Chapter 3 Drapwood

I didn't answer. The rain was still raining, and there seemed to be no tendency to stop. The dark clouds were crushed. Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, as if it had exploded, and my eardrums trembled.

At this time, Xiao Hui came in from the outside and glanced past me. I didn't find anything wrong with her.

So I couldn't help but relax a little about her.

Xiao Hui and the shovel looked at face and whispered a few words, and the shovel ran out in a hurry.

Fat Ma followed when he saw that the situation was wrong.

I turned around and looked back. She also looked back at me and said blankly, "You can also go and have a look!"

There must have been something wrong, and I didn't hesitate. The clay figurine was already in front of me, and I followed him.

The road in the mountains is particularly difficult due to the continuous rain. The mud keeps sticking to the soles of the shoes, and the trees in the forest are overwhelmed by the heavy rain.

The roar of the river is getting louder and louder, and I know it is approaching the river.

The rain fell on my raincoat, and the sound of dripping made me less aware of the outside world. Except for the roaring river, most of the sound was isolated.

Another downhill road, through the cracks between the trees, you can already see the endless surge of the river.

"It's several times wider than the original river," the clay figurine said to me when I approached.

"This is a tributary of the Yangtze River," the clay figurine continued.

Fat Ma also came forward with a puzzled face. Mud said, "Maybe you can't figure it out, but you've all heard of Dujiangyan!"

I nodded. The famous water conservancy project in Dujiangyan was built by Li Bing and his son, but it was rumored that Li Bing had no son. In the history books, he invented a son for Li Bing not to carry the name of "three unfilial piety and no future".

Dujiangyan has a history of thousands of years, but it still plays its role in water conservancy.

Speaking of Dujiangyan, I can basically determine which river this is. "This is Minjiang, right!" I said. The clay figurine nodded.

Fat Ma listened to what we said and finally understood.

More and more people gathered by the river, and suddenly someone shouted, "Look, there are wooden boards."

We followed his voice and looked into the water. There were many floating objects on the water, trees washed away by the water, all kinds of artificial garbage, and even animal corpses.

It's not surprising that there is a wooden board, I thought to myself.

But Fat Ma and the clay figurine have run forward, and people who often go down to the ground can see at a glance that it is a coffin board.

"It has been washed away," Ma Fatty whispered.

The clay figurine nodded.

At this time, the shovel came to me and said, "The amount of water is too much."

I didn't answer, and he didn't go any further. We continued to look at the river, and the surging water wet my shoes.

At this time, Fatty Ma ran back and said to me, "Sun, come and have a look."

I followed Fatty Ma's footsteps and took a few steps upstream.

Fat Ma pointed to the board floating in the middle of the river and whispered, "The tomb may have been washed away. If water is poured in, it will be all over."

After listening to Fatty Ma's words, I was a little surprised, "Is it..."

The clay fig man answered, "If the fat man's inference is correct, the tomb should be hidden at the bottom of the river."

After being confirmed, I couldn't help looking at the rolling river, and at this moment, my mood was like a river.

The rain fell on the river, blooming flowers, and then disappeared.

Now there is nothing we can do. After watching it for a while, nothing more valuable appeared, and the crowd began to retreat.

Slowly, only Ma Fatty Mud Man and I were left, as well as the shovel. Xiaohui looked at it for the last time and turned around and left.

And 'Mr.' did not appear from beginning to end.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the drops of water keep flowing down the brim to my face. I keep sweeping away the rain on my face with my hand. I will find that nothing will be found. The three of us are also going to retreat.

When I left, I shouted a shovel.

but he was rejected. He said, "Sir wants me to stare here. I can't leave."

I was speechless for a moment, so we had to leave first. After returning to the tent, we took off our raincoat and wiped the rain on our bodies.

Fat Ma shook his hair and said, "If the river doesn't retreat, we can't go down."

"This is not something we should worry about," the clay figurine said.

Fat Ma was stared and said, "That's right. I'm worried about this leisure, and it's the worst way to go home."

But I don't think so. This time it's not as simple as it seems. We are following a group of people... Two words surged into my heart, weirdos. Yes, this is just a bunch of weirdos.

I don't like to talk. A soldier wants others to call him Mr. and yesterday's warning can't help but make me suspicious.

I doubt not only the purpose of this group of people, but also the value of this tomb.

Finally, in the afternoon, the rain weakened, but it did not stop. It was not until the next morning that the rain stopped momentum.

The sky is faintly clear.

Looking further into the river, the water has become a little flat.

The water level has dropped a little, and the stones on the river have begun to be exposed. They have been soaked on the river bank and have begun to turn black. The original plants have died because of excessive moisture and blackening.

"One or two more days, the river should be able to return to its original state," I said.

Fat Ma had to wait for a day or two when he heard it, and his original bright eyes darkened a little.

The mud man said, "Not necessarily. Even if we listen to the rain, we may not be able to go in with our whole body, because the original river flow is still there."

I don't know when Xiaohui appeared behind us and said, "At that time, there will be oxygen equipment."

This sentence seems to have given the three of us a reassurance pill.

also stopped our argument.

Suddenly, someone called Xiao Hui's name, saying that the waiting person came.

Xiao Hui turned around and left.

I was curious about who I was waiting for, so I also turned around and followed him. The clay figurine and the fat horse didn't stay up.

The weather has cleared up, and the sun has revealed its face and shines on the earth.

I caught up with Xiao Hui's footsteps, walked with my colleagues, and asked, "Who is the gentleman waiting for?"

Xiao Hui did not answer directly, but said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

I closed the door, and Fatty Ma then put his hand on my shoulder and laughed.

I'm getting used to Fatty Ma's gloating personality for a long time.

I fell down and walked with Fat Ma again.

Fat Ma said, "Sun, don't be discouraged and continue to work hard."

Fat Ma said this, which suddenly reminded me that when he went to the countryside as an educated youth, he often teased me and the hills.

The name hill comes to my mind again...