Chapter 6 Check in to the archaeological team camp
The special case team was assigned to the prefabricated house on the second floor. Lu Wuchuan and Yan Yishuai lived in the front room on the second floor, Duan Mo was next door, and the remaining three people lived below them.
Not only the camp bed, but also the quilts, pillows, and sheets were all military-grade. Qi Xiangzhou very considerately sent a girl over to help Duan Mo.
The girl's name is Fang Nuo. She is not tall, maybe barely 1.6 meters tall. She has a round face, round eyes, a ponytail, and a pair of blue metal-framed round glasses. I don't know if it's because she often works in the field or because she is born.
The reason is that the skin color is slightly darker.
After the two got to know each other, Fang Nuo helped make the bed and asked, "Are you really a criminal policeman?"
Duanmo squatted on the ground to tuck the bed sheets. Hearing this, he tilted his head and asked, "It doesn't look like it?"
Fang Nuo shook his head honestly: "You have subverted my understanding of criminal police."
Duanmo chuckled and said, "I'm really sorry."
"You are younger than me, and you can obviously rely on your reputation to make a living, but you still become a detective... It's amazing!"
"I admire you quite a bit. A girl actually chooses to pursue a career in archeology."
Fang Nuo waved his hand: "It's hard to explain in one sentence! It's all my fault. He told me all kinds of historical stories since I was a child, which planted a seed deeply in my young heart. I often fantasize about uncovering an unknown piece of history with my own hands.
, that would be such a wonderful thing, and that’s how I became who I am today.”
"Your grandfather is an archaeologist?"
"No, he is a storyteller."
This girl is so funny. She pursed her lips and forced herself not to laugh out loud.
Fang Nuo continued nonchalantly: "When I first entered college, I felt that I was really awesome. It wasn't until I went to the construction site for the first time that I realized what it means to live a rich and colorful life that is worse than death. In July and August
The sun was so scorching that the trees were wilting. We dug holes, scraped soil, drew pictures, and recorded over and over again under the strong sun. We repeated this process for several months. Do you know what we finally harvested?"
Duanmo shook his head, who knows what he dug up.
"Six thousand four hundred and thirty-seven broken pottery shards!"
"So specific?"
"We counted them piece by piece, can we be more specific?" Fang Nuo pushed up his round glasses, "That's how archeology is. You may not encounter a large-scale site in your lifetime, or you may spend several months digging it.
It’s a modern garbage pit. No matter what, when something appears in your exploration area and you clean it out bit by bit, the process is still very happy.”
"This shows that you still love this profession." Duan Mo smiled and asked, "I heard from Professor Qi that there is a female classmate in your team?"
"You said Mengyao, she's not feeling well and she's lying down."
"Sick?"
"No," Fang Nuo shook his head, "She has been like this these past few days, she must be in a bad mood."
"Is it because... Zhou Zheng?" Duan Mo asked.
Fang Nuo said: "Probably."
Duan Mo was about to continue asking when a knock on the door came. She turned around and saw Lu Wuchuan standing in front of the half-open door and said to her: "Go get something from the car."
They all brought only their carry-on bags and the travel bags containing toiletries were left in the car.
Fang Nuo looked at Lu Wuchuan and was stunned for two seconds before taking the quilt from Duanmo's hand: "Go quickly, I'll help you with the rest."
Bao Sheng was also there to get things, and the remaining three people all said they would stay and clean up the house. In fact, in addition to the camp bed, there was only a set of folding tables and chairs in the house. At most, they just made the bed and wiped dust. To put it bluntly, it was a crime.
Too lazy to go out.
From the archaeological team's camp to the entrance of the village, one has to traverse almost the entire backing village. Walking along the dirt road, what you see are almost all houses made of stone or adobe.
Even if there are no small buildings in rural areas nowadays, at least they are brick houses. This kind of village is rare in mountain villages, not to mention that there are even those with thatched roofs, which shows how backward this village is.
I met several villagers on the road, and they all looked at the three of them with inquiring eyes. After walking past, they would whisper to each other, as if they were discussing their identities.
When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Duan Mo took out his mountaineering bag from the black off-road vehicle and carried it on his back. Lu Wuchuan still carried the travel bag he had used on his previous business trip, and took out a cylindrical silk bag from the trunk and stuffed it into Duan Mo's arms.
"What is this?" Duanmo asked.
"Sleeping bag, it's cold in the mountains. This is washed. You use it at night and cover yourself with a quilt." After Lu Wuchuan finished speaking, he added: "Use it if you want, don't talk nonsense!"
Duanmo pursed his lips: "Liant Lu, I didn't say anything." Why did it become nonsense?
When he heard her calling him "Team Army", Lu Wuchuan felt unhappy and slammed the trunk door hard.
Duan Mo didn't know where he offended him, so he blinked his eyes innocently.
Lu Wuchuan went over to help Bao Sheng get his things. Bao Sheng said, "I can do it myself." He slung all the big and small bags on his back, one on the left and one on the right, and walked towards the village with big steps.
He was already big and round, and with the addition of a few bags, he grew even bigger, almost occupying the entire road. Lu Wuchuan and Duan Mo could only follow behind.
Returning to the room on the second floor of the archaeological team's camp, Fang Nuo didn't know when he left. Duanmo put down his backpack, opened his sleeping bag and spread it on the bed to dry. He also packed his bag and put all the important things in it.
At this moment, someone outside shouted: "It's time to eat!"
There were footsteps on the stairs, and then Fang Nuo knocked on the door outside: "Officer Duan, it's time to eat!"
Duan Mo opened the door and went out, saying, "Just call me by my name."
Fang Nuo nodded: "Well, I also think it's a bit weird to call a police officer to a little sister."
Duanmo's head is full of black lines, and she is obviously less than two years old, so how can she become the little sister?
As soon as you go out of the two-story board house, you can see the downstairs. At this time, there are already people walking around.
Fang Nuo took Duanmo downstairs and walked towards the adobe house. The archaeological team's "canteen" was in the largest room of the adobe house. There was no door in the room, and at a glance, the smaller temporary room next to it could be seen.
There was a large pot on the stove, and various seasonings were placed on the old wooden table next to it. There was a large plastic bucket filled with water on the ground near the door. Luo Erdan was busy in front of the stove.
There are several small folding tables in the cafeteria, four of which are set with four dishes and one soup, and one with a large bowl of rice, a stack of stainless steel bowls and a chopstick cage filled with chopsticks.
People gradually gathered in the canteen, served their own meals, and sat down wherever they wanted.
Duanmo looked around and saw no other girls except her and Fang Nuo. He asked in a low voice: "Why didn't your classmate come? Are you still feeling well?"
Fang Nuo leaned into Duanmo's ear and said, "She's been like this lately. She always lies down and doesn't come when she's eating. Let me take it back to her."