In front of a commissary on Cross Street, Yongxing Town, Fuhai City, Southeast Province.

A young man in his twenties, pulling a long flat wooden chair, placed it on the side of the square table under the star fruit tree. The young man sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, picked up the teapot on the table and poured tea into the teacup.

"Second son, what are you doing?" A middle-aged man in a short shirt who passed by saw the young man and shouted with a smile in his eyes.

"Uncle Gangzi, drink tea! Do you want to drink tea? The young man hurriedly took out a stool and a new cup from the commissary, and said in a greeting.

"Nope. Got something to do lately? The middle-aged man shook his hand and sat down on the stool.

"It's okay, I'm so busy that I'm panicking, drink tea to pass the time!" The young man smiled and replied. At the same time, the new teacup was filled with tea.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Are you interested in making some extra money?" ”

"Of course I'm interested." The young man said, "As long as you don't break the law, you'll be fine." ”

"Look at what you said, your uncle Gangzi will take you to break the law?" The middle-aged man feigned anger and said, "You're a college student, I'm afraid you don't want to do it." ”

"Tell me about it?" The young man leaned forward and listened attentively to what the other person had to say.

The middle-aged man picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, and said, "It's the hillside outside the town, where an ancient tomb was found, and the town government is recruiting workers to participate in archaeological excavations, one hundred and fifty yuan a day." ”

"Come on, if there is such a good thing, everyone should not rush to dig it." The young man said with some confusion.

"Just looking at the price, of course, it is more generous, but you also know that the people in the town are more superstitious, especially the people in the village. Although that ancient tomb is not their ancestral tomb, they don't dare to get it! Always unlucky, for fear of three long and two short. The middle-aged man sighed.

"Then why are you looking for me! Isn't that hurting me? The young man said dissatisfied.

"Where! How can you say that you are also a highly educated person, what is so terrible about these superstitious things! Besides, this is an archaeological activity in charge of archaeological experts sent by the state, which has far-reaching significance for archaeology and historical examination! The middle-aged man said.

The young man thought about it, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Really one hundred and fifty yuan a day?" ”

"Of course! It took twenty diggers, and I wanted to take them all myself. The middle-aged man said, "If it weren't for you and I as relatives, I wouldn't have been looking for you." ”

"Okay, that's it. When does it start? The young man did not hesitate and nodded in agreement.

"I'll come to you tomorrow at 8 a.m. Also, you'll have to prepare your own shovel. After speaking, the middle-aged man picked up the teacup again, drank it in one gulp, and stood up, "I'll go first, and the rest of the people haven't been found yet." ”

"Okay, Uncle Gangzi, you go slowly." The youth said.

The young man's surname is Du, Mingle, and he is a fresh college graduate. In order to take care of his father in the hospital bed, Du Le did not stay in the city to find a job after graduation, but went home directly to take over the family commissary to relieve some of his mother's pressure. In addition to his parents, Du Le has a younger brother and a younger sister, both of whom are in high school.

Du Le stayed at home for five months, and although his father had returned home for the Chinese New Year, the commissary's business was difficult to maintain for a while with the money he had to eat. Therefore, Du Le has always worked part-time and worked as a casual worker to support his family.

After drinking most of the tea, Du Le thought for a while, then stood up and turned into the room behind the commissary and asked his father, who was lying in the backyard, where he could borrow a shovel.

Borrowing a shovel is not a big deal, and there will always be some people in the town who rarely use the tools they buy throughout the year. We don't talk about renting with money, everyone helps each other, and the days go by. So, Du Le borrowed it very smoothly. …,

The borrowed shovel was set aside, and Du Le looked at the sparse pedestrians on the street and sighed slightly. Today is not a market, and there are few people at the commissary.

Looking down at his palm, which was getting more and more wrinkled and deeper, Du Le couldn't help but take a deep breath, hoping that tomorrow would be a good day.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Du Le waited until Uncle Gangzi came, and he didn't dare to tell his parents that he was going to dig a grave, but only said that he was going to dig sand to build a house, and then climbed into the small truck borrowed by Uncle Gangzi under the eager and somewhat guilty eyes of his parents.

On the small truck, there were several people standing for a long time, and when Du Le saw it, they were all acquaintances, all of whom were relatives. Du Le smiled and greeted everyone.

Uncle Gangzi is the stationmaster of the town's cultural station, and for many years, he has been a poor person. This archaeological activity in the country is undoubtedly an important event related to culture. Under the assignment of the mayor of the town, he became the person in charge of reception and service, and naturally he wanted to help his own people more.

After saying hello, Du Le didn't say much, and stood quietly aside, listening to the discussion between Uncle Gangzi and everyone.

It is said that the ancient tomb found in Yongxing Town this time is the tomb of a king of a certain dynasty more than 1,000 years ago. The purpose of this archaeology is to unravel some of the secrets of the dynasty with the cooperation of national and provincial archaeologists.

After listening to it for a while, Du Le, who could no longer hear any information, turned his mind to his home. The money earned this time should be enough for the younger siblings to pay the tuition fees for the next semester.

Thanks to the road network connecting the villages, the pickup truck drove for half an hour to reach its destination, an abandoned quarry.

At the entrance to the quarry, there were cars parked, and Du Le counted them carefully, and there must have been at least a dozen large and small vehicles. Is this a big tomb? Du Le couldn't help but think. Those archaeological programs on TV may not have such a big formation.

The pickup stopped nearby, and Douler followed the crowd until he reached a large tent. In front of the tent, there were already many people standing, and when Du Le and others arrived, a middle-aged man with sunglasses and a wide body and a fat body came out of the tent.

Uncle Gangzi hurriedly signaled to everyone that this was the person in charge of the archaeological team, and everyone would do things under his command. The middle-aged fat man looked at everyone, took off his sunglasses, and preached to the fifty or so people in front of the tent. The main content is to protect antiquities, be careful in excavation, and pay attention to safety.

After the speech, the middle-aged fat man beckoned a few foremen, took out a drawing, and divided the work area.

After a while, Du Le and the others were taken to a mound of earth. In charge of leading the team was a young archaeological team member wearing a blue shirt, surnamed Qin, whom Du Le and others called Mr. Qin under the guidance of the town leaders. However, according to Du Le's observation, this Mr. Qin may not have graduated yet, is a college student, and may be an archaeology major.

Mr. Qin didn't say much, and as soon as he arrived at the mound, he motioned for everyone to start work. Du Le grabbed the shovel in his hand, and he didn't have to envy others, nor did he want to behave, so he honestly dug up the loess for one hundred and fifty yuan.