I had to go down. There was a space that was neither tall nor short. I bowed my head and bowed and could stand. The space was about one hundred square meters. There were a piece of the trunks of those trees below, supporting the beams in the middle. The jungle was wet and the dark underground was full of insects. After I landed on the ground, I was disturbed by me. I swept the flashlight and saw the southeast corner at the first glance, where there was a strange shrine-like thing piled up with tiles. The second glance saw the back of the tiles, which was the roof of my house at this time, with all kinds of insects crawling on it.

Apart from that, there is nothing in the entire space below.

I thought to myself that Liu Sang was really accurate, but after listening to this, I knew so clearly that I moved to the southeast corner carefully while asking him to come down to help.

Liu Sang jumped down and saw the insects, and shrank his neck in disgust. I observed carefully along the way and saw that there was something strange in an area on the roof of the tiles. There were many small galls or lumps on the back of the tiles in other places. After a little pat, these galls would fall and fall to the ground. Now I saw a circle of galls on the ground under this area. If I guessed correctly, this was the hole that someone had come down before, and later he covered the hole with the tiles again.

I came to the southeast corner. The thing was indeed a shrine built with broken tiles. The shrine was full of galls, and there were many strange things like spider webs. The flashlight shone in, and it was very deep inside. I guess there were tributes here before, so countless insects gathered here, creating such a dirty situation. I waved my head and let Liu Sang come over, reach out to touch it, and Liu Sang sneered from afar.

Liu Sang said: "My idol is not that stupid." He turned around and went to see other places.

I cursed in my heart, started a lighter, burned the insect silk, and slowly reached into the shrine. Liu Sang said behind me: "This place has been around for many years, and the tiles have grown into trees. It may be the place where the snake catcher temporarily stored snakes."

"The reserve has not been established for many years. Before, the snakes here were caught casually, and it didn't need to be so complicated." My attention was tightly placed in the shrine. I saw something I didn't expect. It was an old machine, like a radio, but it was larger than the radio, with three sizes of a recorder that played tapes in the 1980s.

The machine is very old and there are all galls on it. I moved it out carefully and realized that it was an old radio station.

My hands were covered with sweat, covered with galls and insects, and wiped them off on my clothes. After looking around, I understood what this place was, and it was an old spy station.

After the Kuomintang retreated to Taiwan, many troops were left behind to be converted into underground activities. When I entered the mountains of Fujian, I remember that historical records recorded that there were six teams, and countless radio stations were hidden in the mountains. This was one of the radio stations.

At that time, this place was already in the heart of the mountains, so the radio station did not need to hide it. The spies here made a living by eating snakes and lived for many years. In the end, they didn't know whether they had evacuated or died outside.

This kind of hand-cranked radio can generate electricity by itself, but now the handle is rotten. I broke off the rotten iron box of the radio, and the copper wire inside is already green and rust.

The mark was indeed not inside. I looked carefully at the shrine and returned to Liu Sang. He actually turned the ground open again. I saw that there were still tiles under the mud under our feet. I lifted the tiles again. This time he didn't wait for me to go down again. He jumped down first. When I followed, I saw a warehouse below, and all the wooden boxes inside were rotten. I used a flashlight to illuminate the wooden boxes. Except for some of the bad weapons, there were silver dollars wrapped in oil paper.

I was amazed in my heart. This was either the military expenditure of the army before retreating into the mountains, or the funds for airdropping into the mountains to act as spies before and after liberation. This was a huge sum. After the silver dollar war in Shanghai, the use of the silver dollar has lasted for many years. I don’t know the year of the monkey and horse month when the RMB has arrived in such a valley.
Chapter completed!