Fang Yuan looked at the information about the ancient city of Puzhou on his mobile phone, there were very few records about the ancient city of Puzhou on the public network, but there were many detailed records in the guild's database.

The ancient capital of Puzhou enjoyed a high reputation during the Tang Dynasty. However, now, the ancient city of Puzhou has been eroded by wind and rain for more than 1,300 years, but it has long been reduced to a ruin.

This ruin carries countless historical information, and it was called Kabasaka in ancient times. "Shundu Pusaka", here was once the capital of Yu Shun. It is the core area of the birthplace of the Chinese nation, and Sima Qian called it "in the middle of the world" in the "Historical Records".

According to the earliest historical records of the inscription, the "Battle of Hanquan" between the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor, and the "Battle of the Deer" between the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou all took place in that area of the ancient city of Puzhou.

Qin Bo and Jin, burning boats on the Ji River, fleeing the country with heavy ears, Cao Cao crossing the river to attack Ma Chao during the Three Kingdoms, and Li Shimin wielding his army to the east of the river at the end of the Sui Dynasty all happened here or not far from here.

There have been many wars and turmoil throughout the ages, which shows the strategic position of the ancient city of Puzhou.

Fang Yuan looked at the pages of historical records with relish, he loved to read, but he was not interested in school books. He is the only one who has a soft spot for the collection of books and historical records in the line of the seal, and he is unexpectedly unforgettable.

Fang Yuan's idea was that the sealing of the monument was engaged in high-risk work, and the more he knew, the more he would be safe. So he felt that he was completely cautious and almost timid in the eyes of others, and forced himself to embark on this path of gnawing books.

Fang Yuan never thought that being careful was a bad thing, even if he had always been considered cowardly. Victor Corleone once said, "I've learned to be careful all my life." "However, what others may not learn in their lifetime, Fang Yuan will be sensible, Meizizi.

The vehicle gradually came to the bank of the Yellow River, where the gentle terrain is approaching, giving birth to the most simple loess earth.

The iron boats passing by the ferry go back and forth on both sides of the Yellow River, but there is no longer the prosperity of the past.

The ancient city of Puzhou, the old Puzhou city is an important town of Jifu, and the Pujin pass is choked. Not far east from here is the Petjindu.

Ren Sili got out of the car, went to find the ferry, and carried the two cars over. Fang Yuan also got out of the car and stood on the cement-paved ferry, watching the surging river go east.

"Liuliu, get out of the car and take a look."

Fang Yuan rarely called Fang Cun's nickname, usually he either called him "brother" or "baby" or something like that, or he just hugged Fang Cun over and talked.

He didn't understand what his parents were thinking about such a name, his nickname was "Zhenyi", although he didn't understand it, but he looked very charming.

Six-six, Dashun?

"Don't." Fang Cun crisply rejected Fang Yuan, who was immersed in nostalgic history, and continued to play his entertainment.

Fang Yuan had long been accustomed to this, when this younger brother was going to do something, he would definitely not be able to stop it. When you don't want to do anything, you can't drag it out.

Of course, even if he dragged Fang Cun over, it was useless, he would cry and make trouble and pretend to be dead. Let the wind blow from east to west, north and south, and I will not move.

As far as the eye can see, there is a steaming mist on the surface of the river, as if it is raining lightly.

Since the Ming Dynasty, the Yellow River has been flooded here, and after several diversions, the original famous Pujindu has long been submerged and disappeared in the long river of history.

Many people may not have heard of the name of Pujindu, but there is one thing that shocked the Chinese and foreign archaeological circles.

That is the excavation of the Yellow River iron ox, in the forties of the last century, there are often passing ships here to hear the deep cow sound of "moo-moo-". And there are always the bottom of the boat that is cut, and people are panicked for a while.

Later, a person talked to a friend of his, who worked in the archaeological team, about Pujindu and recommended him to read the classics about Pujindu in the Tang Dynasty.

So that friend was attracted by one thing in the thirteenth year of Kaiyuan, that is, "casting the Yellow River iron ox, maintaining the Qin and Jin traffic." ”

That friend suddenly realized, and later visited several times, combined with the changes in the history of the Yellow River. Finally, in the eighties of the last century, on both sides of the ancient road of the Yellow River, four iron oxen and morning glory people were unearthed.

Is this a coincidence? Of course not. The person who reminded that friend was called Liu Fengtang, and he had a son named Liu Kezhen. Naturally, these are not known to outsiders, but they are recorded in the guild.

"Isn't this land beautiful with such scenery?"

Ye Qingqing opened the car door and got out of the car, she had been recording the task before, she was a girl who was very serious about doing things.

"Yes," Fang Yuan nodded, "Especially the thousands of years of history here, as if the ancient Chinese civilization is beckoning to you." ”

Ye Qingqing smiled, "I like it very much here, since I was born." ”

Looking at Fang Yuan's somewhat puzzled gaze, she continued: "My hometown is Yongji, and my grandfather is the archaeological team member who proposed the Yellow River Iron Ox. ”

Fang Yuan suddenly realized, it turned out that Liu Ziming's grandfather and Ye Qingqing's grandfather had known each other for a long time, and it was the Yongji Museum that unearthed the Yellow River Iron Ox.

He turned his head and asked, "That's the old man Liu Fengtang who brought you into the guild?" ”

"Well," Ye Qingqing smiled, "Neither my grandfather nor my father were from the guild, and when I was sixteen years old, Grandpa Liu introduced me to the guild. ”

"I like the guild very much, because his existence is the existence of history, and I like history very much, because of her, it proves that we exist."

Fang Yuan didn't expect that Sister Ye, who had always been capable, would also have such a literary side.

"That's right," he said, "history gathers strength. ”

Then he silently said in his heart, "Whether it is glorious or humiliating!" ”

……

"Then Sister Ye, what is your soul technique?" Fang Yuan held back all the way, really curious.

Ye Qingqing smiled shyly, "I'll know when the time comes, and I can't say it well." ”

"You say, will this mission go well" Fang Yuan looked at the mist on the water, just like his doubtful heart, "I don't understand what Fang Cun and I can do. ”

"Yes, definitely!" Ye Qingqing looked at Fang Yuan, "Have you heard of a failed mission in the guild?" ”

Fang Yuan shook his head.

"That's it, we're not going to fail."

Looking at Ye Qingqing's confident appearance, Fang Yuan said in his heart: "The guild has never failed a mission, but how many people have died?!" ”

He lowered his head, ashamed of his thoughts, he didn't feel that he was wrong, but ashamed of the ancestors who died fighting for the monument.

……

"Get in the car and get ready to go."

Ren Sili walked over from the shore and had already found the ferryman, and a rusty iron ferry slowly docked.

Fang Yuan glanced at Liu Ziming's car and the others, they hadn't gotten out of the car all this time, and they didn't know what they were doing.

The car drove smoothly onto the ferry, and a number of people came up together, slowly driving on the surging river, towards the opposite side.