Survival male god

Chapter 209
The floor of the basement is inlaid with wooden boards, and the walls are made of stacked stones, and the filling inside is like mud.

The overall height is more than two meters, and the length and width are three and four meters. People standing inside feel a little depressed, and they can touch the beam on the top with their hands.

But to Chen Jing's surprise, there was no damp and rotten smell in it, but a faint woody fragrance.

"The basement has been waterproofed, and the filling on the wall is mixed with resin. In addition to preventing moisture from soaking, it also has the effect of repelling insects."

"There's a table there!"

In the corner, there was a thin layer of dust on the long table made of logs.

In the round dish, there is still an unburned candle, but unfortunately there is no way to light it now.

There was nothing on the table, Chen Jing checked carefully for a long time, and finally found a hidden compartment on the wall.

Under the table, about two feet above the ground, there is a square piece of wood that can be pulled out.

【"Is there really a hidden grid?"

"It's all right, what kind of basement?"

"Nimma, isn't this the secret base of some perverted killer?"

"Your imagination is quite rich."

"What's inside?"]

Chen Jing's accidental experience aroused the curiosity of the audience.

Obviously this is not a script, so everything seems very interesting, no one does not yearn for exploration and treasure hunting, and find a wooden house in a place that is inaccessible and isolated from the world.

There are basements and even hidden compartments in the wooden house, such things are rare.

At first, both Chen Jing himself and the audience felt that this was just an ordinary encounter.

But right now, it seems that the development of things has exceeded many people's expectations.

The flashlight shone into the dark compartment, and there was only a small notebook inside.

Chen Jing took it out, dusted off the wood ash on it, and flipped through it casually. On the first few pages, there were many Russian words written crookedly, which he didn't recognize.

"This is the handwriting of a pen, and it looks like it has been around for a long time. It is definitely not left in recent years."

"This book is not bad. The cover looks like real animal leather, and the paper is also thick and tough. It hasn't been damp at all."

"Although I don't know Russian, the technology is very advanced now. Wait a moment, everyone. I'll see if I can translate the content by taking pictures and converting text."

"There is no doubt that this is a note left by someone. No matter what is recorded on it, I think it is very interesting. It feels like talking to the owner of the notebook in the air."

"But maybe, this is a simple data book, used to record weather, harvest, storage list and other boring content..."

"Anyway, please wait a moment!"

In the darkness, only the sound of the shutter kept ringing, clicking, clicking, clicking more than 40 times.

This also means that there are more than 40 pages of content in the small book.

To extract the text first, and then translate it into Simplified Chinese, the workload involved is neither too big nor too small.

While waiting for the conversion to complete, Chen Jing continued to observe the basement, but unfortunately he found nothing other than this hidden compartment.

"Go up first. It's too depressing inside, like a tomb, but the temperature is indeed higher than outside. It should be very comfortable to stay in winter."

Chen Jing took the notebook, walked up the wooden ladder, and finally got out of the basement.

After re-covering the wooden board, he didn't leave in a hurry, and simply sat down next to the workbench, waiting for the translation to be completed.

After about 10 minutes of touching, the mobile phone program prompts that the translation work has been completed.

Chen Jing waved his hand, and the camera gimbal floated above his head, taking pictures of the phone screen, and he began to read at the same time.

"I spent the first ten days in Siberia in anxiety and confusion."

"Fortunately, my shotgun and machete gave me confidence."

"Over the past 20 years, I have been to the Turan Plain, the banks of the Volga River, the Kazan Valley, Hasa and the Holy Land, and the Far East."

"It's not that different from those places, all the animals are afraid of humans, the "old man" in my hands, it's much more comfortable than staying at home, I have more than enough meat, whether it's flying squirrels, gray squirrels , tits, owls, or reindeer, goats..."

"I can eat whatever I want, barbecue with spirits, and it doesn't cost me a penny. No one asks me for money."

"Hey, the unlucky guy finally lived a happy life!"

"Everything is a gift from Jesus my Lord, oh, no... no, I'm not a stupid Orthodox Christian, unless God let me find Nicholas' treasure."

"It's not his treasure either. I—Ilya Norwich Ulrich, as a prominent blood descendant of the three nobles, should have the right to inherit those treasures."

"2007, 10.13 Essay!"

Eloquent, hundreds of words of content directly occupied the first three pages of the notebook.

An intriguing look appeared on Chen Jing's face.

"It was really hit by what you said, it's related to the treasure..."

"The contents of these three pages were actually written for the first time nine years ago?"

"At that time, maybe there was no such wooden house."

After all, this place is deep in the Central Siberian Plateau, close to the northern coniferous subfrigid zone, but the above essay mentioned that this guy named Ilya Novich Ulrich had just entered Siberia.

"A descendant of a declining nobleman, or a hypochondriac? How credible do you think these contents are?"

Chen Jing is an adventurer and an expert in survival, but he knows little about treasure legends, and his knowledge of the history of Tsarist Russia is even more limited to textbooks.

Some people are naturally fond of bragging and daydreaming. It is not impossible to scribble on a notebook with a pen to pass the time when they are bored.

However, at this moment, several barrages caught his attention.

The custom-made barrage banner belongs to the emperor's nobles. It was sent by Gu Jingmo, and Chen Jing rebroadcasted it. She has nothing to do, so she will naturally pay attention. Apart from studying, she may also be interested in survival in the wilderness!
【Jingmo's Treasure Chest: "The things above are true, but it's not clear whether others are true."

"In the early 20s, the rule of the last tsar was overthrown, and hundreds of tons of gold and treasures he expropriated were gone."

"Some say the treasure is buried in the Volga valley, others in the Turan Valley and the Kazan region."

"The more official statement at the time was that the carriage carrying the treasure broke through the ice and sank in Lake Baikal, and the gold and treasures fell to the bottom of the lake."

"But it was later confirmed that the treasures were secretly transferred long before the convoy sank. In order to avoid the army's pursuit, they were transported from the Siberian Plateau to the Far East in batches."

"And the three surnames of the Tsarist Russian nobles were Nicholas, Ulrich and Romanov."

"If this person is really a descendant of a nobleman, he might know some inside information. My suggestion is that you can continue reading!"]

Gu Jingmo's words caused an uproar in the live broadcast room.

Even Chen Jing couldn't help nodding his head repeatedly, sighing, professional things should be left to professional people.

"Then keep reading. Although I am not particularly interested in treasures, this does not prevent us from listening to Ilya Novich's adventure story, right?"

"I don't know if the owner of this notebook is still alive. There are so many contents behind it. I think his experience must be very interesting!"

(End of this chapter)