"Look here, he is wearing a dragon robe, a jade belt around his waist, an amber crown on his head, and a string of amber beads hanging around his neck..."
A group of editors from the editor-in-chief's office gathered around the desk of editor-in-chief Jiang Hai.
Jiang Shan frowned and narrowed his eyes at the mummy in the photo...the string of beads around his neck.
"Look here again," one hand pointed to a photo on the table: "The tomb robbers saw this and were so frightened that they ran out to find the police."
In the middle of the press conference for Oriental Metropolis Daily, a gay man carrying a canvas bag barged in.
Before my butt could sit firmly, I stood up anxiously.
I have to show everyone the results of this business trip.
Zeng Yi, only thirty years old, has accomplished nothing.
All that's left is housing.
He is a new reporter hired by Editor-in-Chief Jiang to expand the newspaper.
The young man's legs and feet are diligent and his brain can keep up.
Currently working as a foreign reporter for a newspaper, his main job is to be a news gatherer wherever there is injustice.
At this moment, Zeng Yi pointed to a photo of information provided by the archaeological team.
The photo is the first scene after the coffin lid is opened.
A mummy wearing a dragon robe, lying in a twisted and weird posture.
"According to the comrades of the archaeological team, as long as the tomb owner is seen in this posture, even if he is not wearing a dragon robe, he can be concluded that he is a member of the royal family."
"Thank you," Zeng Yi took the cup of hot water from Cai Wensheng: "It's a pity that I came late and didn't see it, but the tomb robbers saw it and they were so frightened that they rolled and ran away."
Nowadays, all the antiques you can see in the Mainland are genuine.
No one has faked it yet, because it really can’t be sold.
There are even fewer tomb robbers, even those with thief intentions are only after the gold.
It's hard to even take a look at jade, let alone jars.
During the blackout period, there is no market for antiques.
The tomb robbing business also declined.
Everything is being re-incubated.
"Hey," Rong Bin looked at the photo with disgust: "Why is this posture so awkward?"
Jiang Hai pulled the photo on the table: "With so much gold and wearing a dragon robe, whose grave did you dig this time?"
Ning Hua, the final editor, took a photo in hand: "It's so beautiful. These are all for ladies, right?"
"This one is a phoenix crown, and that one is a phoenix hairpin," reporter Zeng introduced: "The tomb discovered in Nancheng County does not have a single hole for robbers. Treasures can be found right after opening..."
At the end of 1979, several villagers in Nancheng County, Jiangxi Province met to visit graves in the middle of the night.
After working together to open the coffin lid, they were frightened by the owner's difficult movements.
He randomly grabbed a handful of hard goods and ran away.
After running away, I went straight to the police station.
They unanimously decided that this important discovery must be reported to the government.
Soon, the JX Provincial Cultural Relics and Archaeological Team began excavation work on the ancient tomb.
They found that the three coffins of a king, two concubines in the tomb were very well preserved.
Except for the coffin lid which was split open by the villagers, nothing else was moved.
The funerary objects in the coffin are more beautiful than the others.
From the dragon robe to the crown, everything is more arrogant than the other.
Hundreds of gold and jade artifacts dazzled the eyes of the archaeological team.
It was not until 1980 that this matter was announced in the newspapers: the best-preserved tomb of Ming Dynasty vassal Zhu Yijiao had been discovered so far.
"Let me show you the most amazing treasure of the archaeological team experts," Zeng Yi's tired eyes were full of excitement: "It is said that this discovery has never appeared in the royal tombs of the Ming Dynasty before."
He picked out a photo from the pile on the table.
It attracted everyone's attention instantly.
"This is..." Cai Wensheng opened his eyes hard: "The baby you are talking about?"
Zeng Yi nodded: "I couldn't understand it at the time."
Not only him, but everyone present expressed that they could not understand.
How could an ordinary piece of yellow paper become a treasure?
"The comrades of the archaeological team explained to me this way. This piece of tissue paper that has turned yellow was originally placed in a brocade bag." Reporter Zeng said:
"It is a personal belonging of the Yuan concubine Li in the tomb. This piece of paper, which is more than half a meter long and wide, is called: Lu Yin.
Submit Li’s name, date of birth.”
"I didn't write anything important," Rong Bin asked curiously, "Why does this concubine have to keep it close to her body?"
"I also thought it was strange at the time, but the expert just laughed and refused to elaborate."
"He didn't dare to tell you," Jiang Shan said now: "In the final analysis, this thing is superstitious."
Rong Bin turned to look at Jiang Shan: "Do you know what this is for?"
Jiang Shan: "This thing is called Luyin."
Editors-in-chief: “We already knew that.”
"Then let me tell you something you don't know," Jiang Shan didn't believe it: "During the Ming Dynasty, there was a rule: All comrades who want to travel far must go to the Yamen to apply for a pass. This pass is called a road guide."
Jiang Hai was quick to answer: "This is our letter of introduction."
Jiang Shan nodded: "There was also a legend in that era that as long as you were buried with a road guide, you could ensure that the road to Huangquan would be smooth and there would be no robbers."
"Oh, I understand," Rong Bin then thought: "No, why is this letter of introduction only for the concubine, but the king's?"
"Where is your Majesty's?" Jiang Shan picked up a photo on the table: "Do you know what this is called?"
"What is this?" Cai Wensheng looked at the photo and felt that it looked a bit precious.
In the photo, there are seven circular holes carved on the surface of the coffin board, connected by gold and silver threads, in the shape of the Big Dipper.
Jiang Shan pointed to Qixing: "Everyone must know this graphic, right?"
"Big Dipper Array."
Editors who are familiar with "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" are accustomed to using this title.
Jiang Hai: "What is the relationship between the Big Dipper and Lu Yin?"
Zeng Yi: "Yes, what is the relationship between the two?"
"Look at this sleeping figure wearing a dragon robe again," Jiang Shan put the two photos together:
"He actually twists like the Big Dipper, which is not something ordinary people can twist if they want.
If you don’t enter the royal gate, don’t even think about putting on this look.”
Jiang Hai suddenly asked: "Why are you all having sex with Beiduxing?"
"The Big Dipper Lord has another ghost official who places the Big Dipper in the coffin. It is the living praying to the Star Lord to guide the deceased to return to paradise and have a peaceful journey. These are recorded in historical materials."
Cai Wensheng: "Is there any more of this in historical data?"
"Not only does it exist, but the writing is more mysterious than what I said. In fact, this custom was also common among ancient people," Jiang Shan said: "Have you ever heard the older generation say this: Leave yourself some support.
money?"
"I've heard of it."
"It's just a precaution."
"In the new society, we really need to take precautions," Jiang Shan smiled: "But that wasn't the case in the past, that's what it meant."
Everyone looked at where Jiang Shanluo pointed: "Is it the Big Dipper again?"
"Only royal family members can put the gold and silver threads of the Big Dipper on the coffin board. Ordinary families usually use copper coins to arrange them in the shape of seven stars. This kind of money placed under the body of the deceased is called back money. It is meant to indicate that the next generation will be rich.
The lottery."
"oh!"
"So that's what it means."
"It sounds pretty fun."
"Just listen to it, everyone," Jiang Shan reminded: "Don't say anything outside this room!"
Cai Wensheng: "You still need to remind me."
"I'll let you know early tomorrow morning," Rong Bin liked to play with Jiang Shan the most: "Unless you give me a few more concert tickets."
Jiang Hai: "Hasn't everyone already been issued three tickets?"
"How can three pictures be enough? My partner's sister also wants to see it."
"We can't control your partner's sister," Editor-in-Chief Jiang said, even though the partner hasn't even started yet.
"I didn't ask you for it,"
After saying that, Rong Bin and Ning Hua raised their hands towards Jiang Shan: "Chief Jiang, why don't you hand it over quickly?"
Recently, Jiang Shan has been surrounded by a lot of people over the issue of concert tickets.
"Hey, comrade, where are you putting your hands..."
Looking at the rich cultural life in the office, Zeng Yi suddenly didn't want to run out: "Do you usually hold meetings like this?"
"How is that possible?" Cai Wensheng laughed: "Recently it's been all about concerts."
"That's true of me," Zeng Yi withdrew his gaze and returned to the topic: "Editor-in-Chief Jiang, can you give me more space for this interview on the excavation report of the Ming Tomb? I would like to add a few more pictures."
"Can,"
Jiang Hai thinks there is no problem: "This type of interview report is not worthy of photos, so it is really meaningless."
"That's right Jiang Shan," Jiang Hai suddenly had an idea:
"Don't publish Xu Bangda's article "Testing Xu Xi's "Falling Ink" Painting Technique" for now. Tomorrow, I will send an art editor to the Pujiang Museum to take a picture... What kind of painting is it?"
"Yes, take a photo of "Snow Bamboo Picture" and send it back the day after tomorrow with the text and picture."
"The day after tomorrow is Sunday," Rong Bin reminded: "When the time comes, I'll just put it on the weekend edition together with reporter Zeng's tomb of the Ming Dynasty vassal king."
Jiang Hai thought for a while: "Xiao Zeng, do you have time to write?"
Zeng Yi nodded vigorously: "I won't do anything tomorrow, just write articles in the newspaper office."
"That's no problem."
"Chief Editor," Jiang Shan raised his hand and said, "I have a question?"
"explain."
"Do you think you can do this?" Jiang Shan said:
"In order to enrich the people's cultural life and increase the people's historical knowledge, our newspaper simply created a new column called..."National Treasures."
"National treasure?" Jiang Hai shouted: "What a column!"
As far as he knows, there is currently no column of this type on the market.
"National treasure," Zeng Yi thought over and over again: "Chief Jiang is a well-named column name."
"Oops," Cai Wensheng couldn't help laughing: "I was originally worried about trouble and wanted to click on this article, but now I'm fine. Not only did I not stop him, I even made a grand appearance."
"Now our Oriental Metropolis Daily has another good show to watch," Editor-in-Chief Rong also laughed: "I really want to see what Director Xie's reaction will be."
"I don't know what his reaction will be," Jiang Hai said confidently, "but I'm sure of one thing."
Rong Bin: "What?"
"After this article appears in the newspaper, tickets to the Pujiang Museum will definitely be sold out."
This is also Comrade Jiangshan’s current thinking.
He just wants to promote Dunhuang murals, Mawangdui, Terracotta Warriors, Tomb of Marquis Yi of Zeng...these museums.
Starting from the historical significance of cultural relic excavation alone, it is not yet time to start analyzing cultural relics.
No matter what, I have to wait until I have a few handy items before starting the project.
"Yes," Cai Wensheng then remembered:
"A few years ago, the Ministry of Culture didn't ask us to vigorously cooperate with the publicity work of museums in various places!"
In 1973, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage was established, and then launched a vigorous international tour of "Chinese Unearthed Cultural Relics".
Everywhere you go, you are welcomed.
But every time this "cultural relics diplomacy" goes to a city, it has to subsidize a high operating fee of more than 300,000 yuan.
After the reform in 1979, the Cultural Heritage Bureau slapped the table: It would be better not to do this kind of loss-making business.
So they let the rumor go: Whoever sends out invitations in the future will pay first.
In the second half of 1979, in order to develop the museum industry, the state promulgated the "Museum Work Regulations".
It was announced that various museums would organize exhibitions and other methods to raise funds to better collect cultural relics and specimens...
To put it bluntly, this regulation can only be said in one sentence: Everyone should take it seriously!
Therefore, except for the museums with the prefix "国", the museums in other provinces and cities are left to each province and city to worry about.
Since the collections in museums are no better than other objects, the cultural ministries of various provinces and cities will definitely not let go of them.
But they didn't want to spend any money, so they asked newspapers and periodicals in their respective jurisdictions to vigorously publicize it.
In order to activate the market, we can stimulate the activity of funds.
Rong Bin: "If you put it this way, our newspaper office is equivalent to supporting the work of our superiors."
Jiang Shan: "That's necessary."
Jiang Hai: "When did our newspaper fail to support the work of our superiors?"
"It all depends on the market reaction on Sunday,"
At this moment, Jiang Hai took out a photo: "After scar literature became popular, scar art came again, but I'm worried about the effect of this photo being published. Lao Cai, are you sure?"
This fine art photo was recommended by editor Cai for publication.
The big guy stretched his head to take a look.
Zeng Yi: "Why are you so sexy?"
Rong Bin: "Is this a painting?"
Ning Hua: "It will definitely be blurry." After all, the pixels of newspapers and periodicals are here.
Jiang Shan: "...Huh?" Isn't this Luo Zhongli's "Father"!
In 1980, Luo Zhongli followed the advice of experts and replaced the cigarette his "father" held in his ear with a ballpoint pen.
Finally, my "hyper-realistic" painting "Father", based on the creative concepts of farmers in the new era, won the first prize of the "National Youth Art" award.
"I also know it will be confusing," Editor Cai thought about this problem: "But I still want to publish it. After all, this article is about paintings. If there are no pictures..."
"That's fine, it's up to you," Jiang Hai nodded: "When the time comes, let the master tone down this photo."
"Okay, leader."
"Leader," Cai Wensheng reminded: "The novel in our supplement..."
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten it." Jiang Hai opened the drawer and took out a manuscript: "Here is a short story. I have already read it. You should read it too."
Those who have seen it stay still, and those who have not seen it come up together.
""Spirit and Flesh"" Rong Bin was first conquered by the name: "Chief Jiang, this name is more exciting than yours!"
Jiang Shan looked at the manuscript in front of him with his mouth half open: "It's so exciting. It's so exciting."
Suddenly, a wonderful greeting rang in my ears: Do you want a wife?
In early 1980, Zhang Xianliang, who had completed 22 years of labor reform, joined the Shuofang magazine in Ningxia as an editor.
At the beginning of the year, after interviewing a farm technician couple, Zhang Xianliang decided that night to write a novel based on the story of this pair of overseas Chinese who had returned from Brazil.
In just two days and two nights, I completed the short story "Spirit and Flesh".
"Editor Cai," Jiang Shan grabbed Cai Wensheng and asked, "Where did you get this novel?"
