set up for you. Your grandmother told me to prepare your meal for you. The chef cannot copy a copy for you alone, so I ask the chef to bring you some food every day when he goes out on the street. You can make it yourself. I remember that you cooked it very well."

My father just listened and didn't say anything. When he wanted to take out the cigarette from his pocket, his uncle raised his hand and pressed his father's hand back:

"Although you are not here to be a worker, today is the first day. Foremen are going to be scolded. You are also foreman. If someone doesn't smoke, just smoke it just like that."

My father nodded and put the cigarette back.

Dozens of workers patted the team in front of the machine in a crooked manner, and the best foreman stood in the middle with expressionless face. His father noticed that the man's arms were very strong, and if he didn't recognize the calluses on his palm, he would definitely think that he was practicing iron sand palms. I believe that the person who used his hands to cut off the cigarette butts yesterday should be him.

My father stood in a row with these foremen, looking at the workers in front of him. Listening to the foremen in front of him, my father felt passionate and wanted to take the shovel and take the brunt of the land for him, and even felt a little distracted. Until my uncle patted my father on the shoulder from behind:

"It's your time."

My father was stunned. Did he actually want to give a lecture? Why didn’t anyone tell me before? When I was a paint maker, I was busy with my hair, cigarettes and alcohol, so I didn’t have any training sessions. But I did come here as a foreman, and if I don’t give a lecture, it seemed that I couldn’t stand my position. So my father racked his brains to find a feeling. After all, he was once a person who claimed to be a talented man:

"Ah, everyone. You may have worked with them before, but my face must be unfamiliar to everyone. Actually, I have never worked as a foreman before. I am just a worker like everyone, and I do different work, so I definitely don't have the right to comment on your skills. But everyone has been through hard days, so I must know how to work. Now it's not the old society, and it's not the foreman holding a whip.

I'm chasing you behind you and asking you to work. I want to tell you that now our parents, mothers, wives and children are waiting for us to go back to live with the money, so what reason do we have to be lazy, and what reason do we have to be lazy, and finish the work early and take the money home and reunite happily. If you think what I said makes sense, I don't need everyone to applaud. I just hope that you will follow your own foreman with your work and go up to the ground and see what we can do!"

After saying that, my father stood in front of these people at a loss, looking at the silent people in front of him, embarrassment spreading in the air. At this moment, the worker in front picked up the shovel:

"Tao Xu said it well. We all picked up the guys and went to work. Our wife and children are still waiting for us!"

Everyone shouted loudly, and followed the foreman to disperse, and then my father took a breath. My uncle walked to my father with a smile:

"It's not bad."

But at this time my father discovered that every foreman led different kinds of workers to work, those who knew the machine led the machine to drive, and those who worked physically with the strongest worker. He knew nothing about this, but he saw his uncle leading seven or eight people behind his father.

"Uncle, what does this mean? People have their own skills. I don't know anything. What do you want them to do with me?"

My uncle smiled:

"You used to be a painter. You did fine work. In addition, you are a person who is careful and meticulous. What you have to do is wait for these rough work to dig up the ground and put it aside. Then you take these people and take out the treasures we want one by one. Those people are rough people, and they don't understand these things. They still have to be smart people like you."

My father nodded, feeling that there is nothing he wants to do now. But he can't just take these people to stand by and watch them work sweating profusely, so my father decided to bring his workers to the workers on the construction site with him. On this hot day, all he does are physical work, how can he bear it without water? This will not only allow everyone to see their intentions, but also understand the progress on the construction site, and establish a good relationship with each other. It is not a bad thing to have more friends.

He learned from a worker that the strongest foreman was from Henan, and he had really practiced iron sand palms before. However, because his family was poor, he went out to work. I heard that he had been imprisoned for a few years because he was involved in the underworld with the boss, so he worked as a worker. Because he worked hard, his boss was promoted to work as a foreman. At that time, they were all very strong, and they used to swing hammers on the construction site. This time they were called to come here, but it was not necessarily for digging the ground.

Since there are machines, why do you still need these people to come? Even if some places have machines, my uncle also called other workers to dig it out. Why bother to do this? So my father decided that there must be some danger below, otherwise why should I call these people? Let's talk for a while and talk for a while. My father learned that there was one of his own people who had worked in Xiatu before. My uncle really didn't tell my father about this, so my father quickly found the person and went into his tent.

My father took out the tea from Sichuan from his suitcase, boiled a pot of boiling water and soaked the tea, and brought it to the person. My father sat down and looked at the person in front of him. He was a little thin, which was in sharp contrast to the strong workers on the construction site. Although his eyes were small, he was very energetic. The index finger and middle finger of his right hand were slightly longer than other fingers, and he looked like he was in his early thirties.

"Brother, what's your name?"

The worker glanced at his father and lowered his head:

"Zhang Chong, Xu Tou."

My father blew at his teacup and then put it to his mouth and took a sip:

"I heard from people that you used to do it..."

My father didn't know what words to use, but before he could say it, Zhang Chong nodded.

Just as he was about to continue asking, Zhang Chong spoke by himself:

"My hometown is from Northeast China, and my ancestors are all working in the monies industry."

The father looked up at Zhang Chong:

"Touch, touch the gold?"

Zhang Chong smiled and took a sip of tea:

"Ah, that's what you call tomb robbers."

"oh……"

The father nodded.

Zhang Chong seemed a little shy, but he didn't seem shy, and he didn't dare to say something in his heart. His father was about the same age as Zhang Chong, so he felt that it shouldn't be that difficult to communicate. His father patted Zhang Chong on the shoulder:

"Brother, I think you are about the same age as me. Are you married?"

Zhang Chong shook his head:

"Not yet, it's hard for people in our field to get married."

My father nodded in all the so-called places:

"Zhang Chong, don't call me Xutou in the future. We are about two years old, just me, Xu. We will be my buddy in the future. We will take care of each other on the construction site. What do you think?"

Zhang Chong nodded and said ok in a low voice.

My father stood up and walked to the front of the curtain of the tent:

"Look at this place where the bird doesn't poop, who would have thought that there are so many treasures hidden underground? It's really nonsense. If my uncle hadn't said this, I wouldn't believe it."

Zhang Chong was originally lowering his head, but he looked at his father's back. No one who knew he was a Tushima for so many years was willing to make friends with him. His father was the only one, so he decided to reveal his thoughts to his father:

"Old Xu, this is because you don't understand. Look carefully at this place. Although it is a wasteland, flat and deserted. But before entering this wasteland, you have to pass a bridge. Although the river water below the bridge is living water, it surrounds this wasteland. The terrain here is higher than other places. There should have been a slope in the past, but it may have been flattened for some reason. The pagoda at the high place overlooks this place, with water gathering wealth and wealth, and the wind blows incense and prosperity. Here, it must be a large tomb built by local officials and nobles. If I guess correctly, there are definitely many treasures inside."

When my father heard this, he looked back at Zhang Chong. Zhang Chong looked at his father's eyes and lowered his head again:

"But……"

"But what?"

Zhang Chong walked to his father:

"The owner of this tomb is not an ordinary person, or has found a master to open a cave. There are many spiritual objects and beasts in the Fengshui treasure land. The pagoda in the distance should be enshrined with gods. It means that there are things that are not easy to mess with under the tomb. In other words, did the master who was found by the tomb that year decide to use the underground things to help guard the tomb? Therefore, this tomb must be a dangerous place."

When Zhang Chong said this, he shook his head and looked back at his father:

"I haven't calculated it carefully yet, but even if I don't, I know there must be something waiting for us."

My father's face was stiff when he heard this. Although my father was an atheist, he still felt a little nervous when he heard professionals say this. Even if the sun shines on the ground, my father felt that the place seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and there seemed to be a wild beast underground.

It seems that people on the ground will become their prey, and my father turned his head:

"Zhang Chong, is what you said reliable?"

Zhang Chong did not nod or shook his head:

"Although I am a native master, I have never encountered evil caves or anything evil. What I tell you is nothing but what our ancestors told me. I don't know what it is, nor do I know what it is. But our family has made a living by touching gold for generations, and the things passed down by the ancestors have not fooled people."

Zhang Chong seemed to want to comfort his father, but it seemed to be useless. His father had seen some stories of tomb robbers in the past, and the thrilling level was no less than robbing a bank. Will the things he saw in the past really happen to him...

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