Soon Canghai saw the evidence, Zhang Gong, the old guy, seemed to want to press Canghai's face on the ground and rub it, so he directly picked up the phone and asked Cang Shiyuan in the village for verification.

Cang Shiyuan unexpectedly turned out this Canggu Xing on the family tree, and it couldn't be more coincidental that it happened to be Canghai's direct blood relative, who should be almost the grandfather of Canghai's grandfather, and Canghai and him except for the middle two generations, all of them are single, and there are a few more babies in the middle of the two generations, and they are all extinct, and there is no one who is behind the blame.

Canghai looked depressed. It's actually a good thing to find the ancestor and figure out where he came from, it is estimated that in addition to the Wanshi Shibiao family, there are few families in China who can really get their genealogy to the era before the Warring States Period, and they are also serious nobles, without a little water.

Of course, there is a tradition for people to see who kneels, that is to say, it doesn't matter if you kneel and get used to the face, the Mongols come to kneel, the Jin people come to kneel, and in the end, even the little devil has to go down to the table, and I don't know if someone knows whether the virtue of his descendants will be angry.

The ancestors had not done such a shameless thing, which made Canghai happy, but the matter of stealing the ancestral graves and selling the funeral goods of the ancestors was still too embarrassing for Canghai, and Canghai didn't know what to say for a while.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see what you have changed in" Zhang Gong saw Canghai's appearance here, as if he had eaten a fly, and he was immediately very happy.

Canghai replied: "Then let's go, go and see!"

Anyway, it's come to this point, the ancestors in the tomb have long been ashes, and the sea can't carry it home, just take a look.

followed Zhang Gong to the entrance of the tomb, and when he passed Xu Sheng, Canghai found that the old man still maintained his original appearance.

So Canghai was a little worried and said to Qu Guowei: "Uncle Qu, Uncle Xu is so old, why don't you go and ask him to take a break, this thing won't run anyway, take a look at it in the future?"

Qu Guowei shook his head and said: "Let him look at it for a while, you don't understand him in this realm, calligraphy has been entangled with his life, and it is difficult and difficult to find an opportunity to break through himself."

Zhang Gong nodded and said: "Yes, the ancients in front seem to have exhausted all possible paths, and the people in the back are like a wall enclosed in four walls, no matter which direction you go, you will find that it is a wall."

Hearing the two say this, Canghai stopped talking, followed Zhang Gong out of the tomb, and then walked to a bungalow.

It is said to be a bungalow, but it is more like a small exhibition hall, and when you enter, you will see a lot of tables with two glass covers, on which are placed some broken pottery and porcelain, some of which are directly broken into pieces, and are not repaired and placed in the covers.

Pottery or something, Canghai looks very ugly, I really can't understand the aesthetics of the ancients, as for the porcelain, it is absolutely beautiful, although I don't know porcelain, but Canghai can roughly see that this thing is not very valuable.

Because he has studied painting, although his skills are average, but Guan Qidong's level is not low, as his beloved apprentice, Canghai's eyesight is still there, and he can distinguish the techniques and skills on the bottle, what level is it at, and usually exquisite and dull, as long as it has a certain aesthetic taste, it is easy to distinguish the difference between the things used by ordinary people and the palace inner boutique.

Zhang Gong took Canghai and Qu Guowei directly to the big cover in the middle, and there was a jar in the cover, or it looked like a jar.

The shape is very peculiar, with a big belly and three legs, the mouth of the jar is still irregular, and there is an animal on it, I don't know if it's a tiger or something, anyway, it's an animal's head, with a big mouth and fangs.

"What's so special about this?" asked Cang Hai.

Zhang Gongdao: "National treasure!"

Burst!

Canghai almost burst out a mouthful of old blood, such a gray thing is not garbage, and there are some mottled green colors on it are national treasures?

"Could you please explain?" asked Cang Hai.

"Let's talk about the shape of this device first, round and full ......."

"Hmm!"

Canghai nodded and echoed Zhang Gong's words, in fact, he didn't listen to a word in his heart, and he didn't understand how such a broken jar could use this old man to talk endlessly for two or three minutes, in Canghai's opinion, even if such a jar was placed in front of him, he might have to kick it away, one word: ugly! Two words: too ugly!

"The most special thing is the color, green is a rare thing in that era...... "Speaking of the shape, Zhang Gong talked about the color on the jar.

Qu Guowei nodded at this time and replied: "Yes, at that time, green was an extremely rare dye, otherwise how could there be a story of a green hat."

In this story, Canghai knows that there is a mess between the monarch of Qi and Xiangguo. The green hat was fashionable before this thing, and it can't be more fashionable anymore, because the green is beautiful, and at that time there was a green hat that was more than ten Rolls-Royce forks in your house, because natural green pigments are extremely rare.

After listening for a while, Canghai nodded again.

Zhang Gong explained the broken jar here, and then moved to the next broken jar, which was still the beginning of the national treasure, and there were three or four national treasures, and finally it turned to the porcelain.

Qu Guowei is an expert, he was originally a good antique player, and this thing can't escape his eyes, so Canghai was forced to take an appreciation class.

For people who like antiques, such an opportunity is rare, but it doesn't mean much to Canghai, to be honest, this thing is not as interesting as the Shoushan stone in his pocket if he doesn't come in Canghai.

After more than half an hour, Zhang Gong looked at the watch on his wrist: "It's almost time, let's go to the canteen to eat."

As soon as they heard about eating, Cang Hai and Qu Guowei's stomachs suddenly screamed at the same time.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the little thing you ate in the morning is long gone," Qu Guowei said with a smile.

The servants went to the canteen together, and the canteen here is also simple, and there is no need for a meal ticket, just take a stainless steel tray and line up.

Canghai came to the window, and when he saw this dish, he suddenly had the feeling of being in college, good guy, shredded potatoes are not silk at all, look at the appearance of chopsticks that may not be scattered when touched, and the fried little green vegetables are also depressed, without any spirit, and the color also seems dull, as if it has been placed for two or three days.

As for the meat dishes or something, Canghai also felt that he couldn't get into his eyes, the fish was fried, and the fish roe in the fish belly could be seen through the fish bones, and even a braised pork was not done well, and the corners were a little burnt.

I casually asked for two so-so-looking dishes, a tomato egg, a steamed egg, and a bowl of winter melon and kelp soup.

After sitting down, Zhang Gong found that whether it was Canghai or Qu Guowei, there were only two simple small vegetarian dishes and a bowl of soup in the tray.

"What's the matter, don't you have some meat pads?" Zhang Gong asked.

Qu Guowei said: "It's still a bit vegetarian, it's good for your body to be vegetarian when you're older."

Canghai subconsciously glanced at Qu Guowei when he heard this, and said in his heart: Do you still want to have a face? The wild pheasant snatched from the fox's mouth, you and Xu Guosheng have a chicken breast and a leg, and I have a little skeleton left, and when you get here, you say you want to be vegetarian, why didn't you eat it yesterday?

Zhang Gong didn't know what the two of them thought, to be honest, he didn't like the food in the cafeteria when he first came, because he lived in Sijiaping Village for a few days, but after a long time, he got used to it, he always ate vegetarian dishes or something, and his energy couldn't keep up, although it was a little unpalatable, but the meat was still meat after all, and the taste was a little worse, but the freshness was still guaranteed.

While eating the dishes, Zhang Gong said to the two: "The food here can't be compared with the four pings, if you eat like that, it won't take two months to go bankrupt here, there are almost hundreds of people here, more than 20 mules and horses, just a day for people to eat horses chew will cost 50,000 or 60,000 yuan, don't save a little."

At this time, a young voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Quick, quick, everyone go out and see, mirage!"

Hearing the mirage, all of a sudden, there was no one left in the originally full canteen, including Cang Hai, Zhang Zhu and Qu Guowei.

As soon as Cang Hai ran out of the cafeteria, he was immediately shocked by the impact he saw, and saw a magnificent picture on a ridge of soil in the southeast.

Countless people were working like ants, and a little to the left of the middle of the whole effect was a huge square pit, very deep, and countless people carried baskets of earth out of the deep pit with their burdens, and then poured them on the cart at the mouth of the slope.

The car is very similar to the modern board car, but the wheels are high, and it is all wooden, almost one person is high, and the car is not two-wheeled, but four-wheeled, pulled by two oxen, the horns are also very special, the Chinese horn buffalo is semi-solitary backwards, and the horns of the yellow ox are bent forward, the horns of the cow are twisted to the sky, like the horns of an antelope are very long, as if there are two antennas on the head.

Both the people and the cars are dressed in ancient times, and on the seven or eight earthen platforms around, it is obvious that some warriors wearing bronze armor or stone armor can be seen, holding weapons that have been escaped: Ge!

This scene seems to be so clear that it makes Canghai feel like he is watching a movie, and even the eyebrows of the nearest soldier are clearly visible.

Warriors, folk men, and overseers wielding leather whips make up a jaw-dropping scene of ancient labor. Although there is only a picture and no sound, Canghai can still feel the oppressive labor scene.

"The Great Tomb, the Great Tomb, the Gate of the Great Tomb!"

Suddenly, a young man roared loudly and pointed to the ridge next to him.

Canghai hurriedly turned his gaze in the direction of his finger, and soon Canghai found what the young man said, two square stones were being transported by some people, two stone doors one in front of the other, pulled by four cows and a dozen shirtless people, the cow and the man formed a sharp contrast, the ox was strong and strong, but the people were in rags, and even the ribs on these people could be clearly seen,

There were a few logs under the stone gate, and a dozen or so people carried the logs that rolled under the stone gate, and then put them in front of the stone gate, and in this way, they moved a stone door on the ground by turning the logs.

Not to mention the patterns on the stone doors, for these archaeologists, even Canghai can see at a glance that they are the two sealed doors on the tomb road.

Countless people on the construction site put down their work at this time, looked at the mirage with their heads high, and many of them opened their mouths wide and looked incredible.

Canghai is not the first time to see a mirage, but the last time I saw a city, countless high-rise buildings, although I can't see which place, but countless high-rise buildings stand like a jungle, it must be a big city, and it has to be the number one big city in the world.

Afterwards, Canghai took advantage of the convenience of studying architecture to turn over many pictures of the city, but he never found the city he saw.

Since then, Canghai has been a bit scoffed at the scientific theory of the formation of the so-called mirage, which is just a reflection of the formation of the atmosphere in a specific environment.

And the city he saw was full of high-rise buildings, each of which was 100 meters up, how could such a skyscraper be a small city, even if it was a big Modu, it would be a few floors worse, how could there be a city to pour it?