"When I mentioned a few people, I really didn't mean it. I just said it casually. You don't need to take it so seriously, right? It's my fault. I apologize to you..."
Zhuang Rui originally wanted to come and see this field archaeological excavation, but he didn't expect this little girl to be so difficult to deal with, so he backed down. If we can't afford to offend her, we can afford to hide.
"Apologise? Apology must be sincere..."
The girl named Swing moved her big eyes in a circle, and then fixed her eyes on the big watermelon in Er Mao's arms.
"Swing, don't do this. The teacher will criticize us if he finds out."
However, the young man named Ying Ning next to him couldn't stand it and said to Zhuang Rui: "It's okay, you can go. It is true that no one is allowed to enter here."
"How come you are just a bunch of idlers? The land you dug belongs to Uncle Er's family, so you are just a bunch of idlers."
Er Mao was a little unconvinced. This area used to be a vegetable field, but now it has been cleaned up. Although the archaeological team compensated Uncle Er Mao's family for their losses, this land does belong to their family.
"Okay, Ermao, stop talking and call your sister-in-law over. Let's eat watermelon together. It's so big that everyone can have a share."
Zhuang Rui was afraid that if Er Mao continued to talk, the two sides would quarrel again, so he quickly stopped Er Mao and took the watermelon from his arms. This watermelon also weighed more than ten kilograms. It would be no problem for everyone present to share a piece.
When Er Mao saw Zhuang Rui's persistence, he said nothing. Zhuang Rui was a classmate of Brother Chang-hair and a city dweller, so he still respected him very much.
"Hehe, it's okay if it's like this earlier. I'll ask grandpa to eat watermelon."
When the girl saw Zhuang Rui surrendering, she smiled proudly and walked towards the bottom of the pit. However, she turned back and said after not taking two steps: "You gave us the watermelon yourself, we didn't ask you for it.
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"Yes, yes, I gave it to you myself, okay?"
Zhuang Rui was dumbfounded by this girl, but he was not angry either. Although the girl was a little unreasonable, she was not annoying.
"Everyone, let's take a rest, work for a while, and then continue working at night."
A voice rang out in the pit, and immediately the older girls and younger wives ran up from the bottom of the pit in a swarm, surrounding Zhuang Rui and Er Mao. Some of the younger wives who were familiar with Er Mao even pinched his cheeks.
Just kidding.
Zhuang Rui was also frightened by this battle. He quickly used the watermelon knife in his hand to divide the watermelon into more than a dozen parts and handed them out piece by piece.
Several people took the watermelon and all said thank you to Zhuang Rui. After Zhuang Rui briefly chatted with them, he found out that these people were staff of the local cultural relics department.
"Thank you, young man."
After handing out the last piece of watermelon, Zhuang Rui discovered that there was an old man standing in front of him. He must be quite old. His beard and hair were all white, but he was in good spirits. Standing under the bright sun, there was not much sweat on his face.
Zhuang Rui waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'm just being generous to others. Haha, these are the watermelons grown at my classmate's house. Don't worry, old man. If it's not enough, I'll send two more later."
"That's not suitable, let's just buy it."
The old man looked at the big pit below, thought for a while and said: "I guess I will stay here for half a month. Let's ask my classmates to send two watermelons over every day. One watermelon costs 20 yuan. Do you think that's okay?"
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"No, it doesn't need to be that expensive. Five or six yuan is enough."
Before Zhuang Rui could say anything, Ermao took over. This made Zhuang Rui look at this half-grown child with admiration. Just now he acted like a money-crazy kid, but now he actually asked for less money.
"Then it's ten yuan a piece, Ermao. You send two watermelons here every day. I'll tell your long-haired brother later."
"Um!"
Er Mao nodded heavily. His previous resentment had long since disappeared. This watermelon was not valuable in the countryside. It didn't matter who passed by the melon field on weekdays and picked two to eat. As long as the melon vines were not damaged.
"Grandpa, eat the watermelon quickly."
While Zhuang Rui was talking to the old man, the girl had finished eating her watermelon and was licking her lips with some unfinished content.
"Here, you can eat it, little greedy cat." The old man smiled tolerantly and handed the watermelon to the girl.
"Teacher, you can eat it yourself. I haven't eaten my piece yet." The student named Ying Ning quickly pulled the old man's granddaughter away and gave the girl his piece of watermelon.
"Young man, my granddaughter's parents are abroad, and I usually don't have time to discipline her. It makes you laugh." The old man actually heard a few people's conversation just now, and knew that his granddaughter was being unreasonable.
"You're exaggerating, old man. It's okay. I'm just interested in archeology. I heard that there is an archaeological team here at the excavation site. I wanted to come over and have a look, but I just said the wrong thing."
Zhuang Rui was still a little curious about the identity of the old man in front of him. Seeing the attitude of the local cultural relics department staff towards the old man, Zhuang Rui knew that this old man should be in charge of the archaeological excavation work here. However, such a serious matter could not be done.
It would be too childish to bring a granddaughter and a student at the same time.
"Haha, young man, if you can say the word official thief, you must be very concerned about archeology or cultural relics, right?"
The old man has no taboo against the word "official robber". His idea is quite different from others. Digging a grave means robbing a grave. Even if it is dug in the name of the country, the word "robbery" cannot be escaped. It is just a tomb dug by the country.
Most of the cultural relics in the collection are used for exhibitions or to study the social conditions of the time, rather than purely for personal gain like private theft.
"Old man, I just like collecting in my spare time. I don't know much about archeology. I'm thinking of studying for a graduate degree in archeology to recharge my batteries."
Although Zhuang Rui had gained some knowledge about archeology during this period, he naturally did not dare to show off in front of the old man in front of him.
"Oh? Nowadays, there are not many people applying for the archeology major. This job is quite boring, and you often wander around the fields. Sometimes you can't go home all year round. Why do you have such an idea, young man?"
After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, the old man was stunned for a moment, obviously a little surprised by Zhuang Rui's answer.
"Haha, old man, as I just said, I just want to systematically learn about the customs and culture of China's past dynasties from the archeology major. This is also very beneficial to the collection. It does not mean that I will engage in archeology-related work in the future."
Zhuang Rui did not hide his thoughts. With his wealth, there was no need to engage in this work. The white lion would probably like it if he stayed in the wild every day, but Zhuang Rui would definitely not be able to stand it.
"Which university did you major in archeology?" the old man asked casually.
"Beijing University, I heard that the faculty there is the strongest..."
The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said: "Beijing University is not easy to take the exam. Although the archeology major is very unpopular, the director of the department, Old Meng, is a stubborn old man."
"Haha, I did pretty well in chemistry in college, and I have a little knowledge of Chinese history and ancient Chinese. I believe it's not a big problem. Do you know Professor Meng from Peking University?"
Zhuang Rui said confidently that when he graduated from college, Zhuang's mother originally asked him to continue studying for graduate school. However, considering the situation at home, Zhuang Rui still went out to work. It has only been two years since graduation, and many things have not been lost.
, just review it again.
"Of course I do. I have known him all my life. That old man, tsk tsk, is very difficult to deal with. So, young man, I will test you with a few questions. If you can answer them, I will go and intercede with that old man Meng...
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Zhuang Rui didn't notice that when the old man was speaking, his eyes that had seen through the world inadvertently showed a hint of childlike innocence.
"Old man, it's not necessary to intercede, but I really don't have any experience in interviews for postgraduate entrance examinations. If you have any questions, just ask them. I'll practice them in advance."
Zhuang Rui said with a smile, Uncle De had already greeted Professor Meng. He and the old man in front of him were strangers, so how could he have the nerve to bother him? Besides, according to what the old man meant, Professor Meng was a good person.
It's a bit weird. If there are multiple people interceding, it might be counterproductive.
"Okay, then let me ask you, do you know whose tomb we are excavating now belongs to?"
The old man's question made Zhuang Rui frown. There are really too many big tombs in Shaanxi. Not to mention anything else, from the Qin and Han Dynasties to the fall of the Tang Dynasty, Shaanxi existed as the capital of the country. This man was an elegant scholar and an emperor.
There are countless generals and generals, but the old man’s question is really difficult to answer.
Zhuang Rui looked at the bottom of the pit, and the spiritual energy overflowed, but no clues were found in the soil. There were only some broken ceramic vessels. The spiritual energy inside was very weak, and Zhuang Rui couldn't tell what age they were.
When he recovered the spiritual energy, Zhuang Rui saw the armed police on duty, and his heart moved. The national cultural relics department took the lead, with full assistance from the local government, and the armed police protected the site. This mausoleum must be not simple, it should be an emperor's tomb.
It's just that the scope of this emperor's tomb is a bit too large. From the Qin Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, there were dozens of emperors. Who knows which one it is?
"The Eighteen Tombs of Guanzhong!"
The term suddenly popped up in Zhuang Rui's mind. He remembered a document he had read not long ago, which was about the tombs of the eighteen emperors of the Tang Dynasty. It seemed that among them were Tang Ruizong Qiaoling, Tang Xuanzong Tailing, Tang Xian
The tombs of several emperors, including Zong Jingling and Tang Wenzong Guangling, are located in this small county.
The document said that these tombs were built against the mountains, which are similar to the location where I am now. However, the document said that the bridge mausoleum is majestic and the stone carvings are exceptionally exquisite. It is the most among the eighteen tombs in Guanzhong.
It probably isn't it anymore. As for which of the remaining emperor's tombs it is, Zhuang Rui can no longer guess.
