According to the previous plan, everything went in an orderly manner. Uncle Lin Jiu and I both brought compasses. It was not difficult to search this not-so-large area. We walked around the river several times in and out, but with no results, we discussed it.
After a while we decided to expand the search scope.
Uncle Lin Jiu was on the east bank of the river, and I was on the west bank. We searched all morning. When my arms were about to get sore, the compass in my hand finally changed.
This is a recently developed wasteland, a wasteland outside of cultivated fields. It is not far from the embankment, with some relatively scattered ridges scattered among it. The crops that were originally planted have been damaged due to drought.
It was in a state of self-destruction. I pushed aside the crops and saw that the compass in my palm was shaking non-stop. It seemed that there was indeed something very dark nearby.
After marking the spot, I ran up to the embankment and called Uncle Lin Jiushe and Zheng Guigui, who were having so much fun, to come over. Uncle Lin Jiushu said that the things were down there, and they might be deep. I was afraid that it wouldn’t be possible for the two of us, so we had to ask the villagers to come over.
I nodded and followed the old man back to the village.
When I was passing by a field, I saw an old-fashioned courtyard on the edge of the village. Judging from the shape, it looked a bit like the kind of temples common in the north. I asked Uncle Lin why they hadn't demolished the temple here yet. Uncle Lin
Hearing this, he turned around to take a look and said softly: "That's not a temple, it's the ancestral hall of my Lin family."
As soon as I said this, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. I didn't know how to reply, but I saw a woman in her early fifties opening the door. When the woman saw Uncle Lin Jiu, she was slightly stunned. After a short period of surprise, she closed the door and went back.
, I turned to look at Uncle Lin Jiu. The old man shook his head helplessly, as if he was very miserable.
"Your sister?" I felt something in my heart, and I didn't know why I asked such a question.
"Yes." Uncle Lin Jiu said, smiling extremely bitterly.
"Is there any misunderstanding between you two?" I lowered my head and thought about it, and asked him a little noisily. After hearing this, the old man thought about it for a while, then turned his head to look at me, and said with a smile: "Home.
Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite, and it’s not easy for everyone.”
"It makes sense." Maybe I thought this topic was a bit boring, so I quickly laughed and the other party also smiled ambiguously when he heard this. In fact, some things are just like this. Now that it's over, why bother thinking about it?
That's a lot.
After telling the village chief about our findings, the village chief seemed extremely excited. He rubbed his hands and asked us what kind of help we needed. Uncle Jiu said, "Nothing is needed. We just need to find a few men with quick hands and feet."
Finally, I laughed at that time.
We ran out while carrying our shoes, and after shouting a few times, a dozen young men in their early twenties ran out carrying shovels and pickaxes. Each one of them was very excited, and they didn't seem to want to help us.
Digging holes is like robbing graves and digging for gold.
Doing this kind of thing, having more people is not necessarily a bad thing. Young people have strong yang energy, and the effect of joining together to suppress ghosts is very obvious. It is for this reason that at least half of the schools in China are built on random graves.
Uncle Lin Jiushu's style of doing things was different from mine. Before doing anything, he had to mobilize. He stood on a stool, holding his waist with his hands and explained some issues that needed attention to everyone. Then, he invited the village chief comrade to go with him.
Everyone listened and responded positively. Just like that, the three people came back, took a short rest and then ran back with a large group of people.
Guigui and I followed the crowd while eating steamed buns. Xiaonizi didn't know why, but she was always in a very good mood. Seeing her like this, I joked a few words without saying anything, and Guigui just followed with a smile.
People around me don't talk much. Sometimes, I really can't understand this kind of weird little girl.
With so many people here, I didn’t have to do it myself. I watched a group of young men cutting crops and working on the field. I sat aside and watched leisurely. At first, it went smoothly. Everyone dug down at the designated spot.
, I have no complaints about my quick hands and feet, but after digging a big hole that was more than two meters deep, I still haven't seen anything useful.
Some people started to murmur and asked if we had dug in the wrong place. But Master Lin walked around and kept thinking that his positioning was correct. I also took out the compass and measured it. It felt like it was the same.
Master Lin's positioning coincided with it, but since the positioning was correct, how could there be no warning at all?
Thinking in my mind, I couldn't help but frown. I squatted on the edge of the pit that was already more than two meters deep and looked at the people below. Suddenly I heard an exclamation, followed closely by someone smaller than me.
The young man who was a few years old shouted in surprise: "Water! There is water!"
"What?" said the man who looked like the village chief, and ran forward with excitement on his face. He leaned down and looked down, as if he had discovered some useful treasure.
"Water! There is water down here!" At this time, someone else shouted excitedly.
It is rare to be able to dig out water within three meters of the ground. I stood aside and looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this, so I asked the people below not to stop and continue going.
Dig down.
As the depth increases, the soil below becomes wetter and wetter. At first, there are some trickles appearing from time to time, but when the digging reaches about three meters, the soil under everyone's feet has turned into a soft...
It's like a muddy thing.
We were worried that the swamp-like soil would be dangerous, so we had to find ropes to tie up a few people below to prevent them from falling into the mud and dying.
"Uncle Jiu, what do you think?" I dipped a little of the mud I brought up from the baskets on my fingers. I smelled it and asked Uncle Jiu. He also repeated the same action like me, frowning and thinking.
After waiting for a long time, he nodded: "That's right, it's right here."
"How deep do you think we have to go to find something?" I walked to the edge of the pit again and took a look. I turned to ask Uncle Jiu. After hearing this, Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "Maybe, who knows? Try to be as fast as possible.
, let’s wait for the results.”
The old village chief who was watching the excitement heard what we said and knew that this matter should not be delayed for too long, so he walked to the pit and urged everyone to hurry up. However, the mud was different from the soil, and it was very slow to clean up. He looked at the crops around him.
All of them will be drowned in this mud
, the few people below have not dug out the bottom yet. The village chief saw that everyone was very tired, so he asked everyone to take a break and have a meal first. As soon as he finished speaking, a young man who was climbing up with a rope suddenly said "Hey"
There was a sound, followed by a few more fierce stomps.