Zhong Yue slowly opened his eyes, looked at the snow-white ceiling, and was stunned for a long time.

The hairy dog ​​on the side saw Zhong Yue open his eyes and stood up with a harsh sound. The chair scratched the floor tiles, causing the nurse in the distance to roll his eyes.

"Thank God, Ayue, you finally woke up!"

"Brother Haigou, where am I?"

"Where? You kid doesn't remember anything? When you go down the well, you told you not to move around. Good guy, a stone tablet worth hundreds of pounds hits your head. Thank you for my safety helmet, otherwise you will have to smash your head!"

When Zhong Yue recalled, it seemed like this was the case. After going down the well, the half-stone that had been broken was strangely hit on his head, and then he knew nothing.

"Writing system?"

A light suddenly appeared in Zhong Yue's mind.

"Hey, A Yue?"

Zhong Yue came to his senses and didn't care about something strange that flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong, Brother Hai Dog?"

"Are you okay? Nurse, nurse, this kid seems to have a problem with his brain!"

The angel in white who had just changed the medicine to the next bed rolled his eyes to Wang Cheng, "What are you yelling? I don't know if you can't yell loudly in the ward. You can go back when you wake up. The doctor said it was just a temporary fainting, and there was no big problem."

"But this kid was just dazed..."

"If you are really sick, our county hospitals don't have that ability. You have to go to the city to take a CT scan."

Zhong Yue immediately sat up, "Brother Maogou, no need. I was just thinking about some things just now and didn't lose my memory."

"I'm scared to death, okay, since it's okay, let's go."

"Where are Township Mayor Wang and Mr. Huang?"

Wang Cheng got out of bed and said, "I'm studying the stone tablet that you broke in your house. You, if this thing wasn't your house, it would have been a disaster for damage to the cultural relics. Wait, I'll drive the Sanbengzi over."

Zhong Yue stood there in a daze, tentatively touching the brushwork system in his mind.

【Task】Make a primary pen

(Task Tips: If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. To become a master of calligraphy, you must have a few handy pens.)

"Pen making? Where can I do it?"

Beep!

"A Yue, what a god? I think you should really go to the city to scan for some BT!"

Zhong Yue came to his senses and saw that Wang Cheng was jumping up, so he sat up, "No, I was just thinking about that stone tablet. Brother Maogou, why did this good stone tablet break inexplicably? I didn't use any force either."

When Wang Cheng drove the car, he felt like he was possessed by the Akime Mountain Race God. He brought this defective sunglasses and drove the Sanbengzi out of the sports car.

"How can I know? To be honest, you are also lucky. Even if you infer this good stone tablet, you shouldn't hit you on your head. Oh, I won't say it anymore, I have to go back and talk about it. Let's sit firmly!"

"Brother Haigou, please slow down!"

Wang Cheng drifted and threw Zhong Yue into a dilemma.

These three jumpers are driving, no wonder they went to the county to pull up business before. No one dared to make Wang Cheng's car, so they can't afford to be injured...

After half an hour of striking, the two of them returned to Daping Township. When they walked to their house, Wang Dashan saw Zhong Yue with a pale face and asked, "Why is his face even worse than before?"

"Brother Hairy's car is driving too hard."

Wang Cheng, who was standing beside him, smiled, "Isn't this a hurry?"

Zhong Yue looked inside and frowned and said, "Why are so many people coming?"

"The county magistrate and the county party committee responsible for cultural relics protection have all come."

"You want to poach that monument? Uncle Wang, no."

Wang Dashan patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder, "Boy, you can't decide now. People in the county said that the cultural relics dug underground belong to the state, so this stone tablet belongs to the state."

“…”

Zhong Yue said: "This is passed down from our Zhong family, and we must submit it to the country?"

"Here, the pennant and five hundred yuan, you can keep it."

Zhong Yue suddenly remembered the brushwork system in his mind and was suddenly stunned. Could this be the secret of the stone tablet his father said? If that was the case, the previous poisonous oath would not count.

The brushwork system in my mind is definitely not something that has existed before, but it definitely exists after coming up from the well. It seems that being smashed by a stone tablet is a blessing in disguise.

"Hey, A Yue."

"ah?"

"Is there really something wrong with your brain?"

The hairy dog ​​on the side said, "Brother Shan, I'll just say it, this guy is a bit abnormal."

"No." Zhong Yue scratched his head.

"I haven't brought the banner and money yet! I have to go and watch from behind, I don't have time to chat with you."

Zhong Yue took the banner, stuffed another five hundred dollars into his pocket, and walked to the backyard. The underground dug was from the country, which was really... Fortunately, he had obtained the method of the stone tablet passed down by this family.

When we arrived at the backyard, several middle-aged men in suits and ties stood aside, watching Huang Mingchuan studying the half of the stone tablet.

"Old Huang, do you want to ask the archaeological team to come and see? Maybe there may be any tomb under the stone tablet."

Huang Mingchuan stood up and saw Zhong Yue holding a banner. He walked over and said, "Xiao Yue, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay."

"I read the text on this half of the broken stele. It is indeed a fine product among the Wei stele. It may be no less than the "Zhang Menglong Monument", the number one in Wei stele. I wonder if you are willing to hand over this stele to the cultural center in the city and preserve it well?"

When the county party committee next to him heard Huang Mingchuan's affirmation of the inscription, he immediately became excited and said, "Mr. Huang, this stone tablet belongs to the country, let alone this one caught from the bottom of the well. The city will do whatever it says, no need to ask Zhong Yue."

Huang Mingchuan smiled and said, "No, I must ask. Xiaoyue, the cultural value of this stone tablet is too high and must be reported to the city, so even if you keep it, you cannot buy or sell it. However, I will apply to the city and allocate a purchase payment."

"Old Huang, this belongs to the country and cannot be owned by private possession. I have sent both the banner and the five hundred yuan."

"Yes, the state has national regulations, but what if this stone tablet belongs to the ancestral tradition? The state also has relevant regulations on the private protection of ancestral cultural relics."

The county magistrate with a big belly was stunned, "Private ancestral cultural relics? Why prove it?"

"Just relying on the above documentary records. If nothing is wrong, Zhong Yue, your family is a descendant of Zhong Yao."

A descendant of Zhong Yao?

The county magistrate on the side shrank, "Huang... Mr. Huang, no, right? Why didn't this record be recorded before?"

"This Wei stele was written by Zhong Yao's seventh generation grandson. It records that Zhong Hui rebelled and was imprisoned, and was pardoned by Zhong Yao's merits, restored his post and later lived in seclusion here."

The county magistrate's eyes became different when he looked at Zhong Yue, and asked the township chief Wang again, "This... how many people are there in Daping Township with the surname Zhong?"

"This is the household."

At this time, a sound suddenly came from the bottom of the well.
Chapter completed!