Fang Yanjie still likes "Shangzhuang" in his heart. On the other hand, Miss Guo Xue also thinks this place is good. Although she is not very satisfied, it would be a waste to find such a suitable vacation place in such a countryside.

From her picky perspective, the manor layout of this homestay with farm stays as the selling point is naturally not luxurious, but being able to use this pastoral scenery and pastoral scenery to make exquisite designs, it complements each other and is another kind of scenery style.

This open-air venue is not the only one of them. It seems that Shangzhuang has also received two travel groups and some scattered tourists.

One big red lantern after another hung high above the head. Even if there was no light generated by the power supply, it made the manor feel a trace of liveliness.

Travelers were full of interest to exchange cups, the banquet was refreshing, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

However, after careful observation, Fang Yanjie realized that this was not the case. He found that one of the people was not a tour group.

The leader was an old man with a somewhat pedantic style. In addition to him, there was also a group of young people, which also made the atmosphere of the wine table very lively and cheerful.

Where young people gather, laughter and joy are always constant. They are energetic and like to laugh and make fun of each other. There is also a group of people like this. The atmosphere of this open-air venue is also more familiar and will not be in a bad situation.

“… college students?”

Fang Yanjie said to himself that he had developed professional habits for many years, so he naturally guessed like this.

This group of people is not too old, and they have a childish look on their faces that they have not yet left society. They should be students who have not graduated.

This made him recall his memories of his youth. Once upon a time, he was also a senior student who was in his prime, had ambition, but was heartless and joking all day long. However, after graduation, he became a photography dog, and he has only left a memory of the past.

Perhaps because he recalled the forgotten story, his face also faded away from his sorrow and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What do you think?"

Guo Xue looked at him with a smile on his face, but she felt a little bored. She also felt keen to find that his gaze was moving to the other table next to her. She couldn't help but feel her heart moved and asked in confusion.

"It's okay, but at this point, these students seem to be too leisurely." He sighed.

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"Come on! Brother Zhao, have another drink."

"Okay, okay, I said to Secretary Wen, you must get me drunk."

Zhao He took the wine glass with a little amused and crying. Before he could finish the wine, the village party secretary named Wen filled him with it again.

Several students next to them also started to join in the fun.

"Secretary Wen, if you want to get our professor drunk, this bottle of wine alone is not enough."

"That's right, right, you have to know that our professors have a great alcohol tolerance. If you drink such a little wine, you will not be happy."

Even his assistant Shen Wang started to join in the fun.

It was a group of ungrateful wolves who were not well-skilled, but Zhao He was in a good mood, so he drank more casually.

This time, he led a team to conduct on-site inspections and internships at the construction site. Originally, they planned to contact a group of tombs in the Song Dynasty, but after a while, the explorer had basically dug it.

The next step is to use a probe shovel to continuously explore the hole. Who knows that after digging the hole, a very amazing message will be obtained from the information on the soil layer.

Zhao He has worked in the archaeology industry for so many years and has rich academic and practical experience. He instantly judged that the situation below is not simple.

In archaeology, the ancients left various traces, relics, and accumulation layers formed by organic matter after their lives, which are generally called cultural accumulation layers.

Using a shovel to drill into the ground, and then identify the soil, you can distinguish the source of the cultural layer, the origin and location of the tombs and remains.

The shovel shows that there is another cultural relics hidden below the Song Dynasty tomb group.

In fact, this situation is not uncommon. Ancient social living areas often appeared in overlapping relationships on the cultural level, that is, people from other dynasties would live on older sites.

The same is true for tomb groups. Sometimes when you dig a tomb, you will find that there is actually a cemetery below.

However, the soil traces dug out this time are really exciting.

"Can it be... In addition to the tombs of the Song Dynasty, there is also a ruin from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties..."

If this is true, it might be a big discovery. Thinking of this, Zhao He sipped his wine because of his initial feeling that it was very likely a ruin from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties.

You should know that that era has always been a very important link in Chinese archaeological history, and so far, there are still a lot of gaps in this field.

Although there are some sporadic discoveries in the domestic archaeological community, the achievements made cannot fully explain the secrets of that ancient era.

He had not yet passed the news and informed the hospital that after all, further investigation was needed to make further conclusions.

If the news is true, this may be a turning point in my own archaeological career.

Zhao He knew that he was a big boss, and the thing he was most worried about was that although he had been studying academically for so many years, he had never achieved any important achievements.

Professor Zhao thinks he is diligent in academic work, but he thinks the main reason is that his luck is not very good.

He had several opportunities to participate in some large-scale archaeological research and field trips, but for some reasons, he was defeated one after another, which also led to a lack of a little halo in his resume.

This is true. Although Professor Zhao has achieved these achievements in academic theory and is also a well-known figure in the narrow circles in China, if he lacks some practical gains and has no decisive results, he is always not a great achievement in this field.

He felt that his accumulation in academic research was enough, but he just needed a wedge to set the score.

This time, perhaps it was an opportunity for him. Xia, Shang and Zhou archaeology was also a field he had studied. He needed some real excavation results to prove his qualifications.

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In the dim night, two figures are following the farmhouse "Shangzhuang".

"Sister... It seems that they should have returned here."

One of the figures spoke in an extremely stiff tone, looking from the outside.

He was a migrant worker with a bad military coat and a pair of liberation shoes covered in mud. He was dressed very simple, like a person living in the 1980s and 1990s.

“Yes, tracking the odor basically determines that.”

Another figure, standing behind this man who looked like a migrant worker, was hiding in the dim shadow on one side, revealing only half of his body outline.

And the other half of this person was covered by a big tree.

He deliberately avoided the light and spoke quietly.
Chapter completed!