The excavated earth was flung out by the shovel, landing in a nearby puddle and sending up a spray of water.,Outside, it was a chaotic scene with turmoil and unfamiliar dynasties. At night, some wandering swordsmen would come and go, always at risk of losing their heads. To survive and have a full meal, he sought refuge with his uncle in the city, living a life envied by villagers. He started digging graves to bury corpses from that time on, continuing for three years.,After spitting, Chen Luo looked at the pottery pot in his hand, his face full of doubt.。