"Bury people, bury people, what are you doing killing horses?"

"There is a saying that this is the steppe people's version of the living sacrifice." Cheng Lao Er explained.

These statements are basically consistent with what Zhang Yang has learned.

In the 98th year of the Yuan Dynasty, there were 15 emperors, but until now, there is still no imperial tomb of the Yuan Dynasty that has been discovered.

It's this kind of burial.

However, the owner of this Yuan Dynasty tomb under everyone's feet is a little "naughty".

He didn't know which Song Dynasty tomb he stole and transported all the stone statues in front of people's tombs.

The last person to do this kind of operation was Qianlong, who dismantled the golden silk nanmu in the Ming Tomb and built a palace for himself.

"Then why are there stone statues from the Song Dynasty here?" Wei Fuguang asked.

This question can be answered by Zhang Yang.

Since ancient times, dynasties have changed from old to new, and there is a tradition of tomb robbing.

[Erfeng Erlu, people's fat and people's ointment], the same goes for funeral goods.

The people who sit on the throne have changed, and the treasures looted by the emperor in the previous dynasty should naturally change their owners, and they can't hide if they are buried in the ground.

The imperial tomb of the Qin Dynasty was robbed by Xiang Yu;

The imperial tomb of the Western Han Dynasty was stolen by the Red Mei Army, and they were the prototype of the Jieling Lux;

The imperial tomb of the Eastern Han Dynasty was dug up by Cao Cao, and the Touching Jin Captain and the Faqiu Heavenly Officials came from this;

Most of the imperial tombs of the Tang Dynasty were given to Huo Huo by Wen Tao, a Liang native of the Five Dynasties period;

The imperial mausoleum of the Northern Song Dynasty was stolen by Liu Yu, the puppet emperor of Qi supported by the Jin State;

In the imperial mausoleum of the Southern Song Dynasty, the people of the Yuan Dynasty almost did not leave one, and all of them were dug cleanly......

“…… The people of the Yuan Dynasty robbed the tomb very much, and they didn't even let go of the stone statue in front of the tomb. Zhang Yang said with some emotion.

"Is there an ancient tomb of the Song Dynasty around here?"

"Nope." Cheng Lao Er shook his head and replied, "One or two places have been found in the Han Dynasty, but they were emptied hundreds of years ago. ”

"Is there an ancient tomb from the Han Dynasty nearby?" Wei Fuguang looked at Wei Laosan with a suspicious expression: "Why haven't I heard of it?" ”

"I haven't heard of it either." Wei Laosan was also puzzled.

"This ...... Not critical. ”

Zhang Yang pulled away this somewhat dangerous topic:

"Alright, the tomb has been found, it's time to call it a day."

"Call it a ???"

When the others present heard this, they all expressed their incomprehension.

Just found the tomb, you're going to call it a day now?

"Brother Yang, to be honest, I want to dig." Wei Fuguang confessed.

"Why don't you see what the tombs of the Yuan Dynasty look like? I've never dug anything like this. Mao Seventeen echoed.

"I haven't seen it either." Cheng Lao Er expressed the same idea.

"I agree ......"

The sound of support, instantly took over.

Zhang Yang only realized at this time that the people who came here with him seemed to have more or less problems.

Can this Yuan Dynasty tomb be dug?

Of course you can, but you can't dig in front of so many people by the people you brought.

"Awe, what if, I mean, what if your ancestors are buried in this ground?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Wei Fuguang waved his hand again and again: "Three generations of my ancestors and grandchildren are all Han people, and they have nothing to do with the grassland people. ”

"It can't be so absolute, there were still many Han people among the ministers and generals of the Yuan Dynasty back then. Kublai Khan's early policies were better for the Han than for his fellow villagers......"

The main basis for Zhang Yang's thinking is the statues of the Yuan Dynasty in the village, as well as the bronze mirror of the old village chief [supervised by the Liaodong Road Transfer Division].

Sanchuan City is more than 2,000 miles away from Liaodong Road.

How could the mirror of Liaodong Road in the Jin Dynasty be passed on to the old village chief in an orderly manner?

Combined with the historical fact that the Yuan Dynasty absorbed a lot of local Han soldiers into the army after destroying the Jin State, everything seems to make sense.

But Wei Fuguang was very unwilling to listen to this statement, and he asked Zhang Yang in a stunned manner:

"Then Brother Yang, what do you mean is that my ancestors are rare in the Song Dynasty?"

"I think you're a bit insulting."

"I think so." Wei Laosan next to him mixed in.

As Wei Fuguang's fellow countryman, he stood up and supported:

"I can testify that they are the Wei family, and the ancestor is a general."

"Oh? General? ”

Zhang Yang looked at Wei Fuguang in surprise, and the latter's expression was more surprised than his.

"How did I not know? Why do you know better than I do about my ancestors? ”

"Because my ancestors are also great generals, Wei and Wei, two generals, guarding this place. One husband is a pass, ten thousand people are not open, have you heard of it? ”

"That's all right." Zhang Yang said with a clear face.

When future generations talk about their ancestors, they will subconsciously beautify them.

General? The big head soldier is right.

This place in Sanchuan City, going back a thousand years, is a deserted ravine, what is the general guarding here? Could it be a monster on the mountain?

It should be the ordinary soldiers who are guarding the tomb here.

The flamboyant analysis is well-founded and convincing.

However, Wei Fuguang would rather believe that his "Wei" is a minority surname, and he does not believe that his ancestors are rare.

"So do you still dig it now?"

Mao Qiqi held a shovel, waiting for the final decision.

"Don't dig, don't dig."

Wei Fuguang completely gave up the idea of digging graves.

Whether it is his ancestors buried in the ground, or the people his ancestors want to protect, it is not easy for him, as a descendant, to do it.

He sighed and comforted the younger brothers who came with him:

"At night, the largest nightclub in Sanchuan City, you can consume as much as you want, and I will treat you."

"Cut! Boring. ”

Mao Qiqi waved his hand disdainfully, turned around and left.

Zhang Yang began to instruct everyone to bury the dug up horse bones again.

This address is written down, in case life can't go on in the future, this is the place to make a comeback.

……

In the evening, when they came out of the nightclub, everyone drank meat and vegetables.

Although Zhang Yang didn't drink much, the room was so noisy that he didn't notice that someone was missing.

It wasn't until he returned to Linhai the next morning that Cheng Lao Er, who had sobered up, called Zhang Yang and said:

Mao Seventeen is lost!

The phone was not answered, the message was not returned, and it was likely that he returned to Weijiagou Village.

What are you going back for?

Of course, he went to the tomb of the Yuan Dynasty that he hadn't dug up.

It's worth it!

Zhang Yang hurriedly called Wei Fuguang and asked his cousin to take a few people to the mountains to have a look.

Look at the vicinity of the tomb of the Yuan Dynasty, whether there are newly dug pits, holes, etc., and also pay attention to whether there are any places nearby, which feel soft after stepping on it.

I got the news again, and it was already a day later.

The old village chief called Zhang Yang directly.

"We didn't find the entrance to the cave, but we found an old man who had fainted near there."

"It's been sent to the police station."

Old man? Although Mao Qiqi is in a hurry, he is still a little far from the old man.

Zhang Yang asked the old village chief, did Wei Laosan see the old man.

He had seen Mao Seventeen, and it had only been two days since he saw it, so he would definitely recognize it when he saw it.

The other end of the phone replied that Wei Laosan didn't know that person either.

However, the old village chief also said that the person looked a little familiar, and he might be a villager from another nearby village.

"That's it, that hard old village chief!" Zhang Yang hung up the phone with doubts.

Before the phone was put down, another call came in, it was Librarian He.

After connecting, the other party's sad and joyful voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Curator, my cousin, finally, in Sanjiang City, has been arrested!"

(End of chapter)