Often, it takes one, two months or even longer to prepare a large tomb from the time it is discovered that it has been stolen to the formal rescue excavation.
Some super large tombs require dozens of explorations.
Meetings and discussions can take months or even years.
During the period of research and evaluation, it was not uncommon for the tomb to be stolen again.
Archeology is no better than tomb robbing.
Taking out the burial objects of our ancestors is just a routine procedure.
The top priority is to study and understand the social structure, living customs, and humanistic culture of our ancestors at that time.
"Long Yao. Do you dare?"
Seeing that Long Yao didn't speak, I raised the Dragon Stone Avalokitesvara sign over my shoulder and looked directly into Long Yao's eyes: "Type it out and you take it away."
"I will be your apprentice again and sell you my life."
"Can't hit it..."
I stared at Long Yao quietly, and my eyes exploded with two fireballs that destroyed the world: "Kowtow to me. Be my disciple."
boom!
The whole place was in an uproar, shaking, and the buzzing sound echoed through the clouds.
Suddenly, Long Yao's eyes turned red, and his whole body turned into an erupting volcano, igniting the sky-burning fire and turning the entire Bailu Plain into a hellfire.
Many disciples of Guo Haiqiang, Yu Xiujie, and Wu Jiukan were even more furious, but no one dared to stand up and talk to me.
It is true that pole-driving is the basic skill of every archaeologist, but pole-driving also has high and low levels of strength.
Just like a chef, a person who has been cooking for a lifetime will be just a breadwinner when he dies. Some people can become famous chefs after only one year of training.
Just like the ancestors of the Shang Dynasty yesterday, they could tell where the tombs of several tombs were with just one stroke of the pole, while some people could not know where the tombs were after spending a lifetime with the pole.
I want to use a pole to punch out the standard form of Ba Ling at my feet and then draw a picture...
It’s not impossible! .
All we need is to recruit more people to collect soil from each area, identify the soil quality, and then change places to collect soil and identify the soil quality again, until the entire construction site has been visited...
Finally, make an analysis and summary!
This is the most effective and simplest method.
The only drawback is that he is useless.
In addition to getting enough old birds, you also have to fight for several nights without eating, drinking or sleeping!
Finally, it depends on how high Long Yao's tomb debate level is.
But if one wants to figure out the formal specifications of this tomb, there is no need to even think about it!
Even the ancestors of Shang could not guarantee that they would be able to complete it when they were at their peak.
This is the mausoleum of Emperor Wen of Han Dynasty!
I stared straight into Long Yao's triangular eyes and asked in a voice as cold as ice: "Do you dare? Give me a break!"
I kept asking Long Yao's old face from black to purple, from purple to white, and then from white to green. His eyes were red and red, but he didn't dare to respond.
Seeing Long Yao's deflated appearance one after another, the people around him were shocked and surprised, which even made me sweat.
Wu Jiukan, Yu Xiujie and a group of disciples were so angry that their spirits exploded.
"I heard you say just now that you claim to be a great master of archeology who has few achievements left..."
"You don't even dare to take this job?"
"Are you worthy of being a Grand Master?"
I nailed Long Yao and continued to attack and persecute with a shrill voice: "Long Old Dog. Visiting the grave, your apprentice can't detect me. Nine Palaces Bagua, your apprentice still can't beat me!"
"I can throw some rice out and let a field mouse eat it, and it will be found faster than you."
"What kind of general counsel do you have for Bi Lian Zheng?"
"What kind of life do you have left in this world?"
When these words came out, Long Yao's lungs exploded with anger and his body trembled.
Long Yao's disciples collectively exploded!
Wu Jiukan shouted sternly: "Master Tong, I'm going to compete with you!"
Cheng Xinhua looked up to the sky and roared: "Tong, if I compete with you, if I lose, I will let you do whatever you want."
Guo Haiqiang's eyes were cracked with murderous intent and he was carrying him
Zole strode over: "Bronze Lion, I'm going to fucking kill you!"
Yu Xiujie grabbed Guo Haiqiang and shouted in a deep voice: "Master Tong. If you have the guts, you can do it."
I shouted coldly without looking back: "If I fight, what will you lose to me?"
Yu Xiujie had a ferocious look on his face, raised his pole and shouted word by word: "Are these hands enough?"
I shouted loudly: "Not enough!"
Suddenly, Yu Xiujie's angry expression condensed, his eyes burst out with the bright light from the center of the sun, and his lips trembled crazily.
I stared at Long Yao coldly, turned my head and looked sideways at Yu Xiujie, and walked forward with my hands behind my back.
"Yu Xiujie, don't say you lose my hands, even if you lose my life..."
"Even if all the heads of your brothers and sisters are put together, in my eyes, they are just a few worthless stinkers."
Hearing this, Long Yao's disciples were so angry that one Buddha was born, two Buddhas were reborn, and three corpse gods jumped into rage!
But I didn't care and stared at Long Yao to death, and then beat him mercilessly: "Work hard to rule Emperor Wen of Han, and continue to fight for the Long family army!"
"Long Yao..."
"Do you think you are worthy of such a slogan?"
"What is it about you that is worthy of the words "carry on the past and open up the future?"
"Old man!"
These words directly pushed Long Yao to the edge of the cliff, with no way to retreat.
Yu Xiujie and others were all furious, clenching the poles and bursting into anger.
Everyone at the scene held their breath, not even daring to take a breath.
Long Yao stood there neither shaking nor trembling, his face became extremely calm, and a magical and mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It has to be said that Long Laogou was able to maintain his appearance even after suffering such a blow, which is enough to make people admire him.
I cursed a bitch secretly, smiled ferociously at Long Yao, walked indifferently to the field, and casually picked up my pole: "Long Yao, old dog. Yesterday, I taught you how to rub soil with your hands..."
"Today, I will teach your apprentice how to play pole again!"
"Let me see everything clearly..."
"I stopped doing this hand job when I was twelve years old!"
As I said that, I hit the first shot on the ground.
Within ten seconds, the pole was raised, and he moved forward to score the second shot.
Lift up, move forward, lower the club, pull the lever out, move forward again, lower the lever again...
