Zhang Gong listened to Cang Shiyuan's words, smiled and nodded: "That's a good thing! The bones can be handed over to you, but it seems that burial is not allowed now."

"Isn't it simple for us to bury someone here?" Cang Shiyuan said indifferently.

If the person has just passed away or something, it is not easy to do, and now it is just a skeleton, then the rest of the things are much easier, dig a pit directly next to the ancestral grave of the Cang family and bury the person, anyway, the person who is buried in that piece is not inferior to this position.

Canghai asked, "Is there anything to prove this identity?"

Zhang Gong thought for a while, and said to Canghai and the others: "Then you come with me, I don't know what can prove what this skeleton has to do with your family, you can see for yourself."

After speaking, Zhang Gong took Canghai and the other three to a small room, opened the door with a key, and when Canghai went in, he found that there were shelves all around, and there were some broken things on the shelves, all of which were clay pots and pottery, and some things were particularly ugly.

Zhang Gong led a few people to the middle of the room, and stretched out his hand to a piece on the ground: "Oh, everything buried in that grave is here, except for the rotten coffin bones, they are all placed on the ground here."

Canghai glanced at the ground and asked Zhang Gong, "Why is it placed directly on the ground, because this thing is not valuable?"

Zhang Gong nodded and said, "Yes, it's because these things are worthless, and they don't have any value."

When Canghai heard Zhang Gong say this, he was a little speechless.

Squatting down and looking at the things on the ground, Canghai found that it was really not a good thing like an antique, these things were even the products of Canghai, a layman, who knew when they were at a glance, and there were a few things with the words "Long live the great unity of the world proletariat", and the age or something was really a sight to see.

The iron stuff is almost rotten, like a porcelain jar, and all that is rotten is left, but the porcelain is still in good condition. The big slogan written on it is also bright, as if it had just been written. It's a pity that none of these things are valuable.

Cang Shigui looked at it for a while and asked: "Can you hand over these things to us, this thing is of little use to you and us, even if you take it back, it is estimated that it will be placed in the warehouse to ashes, let's bury these things with the bones, anyway, it is his own things that are considered to be returned to the original owner, do you think it will work?"

"If you want to take it, take it, and I'll find a small bag to pack up these things and take them with you," Zhang Gong said.

Compared with Cang Shiyuan and the two, Canghai paid more attention to these burial goods that had just been dug out of the ground, originally Canghai thought that such a large tomb group was a bit of a head, but now he was a little lost when he saw a room of pots and pots.

There is nothing that can make Canghai look eye-catching, even if there is no human face fish net basin or the like, get something else, at least you get some horseshoe gold or something, and the eyes of the people are also in it.

"You've been digging for so long to dig up these things, is there something good to hide from seeing?" asked Canghai.

Zhang Gongdao: "You think archaeology is a few people carrying a shovel to dig up, now it's very good to clean up these things, don't underestimate these pots and pots, these are all things from the Spring and Warring States periods, and every thing taken out has a ...... of historical significance."

Zhang Gong was not happy when he heard Canghai's words, and began to give Canghai a cultural relics lesson, and finally simply took Canghai to the front of the shelf, pointed to some clay pots and bowls, and began to explain.

After a while, Canghai came to say something, and almost made Zhang Gong mad again: "Why are people so poor when they call the Warring States in the spring, and they don't even have a decent bronze thing?"

Zhang Gong said: "Ordinary people, or are directly slaves, how can they have their own property, it would be good to have some east to be buried, and now these people are not burial pits or dead and injured craftsmen, these pottery are the daily living utensils of ordinary people, and similar ones have been unearthed before, but a few of them are quite interesting, and we have guessed for a long time and have not known what it is used for."

Zhang Gong said and pointed to a few pieces of pottery to show the servants.

Canghai took a few glances and found that these pottery are very strange, three feet, each foot is like a garlic clof, the combination is extremely ugly, and the remaining few are also strangely shaped, you say that it is filled with water and grain, it is too small, and it seems that it is not suitable to pretend to be otherwise, what is it used for, everyone can't see it, and what is the name is naturally not known.

"Don't touch it!"

Seeing that Canghai was about to get started, Zhang Gong immediately stopped Canghai: "Now these things are national cultural relics, you kid is not qualified to touch them!"

"I seem to be quite rare," Canghai said.

Zhang Gonggang wanted to joke with Canghai, when he suddenly heard a roar from below.

"Teacher Zhang, Teacher Zhang, a noble tomb was found over there!"

Hearing this voice, Zhang Gong immediately shook his spirit, and quickly waved his hand at Canghai and the servants: "Go, go, go out!"

Drove Canghai out of the door, Zhang Gong locked the door, and then trotted downstairs: "If you are interested, come and see the excitement."

When Canghai heard this, he was also very interested, so he followed Zhang Gong and trotted all the way to a small mound a few hundred meters away from the camp.

Everyone stood next to the mound, and at a glance they saw the straight tomb passage of the mound, extending from the ground to the ground seven or eight meters underground, and there was a stone burial chamber door at the end of the burial road.

"It's so simple that it's a big tomb?"

Cang Shiyuan saw that there were several sturdy men next to the stone tomb door, and they pushed the tomb door open with a force, which made him very disappointed, in his opinion, the ancient tomb was full of mystery, how could it be pushed open like this.

Canghai turned his head and saw the expression on the third uncle's face, so he guessed his inner activities, Canghai was also like the third uncle at the beginning, who naturally had that kind of mysterious and mysterious thing for the ancient tomb, and the ancients knew what Zhou Yi gossip and the like, like the burial of nobles was not allowed to be everywhere, and the room was full of poisonous insects.

At that time, Canghai said this idea, and was immediately ridiculed by Zhang Gong and a group of archaeological team members, they gave Canghai a lesson in detail from the productivity, as well as the ancient living conditions, Canghai then understood that the ancient tomb is not mysterious at all, let alone the tomb of a small nobleman, even if it is a tomb above the king level, it is very rare to see some mechanisms and the like, the idea of the ancients is actually quite simple, that is, the tomb is built firmly and abnormally, and no one thinks about the hidden arrows and traps that are impossible to load.

In the words of an archaeological team, if the ancient nobles had excavators, these people would have been able to bury their graves on the other side of the earth.

The ancients mainly used several methods to prevent theft, one of which was to dig deep. Bury the tomb deep enough that it will be difficult to rob the tomb.

"There's a lot of stuff in there, and I've found a bronze!"

A big man stretched his neck in, then quickly retracted his head, and shouted happily at Zhang Gong and the others on the ground.

"Are there any traces of theft?"

An old man asked loudly, this voice can be shouted for four or five miles without a megaphone, and the eardrums of Canghai are a little painful.

"There shouldn't be, there are burial goods all over the ground"

Hearing this burial object all over the ground, the people around him became excited.

"Check the air in the tomb and send someone in when you can get in," the old man shouted again.

Canghai stretched out his head and looked at it for a while and found that he couldn't see anything, as a supernumerary, Canghai was able to stand next to him and take a look, and he didn't even have the qualifications to go to the tomb to see.

Curiously, he looked around for five or six minutes, and the results came out, and there was no problem with the air inside, so several archaeological team members and two old men walked in with lamps.

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, these people came out again in turn.

"What did you find?" asked Cang Shiyuan.

When he asked this, Cang Shiyuan felt a little wrong.

Fortunately, no one in the people who went in knew him, and there were a lot of people around now, not only in the province, but also in the capital and the archaeological team from the brother provinces, so I thought Cang Shiyuan was his colleague.

So some of them said to Cang Shiyuan: "It has not been stolen, the things inside are all complete, but some places have collapsed, and the sealed soil must be dug up from above......."

An old man in the lead said, "Don't bother with it, take out all the burial goods that can be taken out, be careful."

As soon as the old man's words fell, someone immediately responded, and soon the group of archaeologists began to work like small worker ants, and soon the burial goods in the tomb were taken out one by one.

Canghai finally saw the bronze ware as he wished, like seeing some wine vessels on TV, and today he can be regarded as seeing the real thing.

In addition to some wine vessels, there are also some musical instruments, which are too rare to be found in the tombs of the great nobles.

Canghai understands that music is not something that ordinary people can enjoy in ancient times, only the nobles can enjoy music and have musical instruments, and the regulations of musical instruments that can be enjoyed by different levels are also different. In addition, some instruments are only allowed to be played on certain occasions, and cannot be played at other times.

The only pity is that people don't let the Canghai people get close at all, let alone the Canghai people, and some archaeological team members can't get close to these newly unearthed cultural relics.

Watching people take out the cultural relics one by one, Canghai gradually became a little bored. Because although the thing is good, but it can't be seen clearly, it is directly confined to five or six meters away, no matter how good the baby is, there is nothing to look at, and the bronze unearthed is full of patina, where is there anything to look at, so big that you can see what is Jue, what is a cup.

Just as they were discussing whether to turn their heads, they suddenly heard someone shouting: "There are words on it!"

"What is written?"

"Wei Qi for his own use!"

"Wei Qi, could it be Wen Kui's ancestor?" Cang Shiyuan heard it and immediately said.

Canghai said: "Impossible, the ancient people are different from us, we are talking about the Wei period now, that is the person surnamed Wei Ming, and in ancient times, it was said that Wei period, then there are many explanations, the ancient surname and surname are different, Wei period is likely to say that his name is Wei, not the surname Wei."

"Oh, it's so complicated?" Cang Shiyuan didn't care at all, even if it was the ancestral tomb of Wei Wenkui's family, now Wei Wenkui could still block the archaeological team from excavating?

"It's hard to say, isn't the origin of the surname from a lot of fiefdoms, and this Wei may not be the ancestor of Wei Wenkui's family," Cang Shigui argued.

The servants talked nonsense for a while, and Cang Shigui said: "Let's finish our business, go back early, wait to go home and collect melons, and if you harvest it one day earlier, you will make money one day earlier."

Cang Shiyuan naturally agreed, Canghai didn't agree and there was no way, at this time, the two elders were present, and there was no room for him to speak, so Canghai, who originally wanted to stay and see the excitement, had to follow the uncle and the third uncle back to the village.

When I came, I brought a cart of food, and when I left, in addition to the Canghai servants, there was also a bag of bones, dozens of cangjia genealogies, and the rest were a dozen dry cakes and a few buckets of pure water.