Bian Rui ran out of the door with his little girl in his arms. When he saw a teenage boy standing at the mouth of the beak, he immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"The pond over there is sinking!" The boy said as he pointed his finger down the slope.

After hearing this, Bian Rui ran over immediately and asked, "Is anyone trapped in?"

The boy ran behind Bian Rui, and answered Bian Rui's words while running: "No, no, we are going to surround the fish there. Brother Jiu was about to go down, but it was trapped there. Fortunately, Brother Jiu was smart or he would have been sucked down, but there was a pony in your house that was taken down..."

Bian Rui ran to the place and found that there were almost twenty people around him. He looked down at the pond. Bian Rui stretched his head and saw that the water in the pond was still pouring into the black hole.

"Where is the horse?" Bian Rui asked.

The boy around him immediately said, "I didn't see it, and there was no sound when the pony fell in."

One next to him said, "This hole is quite deep, and the water has not been completely sucked yet!"

Bian Rui stretched out his head and looked at it, and found that the hole was not formed naturally, and it was obviously dug by hand. Because just looking at Bian Rui, you can see some bricks inside, and they are all blue bricks. It is obviously not built now, and it seems that they are a bit old.

When Bian Rui saw such a scene, the first thing he thought of was the ancient tomb, so he asked at the children next to him: "How long has the water been poured?"

"It would have been several minutes before a small pond of water was poured in," the boy said to Bian Rui.

Bian Rui thought for a while and took out his cell phone and reported the matter here to the archaeological team there. Bian Rui had never heard of this thing in the village, so he naturally thought that this thing had nothing to do with Bianjia Village and had nothing to do with Bianjia Village. Bian Rui naturally had to report it to the cultural relics team.

This is not because Bian Rui's high awareness, but because Bian Rui thinks that giving this thing to the village may not be a good thing, and the cakes falling from the sky may also be trapped.

The archaeological team came quickly. Bian Rui put down his cell phone in less than ten minutes before these people came over.

At this time, there were no more than a dozen or twenty people around, but there were people standing nearby in any shaded places. All the eldest daughters and young wives in the village ran out, and even the three of Bian Rui's family came out with their children to join in the fun.

After asking about the situation, the archaeological team members sent them to check.

Bian Rui said from time to time: "One of my pony fell in and help me see if that thing is alive!"

As soon as he said this, the captain of the archaeological team looked at Bian Rui with a look of a fool for a long time, which made Bian Rui feel a little embarrassed.

"Master, there is a corridor below! There is no water inside." The archaeological team member standing at the entrance of the cave said to the captain on the shore at this time.

"How long? Is it flooded?"

"No, it's pretty good inside, but it doesn't look like a tomb passage," said the archaeological team members.

"Fix the rope, put it down and take a look," said the archaeological team member standing at the entrance of the cave.

"Wait a moment, I will definitely make it safe or not," said the archaeological captain.

Just like that, everyone stretched their necks together and waited. After about half an hour, the people threw a goose in and found that the big goose was chirping and walking in the corridor. After a while, they could only hear the echo of the big goose in the corridor. It was obvious that the air in the corridor was circulating and was immortal.

Seeing that safety was done, the archaeological team went down the rope.

At this time, Bian Rui pulled up his legs, hugged his little girl and looked down the slope. He found that the hole was straight up and down, about three meters deep like an old well. About one meter deep under the hole, there was a side path for only one person to walk on. Standing here, Bian Rui could feel the cool breeze flowing out of the side path making his cheeks tense.

Just as Bian Rui looked carefully, he suddenly heard the voice of Grandpa San coming from the slope.

"Xiao Shijiu, Xiao Shijiu, is there a sideway inside that is built with a stone trunk? There are some stone patterns on it?"

Bian Rui turned around in surprise after hearing this, saying, "Yes, Grandpa San, do you know what this is for?"

Grandpa San said: "I have heard that this thing was used by Tibetans in the past, and it is also the grain cellar and wine cellar in our village!"

"Ah, why haven't you heard of it?"

Not only Bian Rui is now, but the people next to him are also a little curious. After living in the village for decades, have you never heard of this place?

"In the past, the village's life-saving food was hidden in this place to prevent bandits and riots from coming..." Grandpa San talked about this matter to Bian Rui while going down.

Grandpa III had just arrived at the bottom of the pond, and the grandpa came over there.

"Brother!"

"Third brother, do you see where is it?" Grandpa asked on the shore.

Grandpa San was already closer to the entrance of the cave than Bian Rui. Bian Rui was afraid that the old man would have any accident, so he took two steps forward and prepared to grab Grandpa San if one is wrong and not let the old man fall in.

However, the old man was very careful. He moved to the entrance of the cave and looked down. After a minute or two, he turned to the elder brother on the shore and said, "Brother, yes, I think it's the place we have been listening to the elders."

When the archaeological captain heard this, he immediately asked, "Old man, tell me, what is this for?"

Grandpa San immediately said, "Captain Liu, please ask your people to come on. This is the thing from our neighbor's house. It is not suitable for your people to come in."

When the captain passed the exam, he smiled bitterly and said, "This is our job. This thing belongs to your village but also to the country!"

Grandpa San heard this and said, "The things here are from the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, which are all left by our ancestors. Why did they become the country when they get here?"

"Sir, don't get me wrong..."

The archaeological captain was about to explain, but suddenly a sound came from the corridor.

"Captain, blue and white porcelain! There are all Qinghua porcelains in a hole! I look like Ming blue and white porcelain here."

"What!?"

Not only the archaeological captain was stunned, but everyone around was stunned. The people around him didn't know what this thing was, but the three words "blue and white porcelain" were heard. The first word that popped up in everyone's mind was money. The red ones were all worth a hundred bills.

"This is something we have last name Bian, you guys leave here!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted loudly.

This sentence seemed to wake everyone up suddenly, so all the people in Bianjia Village standing here shouted in unison: "You come out, this is something from our village!"

Even if the people in Bianjia Village are calm and calm, they can't resist the temptation of blue and white porcelain in the entire cave. The concept in their minds is that one Yuan blue and white can be worth hundreds of millions. Even if this Ming blue and white can be seen, it is worth eight million. This cave is all, and the whole village can't finish eating it if it sits on the ground for several lifetimes!

The archaeological captain was also in a difficult situation. He knew that this thing might be the ancestor of the Bianjia Village, but according to the national laws, the things in the land also belong to the country. He didn't know that there was any reason to shirk it, but now he was standing next to him. If he was ruined, he would not do it at the unit in the future.

The archaeological captain has never seen greedy villagers, and the national treasures destroyed by these destroyed one by two pieces. He himself did not really want to snatch these things from the villagers of Bianjia Village. What he cares about is that the villagers should not destroy these things.

"Everyone, let's calm down. I'll give you some cultural relics knowledge here... Oh, which guy smashed me with mud?" Before the archaeological captain finished speaking, he was hit in his head.

The boy who smashed the stone was not afraid, and said directly: "This is the thing from our Bian family, no one can rob it! I can't do it either!"

"Yes, yes! I can't do it either,"

A group of half-aged children beside him shouted in unison.

The archaeological captain was always nearby, so he naturally knew the morality of the village here. He quickly used a delaying plan, gave a wink to his colleague standing next to him, and then said to the crowd: "Everyone, calm down, we won't steal anyone's things..."

After talking for a while, the angry people would not listen.

"Give me peace of mind!"

After the grandfather said something, the place that turned out to be like a vegetable market suddenly became quiet.

The old man said, "What's the Ming blue and white porcelain? This is the place where people hide from soldiers and bandits in our village. There is a large jar of grain in the cellar, and some living supplies are hidden. Do you really think that the ancestors are so rich, and they can hide some blue and white porcelain Xuande furnaces at home for nothing. This is for hiding disasters, and there are not many valuable things in it! Besides, I heard that the family heirs were passed down from poetry and books. How many of them were passed down from money in history? Do you think that the ancestors were so good at this level and gave us a hole of silver?..."

When Bian Rui heard this, he suddenly felt that the grandfather was quite polite. To be honest, if there is really something to hide in the space of the ancestor, it is not safer than where to find something in the space? Besides, are there anything in the space?

Of course there are some, and there are many famous calligraphy, painting, ancient books, classics, etc., but the ancestor taught all the things heirlooms, such as the bamboo craftsmanship of the Bian Rui family, and other people's winemaking and silk drawing. Which craftsmanship cannot support the family? Can gold, silver and treasures compare with these crafts? It is obviously inferior to that.

More importantly, Bian Rui had never heard the ancestor talk about this before. If there was really a cellar of blue and white porcelain, the ancestor would definitely say that, how could the old man hide such an important thing?

"Grandpa, why don't we ask the one inside to take a porcelain to take a look?" Bian Rui waited for the grandpa to finish speaking, and suggested.

Seeing that the grandfather nodded, Bian Rui shouted into the hole.

About ten minutes later, the people inside handed over two porcelain plates.

Blue and white are real blue and white, and they were also from the Ming Dynasty. However, this thing is used by ordinary people. Whether it is a firework or a painter, it is not up to standard, and the bowl mouth is not round. Not to mention the level of the fireworking, the level of the firework is serious, even Bian Rui, a layman, thinks that this thing cannot be taken on the table.

"Is this thing valuable?"

A boy reached out and asked.

The archaeological captain said angrily: "Ask me if it is worth it or not, your seventeenth uncle must know!"

When Bian Rui looked up, he realized that Brother Seventeen had come at some point.

Just as Qi Qi was about to speak, he suddenly heard a whimpering sirens.
Chapter completed!