Notes From Buried Times Chapter 17

The atmosphere of the meeting was dull. The old man was silent, and no one dared to speak. The old man seemed to be in a trance, so a group of people could only sit on the edge of the field and chew grass roots.

Daniel Xia sat next to Xiao Shi and asked first: "Is it sweet?"

Xiao Shi, not sweet.

Daniel Xia sighed softly and said, "It's good that it's not sweet. I watched you eat a grasshopper. It's quite nutritious, a meat dish. ... Don't spit it out. It's such a pity to spit it out. ... You are wasting food, Oliver Shi. The Workers' and Peasants' Red Army will never forgive you."

"Well," the frustrated archaeological team leader finally spoke, "During the drilling, we determined the depth of the tomb. The raw soil layer is about eleven meters below. The tomb robber calculated very accurately..."