There were countless people who came to pick up the airport in the airport hall, Lin Jiumu and they searched for it, and finally found the pick-up person holding a sign with the word "Mo Lao" written on it.

"Hello! I'm Mo Lao, what do you call me? ”

Mo Lao leaned over and asked.

"You're Mo Lao?! Hello! It's finally waiting for you! ”

This is a middle-aged man holding a sign, he saw the old man in front of him, he was stunned at first, and then immediately recognized this as Mo Lao, who was the person he was waiting for.

Then he said happily: "Mo Lao, please, a few please!" I have prepared the car, and I have booked the hotel for you, and when you are rested, we will set off again. ”

This man's skin is a little dark, coupled with a neat hairstyle and strong arms, it can be seen that he should have been on the go for a long time.

"What do you call it?"

"My surname is Mo, my single name is Bei, you can always call me Xiaobei. We can't thank you enough for coming to us......"

"Xiaobei, right, you are too polite, I explained before I came, you don't need to do too many fancy things, do our business, there are two bowls of white porridge to pad the stomach and not starve, it is already very satisfied, there is no need to get superfluous things, the hotel will be returned, we are not hungry or tired, don't waste time here, you can set off immediately."

Mo Lao said to Mobei seriously that he disliked this set of bureaucratic practices the most. Waste of time, waste of money.

"What you've always taught me is that I'll call for someone to cancel those extra trips right away. This side please. ”

After speaking, Mobei made a phone call while leading the way, canceling all those unnecessary trips.

Mobei is a member of Mojia Village. This exploration was invited by Mojia Village, coupled with Mo Lao's interest in the ancestral ruins of Mojia Village, so he came here.

got out of the airport, got into Mobei's car, and then staggered all the way, drove out of the city center, and drove to the suburbs. Then Lin Jiumu asked Mobei for the specific address of the destination, and then sent it to Zheng Yuanbao.

As for Zheng Yuanbao, after getting off the plane, he took a taxi to the address sent to him by Lin Jiumu alone.

A few hours later, Lin Jiumu and the others finally arrived at Mojia Village. From a distance, they could see a tall archway standing at the entrance of the village. There are three big characters of Mojia Village written on it, which are vigorous and powerful, and they are heroic.

Mobei parked the car in the parking lot outside the village, and then took Lin Jiumu and them into the village.

Mojia Village, although it is a village, has a large population and a large area of the village. And because the village is well planned, the environment is very elegant, and there is an ancient heritage, so there are many tourists who come here every year.

The buildings in the village are a few years old, exuding a quaint atmosphere, and all the buildings, including bricks and tiles, are well preserved without the slightest dilapidation.

Stepping on the bluestone road, walking in this ancient village, looking at the high and low houses and blue brick tiles and white walls, as well as the tourists who come and go, all this is so charming, making people feel calm, and there is a different atmosphere and charm from the outside world.

"It feels great here! I kind of like it here. ”

Originally, because of the long journey, and the fat man who was a little uninterested in this remote Mojia Village, after seeing the humanistic atmosphere in this village, and the elegant and simple buildings, he instantly liked it, liked the old house with smoke, and liked the ancient stone steps.

Mo Lao is also very fond of this place, he originally likes these simple and elegant things, coupled with the perennial archaeological work, so that he has a different feeling for ancient cultural relics and ancient buildings.

Ancient villages are not only the favorite of literati and scholars, but also the pure land in the hearts of ordinary people, and the appearance of people's hometown.

Mobei took them through many streets and alleys, and finally came to the village chief's house.

"Mo Lao, please! A few please! ”

Mobei pushed open the door and made a gesture of please.

There were already six people sitting in the room, and in the center sat a kind old man with gray hair, who was much older than Mo Lao, and was already more than a hundred years old.

"Village Chief, this is Mo Lao, Professor Mo!"

Mo Bei stepped forward and said loudly to the old man. It turned out that this white-haired old man was the village chief of this Mojia Village.

"Hello, Professor Mo!"

The old village chief's voice was not loud, he stood up with a slight tremble, stretched out his hand, and came over to shake hands with Mo Lao to say hello.

Mo Lao hurriedly walked over, shook the old village chief's hand, and asked him to sit down, while smiling: "Village chief, you are always polite. ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome! It is a blessing for us to have you in our backwoods. ”

The old village chief was very polite, kept holding Mo Lao's hand and said thank you, and then hurriedly asked Mo Lao to sit down.

"Those young men, sit down too, just be your own home, Xiaobei, ask someone to serve tea and snacks to entertain guests."

Then the old village chief waved to Lin Jiumu and the others, asked them to sit down too, and at the same time ordered Mo Bei to go to tea.

As for the other five people in this house, three were archaeological professionals, who were invited by the old village chief, and two were assistants they had brought.

"Old man Mo, long time no see!"

One of them, an old man about the same age as Mo Lao, smiled at Mo Lao, he was very well-dressed, with a pair of glasses, a goatee, and an old smoking gun in his mouth. He was sitting diagonally across from Mo Lao.

"Oops! Old ghost Zhang, why are you here too? ”

Mo Lao smiled happily, it seems that Mo Lao is very familiar with this old man.

"Who's the old ghost? For the sake of old disrespect, don't you see how many people are here? Don't give me any face. ”

Although the old man who was called Zhang Lao Ghost by Mo Lao said this, there was no angry expression on his face.

"Come on, it's because I'm disrespectful to the old. This is Professor Zhang of Northwest University, who is also a big man majoring in archaeology. ”

Mo Lao smiled at Old Man Zhang, and then turned his head and asked Lin Jiumu to call them.

"Hello Zhang!"

Lin Jiumu and the four of them spoke in unison.

"Okay, it's still your students who are obedient, I also brought a few students this time, but they don't want to stay here, they can't sit still for a moment, they shout when they get here, they have to go to the village to visit."

Zhang Lao said with a smile, although he said so, but from his eyes, when he talked about his students, he was still very proud.

At this time, Mobei stepped forward and said loudly: "Please be quiet, the village chief has something to say!" ”

Everyone fell silent, sat upright in their seats, and looked at the village chief.

"This time, I invite you to come because we have an old site in Mojia Village, on the outskirts of the Northwest Desert, which used to be the ancestral land of our Mojia family, and our ancestors of the Mojia family used to live and reproduce there, but as time went by, the desertification near there became more and more serious, and our ancestors had to move out. The ruins can still be seen there, but many of the buildings there are covered by sand, and the ruins have sunk a lot, half of them are buried underneath, and it may be dangerous for you to go inside and explore. I don't know what you think? ”

After listening to the words of the old village chief, everyone talked about it, although they had already learned about the relevant situation before coming here, but they did not expect that half of the ruins were buried, and such a situation was not optimistic.

"Old village chief, since we are all here, we must at least take a look before we can make a decision."

Mo Lao smiled, and then looked at everyone.

After a while, everyone in the hall nodded, "Mo Lao is right, after all, they are all here, go and take a look." There is nothing to lose either. ”