This old man is also not seen, and he is very polite, the most data-saving mobile phone and an ad-free site.

But looking at the situation in the basement, the archives here in Huixiang are really unmanned, and of course the three of us sent up the strong men can't escape.

There are two elderly people here, and we can't refuse directly.

Picking up our trousers and walking over to the filing cabinets, the three of us got busy.

The basement is full of old files, which should be managed by information now, and these files should also be scanned and entered into the database. However, some paper documents are still preserved, which is equivalent to a backup. Moreover, decades later, if it is possible to make a documentary or do a news interview, it must be to take out a paper file and shoot it, which is more flavorful than calling up the input information in the database.

I've dealt with Minqing's Archives Bureau before. When they were looking for Ye Qing and them, the thin man and the fat man went to the archives bureau several times, and begged for help from others to go through the oldest paper files.

Minqing City is much more prosperous than Huixiang, the administrative level is also higher, and the conditions of the Archives Bureau are naturally much better, at least it is impossible to put the archives in the basement, which will not see the light of day all year round, and there is a risk of flooding. The thin man said that some of the filing cabinets were still sealed, and they were similar to bank vaults. Of course, the files related to Ye Qing and the six villages of workers and peasants are not qualified to be placed in such a special filing cabinet.

I took out the papers from the lower level of the filing cabinet, and they were all wet and dripping with water from below. When I opened the file bags, the yellowed paper inside was already blurred, and it was soaked in water, and most of it was ruined. Even some of the portfolios themselves have become brittle and soft due to the passage of time, and the situation is even worse now.

I was a little helpless, so I could only take a cursory look at the names and classifications recorded on these portfolios, work first, and then see if there were any documents about the history of Huixiang.

"Ahem......"

On the other side of the room, the old man coughed twice. The uncle pushed him to rest, but he refused. The voices of the two old men were soft, but intermittent, as if they were chatting about some family things.

Lu Qiaolan called me.

I walked over and saw that she had a file folder spread out in her hand, which was full of plastic film bags, unsealed, but still waterproof.

Lu Qiaolan called me, of course, not because she was simply surprised that there was such a folder in the archives, but because of the contents of that file.

The plastic bag is filled with broken paper, looking at the appearance of the paper, the age is even older, and the words on it are also ancient characters.

I was struggling to watch.

Lu Qiaolan pointed to the complete sentence and said to me: "This is the local chronicle of Huixiang before, where it is written about disaster relief and grain release, and then the number of deaths caused by disasters. ”

I was a little surprised, I didn't expect Lu Qiaolan to understand this.

Lu Qiaolan didn't notice my expression, and pointed to a broken page of paper next to her, "Here is a mention of a wealthy businessman who passed through Huixiang and donated some money. ”

She turned another page.

"Is there any earliest record?" I asked hurriedly.

"This doesn't seem to be the earliest. However, I saw the grass road. Lu Qiaolan turned the page forward and pointed to me, "It's not as exaggerated as the story I heard last time." It was someone who offended the local ruffians and hooligans and was buried in the ground, and when someone found out, he was already dead. The record here is incomplete, so that's all there is to it. ”

I looked at it twice, and I just felt dizzy. Ancient texts, I returned them to the Chinese teacher after graduating from high school, and now after many years, looking at the real ancient texts, not to mention the changes in the complexity and simplicity of the Chinese characters, there is no punctuation alone, and it is even more difficult to read.

Lu Qiaolan put this file aside and changed it to another one.

The files contain fragments, almost all of the paper is damaged, and it is not known what happened back then or where they were found.

I helped Lu Qiaolan find it here, and read some of the content.

Zhuang Huai also came over to help. Like me, he didn't know anything about ancient texts, so he could only pick up the most easily recognizable words and words, and even guess and judge the year.

The three of us were throwing in when the two old men came over.

The uncle said dissatisfiedly: "Let me help, you are lazy here!" ”

"Hey, they're not from our archives in the first place." The old man persuaded.

I asked directly which of these archives was the earliest of its kind. Judging by the order of arrangement in the filing cabinet alone, it does not seem to be arranged by year.

The old man shook his head, "These things are scattered when they are delivered." ”

The uncle added: "Back then, Mr. Zhou sorted it out for a while and sorted it out a little. When he died, no one cared about him. ”

"Mr. Zhou?" I asked, confused. This last name makes me a little concerned.

"It's the old man of our archives, who came back from abroad, and asked the university home. After coming back, he first went to the capital to teach, and then he was old and retired, and then returned to Huixiang. The old man replied.

"Back to Huixiang?" I repeated the old man's words again, and I always felt that there was something hidden in this.

"yes. Mr. Zhou said that his ancestors were from Huixiang, and then moved away, and the specific reason is unknown. When he came back, he wanted to find his roots. Before he could get that in order, he died. The old man sighed.

"We saw some tombstones in Wailing Grave Ridge before, with the word 'Zhou' engraved on them." Zhuang Huai said.

Both old men were surprised.

"Could it be that the ghost who weeps in the grave is Mr. Zhou's ancestor?" Uncle was surprised.

Of course, we can't answer that.

Even if it's true, Mr. Zhou passed away.

"Does he still have a family?" I asked.

The old man shook his head, "He returned to Huixiang alone, and I heard that his wife died before, and he didn't have a son and a daughter." ”

"Where's his relics?" I asked again.

The old man continued to shake his head.

The uncle next to him patted his head, "There's a fountain pen, you forgot?" Or what you told me, it was left to you by Mr. Zhou, and it was worth a lot of money back then, what is the name of Mei, and I always want to ask you to borrow it, and use it to give her man a façade. ”

The old man looked like he was thinking about his memories, and then shook his head and smiled: "People are old, and I can't remember this." ”

"Can you show us the pen?" I asked, expectantly.

If that Mr. Zhou turns into a ghost, his relics are likely to be the clues to find him.

The old man still shook his head, "I don't know where to put it." I haven't seen it in years. ”

That's rejection.

I felt that something was wrong.

"Alas, it's all about things and people, and now there is not even a thing left. When we die, no one will remember Mr. Zhou. Back then, Mr. Zhou also taught me some foreign languages. The uncle sighed with emotion.

"yes." The old man was also embarrassed.

The two of them were going to the bathroom, so they came over to take a look, and after saying this, they were about to go up.

The middle-aged man was still persuading them to rest, these things, wait for other staff to come, and the old man refused with a smile, and his father also loudly reprimanded him for not having a hard-working and down-to-earth work attitude.

The voices of the three men were far away.

Zhuang Huai and the others left, and said, "I'll find a chance to go to his room later." ”