The early morning fog, mixed with cold air, swished along the cracks into people's clothes.

Wang Xiaoquan walked in the middle with the total station on his back, and there were two escort messengers on the left and right, and the three of them took turns to carry this weighty total station.

There were more than a dozen of them in this group, walking among the mountains in the south, looking for a way where there was no road, crossing cliffs, climbing mountains and wading through rivers for more than three hours before they reached the ruins of a mountaintop.

They got off at six o'clock in the morning and arrived at the foot of the mountain, and it was already half past nine o'clock.

After determining the tentative place, everyone raised their eyes to look, and saw that the ruins were hidden in a patch of grass, a few trees grew crookedly, only a few low walls were prostrate on the ground, and the rest had long been submerged in the grass.

"Everyone take a break from their saliva."

Because the old man with a gray beard took off the hat on his head and fanned the wind, beckoned everyone to sit down, and gave an uneasy command.

"If you want to eat, you can't eat it now, take this breath and eat it again, otherwise you will be careful of stomach pain."

The three-hour journey made everyone's back and legs weak from tiredness, and now it doesn't matter if it's dirty or not, find a relatively flat place and sit down.

A group of people drank water, ate and ate, and didn't care about the beautiful scenery around them, no matter how good they looked, they were not in the mood to look at it after three hours of tiredness.

The mountains in the south are dark green even in winter from a distance, and you can only see the dead grass and fallen leaves on the ground when you get closer.

It wasn't until the group took a breath that someone began to speak.

"This is the legendary Kinpeiji Temple?"

Wang Xiaoquan had sugar in his mouth, and his voice was a little slurred.

Tang Pingping pulled the dead leaves on the ground with her feet.

"Anyway, the route we are looking for in the county chronicle is like this, it should be right, but the destruction is a bit serious, the county chronicle said that it was built at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, and it was abandoned in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, and the time is not too long, and there are few people here, so it stands to reason that it should not be destroyed so thoroughly."

"So it's up to us to discover the secret."

A boy with a comb pounding his legs.

Tang Pingping muttered quietly when she heard this.

"What are you excavating, what are you excavating, for more than a year, we have stepped on the dots everywhere, no matter what we excavate, we can't take it, either in the car, or on the way to the car, and I don't know what the professor is looking for."

She studied archaeology, and since then, she has always been told to go for a conservation excavation when a tomb has been destroyed or stolen.

I have never been like this now, digging a little, finding that something is wrong, and leaving immediately, this is not like archaeology, this is like stepping on the tomb robbery.

In the past year, all the work has been started by them, and they have started to change places within two days, and the follow-up work and results have all been taken over by others.

This kind of thing is for her, who is a newcomer to archaeology, how to think about it.

Wang Xiaoquan saw that the atmosphere was wrong, took out his mobile phone and began to play a round.

"When I saw Shi Hu just now, I took a photo, which of you wants?"

At this point, all the young people were in good spirits.

"I want it, I want it."

"I want it too, that stone tiger is so sensitive, I saw a tail, you can still take a photo, your hand speed is too fast!"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoquan couldn't help but be proud.

"That's my sharp eyes, I was the first to see it, and when I saw it, I took a picture with my mobile phone, and then I greeted you."

This caused a burst of boos from everyone.

"We all want it, it's troublesome to pass it on one by one, you can send it to a small group."

Wang Xiaoquan stood up with his mobile phone to find a signal, and finally shook his head regretfully.

"It's another place where there's no signal, let's go back, and when I get back to a place where there's a signal, I'll post the photo in our small group."

No signal is a common thing for them, and there is nothing to complain about.

"Okay, don't forget that."

A middle-aged man of forty years old sitting next to the old man smiled as he watched the interaction of the young people.

"It's still young and good, I've walked such a long way, and I've only rested for a while before I'm refreshed again, how can it be like us, I'm old, I still have leg cramps now."

"Alas~, you can't say that, if you want to be old, you're old, I'm not old, I'm in good shape now, but I don't lose to a young man at all."

The person who spoke was from the Northeast as soon as he heard the voice, and his voice was loud and clear.

"I really don't like to stay here and in the south this winter, because I'm almost rheumatized in the winter."

After everyone spoke for a while, the uncle with a northeastern accent stood up and greeted everyone.

"Okay, okay, this breath is also breathing, and it should be frozen numb when you sit on your hands and feet, so you can stand up and move, and find a good position to support all the equipment."

Although everyone was still very tired, the clammy and cold air of the southern winter stared at them like a poisonous snake spitting letters, threatening them to climb on them if they didn't move.

"Okay."

A group of people scrambled to their feet, looking for a suitable place to place the instruments.

This work is familiar to these young people, and they quickly find a good position, and the first step is to pull weeds.

After working for half a day to clean up a clean area, everyone began to set up instruments and instruments, and those who took the hand shovel began to dig, each performing its duties in an orderly manner.

After the preliminary work was ready, the old man, who had not spoken for a long time, carefully took out a tightly wrapped anti-collision metal in a towel from the schoolbag behind his back.

He took the box and approached Tang Pingping, who was digging a hole.

Next to it was a large sheet of plastic sheeting, on which were placed more than a dozen small mounds of earth.

The soil was dug out by Tang Pingping with a shovel and stacked according to the distance dug vertically downward, and each small mound was numbered.

There are four or five of them on the site of this plastic sheeting.

The old man opened the box in his hand, and there was a golden ginkgo leaf lying inside.

He carefully took out the leaves, buried them in the first mound, and after five minutes he took them out, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual about the leaves, he was not discouraged, and continued to bury the leaves in the next mound.

He's been doing this job for a year, and he's mentally stable.

Archaeology requires patience.

Colleagues and students around him were not curious when they saw his strange behavior, and at first, they thought that the professor might have taken the wrong medicine, but now they are indifferent to this obviously somewhat abnormal behavior.

When the leaves were taken out of the thirteenth mound, the old professor glanced at them and did not pay much attention to them, and buried the leaves in the fourteenth mound.

Tang Pingping, who was drinking water next to her, suddenly widened her eyes at this moment.

"Professor, the leaf stalk of the ginkgo biloba I just saw seems to be green!"

(End of chapter)