"Don't mind, boss Wushuang, we see that you are a capable person, if you see anything, you can say it clearly, you see that Liu Dazhuang is the labor force in the family, what does this man have to live in the future when a widow drags her children and daughters?"

Wushuang said, it's not that I don't want to help, they know their own family's affairs, and if he has the heart to hide it, then I can't help. As the saying goes, there are times in life when you have to ask for it. Not only did he force it, but he also did something hurtful to heaven and reason, I'm sorry director, please go back.

"I said, my father went to the field at noon to cultivate the soil, and the hole under the big soil hole seemed to be an old grave, and asked me to go home and get a flashlight. "The second dog is a half-grown child, the child is simple-minded, single-minded to save his father, and he doesn't dare to hide anything.

"What? Ergouzi, why don't you go back to Tunzi to tell us about such a big thing?

This matter has to start from two years ago, and the geographical location of Jilin Province is relatively special. In ancient times, it was the northernmost edge of the Central Plains, and was ruled by ethnic minority states such as Liao, Khitan, Mongolia, Manchu, and Goryeo. Therefore, most of the ancient tombs left in the local area are not regulated by the Han people.

Two years ago, there was an old man surnamed Wan in Tunzi, Lao Wantou drank two sips, and after drinking too much, he began to blow the tiger, and there was nothing in the world that he didn't dare to do. One night, the old brother drank together again, and after three rounds of wine and five flavors, Lao Wantou drank high again.

"Hey, Wan Daring, our family dug a hole in the cellar yesterday, that guy is old and evil, and there is a little yin wind in it, so scared that I didn't dare to dig it again. It is said that you dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head after three glasses of wine, dare to go inside to take a look, I heard that our Gada used to be the territory of a prince of Goryeo, maybe there is something fun in it, if you want to be blessed, you can come out with two pieces, and invite the elder brother to drink a few glasses, what's the matter?" The old king also drank too much, and actually said something that should not be said. In the past, they found the ancient tombs of the Goryeo Kingdom from time to time in Tunzi, and the Tunzi stipulated that the discoverer should notify the boss in time and reward him with 200 yuan and two bottles of Erguotou.

"Isn't it just a hole? You can really bury yourself in it as the prince of Goryeo? Who are you fooling? I won't go!" Lao Wantou drank another glass.

"What's the matter? Brother Wan, that's all you have to do? Oh mom, how many of us brothers thought you were capable before? It's a big deal, it's a dead man, look at it, scare you***!haha......" The old brothers followed and coaxed.

"Go and go, what's there, let's talk ugly ahead, if there is nothing to play with, there should be no one for you to accompany me for a hundred yuan and a bottle of two pot heads, this is not much, right?"

A few drunkards drank too much, and they didn't think it was okay, so they took out shovels from the house one by one and nodded their heads and followed the old king to his house.

Lao Wangtou just lifted the lid of the cellar that had been dug up not long ago, and a rancid wind blew out inside, plus it was the beginning of spring, and the wind was still cool at night, so that Lao Wantou wine woke up half, he had the heart to go back, but the big words had already blown out, so he had no choice but to jump in with a shovel and a flashlight.

The underground has become soft soil, and one side of the tomb wall has been dug a hole by the old king's head, and the old man has picked up the remaining scattered tomb bricks in a few moments. He took a flashlight to shine it, the burial chamber of this ancient tomb is not large, all of them are made of green bricks, and the age is too old, and the adhesive between the bricks and the rotation has long been dried. The inside of the tomb was about four or five meters square, and there were some Korean pots and pots on the ground, and there was nothing of value in them.

But the black lacquered coffin in the middle is intact, and the coffin is tied with hemp rope around the four circles, and the hemp rope will be scattered when the old man pulls it. Be bold and bold, this digging of graves has been a detrimental act since ancient times, and if it is checked from above, it will be a squatting situation.

"There's nothing to do in it, just a coffin, okay, I don't take advantage of you, Ming'er, you notify the secretary." Lao Wantou retreated.

"Nothing? Who are you fooling? Lao Wantou told you that I heard that the Goryeo people have a jar in their coffins, and the jar will be sprinkled with grains according to their funeral customs, and the grave will not see the light of day for hundreds of years, and if the jar is sealed well, the grains inside can make wine by themselves. It's called coffin wine, this game should be a big supplement, many people have collected it, and one or two can be exchanged for a pile of money. Hurry up and see if there is!" urged the old men at the top of the cellar. is the so-called knife on the head of Lizi, knowing that this is ill-gotten gain, but everyone wants to get a piece of the pie, but in the end it is not them who suffer, so they are naturally happy.

If you hear that you have money to earn, you will also come to the spiritual head. His family only has more than two acres of land, and he can only have a few thousand yuan left in the end. Is it tempting to take a jar of dead man's wine from a hole in the grave to catch up with two years' harvest?

He drooped and spitted his fists and approached the black-lacquered coffin.

He is not stupid, although he is not a captain who touches gold, nor is he a person from the rivers and lakes, but he knows some rules, first knelt in front of the coffin and kowtowed respectfully three times, and muttered a few words in his mouth. Then he tiptoed to the mold-covered lid of the coffin, and he tried several times but didn't push it.

The bottom of the tomb is well sealed, no one has touched it for several years, and the smell in the coffin, the bacteria, and the wood of the coffin lid have long been integrated.

"Lao Wang, give me the whole chisel!"

After a short time, the old king threw the chisel and hammer down to him. He put the flashlight aside, and then used a chisel to re-cut the side along the lid of the coffin, chiseling out all the wood chips that had grown together.

"Phew!" he spat into his palms and rubbed his palms. Then put his hands on the head of the coffin and jerked it back. The heavy lid of the coffin was sealed in the ground for hundreds of years, and he reopened the mystery.

The lid of the coffin was only pushed less than halfway, and he stopped in place, looking at the coffin in a daze with his mouth half open, and did not dare to move. Everyone has seen the dead, and no one has a white matter, but the dried corpses of the Goryeo people buried in the ground for hundreds of years are not destined to be seen.

There was a woman lying in the coffin, the female corpse was still not decomposed after so many years, but her face had long since lost its former appearance, and it was slightly dehydrated and air-dried. But her face is still well preserved, and her skin is inelastic but still as white as jade. In particular, the long eyelashes and cherry mouth are a testament to her beauty during her lifetime.

This Korean female corpse is in her early twenties, wearing a traditional Hanbok of a tall woman, and the beautiful trumpet flower skirt covers most of her body, revealing her white calves. The female corpse folded her hands on her chest, and her eyes closed quietly were not as terrifying as the other ancient corpses died.

"Is there any? You squeak?" urged the man above.