Work was finished at 3:30 in the evening. In the Pear Tree Badland, we found nothing else except the four iron bells from the Iron Buddha Temple Pagoda.

I tried my best to restore the tomb, including the color of the surface soil layer, the location and depth of the tombstone.

I was trying not to be seen by Bai Weiqiong. I knew what I did was not glorious. If Bai Weiqiong knew about it, no friend would have to do it.

People die for money, and birds die for food.

I am a tomb robber, I am a bad person, not a good person, but... I also want to make friends with others.

As mentioned earlier, the Second Cotton Factory will be on holiday until March. Tian Sanjiu asked us to stay in the factory during the day to find the background location for the third photo taken that year.

Tian Sanjiu guessed that if he found the place, it would either be the Iron Buddha Temple or the cast iron Buddha, and there should be something hidden there.

The times are progressing, and enterprises are developing.

Northwest China Cotton, from the first director of Wang Xinggui in 1958 to the current director of Director Chen, I don’t know how many of them have been replaced. Nearly 50 years have passed, and many places have changed a lot. If you find some retired employees to see them, they probably won’t recognize some places in Ermianli.

Large warehouses, small warehouses, cotton removal rooms, production rooms, material preparation rooms, finished products rooms, offices, canteens, dormitories, equipment rooms, engine oil rooms, equipment rooms, parts warehouses... the legs are all numb.

Many old houses were locked and the windows were open, so we couldn't get in. On the way, we occasionally met workers who built sheds in the south factory area. People asked us what we were doing. Tian Sanjiu said that it was the branch to inspect it. When asked which branch it was, he said it was Daxing Dyeing and Weaving.

It's past one pm.

"Where are you?" Tian Sanjiu called and looked around.

"Not there, you turn left, and when you walk forward you can see a broken tractor, we are here."

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a middle-aged man in his thirties ran over with his bag on his back.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Brother Tian, ​​the fucking place is too big, I'm so dizzy."

Tian Sanjiu nodded: "Shunzi, have you received the money?"

"You are so polite to receive it, brother." The man smiled.

"Don't talk nonsense. You follow us, as long as there is no one here, the locked factory, whether it is a warehouse or something, will be opened to me."

"No problem," the man patted the backpack he brought with him and said with a smile that these locks were ordinary locks, and they were all small things.

The one named Shunzi that Tian Sanjiu found was a professional thief, the kind of organization with a large scale. He couldn't accept the lock of the factory. It was really awesome. I saw that he used a small iron wire to poke a bucket back and forth, and then opened it lightly.

Thanks to the fact that there was no one in the Second Cotton Factory during the holiday, otherwise he would not have dared to do this.

Three hours later.

Tian Sanjiu looked around, and after a few dozen seconds, he looked down at the photos again.

"Shunzi, you go, you know the rules."

The man nodded quickly: "Of course I know Brother Tian, ​​then I won't bother you anymore. If you need help, Brother Tian, ​​you can call me at any time."

After the unlocked lock left, Tian Sanjiu suddenly spoke, "I finally found it, it's here."

"Ah? How do you see this?"

I turned my head and looked around.

The place where we are now standing is a large warehouse, the room is densely filled with all kinds of debris and is very dusty.

Among them, the most stacked are all kinds of old equipment and old machines in the cotton factory. There are a lot of them, and they can’t count them at first glance. It is estimated that these are all inventory of Ermian’s factory over the decades of its establishment.

Brother Yu also asked you how you saw it?

Tian Sanjiu looked up at the roof, and he said with a burning look: "It's just the feeling, my feeling tells me that things are here, maybe underground." He looked down at his feet.

There was a cement floor made of dusty under his feet, which was a whole. Tian Sanjiu asked Hongyan and Brother Yu to go to the car to get things.

After Brother Yu and Hongyan left, I and Tian Sanjiu were the only ones left in the warehouse.

It was almost evening at this time, and the sun was setting. The warehouse windows were open very high. A beam of sunset shone in from the windows and some dust could be seen floating in the air.

Tian Sanjiu's eyes were exposed to his eyes. He squatted down and gently rubbed the cement floor with his right hand, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile seemed familiar. Once when he looked at Luo Jiashan in his wheelchair, he smiled like this.

Brother Yu and Hongyan soon came back with the metal detector, and they also took an impact drill that burns oil.

Use the detector to close the ground and sweep it over inch by inch.

"Didi...Didi..."

The detector responded.

Brother Yu reached out and pulled the lead, looked at the right position and directly hit the impact drill, dashing through the cement floor.

I didn't know if Tian Sanjiu was nervous too, so I saw him watching and smoking constantly.

The impact drill penetrated the ground, dug it down with a shovel for a few seconds, and touched something.

"What is it?" Tian Sanjiu threw away the cigarette butt and ran to see it.

"Is it a big cast iron Buddha worth hundreds of kilograms?"

"Is it the big tower sword?"

When I saw what I dug up, my face suddenly became ugly.

Damn, it's a rusty washbasin...

Tian Sanjiu kicked the basin open in anger and shouted: "Look for it! Keep looking for it for me! Things are definitely somewhere here!"

Close the warehouse gate, from the time when the sun sets, nothing can be seen until the black one is dark. We use detectors to sweep almost every inch of the concrete floor.

Nothing was found.

Apart from the rotten washbasin dug before, there is no root hair under the cement ground.

The blue veins on Tian Sanjiu's forehead swelled up and he kicked the equipment in anger.

"Um?"

He suddenly raised his brow and frowned at the various old equipment and machines piled together.

"Wang Xiaoqin...Tang Xin...Bai Tingli..."

"Popular Science Committee..."

Tian Sanjiu was like a devil. He kept paced back and forth, muttering something in his mouth.

"Bang,"

He suddenly snapped his fingers and looked up at the roof and said, "I understand... This used to be the second floor. Have you seen the old blackboards piled up in the corner of the west wall? Those were the blackboards used by the Science and Technology Committee to promote them back then, not underground... Go to the roof."

After coming out of the warehouse, we were afraid that the flashlight would be discovered, so we did not turn on the lights.

Looking up at the roof of the large warehouse, Tian Sanjiu looked at Brother Yu and said, "Go up and send the rope down."

Brother Yu threw the rope he took from the car behind him, he retreated more than ten meters and started running and speeding up.

With his feet on the wall, Brother Yu directly grabbed the water pipe mouth with his super long arm span.

A vertical pull-up was raised, and Brother Yu changed hands and stepped on the water pipe with his feet, turned over and climbed up the roof.

“Come up.”

He threw the rope off the roof.

Red eyes grabbed the rope tightly, he leaned on his hand and stepped on the wall with one hand...

The same goes for Tian Sanjiu, but I can’t.

I pulled the rope and stepped on the wall, my face turned red, my arms were almost exhausted, and my body moved upward little by little.

"hand....."

Huang Tianbao, red eyes, lay on the roof and reached down.

As soon as I grabbed his hand, I felt a powerful force coming, and I was like I was on a rocket and whizzing up.

Tian Sanjiu was not wrong, and there was a lot of old equipment piled up on the roof. Some equipment were known, while others did not, such as dryers, looms, cleaning machines, velvet peeling machines, etc.

Tian Sanjiu walked quickly through these machines.

He finally stopped in front of a large cylinder.

This large cylinder is very similar to the thing that was brought in front of the road rolling machine. It should have been used for cotton picking in the early years. It was pushed by a machine and rolled in the cotton field to collect cotton.

I don’t know what the machine name is, nor do I know how many years it has been placed on the roof of a warehouse.

Because cotton is to be picked, the large cylinder is hollow.

Tian Sanjiu took a step back and said, "Dabao, kick me away."

Red eyes must be ordered to start.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Every time he kicked, I had an illusion that the whole roof was shaking.

"Bang!"

The dust rose, and the big cylinder was kicked into it by red eyes.

Tian Sanjiu waved his hand to drive away the dust, turned on the flashlight and looked into the tube.

Brother Yu and I also came over and looked in.

There were some black cotton inside, all rotted.

In the center, placed horizontally, there is a large iron lump hidden in the upper circle and below.

This thing...

It was the seventh floor of the Iron Buddha Temple pagoda where the monk Yuetian of Linji Zong buried it in the 13th year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty.
Chapter completed!