"Caught all?"

Zhang Yang heard Chu Ziqiang's excited voice on the other end of the phone, and he also smiled.

If you want to dig my ancestral grave, let's not say if I have it, are you worthy?

"It's all in one go, and the soil workers have confirmed it."

"With himself, a start-up team of 108 people, except for those who died in the grave, and those who are alive will go to prison."

On the other end of the phone, Chu Ziqiang smiled so much that he couldn't have been happier.

The folk archaeological team has made great contributions.

"Has the matter of Second Master Cheng been resolved?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

The grievances and hatreds between tomb robbers are fascinating.

"It should be solved."

Chu Ziqiang glanced at Cheng Laoer, who was sitting on the chair and didn't say a word, and shook his head.

"It's okay to solve it, I still have something to do, today Captain Liu asked me to identify the criminal, I refused, I have to ask."

Zhang Yang was about to hang up the phone.

Can criminals also be identified? Chu Ziqiang was a little puzzled. And Captain Liu's three words directly made him laugh.

"You may not believe it, Captain Liu, he was also arrested by us!"

"Hahaha."

"I don't know which decay gave him the idea, pretending to be an antique dealer to fish, but we were treated as buyers and caught him."

"Haha, hahaha!"

"Good criminal police captain, went fishing, and was caught......"

Zhang Yang also wanted to laugh at first, but he suddenly realized that he might be the "decaying goods".

As the person who helped Captain Liu come up with ideas, he asked Chu Ziqiang with a calm expression:

"Isn't that funny?"

"Team Liu is contributing to the country's cultural relics protection."

He used his spare time to break into the tomb robbery group, using his body as bait to attract the other party to Linhai. Walking alone in the dark alley, he is talking about people like him. ”

"Give him a little respect!"

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, seeing that Captain Liu had the intention of coming over, Chu Ziqiang's expression also became serious.

"It's me who lost my temper, was young, and was sloppy."

"Fortunately, with you, Master Zhang, you are really the guiding light on the road of my life, with you in our archaeological team, we will definitely walk on the right path......"

"Stop!"

Chu Ziqiang scratched his head with a bang, or let's talk about something pragmatic.

"Do you have a chance to get two of those stolen cultural relics to come to the Hailin Museum?"

Zhang Yang believes in the vision of the old tomb robber, any two things will do.

"Of course you can, it's just Master Zhang, when did you officially join our archaeological team?"

Chu Ziqiang's request, if Zhang Yang agrees, he must go to Yanjing as soon as possible to test the certificate of the storage expert of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

He would then become a core member of the civil archaeology team.

"You can join at any time, as long as you are satisfied." Zhang Yang agreed very happily.

The treatment he said was not an annual salary, equity or anything like that.

What Zhang Yang wants is the right of first choice after the discovery of cultural relics by this folk archaeological team.

The good things that have been dug up and seized will be sent to the Hailin Museum first.

It's difficult, at least in Zhang Yang's opinion.

This involves different cultural relics protection policies in different places, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a local museum in Juhu.

But Chu Ziqiang agreed almost without hesitation, and he told Zhang Yang quite proudly:

"Your thoughts are sunny, just be dark."

"As long as we keep a low profile and send things to you first, even if the State Administration of Cultural Heritage comes, we will also ask for your opinions first."

"Of course, if they are like the National Museum to deal with Shaanxi Bo, if they don't return the loan, no one can do anything."

Zhang Yang thought to himself: This is because there are people above you, so you dare to play like this, and if you change the background to a weaker one, you will be detained a long time ago.

There is no problem with the "treatment", and Zhang Yang naturally has no reason to refuse.

The two discussed, and next month, Yanjing and Master Zhang will meet with the expert team of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

……

Zhang Yang thought that this matter had passed like this.

I didn't expect there to be aftermath.

When Station B broadcast live the next day, the first netizen who came up to Lianmai was chased all the way from the comics, the victim of the "Digging the Ancestral Grave Incident to the Head" - the descendants of Zhang Shilang's ancestral grave.

"Master Zhang, we are our family, you can call me Zhang San."

"Hello, Zhang San."

Zhang Yang often heard this name from lawyer Luo, and he always felt that this person wanted to go in.

He looked curiously at the other party's background, as if it was outdoors.

"What are you trying to identify?"

"It's not for appraisal, but I want to ask Master Zhang for your help in the evaluation."

Zhang San turned the camera and was facing a tombstone, next to which was decorated with gray-white stone carvings like archways, which was magnificent.

At first glance, you can tell that it is an ancestral tomb.

After reading the inscription, Zhang Yang found that this person was in front of the ancestral tomb of the Zhang family in the Qianlong period.

The ancestral grave during the day is more lively than at night, with dozens of people divided into two groups and standing separately on both sides of the tombstone.

"Here, it's the county archaeological team." Zhang San helped introduce the contestants.

"This is the descendants of our Zhang family's ancestors."

"Their archaeological team wanted to dig up the ancestral grave of our Zhang family, but fortunately we saw a police car and came to stop it. Otherwise, the ancestral graves that the tomb robbers have not dug up will be dug up by these immoral ones. ”

"Master Zhang, your surname is also Zhang, even if this is not your ancestral tomb, we were a family five hundred years ago. You say, can't you let them dig it? ”

Zhang San pointed to the people of the archaeological team and said loudly.

This question is so difficult!

Zhang Yang pinched his fingers, a little tangled.

The last time I encountered such a difficult question was last time.

The ancient tombs of the Qianlong period were destroyed by tomb thieves, and it is reasonable for the archaeological team to carry out rescue excavations.

As a descendant, it is also reasonable for Zhang San to protect his ancestral tomb from being destroyed.

Zhang Yang glanced at the hoes, sickles, shovels and other weapons in the hands of the descendants of the Zhang family, and estimated that the archaeological team would not be able to start work today.

"You're connected to Curator Zhang, aren't you?"

On the other end of the video, another middle-aged man's voice suddenly came.

The other party soon appeared in front of the camera, it was Lao Xing, the captain of the county archaeological team, he knew Zhang Yang, and he knew that it was the deputy director of the Hailin Museum who appreciated the treasure.

"The police saw their menacing attitude and persuaded us to go back, but I was not afraid."

Lao Xing lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a sauce-burst tone.

"Moreover, whether this Zhang Shilang is the ancestor of their family is doubtful to me."

"We have a family tree." Zhang San retorted.

He beckoned to the descendants of the Zhang family in the distance, and soon someone walked up with several thick genealogies.

"Buried in this tomb is the thirteenth generation of our Zhang family, the most promising Zhang Chunji of the pure character generation."

"Master Zhang, a name like yours is a Yang character in our genealogy."

Zhang San was obviously prepared, flipped through the genealogy, and quickly found the page of "Yangzi Generation".

"My real name is Zhang Huowang, the fire word generation, you are speaking according to the generation...... It's from my grandfather's generation. ”

"Uncle Yang!"

Zhang San screamed without twisting.

[Hahaha, filial piety is dead]

[Congratulations to Master Zhang, I hugged my grandson in advance]

[As a fan of Master Zhang, I can barely recognize an uncle and grandfather]

"Don't don't, I don't have to be named after your genealogy."

Zhang Yang hurriedly waved his hand, this "grandson" was running to fifty years old, and he recognized his life.

"Definitely, don't believe Uncle Yang, tell me, which generation is your father from?"

"My dad...... It's called insolence. ”

"Insolent, flamboyant, Master Zhang, your family's name is getting more and more low-key." Lao Xing said beside him.

"Crazy word generation......" Zhang San turned over the family tree, but he didn't find this word, and finally glanced at the young man who sent the family tree: "Crazy, it should be the homonym of Kuang, it is Kuang's character." ”

"Uncle Yang, when your father sees me, he wants to call me uncle."

"Good guy, you call me uncle, and I think my dad is a nephew, let's talk about it, right?"

"Well, it's okay to go their separate ways." Zhang San nodded and said.

His uncle became his nephew's son.

Zhang Yang knew that this third person didn't want to fight with an old face, and he had to rely on him.

O iniquity!

Why are you digging the ancestral grave surnamed Zhang? Isn't the surname Liu fragrant?

"Brother, you pick up the genealogy and I'll take a look at it to see when it was handed down." Zhang Yang decided to solve this problem.

"Name: Zhang Family Tree"

"Material: rice paper, ink"

"Production time: 1917"

"This genealogy is an old thing." Zhang Yang affirmed: "It has been passed down for so long. ”

"Captain Xing, this should be his family's ancestral grave."

"Unless it is a traverser, it is impossible for the person who made this genealogy to anticipate today's events in modern times."

"Otherwise, let them protect this tomb by themselves!"

"That's not going to work." Lao Xing refused very decisively: "What is buried in the soil is the state, not their family." ”

"Ah, yes, yes, then I'm going to dig a pit now and bury your mother, and you're going to hand over your mother to the state?" Zhang San retorted angrily.

[Good scolding]

[YYSY, it does make sense]

[The ancestral tomb of the people is not destroyed, so it is directly protected on the spot, the brains of this archaeological team]

[Actually, it's the burial goods in the ancestral grave]

"You ......" Lao Xing wanted to spray, but after glancing at the camera, he thought that he was in the live broadcast, and finally only jumped out of the sentence: "The quality is too low!" ”

"You have quality, your family is buried in the ground, and you haven't handed it over to the state?" Zhang San continued to exert great force.

Zhang Yang watched the play while thinking about what to do.

Seeing a red tarpaulin spread behind the grave, he suddenly remembered something:

Didn't the gang of tomb robbers who had already entered this tomb before?

What about the cave thieves?

Zhang Yang asked the two directly: "What about the cave robbery?" ”

"We're covered up and we're afraid of water." Zhang San pointed to the tarpaulin.

"Is there anyone in the archaeological team who can drill a thief hole?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

"What? We are serious archaeology, Director Zhang, don't take us to work! ”

Lao Xing smelled a smell of danger, but it was too late.

The flamboyant mind has been completely opened.

"The archaeological team found someone who could enter the robbery cave, went to the grave to take a look, and brought out all the cultural relics that had been exposed."

"If the tomb robbers had opened the coffin, they would have found a way to seal the coffin and let the deceased continue to sleep."

"Big brother." Zhang Yang communicated directly with Zhang San: "Do you think it's safe to bury all the things inside?" ”

"Actually, it's not like this, because the fact that there is a treasure in your tomb has been exposed, and there will definitely be tomb robbers in the future."

"We can protect it." Zhang San said with an oath.

"I'm sure you can, but what about two or three hundred years from now?" Zhang Yang's soul tortured: "Young people don't even want to plant land, you let them guard the ancestral grave?" ”

"Will there be no tomb robbers in two or three hundred years?"

Zhang Yang's thinking is very clear, Qianlong's ancient tomb will be more valuable in the future, because the old ones have been dug up.

But take out the burial goods in the tomb, put them in the museum, and then put up a sign of "Cultural Relics Protection Unit" outside.

At the same time, it is clearly written on the back of the sign that the burial relics have been taken away by the archaeological team, so the tomb is basically safe.

Who will have nothing to do to dig an empty grave?

In this way, the descendants of the Zhang family can also have a place to "recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors".

Zhang Yang's statement successfully moved Zhang San.

"Uncle Yang, just do as you say, but I think the museum is somewhat interesting."

"Don't worry about this." Zhang Yang substituted for the museum: "If it doesn't mean anything, then it's not interesting enough." ”

Zhang Yang felt that the matter had been solved perfectly, but he didn't expect that Captain Xing was the reincarnation of the stone in the pit, very hard, and still insisted:

"I don't agree."

"The contents of the coffin also have very precious cultural relics, such as the hanging ornaments on the deceased's body, the clothes worn, the jade products stuffed in the body, and even the coffin itself, which can become the museum's collection."

"Director Zhang, you should understand what I said."

After hearing this, Zhang Yang really wanted to wave his hand to Zhang San and say:

Bury this surnamed Xing, dig it up, and send it to the museum for exhibition.

However, looking at the angry expressions of the Zhang family, they are already on the verge of exploding, and they can't talk nonsense.

[This archaeological captain is a real sand sculpture]

[I don't even let go of other people's coffins, right]

[I thought it was the villagers making trouble unreasonably]

Zhang Yang originally thought that the problem was Zhang San.

I never thought of it!

"Uncle, calm down."

Zhang Yang didn't want his Xiaopo station to cause a bloody case when it premiered, and he suggested:

"Since the county archaeological team is so difficult to communicate, then don't communicate with them."

"I'll send an archaeological team over and arrange your side."

"The archaeological team?" Captain Xing on the side seemed to have heard some joke: "Hahaha, why do you have an archaeological team ......in your private museum?"

Zhang Yang automatically filtered out this noise.

The job of slapping the face has no connotation, so leave it to Chu Ziqiang, the second generation.

"Uncle, let's talk about this first, what's the problem, wait and communicate with the new archaeological captain."

Zhang Yang discussed with Baoyou, and after disconnecting the microphone, he immediately joined the group of the archaeological team and took a look at Chu Ziqiang.

"Captain Chu, come to work, I'll give you an address near the sea later, and bring someone over quickly."

"The tomb of the Qianlong period stole the rest from the boss."

"After taking the things, remember to backfill them, and contact them in time if you have any questions."

At this time, Xiao Chu, who was writing an action report in the hotel, saw Zhang Yang's message and fell into deep thought.

What do you mean by "they steal the leftovers", and why do you want to "backfill it"?

In the group, Mao Qiqi has already replied to the message:

"Don't worry, the amount of backfill work I made is very small."

When Chu Ziqiang saw this, he couldn't help it anymore:

"Everyone, this is the archaeological team, not the old nine gates!"

(End of chapter)