Chapter 1330

Chapter 1330

I recalled the mirror I picked up from the rubbish dump in Nanping's engine room and asked Brother Yu what he thought.

Brother Yu smiled and said: "Yunfeng, you are too sensitive. Don't scare yourself. It's just an ordinary old mirror. It's fine."

"I hope so," I said.

Death might really be a relief for him.

We buried Researcher Ma in the open space behind the stone building overnight. This man's life was so miserable that even God could not stand it. Just when we finished burying him, it started to rain lightly.

Xiaoxuan ran to help me keep out the rain with a piece of plastic sheet on her head.

"Hurry into Louyun Peak, or you'll get soaked later."

He ran back with Xiaoxuan and put his head at the door, looking up at the sky in a daze.

There was a loud crack of thunder!

The sound was loud.

He lowered his head and looked at the iron money in his hand, and murmured in a low voice: "Everyone has a mission since birth, so what is our mission..."

"I know!"

Douyazai said loudly: "Boss! Our mission is to rob tombs and open coffins! Get rich! Buy a house and a car! From now on, we will reach the pinnacle of life!"

He shook his head with a smile, and then Brother Yu came out.

"What did you find Wen Bin?"

"I searched everywhere and even looked on the third floor. The only thing that was left by that person was this package."

"Open."

Brother Yu immediately opened the package and found several old-fashioned green aluminum kettles and a yellowed diary inside.

This diary can be regarded as the work record manual of the research team that year. It records in detail what they did and researched after arriving in Muya in 1966.

We also learned about the itinerary of their research team from this only surviving work record.

When they arrived in Muya, they first contacted the "captain of the Xia La Brigade of the Yajiang Solidarity Commune". The captain personally brought two people to escort them into the mountains for research. In July 1966, they discovered the "Batangzha Golden Summit Tombs Group," and wrote an archaeological registration form for the tombs. The level of detail in this record amazed me. We have robbed so many tombs, but we have never recorded any of them.

This record is a table that divides from left to right "the tomb number, direction, burial style, length, width, depth, placement of cultural relics, remarks, etc."

This is the difference between archeology and tomb robbing. In the eyes of those of us, let alone a tomb of the Jin Dynasty, even if we rob the tomb of an emperor, we will not do such a thing. It is too laborious.

This work record has been carefully preserved for 39 years.

I can't do this. For the first time, I admire people of their status from the bottom of my heart.

If I were asked to join the archaeological team and given a toothbrush to slowly brush a bowl of soil in three days, it would be a huge mental torture for me.

I finished reading and turned the pages again.

Suddenly, an inch-long black and white old photo fell out from the diary folder.

I leaned over to take a look and was shocked to find that the background of the photo was the big millstone we passed before. In the photo, seven or eight people were wearing long clothes and long trousers. Among them was a young man sitting on the big millstone, with only a side view.

He frowned: "Yunfeng, do you think this man looks like our guide Lao Fu?"

"Only the profile of the face and the head, it looks a bit like...but doesn't seem to be the same. The person in the photo is too young, so I can't be sure. It's probably not him." I frowned.

"The rain in the mountains is like this. It rains when you say it will. What are you two studying?" At this time, Lao Fu came over while talking.

"nothing."

He quickly put away the photo and said with a smile: "Brother Fu, when do you think this rain will stop?"

"Haha, as the old saying goes, you're not afraid of heavy rain, but you're afraid of light rain that won't stop you from breathing." Lao Fu shook his head: "I think it's been quite rough today. We can only stay here in Shilou to hide from the rain."

After eating dry food in the morning, the Sherpa men were bored, so they sat around on the ground on the first floor and played a gambling game similar to "sieve". Brother Biao also played with them, and a group of old men couldn't understand what they were saying. in Sherpa dialect, sometimes laughing and sometimes shouting.

"Since we have nothing to do, why don't we come and play together, brother?" Brother Biao asked me to join.