Arthur found a mill.
It is built in a cliff slightly higher than the waterway, and the shape is quite complex.
In addition to the cave as the main body of the mill, upward canals and reservoirs are also dug on one side. According to the holes in the canal, Arthur guessed that there might have been a waterwheel on the canal to introduce the water from the lower waterway into the reservoir above the mill and use water conservancy to maintain the operation of the mill.
This is a good discovery. In distant years, the residents here have learned to use water power.
After walking around the mill and watching several large stone chisel cylinders, stepping on the sand and dust all over the ground, Arthur walked along the stone ladder leading to the outside of the canyon, drilled into the corridor on the left, and came to a rock wall corridor.
The edges and corners of the surrounding rocks have long been rubbed off, and the fallen walls are covered with gravel. The empty stone house on one side is like an eye without eyes, whining like a flute in the cold wind.
For a time, Arthur had the feeling of visiting the ancient Grottoes in his previous life.
However, in front of these stone houses, there are no sculptures and murals.
Except for some pottery pots placed on the niche stone trough, these stone houses are basically empty, leaving nothing valuable except sand and dust.
It''s probably a bed. Looking at some wood in the corner, Arthur thought. He raised his foot and stepped on it. The wood was as brittle as dry rotten wood. Without much force, it broke into fine slag.
It was probably a locker. Looking at the hollowed out stone wall in front of him, Arthur guessed its purpose - not big or small, not high or low. Maybe he could put some clothes and other things.
With the sound of "Dang", he lifted his sword and pushed a pottery pot from the stone trough to the ground.
In the broken pottery pot, there is a layer of dark gray material like soil. He bent down and twisted a pinch with three fingers. After rubbing it open at his fingertips, he found that there were some oatmeal particles left in it.
"It should be a pot of flour," Arthur muttered, looking at the powder on his finger. "It''s not too fine. Maybe it''s pounded out."
Arthur was delighted with his new discovery.
He had broken several pottery pots before and found nothing. This stone house is the largest one on this stone corridor, which finally makes him gain something.
The existence of mills, waterwheel and flour in pottery pots shows that the residents here already know how to plant and do not rely entirely on hunting for a living - towns with tens of thousands of people are unlikely to continue to rely on hunting.
He was very curious about how to plant crops such as oats in such a ghost place - can seeds be sown on the land outside the canyon and grow freely?
Raising his sword, Arthur simply pushed all the pots on the stone trough to the ground.
With the sound of banging, these antiques, which have been preserved for many years, are broken to pieces.
This discovery is far more than before.
Among the broken pottery pots, there were not only complete oatmeal seeds, but also dozens of nearly 100 copper and iron coins. In addition, there is a can of dark, sticky things.
Arthur picked a bit of pottery and smelled it. He found that it was like mud. It was actually honey!
Arthur let out a cry of surprise - the town has not only been deserted for a long time, but there is still honey in the jar!
After a moment of exclamation, Arthur refrained from putting honey into his mouth, threw away the pottery in his hand, and dialed the coin aside with his hand.
It should be money, he thought. The iron coins were only a little rusted, and they could not see the original shape at all. Only those copper coins, although equally rusted, could at least make people guess the original shape.
"If only there were gold coins."
He took a few copper coins and looked at them. Arthur muttered and regretted to put the copper coins in his arms.
Out of the stone house, Arthur wanted to go through one side of the corridor to the stone house at the other end and search again.
But the corridor in front of him had collapsed and was impassable. Helpless, he had to return the same way and drill into the Stone Gallery on the right side of the stone ladder.
These stone houses dug on the rock walls are divided into sections every ten or twenty. Each section has two or three layers. There are rock walls at both ends. If you want to leave the canyon or go to the bottom of the valley, you can only go through the city gate like corridors at both ends and straight stone terraces.
He wandered around the stone house one after another. He didn''t find anything new except some broken wood and pottery pots.
Standing on the Stone Gallery, facing the whimpering cold wind in the canyon, Arthur stared at the cliff on the other side.
There is a section of stone house that has nearly collapsed, falling stones have rolled into the bottom of the valley, and the stone ladders at both ends have been buried.
"Don''t you have any murals that you can understand at a glance?" Arthur complained a little disappointed after glancing at the bleak canyon.
What he most wanted to find was not gold or silver coins, but some records about the town.
There are words and carvings in the tomb hall at the bottom of the valley, but most of the words have been eroded and blurred, and there are many words that Arthur doesn''t know. The carvings are either demons or sword fighting gods or heroes. There is no record of this town at all.
What he wants to find most is books. Even if he can''t understand them, he can take them back for his bachelor''s research. The second is murals. It''s best to describe the scenes of sacrifice, farming, fighting or life of the town''s residents.
But there is nothing. The residents here seem to have no intention of painting.
On the Stone Gallery, Arthur looked around, searching for new exploration targets. The stone houses behind him should be the homes of ordinary residents. In such a ghost place, they probably can''t pursue anything else except survival.
"Go and look across the street."
Holding up his hands, Arthur called to Dafei beside him, and took the lead in drilling into the corridor.
Only a few caves were dug in the rock wall he pointed to, but it occupied a section of the rock wall alone. Although he agreed to be dilapidated, there were still three stone pillars outside the cave, and there were direct stone ladders from the bottom of the valley to the cave, which looked like the entrance of the ancient temple from a distance.
I hope it''s a temple.
Carrying his sword, Arthur trotted all the way. The gold and copper coins jingled in his arms. Just as he rushed to the bottom of the valley and looked back, the stupid bird waved its wings, made a "grunt" on his head, raised a strong wind and flew directly to the rock wall in the distance.
"Shit!" cried Arthur. The stupid bird said he was too slow.
Holding his sword, he rushed to the stone ladder in the distance, thinking that he would give Dafei the stupid bird twice later.
Since he was caught by the system, Dafei''s brain has become better and better. He is not only more curious than day, like a child, but also learned to laugh at him recently.
When he held his sword, rushed up the stone ladder and stood on the flat ground outside the cave, Dafei was standing leisurely on a collapsed stone pillar
"Gulu Gulu..." looking at him, Dafei shouted happily.
Arthur rushed forward, jumped up and slapped the flying bird on the head.
"Slow down?! you give me a try. Don''t fly. Come and have a look!"
Arthur''s slap was useless. After being beaten, Dafei was very happy. He waved his wings, slapped him fiercely and hissed loudly.
"Stop it, the sand is in your eyes!"
He jumped up and Arthur slapped the stupid bird again.
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