"Tsk, when is this rain going to be the end? Li Yuan, a member of the archaeological team, raised his hand and put on the hat of his jacket, put his hands in his pockets, shrunk his neck, and trotted through half of the factory area and walked towards the excavation site.

The site of Fengli Liquor Workshop is located in the underground of the old factory of Fengli Liquor Group, which was originally to rebuild an old factory, and when the construction workers broke the ground, they accidentally found that there were ancient ruins hidden under the thick sealed soil.

Li Yuan arrived in front of the factory and was about to touch the key, but found that the door had been opened. He looked at his watch, it was only half past six, and wondered in his heart, could anyone be earlier than him?

It was still early, Li Yuan walked in, and saw a vague figure in the shadow, and when the cool breeze blew, a chill inexplicably gathered on his back.

Li Yuan trembled and walked forward another meter, and suddenly saw a flash of white light, he was startled, and it took him a long time to wake up: "Hey, Senior Brother Zhong, it's you." ”

I saw that in the backlight, a figure straightened up and stood up, he was extremely tall, with slender limbs, even half a head taller than Li Yuan opposite. The light of the flashlight flickered, revealing a face with deep facial features, delicate eyebrows and eyes, clear lip line, and a healthy wheat color indicating that he often works outdoors. Zhong Sheng held a flashlight in one hand, bit off the dirt-stained gloves with his teeth, and raised his eyebrows at Li Yuan from afar: "What's wrong with you, you are shaking so much." ”

Li Yuan sneered: "Hehe, it's frozen, it's frozen." I woke up early in the morning, and the quilt was really not warm, so I could only get up, senior brother, are you too?"

Zhong Sheng turned around, his back was straight, his shoulders were straight, and he said casually: "I didn't have time to come over last night, I want to see the progress of the excavation early today, what, together?"

The idol brother invited him, how could the fan brother Li Yuan be willing to refuse. Zhong Sheng is also a newcomer to the excavation site, and before he came, the site of the Fengli Brewing Workshop had been excavated by the Yizhou Provincial Institute of Archaeology for nearly a year.

After preliminary exploration, the archaeological institute found that the Fengli site is far beyond the estimate in terms of its wide range and high historical value. In particular, a large number of pottery and porcelain suspected of being wine utensils were found in the No. 7 and No. 8 exploration squares in the third district, and many of them were well-preserved and sealed.

After all, it is the site of a winemaking workshop, and the excavation of well-preserved ceramics does not mean that it is possible to unearth ancient liquid wine?

Compared with other cultural relics, ancient liquid wine is much more special. Wine is inherently volatile, perishable, and difficult to preserve, and if it is really excavated, how to preserve it is also a big problem.

After discovering this situation, the Yizhou Provincial Institute of Archaeology immediately held a meeting to discuss, and after careful consideration, it was finally decided to apply to the superior archaeological unit to send an expert to preside over the excavation of ceramics.

So, Zhong Sheng came.

When passing by the third district, Li Yuan asked with a smile: "Senior brother, I called you from Beijing all the way to do this." ”

"If you had studied well, you wouldn't have called me. Zhong Sheng and Li Yuan are brothers in the same class, studying under Professor Gu Mingjun, a famous contemporary archaeologist in China, an academician of the Academy of Sciences, and a doctoral supervisor.

Senior Brother Zhong's poisonous tongue is really hateful, nor is love, and Li Yuan was speechless in one sentence.

Li Yuan relied on his good relationship with Zhong Sheng, and he was very unwilling to let Zhong Sheng have the upper hand in this way, and his eyes rolled, as if he remembered something. Li Yuan was thinking about bad ideas in his heart, looked at Zhong Sheng's face, and cautiously gloated, and said, "How about it, senior brother, the leader of the airborne is not easy to do, right?"

Zhong Sheng glanced at him lightly, his eyes full of meaning.

Li Yuan was so frightened by this look that he waved his hand again and again, and hurriedly said, "Hey, senior brother, don't look at me like that." I don't mean anything else, Team Leader Zhou is highly qualified, you can follow it more. ”

Li Yuan's words have several layers of deep meaning, what can be pointed out is that Zhong Sheng's strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, let him restrain his edge, don't make people jealous, what he didn't say thoroughly is that Li Yuan is worried and close to Zhong Sheng in his heart. At the end, he also patted Zhong Sheng on the shoulder, "Don't think about it, I'm going to eat, I'll go back and bring you two big meat-stuffed buns." ”

"Tsk......" Zhong Sheng rubbed the corners of his forehead a little unpleasantly, but the figure of a girl appeared in his mind, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, looking at it as a soft persimmon that was easy to handle, who would have thought that there was a hard core, at this juncture, he could really find trouble for himself. Zhong Sheng sighed deeply, leaned down, and continued to observe the ruins in front of him.

When Zhou Changhe arrived, Zhong Sheng had been working for half an hour, Zhou Changhe looked at the man in front of him blankly, only to see that he was kneeling in the square with his legs, and the knee pads tied to his knees had sunk into the soft soil, which was full of steadfastness and hard work.

Zhou Changhe is in his thirties, an associate researcher at the Yizhou Provincial Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology, and before Zhong Sheng came, Zhou Changhe was the leader of the archaeological team of the "Fengli Site".

He knew that Zhong Sheng was an expert in cultural preservation invited by the institute, but how could there be an expert in his twenties? Archaeology is no more important than anything else, and the accumulation of experience is more important than academic theory.

Zhou Changhe looked at Zhong Sheng, deliberately tried Zhong Sheng's depth, deliberately coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Teacher Zhong, do you have any opinion on this?"

Zhong Sheng stood up, patted the dirt on his knee pads unhurriedly, turned around and nodded to Zhou Changhe, which was regarded as the first hello. Although Zhong Sheng didn't show any aggression, the too obvious height advantage still made Zhou Changhe feel a strong sense of oppression, and he unconsciously took half a step back to keep his eyes level.

Then, Zhong Sheng frowned slightly, pointed to a brick and stone building foundation, and said steadily: "There may be a stove here, you see, the middle is a fire chamber as a combustion chamber, and the ventilated flue is designed in front of the fire chamber, which is conducive to reducing heat loss, but look at this side ......."

Less than a meter from the base of the stove, there is a cylindrical building made of mossy kiln bricks, and although it has not been completely cleared at this time, the entire outline has been faintly revealed. Zhong Sheng casually picked up a hand shovel, bent down and carefully scraped the soil on the green bricks at the bottom, and the hesitation in his eyes gradually condensed.

Zhou Changhe saw that he couldn't pay attention to it and intended to show off his knowledge, so he took over the conversation by himself: "Mr. Zhong's views on the stove are basically the same as I thought, but here, I think it may be a well." Distilling liquor on a stove inevitably involves a lot of water, and building a stove next to a well is undoubtedly a very convenient option, as for ......"

"No, it's not like a well, you see that there are traces of triple soil filling at the bottom of the bricks. Zhong Sheng's words were cut off by Zhou Changhe, although the volume was not loud, but the tone was indeed very affirmative.

When Zhou Changhe heard this, he also frowned, leaned over to look, and muttered: "Could it be that because the well water is exhausted, the well is artificially sealed with soil?"

Zhong Sheng had no intention of continuing to delay on this issue, slowly stood up, and said noncommittally: "Whether it is the site of the well or not, it is estimated that it will be concluded only after it is completely cleaned up and a cross-sectional dissection is done." ”

"Hey, Mr. Zhong is really rigorous. I asked a master chef from the winery to come and have a look, maybe it would be inspiring. Zhou Changhe narrowed his eyes and said nonchalantly.

"Could it be the distillation pedestal?" Suddenly, a soft female voice came from behind Zhou Changhe, not loud, but enough for Zhong Erren to hear.

"What?" Zhou Changhe frowned and looked back.

"Leader, I don't think this is a well, it should be a pedestal for a still or condenser. The young girl, calmly coping with the authoritative gaze, smiled, spoke confidently but unassumingly.

It was a girl named Wen Xiaoman, who looked no different from other girls in her twenties, taller and thinner at most, with a slender neck sticking out of the wide jacket, with a pointed chin, at first glance, she was still a little weak. The eyebrows and eyes are sparse, which is not very good-looking, but if you look carefully, you feel that a pair of eyes are black and white, faintly revealing a trace of fierceness, but a swaying spirit, and then looking at it, the facial features look boring.

"Xiao Wen, what do you speculate?" Zhou Changhe said as he rubbed his chin.

If it is placed in normal times, Zhou Changhe is too lazy to piggyback on this kind of opinion, but at this moment, in front of Zhong Sheng, Zhou Changhe already has a competitive mind, and he has to pretend to be approachable.

Wen Xiaoman raised his head when he heard this, smiled slightly at Zhou Changhe, and said slowly: "I think, this pedestal is less than one meter away from the stove, so it may work together with the stove to achieve the purpose of distilling soju." The fermented rice is heated by placing a steamer on the stove and transferring the alcohol vapor through a conduit to a condenser next to it, thus condensing into sake. ”

Zhou Changhe was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't open his mouth yet, but he didn't want Zhong Sheng to speak at this time, and asked in a deep voice: "According to the historical data in the past, the condensing equipment of the soju is added to the steaming retort, is there any basis for your theory of split distillation?"

Wen Xiaoman looked at the extremely young archaeologist in front of her, in her perspective, his eyebrows were hidden in the backlight, making it difficult to see, but even so, she still felt a terrifying sense of oppression.

"If I'm not mistaken," she thought for a moment, "there are still similar split distillation and condensing equipment stored in the old factory of Fengli Distillery, but the condensing equipment of Fengli Distillery is made of aluminum alloy.

"I'm right," she said, looking back at a middle-aged man in a winery uniform behind her with a smile, "Master Zhang?"