Looking at the stone platform, Ding Cong subconsciously wanted to shout, but before he could shout, the door opened, and Weichen walked into the house with the roasted cold noodles he didn't know where to go.

"Weichen, is that person your senior brother Eile Chen?" Ding Cong glanced at him as Weichen entered the room, and then stared at the person on the stone platform.

Weichen turned his head to look at it, and said indifferently, "That's right, leave him alone." Let's try the grilled cold noodles, this one tastes good. Then he put the cold noodles on the table and began to look around the room for something to use.

"Go and tell him, that stone platform is not allowed to go up, it's too dangerous" Before he finished speaking, Ding Cong shut up, and then worded the words, "Then let him come down, let other tourists see it's not good." ”

Weichen laughed for a while before running out and pulling him into the house.

After entering the house, Ding Cong and the two looked at each other for a long time and did not speak, and Weichen did not pay attention to them, and ate by himself. Ding Cong looked at Le Lu and felt a little complicated in his heart, and he didn't know whether to thank him or hate him. He saw a calm face, just looking at Ding Cong and smiling, without any intention of breaking the deadlock.

Ding Cong thought about it carefully, judging from the content of eavesdropping on the conversation between Weichen's master and apprentice, what happened to him was all arranged by the guy named Wu Yu, and he had no reason to blame him. However, as the first executor who pulled himself into the water, there will be some resentment.

"Mr. Eller. Ding Cong held back for a long time before he said four words in a steady tone.

"Mr. Ding Cong. He didn't say much, and replied with four words lightly.

"Are you two interesting? Come and eat cold noodles, if it is colder, it won't taste good. Weichen felt a little unbearable, and hurriedly stood up to play the round.

The two still didn't say anything, one still standing by the door, and the other still sitting on the bed. After a little more cold, he broke the deadlock first.

"I lived in the north when I was very young, although there is still some distance, but when I come here, I naturally think of my hometown, especially every time I stand on the stone platform and look into the distance, the continuous mountains and rivers are like the holy mountains of my hometown, and the vehicles flowing below are like galloping horses. When he said this, he naturally expressed a deep longing for his hometown on his face.

"It's so hard that you've never been back to see it?" Ding Cong looked at the performance of Eile and knew that he was not lying, and the complicated emotions in his heart were also dispelled by these words, and he was naturally brought up by Eile.

"I haven't returned, this is the most recent, so I pestered the master to come over. Of course, part of the reason is to come to meet you. He retracted his thoughts and smiled at Ding Cong.

"See me?"

"Yes, you're not an ordinary presence in my heart. The person who can be remembered by the ancestor is definitely not ordinary. When he mentioned his ancestor, his eyes lit up obviously.

"Okay, although I don't know why yet, but your ancestor should be a very powerful person, right? The unhappiness in Ding Cong's heart gradually rose.

Seeing that Ding Cong was a little unkind in his words, he didn't continue. Instead, he politely pulled up Weichen and said to Ding Cong, "Have a good rest, this kid has a broken mouth, don't keep dangling around you, it will affect your mood." After speaking, he ignored Weichen's protest and forcibly dragged him away.

Looking at the two people who were far away, Ding Cong's favor for Ele instantly rose a lot, after all, how pure the world is without Weichen!

Three days, five days, a week, three weeks, a month. Between the change of the sun and the moon, Ding Cong returned to his previous life. The only difference is that I have become a cultivator, and there are many more cultivators around me and my friends and colleagues. But except for Chen Dong and Niu Dali, who have already shown their bodies, it is not clear who else is. However, according to Ding Cong's guess, Ren Jie should also be a cultivator, and these cultivators should be from different sects, even if they don't know each other's identities, they are also monitoring each other, but Ding Cong himself can't tell the difference.

After that day, Chen Dong put away his enviable status as a civil servant, threw himself into his work, and never said anything about cultivation to Ding Cong again. Niu Dali also seemed to have found the focus of his work, and kept circling around Chen Dong, offering tea and cigarettes, which was called a courtesy.

Director Zhao still insisted on safety, and Brother Jie continued to receive him. The rest of the people are also busy with their own work, everything is so natural, and there is no trace of turbulence in life.

After Le Ji took Weichen away, Ding Cong never saw them again, like tourists who came here, came and went in a hurry. If it weren't for the fact that Ding Cong could still continue to enrich the soul power crystals in his body, it was very likely that the peaceful days would make him have the illusion that all this was a dream.

A heavy snowfall in the afternoon finally broke the long calm.

Tourists rushed home because of the heavy snow, and the staff were forced to be on duty en masse because of the heavy snow. The heavy snow for three days completely blocked the road down the mountain, and when everyone was helpless, guests suddenly came, and the curator who never showed up.

The curator Tara is also a wonderful person, since the opening of the museum, he has directly played a big trick, not to mention that Ding Cong has never seen it, and even no one else has seen a real person. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many meritorious photos on the display boards in the museum, I'm afraid no one would know that there was also a curator named Tara here.

On this day when the snow closed the mountain, the legendary curator actually accompanied the guests in person, which was really touching. In particular, the employees, who have been short of food recently, cheered from the bottom of their hearts when they saw the food filled with the off-road vehicle compartment.

Just when everyone's eyes were staring viciously at the pig back hill, Ding Cong finally saw the appearance of the guest. An old man with a red face and high spirits led two young people who were in high spirits. Although the old man was not familiar with it, the two young men were very familiar. After seeing the two of them, the identity of the old man can be known without guessing, it must be their master.

The curator Tara didn't say any nonsense about everyone's hard work, and directly ordered to start a fire and cook together to welcome the visiting important guests, Wei He, the former chief of the general staff of the Northern Military Region.

As soon as this title was announced, three black bars directly appeared on Ding Cong's face, how did the old chief come here? Then he looked at Le Ji and Weichen, and found that these two people were unusual, and stood behind Wei He with their hands down very seriously, like bodyguards and guards.

After a hearty lunch that she hadn't seen for a long time, Tara took Wei He on a tour of the museum. Director Zhao, who was in charge of missions, naturally had to accompany him, Chen Dong, Niu Dali and several other commentators naturally had to follow, and Ren Jie, the director of the office, naturally couldn't escape and followed closely. It was followed by Lu Jingtian, the director of warehouse management, Zou Songhan, the director of finance, Han Liquan, the director of equipment, and the security guard.

Ding Cong followed at the end, looking at the twenty or so people walking in front, a very ridiculous feeling came to his heart. If it weren't for knowing that most of these people were cultivators, I really thought that this was a group of ordinary people seeking opportunities to ascend to the top.

Although the Shangyuan ruins are said to be the companion capital of the Shang people, it is not as people imagine, there are no exquisite pavilions here, there are no tall stone walls, and some are just layers of regular round earthen houses. The gray-black soil layer is distributed throughout the site, the delicate grass mud is exposed under the broken wall, the round pillar holes in the house are scattered on the side of the wall, the compartments with different functions outside the house are scattered and built, there is a courtyard outside the house, and there are drainage, cellars, and ash pits in the courtyard. Every four groups of courtyards form a city, and there are orderly streets and alleys between cities.

The market is distributed on the south side, and the north side is responsible for the place where the patriarch deliberates, lives, worships, and stores. A large circular chamber sits in the middle of the square on the north side, with a round exterior and a square shape, a tall and thick earthen wall, a stone foundation that holds the house high, and a wide doorway with a three-story pedestal extending to the square. Next to the huge council hall are the barns and altars, and on the north side are several separate houses for living, and the whole area is fenced off by boulders, separated from the market.

The entire site is high in the east and low in the west, with only the rammed earth walls on the east side, while the other three sides are surrounded by a deep moat. I really don't know how this strange slope-shaped structure kept the water out of the ring moat when the water was trapped in the capital.

Tara accompanied Wei He as she walked, telling some stories from the original excavation, and everyone who followed her listened carefully.

When Tara talked about the model of house building, even Ding Cong took a few steps closer to listen.

"Chief, the most unique thing about this Shangyuan site is its construction method. Tara said with a smile.

"What's so special about this?" Wei He pretended to be surprised.

"Absolutely. No matter how sturdy the house is, there will always be times when it falls into dilapidation, and normally speaking, once the house has a problem and can no longer live in it, people will choose a place to rebuild or tear down the old one and build it again. But the Shangyuan site is more interesting, they chose to leave part of the original house as a foundation, and then rebuild it on the original site. In the end, all the houses here are taller than when they were first built, and the ruins we see now seem to be on the hillside, and indeed they have been rebuilt and piled up. The original site is one floor lower. "As one of the archaeological excavators of the Shangyuan site, Tara's account is convincing and authentic. That's why these 20 or so people followed.

"Oh, interesting. Will digging a tunnel down there have any impact on this site?" Wei He asked a question that every visitor asks. If the same question is answered by different people, then the answer will be different.

"There is no effect, the tunnel is dug deep and has avoided the bottom of the ruins. Tara replied without any hesitation.

"Well, it's a shame that such a good site would have been destroyed for this reason. You're doing a great job. Wei He said with satisfaction.

Hearing that Tara, the person concerned, said that only the top layer was dug, these people behind them were secretly excited. After all, most people only know the artifact but don't know where it is, a few people know that the artifact is weak water and don't know where it is, and only a few people know both weak water and where it is. Therefore, many people believe that the artifact should have been near the ruins or simply not dug up in the ruins.

In fact, Ding Cong was not surprised by what Tara said, after all, this is what is written in the brochure, but many details are still more credible by those who witnessed it. So when he found that there was excitement in many people, he sighed in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that there were many people, it is estimated that this site would not exist now, right?