The girl was stunned by Poplar, and couldn't help blushing and glaring at him fiercely.

Poplar also had a hot face, and hurriedly turned his head, only to see a middle-aged man coming out from behind another big tree.

The man's dress was even more strange - the girl's dress looked strange at first, but now that the girl's true appearance is revealed, it is not strange, but has a heroic feeling.

But this man's dress is really weird, what age is this, he is actually wearing a long horse coat, a small round hat on his head, and a pair of round black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

However, in Poplar's memory, there was such a strangely dressed person.

"Are you...... Uncle Ding?" asked Poplar tentatively.

"I didn't expect you to recognize me after more than ten years!" the man laughed.

"How can I not recognize you in this dress!" Bai Yang was overjoyed, and also smiled, "Uncle Ding, how did you find here?"

"I came here, naturally looking for you! I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but you are getting more and more energetic!"

The man looked Aspen up and down through the lenses, and when he saw that Aspen was very uncomfortable, he hurriedly took out the key, opened the door of the ranger's hut and invited the father and daughter in.

It turned out that this man's name was Ding Sicheng, and his ancestor was also a famous tomb robber, Ding Sicheng's father and Poplar's grandfather were both close friends and partners in life and death.

However, after the liberation, both families no longer engaged in this business.

Poplar's father threw himself into the revolution and completely lost his craft of tomb robbing. Ding Sicheng learned his father's skills, but he no longer robbed tombs, but became an archaeologist.

When Baiyang's grandfather, Old Man Bai, was still alive, Ding Sicheng often visited him, and he could talk to Old Man Bai for several hours every time. There were a few times when Poplar listened to the sidelines, talking about how to find the tomb, how to open the tomb, etc., etc., etc., and Poplar didn't pay attention to it.

Later, the old man Bai died, and Ding Sicheng also came to the door to worship, crying so sadly at that time, so that the poplar is still fresh in his memory.

However, since the death of Old Man Bai, Ding Sicheng has never appeared again, and it has been more than ten years.

Poplar is a big man who lives alone in the old forest, so it is naturally impossible to put the house in order.

Fortunately, there was nothing in the house, just a few dirty clothes thrown on the bed and floor.

But there was a beautiful big girl who looked at it, and Bai Yang was still hot-skinned, so she hurriedly kicked the dirty clothes into the corner, and asked Ding Sicheng's father and daughter to sit down, while boiling water to make tea in a panic.

"Just let Lingling do the boiling water, let's sit down and talk first!" Ding Sicheng said, suddenly remembering that he hadn't introduced the two of them yet, "By the way, this is my daughter Ding Lingling! Since she was a child, she likes to dance with knives and sticks, this time I came to you, she heard me say that you have practiced family martial arts since childhood, so she wants to try your skills! Fortunately, your subordinates are merciful, otherwise she will suffer a big loss!"

"Where did I suffer? In the end, I slapped him hard!" Ding Lingling argued.

"yes, what...... Sister Ling's fist and foot kung fu is indeed very powerful, and ordinary men are not opponents!" Bai Yang said with a smile.

"Don't call me Sister Ling, it sounds sour, just call me Lingling!" Ding Lingling said.

Poplar hurriedly agreed.

This is almost the first time he has said so many words to a beautiful girl since he became an adult, and he feels that he doesn't know how to put his hands and feet, so he simply jumped up and said, "Uncle Ding, you and Lingling sit down first, I'll cook two dishes, there is still half a bottle of wine in the house, let's talk for a while while drinking and talking!"

"That's okay!" Ding Sicheng rolled up his sleeves and stood up, "Why don't you light the fire, tell me something, I'll cook!"

"Okay, okay, my dad hasn't cooked in person for a long time, and I miss my dad's craftsmanship!" Ding Lingling clapped her hands in agreement.

Since Ding Sicheng wants to cook in person, Poplar is not polite, and he is busy finding out a few kinds of game and wild dried vegetables, and the wild dried vegetables are soaked first, and the game is handed over to Ding Sicheng to pick up.

Ding Sicheng is indeed a good cooker, and Bai Yang heard his grandfather mention that Ding Sicheng's father is good at making knives, and it is not a big knife, but a small sharp knife, that is, a dagger.

Presumably Ding Sicheng has also learned this kung fu handed down by his ancestors, the kitchen knife is like a juggling toy in his hand, and it runs very fast, and in a short time, all the game that has been dried and is not easy to cut is cut into small pieces.

After that, the game was boiled in water to avoid being too dry and too hard to bite, and Ding Sicheng took advantage of this time to start picking up wild dried vegetables.

Those wild dried firewood were all picked by the poplars in the forest, but looking at Ding Sicheng's appearance, he is no stranger to these wild dried vegetables.

On the contrary, Ding Lingling, a little girl, was very curious about those wild games and wild dried vegetables, and kept asking what this was, what it tasted like, and so on.

Wait until the meal is ready, and the fragrant hook worms.

The three of them sat down together, and Bai Yang took out half a bottle of wine that he had never been willing to drink, and poured a glass for Ding Sicheng and him.

Ding Lingling had already said that she would not drink, and there were very few girls who drank alcohol in that era, so Bai Yang was not reluctant, and directly raised the wine glass to salute Ding Sicheng.

After a few glasses of wine, the two opened the conversation, and Bai Yang asked Ding Sicheng again what was the matter with coming to him, and Ding Sicheng said mysteriously: "It's a big event in the archaeological world!"

"Big deal, what's the big deal?" Bai Yang asked casually, but at that moment, another thing came to mind, "I forgot that Uncle Ding is engaged in archaeology, I received a notice today that I will be transferred to the archaeological team, will not ...... Uncle Ding transferred me, right?"

"You didn't understand until now!" Ding Sicheng laughed.

Ding Lingling glanced at Bai Yang, and her eyes seemed to say that he was "really stupid".

Bai Yang scratched his scalp embarrassedly, and hurriedly asked Ding Sicheng again: "Uncle Ding said that he was looking for me for a major event in the archaeological world, how could a major event in the archaeological world be involved in me?"

"I can't pull it on you, but I can pull it on your grandfather!" Ding Sicheng said with a smile.

"My grandfather, but he's already dead!"

"Your grandfather is dead, but one of his treasures should be left to you, right?" Ding Sicheng always looked at Poplar with a smile on his face.

Poplar couldn't help but touch his neck.

Below his neck, he wore a jade pendant the size of a thumb.

This jade pendant was the only thing that his grandfather had inherited from him and that made him feel like a treasure.

It was a translucent diamond-shaped jade pendant with pointed ends and a round middle. The color is pure white, but in the center of the jade pendant, there is a touch of ethereal green.

Grandpa once said that it was a unique heirloom treasure, and told him to treasure it carefully, and it was best to pass it on from generation to generation.

But what did Ding Sicheng want him to do with this jade pendant? Could it be that their archaeological team knew that this jade pendant was an "heirloom treasure," so they wanted him to hand it over to the state?

As soon as he thought of this, Baiyang's originally warm heart couldn't help but cool down.

It's not that he can't bear the value of this jade pendant, what he can't give up is the thought that his grandfather left him.

"When my grandfather was old, he was so poor that he couldn't even afford to drink, and Uncle Ding knew this, so how could there be any treasures to pass on to me!" said Poplar.

Ding Sicheng observed his words and looked at his expression, and said with a smile: "Let's not mention this first, let's talk about the recent major event in the archaeological world!"

"Okay, little nephew, listen up!" said Poplar, naturally polite.

Ding Sicheng sensed the change in his attitude, but ignored it and said: "We have a long history in China, and there are countless places of interest and historic sites, you must know this!"

"Yes!" Bai Yang smiled, "Anyone who has been to school knows!"

Ding Sicheng nodded, and continued: "It's a pity that our country's archaeological cause started very late, and the protection of ancient cultural relics is very weak! Needless to say, before the liberation, I don't know how many precious cultural relics were lost overseas, and even after the liberation, especially in recent years, as our country's ancient cultural relics have been frequently sold at high prices in the world, all kinds of rare antiques from our country have become treasures that international collectors are competing to acquire!" As a consequence of this, there has been a rise in tomb robbing all over the country, and not only our domestic tomb robbers, but even many foreigners, have actually engaged in tomb robbery under the guise of coming to our country for investment and inspection. For example, an ancient tomb of the Shang Dynasty discovered in Hebei the year before last is such a precious ancient tomb! If we can completely excavate it, we can take a big leap forward in the study of the history of the Shang Dynasty! It is a pity that when we discovered this tomb, the tomb had already been looted by tomb robbers. The most odious thing is that these tomb robbers did not even spare the relief murals on the tomb walls......"

When Ding Sicheng said this, he was really sad in his heart, and he actually choked up.

Bai Yang was a little stunned and a little shocked, he really didn't expect that this archaeologist would have such a deep affection for national cultural relics.

Thinking about the change in Fang Cai's attitude towards Ding Sicheng, Bai Yang secretly felt ashamed in his heart, and hurriedly asked: "Then your archaeological department didn't take any countermeasures?"

"We really want to take countermeasures! But first, the discipline of archaeology is too unpopular in our country, and it started late, and there is a serious shortage of archaeological manpower in the whole of China; coupled with the fact that our country is in ruins, many places need to use money and people, and now the first goal of all Chinese is to achieve the four modernizations, and categories like archaeology, which do not help much in modernization, can only be arranged later. In short, in a word, in the archaeological community of our country, there is no one to ask for people, and there is no money for money!"

Ding Sicheng sighed.

(See Chapter 009 "The Yin-Yang Compass")