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Chapter 43

Gray cornice, old brick wall.

After leaving the house, I weighed three kilograms and went up to the moon.

This is Wacun, a backward mountain village that retains ancient architectural style.

At the entrance of the village, there are several rows of two-story apartment-type buildings built in the early years with the characteristics of the times. They have become the face of the village and are where village cadres work and children study.

Along the way, the sides of the car that had been wiped clean were covered with a thick layer of mud.

Wacun is a village in the deepest part of Mangshan Mountain. When we came here from the town, we passed countless mountains along the way.

The terraced fields that are about to be harvested are located at the bottom of the mountain slopes and valleys, looking like handicraft villages, with huge wind turbines on the top of the mountain.

At the beginning, the students were amazed by these "novel things" that could not be seen in the city, and said that this trip was worthwhile.

Unfortunately, aesthetics can get tired.

Although the mountain scenery is wonderful, when you find that you can't see it all, after passing this mountain and then that mountain, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be like white water and tasteless.

"Help, I'm exhausted..."

"This place looks so shabby and old. Is there anyone living there?"

"You should be lucky, at least you can still see the telephone poles here!"

The freshmen got out of the car one by one, complaining incessantly. Their faces were sallow, like bitter gourds.

Zhang Shusheng went to pay the fare and made an appointment with several drivers to pick him up at noon tomorrow.

Just as he was sending several drivers away, he saw Cheng An walking over and couldn't help but smile: "How was it? Did you have a pleasant chat with them along the way?"

"It's not bad. I talked about some history with them." Cheng An replied casually.

Zhang Shusheng took out a glass of water and took a sip. He chuckled and said, "Is there a girl you like? Forget it, Judy. Ordinary people can't reach her. You can work hard for the girl named Yan Xiaoxi. She doesn't have a boyfriend yet."

"Forehead……"

Cheng An has a weird expression and likes to introduce partners to single young people. Is this a common problem among the elderly?

"Professor, we are here for archeology, not a blind date, right?" Cheng An said helplessly.

Zhang Shusheng couldn't help but laugh and said: "Haha, of course not, I'm just asking in passing, by the way. But you don't like any of them?"

"How can it be possible? I've all set my sights on you, but I can't even get up to it."

Cheng An made a fuss and passed by, looking through the crowd and stopping next to the Hummer parked there.

Yan Xiaoxi and Judy were opening the trunk and choosing suitable outfits.

Two security guards stood by and were meticulous.

On the way here just now, Judy wanted to cause trouble for Cheng An. She tried to provoke him several times, but was blocked by Cheng An, and her anger subsided a lot.

In addition, Cheng An's introduction along the way was mostly for her, which greatly changed Judy's view of him.

Knowledge may not be power, but it can certainly win respect.

Cheng An didn't pay much attention to the two tall bodyguards. He had already tested them on the road and they were two ordinary people.

On the other hand, it was Yan Xiaoxi, and he couldn't see her depth.

She didn't show anything unusual along the way. She was just like an ordinary tourist, sightseeing silently along the way.

Therefore, Cheng An was not sure for a while whether she was also an extraordinary person.

But even if it's not the case now, Cheng An believes that with this woman's character and connections, as long as she doesn't die, her future achievements will not be simple.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a girl screamed from the freshmen group.

Cheng An and Zhang Shusheng hurried over to see what was going on, but the girl pointed to a large blood stain on her leg and a large black patch on her palm, broke down and cried: "Teacher, there are such big mosquitoes!"

Zhang Shusheng was not surprised and comforted him: "It's okay. It doesn't matter if the mosquitoes here bite you. Apply some Fengyou essence and tidy up a little. In the afternoon, we will go to the top of the mountain and visit the local Shanggong Temple first. After we come back, we will go to the kilns."

Come here to see their pottery art.”

"Good teacher."

One good thing about the students is that they are very obedient and do whatever they are told.

Cheng An secretly rolled his eyes.

Don’t the mosquitoes in the mountains have any poisonous gas? Thank you for being able to deceive them.

He watched the freshmen hurriedly packing their bags. He glanced around and found that their packages basically contained hats, umbrellas, and at most a multi-functional cane.

"Teacher, why don't you bring a few sophomores and juniors with you? These are all inexperienced people." Cheng An said somewhat unbearably.

Zhang Shusheng chuckled: "You were fooled in your freshman year, will you be fooled again in the future?"

"Then why don't you remind them?"

With the equipment of this group of children, they can only go up the mountain smiling and come down crying.

Zhang Shusheng disagreed: "We've all come here like this. How can we gain experience without some hardship? Besides, surveying and drawing are all compulsory courses for them."

"However, what you teach is religious archeology...Field surveying and mapping is the content of field archeology and has nothing to do with your religious archeology." Cheng An retorted.

Moreover, in this day and age, there are some so-called "experiences that must be gained through hardship". In fact, it is just as useful to record them directly in summary form and teach them.

Although Professor Zhang is knowledgeable, he is still quite old-fashioned in some aspects.

In the end, Cheng An saw that these little ducks who had never experienced the wind and rain were really pitiful, so he kindly walked to the crowd and shared two portable mosquito coil trays.

"When you go up the mountain, light it up and hang it on your bag to drive away mosquitoes." Cheng An explained.

"Ah, thank you, senior!"

"The senior is so nice, handsome and considerate, can I just say V?"

"Senior, does he have a girlfriend?"

The junior students were very grateful, and some girls boldly showed their kindness.

"Haha, no need, I'll leave you to the juniors. The seniors are single. If I have the opportunity, I can introduce single seniors to the seniors." Cheng An shied away with a smile.

He was friendly and generous, and soon won the friendship of all of them.

During the conversation, Cheng An wrote down the names of those who stood out among the freshmen.

For example, the beautiful girl named Fang Yingying is the beauty of their class; the boy with more leadership temperament is named Wu Junqi and is the monitor of their class. And so on.

Not far away, a certain beautiful woman rolled her eyes, probably because she was a little unhappy that Cheng An didn't flatter her, but instead teased the elementary school girl here and mingled with others.

Not long after, two middle-aged men walked out of the row of buildings that combined "school, village committee, and auditorium" and walked up to them quickly.

"Teacher Zhang! Oops, I just had a meeting and I was neglectful. I'm so sorry!"

The middle-aged man, who was less than fifty years old but already had most of his head bald, said: "I will be the host tonight and treat everyone to dinner."

Zhang Shusheng greeted him with a smile: "Director Xu, you don't have to be too polite. You really don't have to worry about eating. I have a mission to bring the students here. I need to understand and study the local traditional culture and customs. I still bother you by talking about it.

"

Director Xu's face suddenly burst into laughter: "What are you talking about? I have to thank you and the students for giving free publicity to our village."

This person is the village director of Wacun, and he is accompanied by Yu Tong, the accountant of their village, who is also the principal of this mountain village primary school.

The two chatted for a while and agreed that Yu Tong would lead them to visit the kiln factory.

As for visiting the Shanggong Temple on the mountain, according to local customs, locals are not allowed to go unless they are doing some errands at home. Outsiders do not have this restriction.

Fortunately, most of the mountains in the south are not high, and the road to the Shanggong Temple can be seen clearly at a glance, so it is not a big problem.

In the midst of greetings, the school bell rang.

Suddenly, many children poured out of the school, about twenty or so, of different ages. While looking at their brothers and sisters in the square with curious eyes, they ran back to their homes for lunch.

Most of the young people in the village work outside, leaving only the elderly and children.

Among them was a teenage girl, carrying a black cloth bag and wearing a dirty, ill-fitting fashionable dress donated by a caring society, walking lonely at the back.

Suddenly, as she walked in front of the crowd, she stopped and counted the college students one by one with her fingers.

Then, the dirty little girl tilted her head, smiled, pointed at them and shouted:

"One dead person, two dead people...hehe..."

"Five dead people, six dead people...hehe..."

"They are all dead! They are all dead! Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Her eyes were wide open, her teeth were exposed, and her face was filled with an exaggerated and horrifying expression, which looked extra scary on this cloudy day.

How have the freshmen of Haicheng University ever seen such a scene growing up?

Several girls were so frightened that they almost cried.

Director Xu and the accountant were also taken aback, and Yu Tong shouted loudly: "Sun Baohui! Are you crazy again? Go away and go home! Otherwise, your family's subsidy will not be paid to you next month!"

"oh."

After hearing this, the little girl really stopped going crazy. She giggled and glanced at the people here from the corner of her eyes, while walking towards the village.

Yu Tong explained: "I'm sorry, everyone, this girl's parents died working outside a few years ago, and her brain is not very normal. She relies on her blind grandma to support her. Don't take it to heart."

"Oh, understand, understand."

Having said this, Zhang Shusheng, Cheng An and others expressed deep sympathy.

A girl named Cao Shan almost shed tears after hearing this.

She took out two pieces of cake, walked up to the little girl, and rubbed her dirty hair: "Little sister, I will treat you to a cake. I will take you home later to visit your grandma, okay?"

The little girl looked at her blankly, and then at the cake.

"Hehehe, thank you, sister."

The little girl laughed so hard that she burst into laughter.

Cao Shan looked embarrassed and felt a little disgusted, but out of dignity, she was too embarrassed to take her hand back immediately.

Just wash it off later. Cao Shanggang thought so.

The next moment, the little girl opened her mouth and bit her wrist hard.


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