The ancient tomb was located under an abandoned brick kiln in the suburbs. The entrance was blocked by rocks. Uncle Liu took four younger brothers, each with an engineering shovel, and cleared out a hole that could be drilled into. I followed them into the ground, and the temperature dropped instantly. My nose was filled with the smell of damp earth mixed with moldy wood.
"Uncle Liu, what dynasty is this tomb from?" I asked.
"A serious eunuch's tomb from the Ming Dynasty should have a lot of burial objects." Uncle Liu didn't look back, just like a shadow in the flashlight light.
I touched the wall and felt a rough grainy feeling on my fingertips. No, the tomb bricks of the Ming Dynasty would not have this texture. They would be more like imitations of mixed craftsmanship of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. But I didn't dare to say more, for fear that Uncle Liu would think I was ignorant.
After walking about fifty meters, the front suddenly became clear.
The tomb chamber is small and square, with a sarcophagus in the middle and murals on the four walls, but most of them have fallen off, leaving only vague red and green blocks. Clay pots, porcelain bowls, copper coins and other things were scattered on the ground, glowing under the flashlight.
