Linhai City, Chentang Village.

A Wuling Hongguang van stopped at the entrance of the village.

The fourth grave robber walked in front, and behind him were Xiang Tou and the other two members of the team.

On top of their heads, everyone wears a red hard hat.

Occasionally, when a villager passed by and asked them what they were here for, they would point to the sign on their hats and say:

"We are experts in the design of transmission lines in the province, and there is a high-voltage line that is going to pass by you, so come and take a field trip."

Such an explanation is quite convincing.

So even if they stood next to the ancestral tomb of the Zhang family during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, pointing at the surrounding terrain and marking the ground, no one was suspicious.

The villagers just came to remind them that there were a lot of descendants of this ancestral tomb, and they hoped that their wires could be as far away as possible.

Xiang used this method to determine the location of the three Ming and Qing tombs surnamed Zhang in one day, as well as the follow-up construction plan.

After finishing work, the fourth child turned on the comic as usual and used a short video to eat.

As he ate, he suddenly discovered a blind spot.

"Look, I've got a serious problem. This Master Zhang, he doesn't broadcast live at night! ”

No matter how rampant the tomb robbers are, they also work at night.

This is especially true for the safety-conscious team of Xiang Boss.

"It's okay, let's go to his live broadcast room to preview it." Xiang Tou had already thought of a countermeasure: "Remember to use the trumpet to connect the microphone, use the overseas IP over the wall, and solve the battle within fifteen seconds." ”

"Safety first."

The next afternoon, when Zhang Yang was broadcasting normally, he connected to a newly registered trumpet.

The other party did not show his face, but showed a Luoyang shovel in the camera.

"Baoyou, why does the soil on your Luoyang shovel look like it hasn't been dug up for a long time?"

"Stop it, Azu, the live broadcast room is full of Jackie Chan."

[I haven't shoveled Luoyang now, I'm embarrassed to say that I am a fan of Master Zhang]

[The soil on this Luoyang shovel is not right, why is it not stratified]

[If you layer it, it will really shovel to the tomb]

"How can a freshly explored tomb not be new soil?" The eleventh member of the gang replied.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang took it for granted that Baoyou was doing the whole job.

Before he could answer the stalk, the other party's mouth suddenly said a lot of words like Gatling, and then hung up the microphone directly.

"Master Zhang, we know that you are very hard in the background, but don't be hard yet."

"At eight o'clock tonight, if you have the ability, you will start the broadcast, and I will let you see what a real tomb robbery is."

"If you don't dare to start broadcasting, forget it, but in the end you will regret it."

What the other party said, there was a feeling of a primary school student making a fight, and Zhang Yang originally felt that it would pass with a smile.

But the audience disagreed.

I have to let him start the broadcast at night and take a look at the microphone to see if it is really a tomb robbery.

The night is Tanabata, and for single dogs, being idle is also idle, how can you not watch it if there is excitement?

"Alright, brothers, let's spend the evening together."

Zhang Yang should accept it, and the broadcast will start on time in the evening.

Starting at 7:50, after chatting with the barrage for ten minutes, the tomb robbers arrived as promised.

"Turn on the lights, brother!"

The video footage of the other party was pitch black, and only the sound of someone's breathing could be heard.

"Don't worry, come, give me a light."

Soon, in the dim light, an off-white tombstone appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

It reads: [Qing Xian Kao's Tomb of Zhang Taigong]

"I'll go, you're really robbing the tomb?"

Zhang Yang glanced at the barrage, the Internet police are not there, there are people here to realize.

"Are you panicking? Master Zhang? A sneer came from the other end of the video: "Is this your ancestral grave?" ”

"The squire's tomb, I guess there are a lot of good things in it, hehe."

Hearing the other party's smug laughter, Zhang Yang was a little confused.

He pretended to be very angry and said: "Do you really dare to dig people's ancestral graves in front of tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room?" ”

"What's not to dare?"

"Unexpectedly, if you report tomb robbers every day, one day, your ancestral grave will also be dug up by us."

"Hahahaha."

After the rampant laughter, the tomb robber took the initiative to disconnect the microphone.

[It won't really be the ancestral tomb of Master Zhang]

[I didn't expect the master ancestor to be so broad, and he was still a waiter]

[It's better to dig it yourself, it's cheap tomb robbers now]

[Teacher, don't get angry, let's call the police first]

Alarm?

Zhang Yang also wanted to call the police, but what did he say when he called the police?

This is not his ancestral tomb, Huaxia is so big, it doesn't rely on network positioning, where to find it.

Also, the other party's way of acting, no matter how you look at it, looks like you're here to take revenge on yourself.

Zhang Yang was still muttering in his heart, and another application for Lianmai popped up.

A two-level trumpet with unknown IP, the same as the previous one.

After this connection, the other party has already turned on the lights.

"Do you want to track the Internet, I'm sorry, I can't do it~" The tomb robber said in a weird way.

"Did you see this copper furnace, you used this to incense your ancestors, right? I TM straight kick! ”

The tomb robber said he would do it, stretched out his foot and kicked the incense burner fiercely, but only a scream came!

"Ahh

"Why is this incense burner TMD welded to the ground!"

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head, this kind of person is hopeless.

"Remind you, this is really not my ancestral grave."

"And [Ci Shilang] is an official who spends money to donate to the dead, and it looks better written on the tombstone, not a real waiter."

"You're trying to lie to us now, it's too late!" The tomb robber gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, in ten minutes, I'll let you see your ancestor's burial goods." ”

"When the time comes, you can help you estimate the price and see how much it can be sold for."

After saying this, the microphone was broken again.

At this time, the supernumerary staff in the live broadcast room couldn't hold back.

Captain Liu of the Public Security Bureau called directly:

"Can't you just talk to them a little longer? Team Sun, they didn't position it so quickly! ”

"I want to too, but their anti-reconnaissance awareness is really powerful."

Zhang Yang was very helpless, although he had no fear, but the other party was so crazy that it was a bit unreasonable not to go in.

"In that case, you tell us where your ancestral grave is, and we will send someone to guard it."

Captain Liu came up with a solution that was not a solution, and he could also see that this group of tomb robbers came to publicize it.

It's probably the same Xiang Tou mentioned earlier.

"I don't have an ancestral grave."

"That's broken." Captain Liu's tone became heavy: "Other people surnamed Zhang in our city are going to suffer. ”

"Or, let me tell them, in fact, my real name is Liu?" The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more he felt that there was a drama: "It's normal for the anchor's real name and stage name to match, so it may confuse them." ”

"This method is too dangerous for me."

Captain Liu didn't want to take risks, he still hoped that Zhang Yang could delay time.

He waited to contact the Cultural Relics Bureau, and ancient tombs with tombstones like this should be recorded.

"How do you delay the time?"

Before Zhang Yang could think about it, the tomb robber's Lianmai came again:

"Come on, Master Zhang, look at what your ancestors are buried with."

The other party took out a blue and white wine jug, which was the same as the one used in the ancient restaurant.

Zhang Yang ignored him, but asked:

"Do your feet still hurt?"

"I'll let you see things!"

"I just want to know, do your feet still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, you take a look at things first."

"Well, don't kick the censer like that next time. Even if you don't kick yourself, it's not good to kick out and smash flowers and plants! ”

Zhang Yang was stuck on the verge of the other party's rampage, and did not continue to chatter.

He glanced at the flask casually, immediately widened his eyes, covered his mouth and said in surprise:

"Baoyou, aren't you Yuan Qinghua?"

Happy Holidays to all!

(End of chapter)