Chapter 142 The Iron Coupon Top-The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

It was a few hours before dawn, and when this suddenly happened, all of them had no desire to go back to sleep, and sat around the fire in their thick clothes.

“Mi tell me exactly what just happened.” I asked.

Xiaomi covered her thick clothes and said in shock: “It’s too scary, I just fell asleep not long ago, and suddenly a hand reached in from outside the tent|tent and grabbed the quilt without saying a word, I didn’t let go of my hand, and as a result, I was dragged out as well, and also, he snatched away my cell phone.”

“A cell phone? Why haven’t I seen you take it out?”

Xiaomi said with a bitter face, “I have it, my grandfather (Uncle Liao) called me before, but there’s no signal here not much use, I’ll just use it to see the time.”

Uncle Liao also said yes, Xiaomi’s cell phone was bought by him.

Bean Sprout said as he roasted the fire, “A cell phone is a brick here, and I still have mine in my bag, so if it’s gone, it’s gone. I have a guess, you guys, is this red-eyed native like the Hutts or the Kya? So far, he hasn’t done anything other than grabbing a quilt, has he? If I say ah this matter peak son you also have responsibility, let you watch night how you doze off.”

I frowned and said, “Don’t mention those, right now, besides defending against this red-eyed sneak attack, we have to dig through that tomb as soon as possible, and then save time to find the head of the handle.”

It was a bit of a dreary atmosphere as they sat there dry for an hour.

I said neither can sleep?

Everyone didn’t say anything, counting it as acquiescence.

“In that case, Fish, I’m relieved that you’re keeping watch, and Bud’s boy will get his shovel and me and go catch up on the work.”

Fish thought about it and nodded saying you guys be safe, I’ll watch the guys.

…..

It was dark, and two dark figures with headlamps took turns digging under the shovel, digging from the latter part of the night until dawn, and digging a robber’s hole in the ground close to two meters deep.

“How’s Peak? Looks like something’s up to me.”

“Throw the cloth down, why the fuck is it so hot,” I shouted as I stood at the bottom of the pit facing upwards.

Catching the face wipe that Beanpole threw down, I wiped away the sweat and frowned at the change in the earth beneath my feet.

The place where I stood with my feet was less than a meter wide, just enough room for one person, and the earth was interspersed with a great deal of yellowish-brown rusty slag, no stones, and I noticed that there was more and more of this iron slag.

Having never seen such a layer of rammed earth before, I dug down another half meter full of doubt, and suddenly.

The flathead shovel clanked!

The sound was crisp, like touching a metal-like object.

Bean Sprout Boy also heard it, and he immediately shouted in excitement, “Crap, that sound! Quickly dig quickly dig! There are bronzes buried in the earth!”

The Ming Dynasty didn’t make bronzes at all, so I ignored Bean Sprout Boy and instantly peeled back the soil to see what it was.

“This ….. This what?”

The earth revealed a large area of pig iron, and clearing this layer I realized with horror that my entire body was now standing on a large lump of iron!

The flathead shovel couldn’t go down half as far in.

Widening the robber’s hole, I found all this stuff under my feet, I couldn’t hit it at all, and all that rusty slag in the dirt before, that’s what this stuff was dropping.

“This …… iron coupon top?”

My hands were shaking and I almost missed the shovel.

A coupon top?

It’s amazing that people used this stuff in the Ming Dynasty!

Got into big trouble!