"Are you sure it's okay?"

Close the window, Yang Kun asked a little worriedly.

Huangmao patted her chest and promised, "Don't worry, boss, it's okay, I just saw the laser, but I didn't see what we did. Besides, there are many people who are playing lasers now."

What Huangmao said is true. This year, laser lights have just become popular in some northern regions. You can buy one for three or four yuan for the convenience store, with a button battery, and take out the laser lights to shine on people at night. This is the favorite of primary school students.

I looked at the time and said, "Brother Yang is waiting. It's better to send someone to the door to watch it. We will start digging around 1:00 in the second half of the night."

Yang Kun nodded and said, "If it makes sense, then you can go out and watch."

......

I put on my hat and gloves, and sat on the steps outside the small building. I just watched the small square fewer and fewer people. By around 11 o'clock, there was no one around. The lights were turned off on the auditorium. The door of the stadium was locked, and only the cultural security office was still on.

According to my understanding, before the Kaiyuan Plaza was built, there were six or seven people in the Binta Cultural Heritage Insurance Institute during the day and only two or three people at night. They were mainly responsible for the daily maintenance and cleaning of the ancient tower, and they also had to watch to prevent people from climbing the ancient tower. In such a cold weather, it was several degrees below zero. No one would come out and they were all roasting fire in the house to watch TV.

Yang Bin's wild path is indeed not very technical, and he can only dig ready-made, but he also has good wild paths. For example, his brother Yang Bin, who has his own warehouse and a team dedicated to restoring cultural relics (similar to Xiaomi's work). He has various advanced equipment, locators (theodolites), oil hoist disassembly and assembly cranes, hydraulic clamps, improved detonators, slide trucks and other tools.

"Bang...bang..."

I looked up at the sky and someone was setting off firecrackers.

It should be placed in the Weituo Bodhisattva Temple. It is less than 10 miles from Kaiyuan Pagoda. It will take more than ten days to pass the Gregorian Year. Some sincere believers have started guarding the temple early, hoping that the Gregorian Year can burn incense, and hoping that the Bodhisattva can bless themselves and their families to have a good start to the next year.

At 12:30 in the evening, the lights on the Cultural Heritage Office were also turned off. I threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on it, turned around and entered the small building.

After I came in, the water pump directly pushed the door with the table.

According to the distance from the theodolite, Huangmao drew a circle with chalk on the cement floor. He stood in the circle and said, "Boss, dig down from here, 5 meters down, and then dig forward. We have a lot of people and if you work fast, you can dig forward more than 20 meters in one night, and you can drill under the tower in less than ten days."

Yang Kun nodded and ordered, "Tingting, you are watching by the window, and you can say estimate any feng shui movements in time."

"You can push the cart with three packages, and mow the soil to the back of the house, and cover it with a rain cloth at dawn."

"Shui Pump, Lao Wei, Lao Ma."

“Hand up the sledgehammer.”

"Ha....Phoa!"

The water pump spitted into his hand, and he swung the hammer tightly and raised it high, and with a bang! It hit the cement floor with great force, and the sound was very loud.

"Wait, you can't smash it like this, the sound is too loud, wait for me for two minutes."

I quickly ran up the second floor and found a roll of old carpet. The carpet was replaced by the auditorium and was very thick. I dragged the carpet downstairs, opened it and spread it onto the concrete floor.

"Smash it, the sound should be low now."

Sure enough, the movement of the water pump was much smaller when it was smashed.

The cement layer in this kind of house is not very thick, and it lasts twenty centimeters to death. After smashing the ground, it removes a large piece of cement, and the soil surface will be exposed soon.

At this time, Luoyang shovel was useless. Although the water pump was a little tiger, it worked very hard when working. He first used a pointed pick to break the soil layer, and then dug down with a flat shovel. The digging soil was thrown into the small cart. Three packs of people were pushing the cart and quickly pouring the soil into the house.

The work was proceeding in an orderly manner. Yang Kun sat on the chair and watched all this with satisfaction. He took out a chocolate candy and ate it openly, and threw the candy paper outside the window.

After digging for more than a while, seeing that the speed slowed down, Yang Kun said, "Hurry up, if you can't do it, think about 50,000 yuan, and think about how much it is."

After hearing this, the water pump seemed to have chicken blood again.

"Ah, fifty thousand."

"Ah, fifty thousand!"

The water pump is shouting and doing it.

"Oh no! Brother Yang, this is a big fucking stone."

"Idiot, I won't make the stone!"

"I can't do it, Lao Ma, come and help me."

The two of them were in the pit and tried hard to lift the stone and lift it up.

"You are my father, you are there and don't move." Sanbao waved at me.

Three Bags and I lifted the stone and threw it into the cart.

He said with some dissatisfaction: "On this trip, I'll throw you into the two and change them. Don't just let me push the cart."

I immediately took over with a smile and said, "Brother Bao, please rest, I'll do it."

"I'm not saying you don't work," Sanbao said, and immediately let go of the cart with both hands.

Actually, I have been watching me before, because I want to be lazy, I don’t want to push a cart or dig up the soil.

There was only a big stone in the car, and I pushed the car up and walked to the back of the room.

There is a door in the northwest corner of this floor. Open the door and facing Nanshan. There is a clearing ground behind the house. The ground is full of broken stones and rotten branches and a mound of soil.

I wanted to push the pile to lift the truck, but I didn't have enough strength to rush halfway.

“Hey, hey….”

I retreated with my people and car.

The cart overturned and the big rock rolled aside.

Shaking it with a flashlight, I saw a rag similar to the cuffs of the clothes at the base of the gable.

"What's the matter?"

Pull a piece out of the soil.

"This torn clothes...blue, why...that's like the clothes worn by the fat man in the photo..."

“It won’t be….”

I took a shovel and dug a few shovels down, and it was a rotten cotton jacket.

I was relieved, and I was afraid that it would be just a piece of ordinary rotten clothes to dig out human heads, arms and legs.

It was about three o'clock in the second half of the night, and less than four o'clock, the depth of the pit had reached five meters, so we put down a ladder.

At this point, there is no need to dig down. To move forward, it means digging a small door on the earth wall and digging the tunnel that leads to the ancient tower.

The water pump Ma Aiping and the three of them were covered with dirt on their clothes and their hair. They were hiding in the pit and smoking, and the shovel stood against the wall.

Yang Kun bit the chocolate candy in his mouth and looked down.

"Have you finished pumping? Let's continue to do it after pumping. The height is 1.3 meters. Please buckle the door of the pump and continue to do it tomorrow."

The water pump held the cigarette in his mouth, patted the soil on his head vigorously, and stood up and said, "Don't urge the boss, Tingting and I are not so tired when we sit and exercise. I feel so tired that my back hurts. I will have to make up for it tomorrow."

"Rolling ball," Yang Kun cursed with a smile: "It would be nice if Tingting didn't crush you boy to death. She is almost 180 pounds."

"hey-hey...."

The water pump smiled and said that it was last year, and Tingting was already 190 this year.

"Boss! Boss!"

When someone was talking, Tingting came and was talking, panting and ran over.

"I'm just talking about you, you have to lose weight." Yang Kun joked with a smile.

"No...nothing!"

Tingting gasped and pointed at the door: "Two people came over with flashlights. They came out of the Cultural Heritage Security Bureau. It seemed that they were coming for us!"

The smile on Yang Kun's face disappeared instantly.

He was a little panicked and was about to lie down on the window and look out.

Actually, I don’t have to lie on the window and see it. I saw two flashlights outside.

"Don't be confused."

"Brother Yang, come here quickly, don't go and see."

I immediately directed: "Brother Pump, you three are in the pit. Put down the shovel, don't make any noise, cover the board quickly with three packs."

Three bags were sweating profusely and covered the hole with a board.

I spread the carpet all over and used the carpet to block the entire board.

Seeing that Tingting was still stunned, I couldn't help but push her and scolded:

"Damn it, you're still standing stupidly, lie down."
Chapter completed!