Zhong Yue slowly opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling in a daze for a long time.

The hairy dog on the side saw Zhong Yue open his eyes, and stood up, and the chair scraped on the floor tiles with a screeching sound, causing the nurse in the distance to roll his eyes.

"Thank God, Ah Yue, you're finally awake!"

"Brother Dog, where am I?"

"Where? You kid don't remember anything? When I went down the well, I told you not to move, don't move, good guy, a few hundred pounds of stone tablets smashed on the head, thanks to my hard hat, otherwise I have to smash your brain!"

Zhong Yue recalled that there seemed to be such a thing. After going down the well, the disconnected half of the stone tablet smashed strangely on his head, and then he didn't know anything.

"Penmanship system?"

A point of light suddenly popped up in Zhong Yue's mind.

"Hey, Ah Yue?"

Zhong Yue came back to his senses, not caring about the strange things that flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong, Brother Dog?"

"Are you okay kid, are you?" Nurse, nurse, this baby seems to have a problem with his brain!"

The angel in white, who had just changed the medicine for the hospital bed next door, threw Wang Cheng a big roll of his eyes, "What are you yelling about? I don't know if you can't shout loudly in the ward." When I woke up, I could go back, and the doctor said that it was just a temporary syncope, and there was no major problem. ”

"But this kid is just in a daze......"

"If you are really sick, our county hospital doesn't have such skills, you have to go to the city to take a CT scan. ”

Zhong Yue immediately sat up, "Brother hairy dog, no need." I was just thinking about something, and I didn't have amnesia. ”

"I'm scared to death, okay, since it's okay, let's go. ”

"What about Township Chief Wang and Mr. Huang?"

Wang Cheng took Zhong Yue out of bed and said, "Study the stone tablet that you broke at your house." You, you, if this thing doesn't belong to yours, otherwise you will have to suffer if you damage the cultural relics. Wait, I'm going to drive the three jumpers over. ”

Zhong Yue stood in place in a daze, trying to touch the penmanship system in his mind.

【Mission】Make a beginner brush

(Task tip: If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and if you want to become a calligrapher, you must have a few handy pens.) ）

"Where will I make a pen?"

Tick Tick!

"Ah Yue, what kind of god are you stunned about? I think your brain should really go to the city to sweep some BT!"

Zhong Yue came back to his senses and saw Wang Cheng driving the three jumpers, so he sat down, "No, I'm just thinking about that stone tablet, Brother Mao Dog, why did you say that this good stone tablet was broken inexplicably? ”

Wang Cheng drove the car, it was like the possession of the autumn famous mountain bike god, and with this inferior sunglasses, he drove the three jumpers out of the feeling of a sports car.

"I don't know. You kid is really lucky. This good stone tablet, even if you deduce it, should not be smashed on your head, alas, don't say it, you have to go back and talk about it. Sit tight!"

"Brother hairy dog, slow down!"

Wang Cheng drifted and directly threw Zhong Yue to pieces.

These three jumpers drove well, no wonder no one dared to do his Wang Cheng's car when he went to the county to pull business before, and he couldn't afford to be injured......

After half an hour, the two returned to Daping Township. When he walked to his house, Wang Dashan saw Zhong Yue with a pale face and asked, "Why is his face even more ugly than before?"

"Brother Mao's car, driving too hard. ”

Wang Cheng on the side smiled, "Isn't this in a hurry." ”

Zhong Yue glanced inside, frowned, and said, "Why are so many people here?"

"The county magistrate and the county party committee in charge of cultural relics protection have all come. ”

"If you want to dig up that stele, Uncle Wang, you can't. ”

Wang Dashan patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder, "Boy, it's not up to you to call the shots now." The people in the county said that the cultural relics dug up underground belong to the state, so the stele belongs to the state. ”

“……”

Zhong Yue said: "This is the ancestral inheritance of our Zhong family, and we have to hand it over to the state?"

"Well, the pennant and five hundred yuan, you put it away. ”

Zhong Yue suddenly remembered the penmanship system in his mind, and was suddenly stunned, could it be that this is the secret of the stone tablet that his father said? If that is the case, the previous poisonous oath will not count.

The penmanship system in my mind at the moment is definitely not there before, it definitely exists after coming up from the well, and it seems that it was smashed by the stone tablet, and it was a blessing in disguise.

"Hey, Ah Yue. ”

"Huh?"

"Is there really something wrong with your kid's head?"

The hairy dog on the side said: "Brother Shan, I'll just say it, this kid is a little abnormal." ”

"Nope. Zhong Yue scratched his head.

"No, I don't have to take the pennant and the money! I have to go back and watch, I don't have time to talk to you. ”

Zhong Yue took the pennant, stuffed another five hundred yuan into his trouser pocket, and followed him to the backyard. If you dig in the ground, it's the state, and that's really ...... Fortunately, the stone tablet of this family has been obtained by him.

When they arrived in the backyard, several middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes stood aside, watching Huang Mingchuan study the half of the stone tablet.

"Huang Lao, do you want to invite the archaeological team to come over and take a look, maybe there may be some tombs under this stone stele. ”

Huang Mingchuan straightened up, and when he saw Zhong Yue holding the pennant, he walked over and said, "Xiao Yue, are you okay?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay. ”

"I read the text on this half of the broken stele, it is indeed the best in the Wei stele, it may be much better than the first "Zhang Menglong Stele" in the Wei stele, I don't know if you are willing to hand over this stele to the city's cultural center and keep it well?"

When the county party committee on the side heard Huang Mingchuan's affirmation of this inscription, they immediately became excited and said: "Mr. Huang, this stele belongs to the state, not to mention that it was fished up from the bottom of the well, and the city said what to do, no need to ask Zhong Yue." ”

Huang Mingchuan smiled: "No, you must ask." Xiao Yue, the cultural value of this stele is too high, and it must be reported to the city, so even if you keep it, you can't buy or sell it, but I will apply to the city and allocate a sum of money for the purchase. ”

"Huang Lao, this belongs to the state, and it must not be privately owned, I have issued this pennant and five hundred yuan. ”

"Yes, the state has its own regulations, but what if the stele is an ancestral one? The state also has regulations on the private protection of ancestral cultural relics. ”

The big-bellied county magistrate was stunned for a moment, "Private ancestral cultural relics, what can you prove?"

"Just by the literature above. If there is no mistake, Zhong Yue, your family is the descendant of Zhong Xuan. ”

Zhong Xuan's descendants?

The county magistrate on the side shrank his pupils, "Huang ...... Huang Lao, no. Why wasn't there such a record before?"

This Wei tablet is written by the seventh grandson of Zhong Xuan, which records that Zhong Hui rebelled, went to prison, and was pardoned because of Zhong Xuan's merits, and the official was reinstated, and then lived in seclusion. ”

The county magistrate's eyes became different when he looked at Zhong Yue, and he asked Township Chief Wang, "Is this ...... How many people do you have in Daping Township with the surname Zhong?"

"That's it. ”

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the bottom of the well.

"County magistrate, this ...... The half of the stone tablet at the bottom is blank......"