C2 Winged Tiger Blue Tattooed Brick

Tell you what, I did it, I really did it! I found a crack in the brick at the very bottom of the mousehole.

After I wiped a few times with my hand, a greyish green wall appeared before my eyes.

I used all of my strength to flip through the few pieces of historical knowledge that I had in my mind. But just then, lightning unexpectedly flashed in my heart as I cried out in alarm, "This, this is a Winged Tiger Blue Tattooed Brick. This tomb is from the Eastern Han Dynasty?"

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, the nobles would be buried in the grave.

After they were buried, there would be soldiers that would take over and surround this place. When spring arrived, the ground would be covered in grass and it would be the same as its surroundings. Only then would the soldiers leave.

As a result, even the brightest grave robber would find it difficult to discover where the tomb was. This was also the reason why the Eastern Han Tombs were the rarest.

The reason Chenjia Tun was called Chenjia Tun, was because of this word.

Tung Tun, Tsuen Tung, Tsuen Tsuen.

If he didn't guess wrongly, this Chenjia Tun was formed when the gathering of troops here to protect the tomb.

It should have been someone farming their fields on this piece of land, but they did not harvest any of the crops. In fact, once the crops were planted on this piece of land, they would wither and die, and over time, this piece of land would only be used as a pile of mud, gradually forming a small slope.

Just then, Saner ran back again, holding my treasure, the spatula in his hand.

Immediately, after Saner and I explained everything, we took the spatula from Saner's hands and two bottles of vinegar from him.

I finger the vinegar bottle and pour vinegar through the cracks in the wall.

Not long after, the acetic acid corroded a few holes in the wall, upon seeing which, Saner raised his leg to kick the wall.

"Don't move."

I touched my chin and thought for a moment before saying, "I remember that there is a swallow's nest on this peach blossom tree, right?"

"Yes, I do."

Saner asked curiously: "Brother, what's the matter?"

I took out two pieces of cotton cloth, and soaked them with vinegar. I covered my face with one each, and after carefully lifting a piece of the tomb brick, I said to Saner: "Let's go back and catch a swallow from the tree."

Saner was so jealous that he directly laid on the ground and snorted: "Damn, so strong."

"Let's go."

I immediately urged Saner, because just now, I had an inexplicable thought in my heart. After this tombstone was lifted by me, the foul air that had accumulated inside the tomb for who knows how many years was about to rush out of the tomb. If Saner and I were one step slower, it would be hard to say what would happen.

Saner agilely caught a adult swallow from the tree. We stayed at the entrance of the cave for a few hours, and during this time, we cleaned up the soil that had originally been dug, returning it to its original appearance.

Around 3 in the morning, Saner tied the swallow with a string and threw it into the hole.

Hey!

This thing is actually very cunning. After seeing how dark the cave was, it stood at the cave entrance and stared at us, refusing to go in.

"Brother, what do we do?"

After playing with it for a while, Saner compromised. He scratched his head and laughed bitterly, "Why do you want to let a bird go in first?"

"What do you know?"

I said to him, "This is obviously a tomb that no one has entered before. From the stench that drifted out from the hole after I took off the brick, this cave should have been filled with water."

Saner was foolish and adorable as he asked with a blank face: "What do you mean by going astray?"

"It means …"

I snappily replied, and suddenly said with a thought: "Saner, go and pick me the bird nest on the tree."

This is exactly what Saner was good at, he never questioned my words, after hearing my orders, he quickly brought the bird nest back to me.

After happily bringing it back to the bird nest, Saner asked me: "Brother, what about now?"

"How many eggs?"

This swallow was different from the usual swallow that built its nest under the eaves, it was called Peach Blossom Swallow, and the most obvious feature was a tuft of red-yellow hair below the chin.

After Saner landed on the ground, he squatted down and counted: "Seven."

I pointed to Swallow, who was standing off to the side, and said to us, "Throw the eggs one by one in front of this flat fur."

Saner glanced at me, then took out an egg from his nest. He waved it at the swallow, and then threw it into the hole.

This Peach Blossom Swallow was truly intelligent. It knew how to protect a chick. After seeing the egg being thrown into the hole, it impatiently flapped its wings, but still refused to fly into the hole.

I instructed Saner, "Continue."

Saner threw the bird eggs one by one into the hole. When there were only two left eggs in the nest, the swallow finally couldn't hold itself back any longer, and after a mournful cry, it flew back into the hole.

After around ten minutes, I let Saner pull the rope back. When I saw the lively swallow that was pulled back from the hole, I let out a long breath.