Yang Meng's brother and sister chatted vigorously, but a white-haired old man leaned his head on one side: "Two little friends, I'm quite interested in listening to the chat, don't you mind chatting together?"

"Huh?" Yang Meng frowned after hearing this, looking at the old man, wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking polite. But who knows what he does? Bad guys don't put the word 'bad guy' on their heads, do they?

The white-haired old man looked at Yang Meng's expression and patted his forehead: "I forgot to introduce myself, this is my business card." ”

After speaking, he took two business cards from his pocket and handed them to Yang Meng and the two, Yang Meng looked at the title on the business card: Professor Qian Kangtai of the Department of Archaeology of Beiwen University.

"You're a professor of archaeology?" Yang Meng was a little unconvinced.

Qian Kangtai asked rhetorically, "Why?

Yang Meng grinned: "In my imagination, the people in the Department of Archaeology should be like those who wear searchlights on their heads and go to dig people's graves in the middle of the night like in "Notes on Tomb Robbery". ”

Qian Kangtai laughed after hearing this: "Many people think so, in fact, our job is to be responsible for field investigations, and if there are cultural relics, we will excavate, clean and preserve them, and finally use them for research." And it takes longer to study the artifacts, not the tomb robbers you say, as you think. ”

Yang Meng spread her hands: "Professor Qian, I can call you that, right?"

Qian Kangtai nodded: "Of course you can, in fact, people usually call me that." ”

Yang Meng asked, "Actually, I have a question that I don't understand, can I ask you?"

"As long as it's related to my major, of course you can. Qian Kangtai said.

Yang Meng said: "You see, the terracotta warriors and horses of Qin Shi Huang were discovered when the peasants were hoeing the land; the tomb of the Marquis of Haihuang was discovered only when the masses reported that someone robbed the tomb; the tomb of Marquis Zeng was blown up during construction, and when the archaeological team went, they found that there were countless robbery holes; and there was a pile of cigarette butts in the tomb of Cao Cao。。。。。。 What I want to ask is, why do tomb robbers always be quicker than experts?"

Qian Kangtai smiled bitterly: "I knew you were going to ask this, in fact, almost every time someone knows that I am a professor in the Department of Archaeology, I will ask this question." And my answer is: no way. ”

"No way?" Yang Meng asked puzzled.

Qian Kangtai nodded and said: "Those tomb robbers usually don't need to think about rules, funds and other reasons, they can dig everywhere with simple tools and a few people, and they have more extensive news, they dare to rob the tomb if there is a grapevine, just like the two of you said that your neighbor's ancestral grave was robbed." They may have heard the grapevine that if there is something in the grave over there, they can go, but can I? Let me give you a simple example, the legend of Zhang Xianzhong's sinking silver at the mouth of the river has been passed down for hundreds of years, but can we directly investigate and excavate it? Some people say that it is true, some people say that it is a legend, and first of all, we must eliminate the controversy, right? Then, after eliminating the dispute, they had to go through the approval process to calculate the cost, and when the archaeological team was organized to excavate the Jiangkou Shenyin site, there were already tomb robbers who had been there and stole more than 100 cultural relics worth more than 300 million yuan, and it took the police more than two years to solve the case. ”

Yang Meng laughed when he heard this: "Okay, anyway, the result is the same, everything will become national in the end." It's going to be hard for the police comrades. Just let the tomb robbers steal it, and then the state will arrest people. The results are all about the same. ”

Qian Kangtai's eyes widened: "Can this be the same? Their damage to cultural relics and sites is irreparable!"

Yang Meng smiled bitterly: "Professor Qian, I'm joking, but what you can't deny is: what I just said is the current situation of our country's archaeological industry, isn't it?"

Qian Kangtai sighed: "Indeed, the purpose of real archaeological excavation of ancient tombs is to better protect them, just like those imperial tombs, they will not be excavated until the last resort, and the excavation process is also very meticulous, and even every piece of soil in the tomb must be carefully screened to avoid missing cultural relics." And do tomb robbers care about that? Like you said, your neighbor's ancestral grave has been stolen, and precious books are thrown everywhere. If it were an archaeological excavation, nothing like this would have happened. Sometimes we go to the scene of the destruction of the tomb robbers, and the heartache is incomprehensible. ”

Yang Meng didn't know what to say after hearing this, but Qian Kangtai took the initiative to ask: "I just heard from you that your neighbor's ancestral grave was dug up, why didn't you call the police and arrest yourself? That's too dangerous, right?"

Yang Meng didn't answer this question, but Yang Xiaojing hurriedly answered: "You can't call the police if the ancestral tomb is stolen, don't you even know this truth?"

"Why?" Qian Kangtai was confused.

Yang Xiaojing said: "A few years ago, there was a tomb robbery in our neighboring village, and we called the police as soon as possible. Later, the police also solved the case and caught the criminal. But the burial goods stolen by the tomb robbers were not recovered. According to the laws of our country, as long as the cultural relics unearthed in our territory must be owned by the state, and the things in the ancestral tombs must be identified as whether they belong to the category of 'cultural relics', and if so, they must also be handed over to the state. Anyway, in the end, the tomb robbers were caught, but the burial goods could not be recovered. My neighbor also went to the lawsuit and lost it because it was clearly stipulated by law. ”

Qian Kangtai smiled bitterly after hearing this: "Okay, I know this rule, and it is normal to have this rule, you can think, there are so many cultural relics in the museum, and the former owners of those cultural relics must also have descendants, if their descendants all go to the museum to ask for cultural relics, then how should they be calculated? If your neighbor can take out those cultural relics is the basis for his ancestors, it is still possible to get them back!"

"Ahh。。。。。。h Since then, several of our villages have set up a joint defense team to catch grave robbers! The theft of one's ancestral grave is enough to make people depressed, and if they can't get their own things back, won't that add to the blockage? You must not tell us people who are digging and eating in the soil about the great truth of 'family and country and the world', even if we talk about 'family and country and the world,' the family is also in the first place! This matter is unreasonable! And let these cultural relics belong to his ancestors on the basis of that? How to get them? Let his ancestors jump out of the grave and run to the Cultural Relics Bureau to make a proof?Where can this be reasonable?" Qian Kangtai still wanted to speak, but Yang Meng waved his hand: "Professor Qian, anyone can tell the truth, it didn't happen to him." That is to say, my ancestor was an ordinary family, and if this happened to me, I would have the heart to kill. When you open your mouth to teach others, think about what will happen to you! I, a hairy young man, taught my sister to study hard and set an example for herself.

Yang Meng's words blocked Qian Kangtai speechless, and he said stupidly: "Young man, you misunderstood what I meant, I just listened to you chatting, and you said that there are many lonely rare books in the ancestral grave of your neighbor Teacher Jiang? This is true or false? If this is not protected, it would be a pity." ”

Yang Meng suddenly realized: "Oh, I said how can you talk to us? It turns out that the drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to that piece of meat! You deserve to be archaeological." Is this the ancestral property of someone else?"

Qian Kangtai hurriedly said: "You can misunderstand, as cultural relics all need to be protected, if the protection is not enough to lose to the world, wouldn't it be a pity? I mean you can tell me the contact information or address of that 'Teacher Jiang', we are willing to talk to him, if we really tell you, those books are unique and good, we are willing to provide enough protection for his books to ensure that these cultural relics can be passed on!"

"It's so good, enough protection, how to protect, donate it to you?" Yang Meng smashed a series of rhetorical questions directly: "Professor Qian, what you mean is that these things are protected in your hands, and it's a pity in our hands, right? The collection of books in Mr. Jiang's house has been passed down for hundreds of years, and if it weren't for those damn tomb robbers, it would be no problem to circulate it for hundreds of years." It's all about the damned grave robbers, and you'd better just keep an eye on the burial in the grave, it's protection?

Qian Kangtai said: "Young man, the 'Teacher Qian' you just mentioned is a scholarly family, and you also said that they think the most important thing is their books, so how do you know that they don't want to pass on these books? Maybe this is what they want? You give me their contact information, and I can talk to them myself?"

"No, you can't. Yang Meng directly rejected Qian Kangtai's proposal: "I said Professor Qian, if a stranger asks you for your friend's phone number, will you give it? You can ask such a naïve question." Okay, quietly, if you want to chat with this Professor Qian, continue to chat, and I'll sleep for a while. ”

He really didn't bother to continue chatting with this Qian Kangtai, otherwise this person was stupid, or his emotional intelligence was too low, no matter what kind of thing Yang Meng was willing to talk to.

It is enough for such a person to have a 'seventeen' by his side, and one more can go crazy by himself.

Seeing Yang Meng ignore himself, Qian Kangtai turned his head again and wanted to make a fuss about her parents to see if he could get out of his words, but he was disappointed again.

Can you tell him that he will not be a man in the village from now on?

Qian Kangtai was disappointed. But he wasn't going to give up.

I can't help it if you don't tell me? It's okay, we know people from the airline, can't we find your identity information?

I'm really competing with you guys this time!