Hao Zhongwen looked at Kong Yishan with dissatisfaction: "You are so weak, haven't you had enough to eat?"
"Uh..." Kong Yishan really didn't eat. Those boiled meats were too unpalatable to him.
Hao Zhongwen looked back at Ma Xiao: "Can you sing?"
"I...I can't, my singing is out of tune," Ma Xiao took a few steps back.
Hao Zhongwen glared at him: "Damn, what's the matter with being out of tune? When we sang in the army chorus, a few people were in tune. You couldn't tell that it was out of tune as soon as we started singing. You, you, you, give it to me. Sing together,"
Students from CUHK and Jiangcheng University sang military songs together.
But Hao Zhongwen was still very dissatisfied: "Don't all these guys have enough to eat? I remember when we were in the army, we all used up our energy to sing songs together. How can this be done? Give it to me. Try hard, try hard, did you hear it?"
Singing military songs, my feet unconsciously started walking to the sonorous and powerful melody. The more I walked, the more energetic I became, and I felt less tired.
In the early morning, when the fish belly turned white in the east, we finally reached the camp with Hao Zhongwen leading the way.
This is an archaeological team led by China's best archaeologists Yang Zheng and Wang Jianan. There are seven or eight tents erected in the camp. It is very simple, but it is said that the country attaches great importance to the discovery of the Sarlak ruins. It will be followed by There is a lot of money and equipment on top.
"Professor Wang, I brought those students," Hao Zhongwen walked to a tent and said loudly.
"Well, let them in," a voice came from inside. Hao Zhongwen opened the tent and a light came out from inside. It seemed that the people inside were not sleeping yet.
Chen Zhe and others walked in.
Inside the tent is one of the best archaeological scholars in the country, Wang Jianan.
Professor Wang is a thin middle-aged man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and the same military green jacket as Hao Zhongwen. This combination of soldier and scholar makes him look like someone from a movie. Chief of Staff of the National Army.
Wang Jianan raised his head and said with a smile: "You are all here. I haven't slept for half the night. You seem to be very energetic. Oh, you are Lao Yang's granddaughter and you are Xiao Kong's son. Not bad, not bad. Even the elders are gone. Following the same path, our generation can be regarded as having successors,"
This tent is not small, it must be about ten square meters inside, but it is filled with all kinds of things, including archaeological excavation tools, piles of books, and probably excavated cultural relics placed in one corner. They are dilapidated and rarely intact.
"Uncle Wang,"
"Hello, Professor Wang,"
Yang Lin and Kong Yishan, both elders, knew Wang Jianan, so they went over to say hello.
Wang Jianan put down his glasses, rubbed them, and smiled to himself: "After all, I am still old. I couldn't stand it after a few nights. At that time, young Nazhen and Lao Yang participated in the archaeological team organized by the state and excavated The tomb of a Song Dynasty general, even though he didn’t sleep much for a week, it didn’t feel so uncomfortable.”
"Professor Wang, your eyes are bloodshot. Although the work is important, the discovery this time is of the entire city. It will definitely not be completed in a few days. It is important to rest, in case you fall ill in the middle of the excavation. If it falls, it will be a big loss to the country," Yang Yishan is quite good at talking.
Wang Jianan shook his head: "We don't have time. The weathering here is already very serious. Most of the city has been eroded by wind and sand. It has also experienced several earthquakes. If this continues, more and more cultural relics will be damaged, and the country will suffer more losses." Damn, those are the treasures of our five-thousand-year civilization. Even if I fall ill, I can still save one piece after another."
"Uncle Wang, we are here this time, hoping to share your pressure. Give us tasks within our capabilities, and let us contribute to the country." Although Yang Lin left in the middle of the night, she was still very energetic.
These students were very energetic after being trained by Hao Zhongwen. Although they were tired, they were not unable to hold on.
Wang Jianan smiled: "It seems that you are all very enthusiastic, but you haven't slept all night, so go to bed first... By the way, I will test you first and see where those things come from."
He pointed at the things placed in the corner. There were everything, spear-shaped weapons, cylindrical things, stirrups, porcelain, bows and arrows.
"This...should be a firecracker," Ma Xiao casually picked up something and looked at it.
A CUHK student nodded: "It doesn't look like it was used by Yuan people,"
"This is the three-eyed fire gun used by the Shenji Battalion of the Ming Dynasty. It is something left over from the battle between the Ming Dynasty army and the Saklar people. Logically speaking, the Ming army should be stronger, but why didn't they capture this city? "Yang Lin raised a question.
Wang Jianan smiled: "This is a good question, but the historians have not yet reached a conclusion on this issue. Professor Yang Zheng believes that the Ming army was chasing the Mongols at that time and did not put all its efforts on the Sakra people and let them stay. I have a different opinion. I think it was the Saklar people who resisted the Ming army’s attack and the war with the Ming army fell into a stalemate.”
It is normal for scholars to have different opinions. Wang Jianan and Yang Zheng did not take this to heart. The academic dispute did not affect their personal relationship.
Kong Yishan didn't get a chance to express himself and was a little unconvinced, so he turned his attention to the next porcelain cultural relic. He looked at it carefully for a moment and then knocked it with his hand: "This should be a cultural relic produced by Jun Kiln in the Song Dynasty... …”
Wang Jianan smiled and said nothing.
Ka Wen is also good at checking people's opinions. Seeing Wang Jianan's noncommittal look, he immediately retorted: "I don't agree with your opinion."
"Why don't you agree? This is basically something from Jun kiln. The characteristic of Jun kiln is as blue as the sky: Ruguan kiln mainly has azure glaze color, but when observed under different lighting and different angles, the color will change differently. The face is like jade: The key is the semi-opaque crystal glaze. This crystal glaze is extremely sensitive to color and light, but the green glaze can reflect the blush from within. If you have any objections, just raise them," Kong Yishan retorted.
This piece of porcelain is indeed what Kong Yishan said. Kavin retorted in order to cater to Wang Jianan, but there was no good reason.
Yang Lin frowned and looked at it: "From the characteristics of this piece of porcelain, it is no different from the celadon of Jun kiln, but I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't put it clearly..." An idea flashed in her mind: "Could it be Sacra?" Porcelain made by the Er people themselves? How could they have such exquisite craftsmanship?"
"Haha, Yang Lin guessed it right. This is indeed porcelain made by the Saklar people themselves. After my research in recent years, I found that the Saklar people are always learning things from the Han people, whether it is craftsmanship or culture. Their clan leader secretly A large number of skilled craftsmen were plundered from the Central Plains. They are no different from the Han people, so in a sense, they are also a branch of the Han people. We may be able to determine some unknown history by studying them. ," Wang Jianan said with a smile.
The students were very excited. Through Wang Jianan's narration, they understood why the country attached so much importance to this inspection, and it turned out to have such far-reaching significance.
Kong Yishan's eyes gleamed with excitement: "Professor Wang, please let us contribute to the country. We also want to be people as useful to the country as you are,"
"You also want to be like me," Wang Jianan said with a smile.
"Think," the students shouted. Only Chen Zhe looked around to see if he could find some legal artifacts like the Four Spirit Formation Eyes from these cultural relics. Unfortunately, that thing is not everywhere in the Sarlar tribe. Didn't find it either.
"Then go to bed," Wang Jianan poured a basin of cold water down, extinguishing everyone's enthusiasm.
"Why," Ma Xiao asked puzzled.
Wang Jianan smiled: "You guys were up at midnight, do you think you are so young and your body is as bad as mine?"
Only then did everyone remember that they had not slept all night, so they had no choice but to listen to Wang Jianan's words and go find a tent.
Hao Zhongwen waited at the door and led everyone to several tents.
The boys had a big tent, the girls had a small tent, and Chen Zhe and a lot of people lived in a simple camp bed.
After arranging everything, Hao Zhongwen returned to Wang Jianan: "They have been assigned. I will send the two teachers back in the next few days."
"Well, they have been arranged together. The two schools have a grudge against each other, and the students are very young and impulsive. They don't know how to fight, right?" Wang Jianan asked with a frown.
Hao Zhongwen shook his head mysteriously: "They don't dare to fight..."
Chen Zhe got on the bed and lay down, but he felt the surrounding atmosphere. It was different from what he imagined. The atmosphere here was as usual, and there was no atmosphere left by Daojun Tianyan. Chen Zhe was a little disappointed: "No way, How is it possible? Could it be that after an earthquake or something, the other half of Daojun Tianyan's soul was annihilated?"
At this time, it was still dark. Although these students were excited just now, they were very tired after all. They all fell asleep soon after lying down, and many of them snored loudly.
Chen Zhe quietly got up. The morning breeze was slightly cool. He faced the rising red sky in the east and breathed deeply. A stream of refined heaven and earth spiritual energy was deeply breathed into his Dantian, and then he exhaled the turbid air.
If it is virtual, if it is real, if it is virtual, when a practitioner reaches this state and initially grasps the essence of true essence, it can be as virtual as a deep valley, or as real as a mountain wall.
Real first and then virtual.
Chen Zhe felt that his true energy had become much deeper this morning.
"This place is so desolate, but the aura of heaven and earth at the moment of sunrise is so rich. It is much stronger than Jiangcheng City, and even much purer than Tianxin Pavilion. I really didn't expect it," Chen Zhe sighed secretly.
Suddenly, Yang Lin's voice sounded from behind: "You're not sleeping,"
There were no practitioners nearby. Chen Zhe relaxed his vigilance a little and didn't even notice that Yang Lin was approaching. He smiled and said, "I can't sleep."
"Yeah, I can't sleep either," Yang Lin said softly: "After studying for so many years, I just dreamed of going to an archaeological site one day, and today it finally came true. I'm so excited. I didn't expect you to also like archeology. "
archeology.
Chen Zhe didn't like it, but he still nodded: "Yes, I like it very much,"