At the end of July 1st, the enthusiasm for Zhou Ming and Cheng Jianjun to go to college had long passed, and life in the courtyard and streets had returned to its previous calm. However, the different experiences of Cheng Jianjun and Zhou Ming had become something that everyone talked about. They all expressed their opinions secretly.
"Hey! Su Meng, you are right. Han Chunming still has some inherent deficiencies." Looking at her graceful granddaughter Su Meng, Grandma Su smiled and said her thoughts, "Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun were killed at the same time. Recommended to go to college, Cheng Jianjun is now almost a celebrity in the 49 cities, but Han Chunming is nothing now."
"Hmph! That's what I'm saying! Han Chunming just can't get on the stage. He's really far behind Cheng Jianjun." Speaking of Han Chunming who used to hang around him, Su Meng hated Han Chunming more than others. , I feel that Han Chunming is a guy who is different from what he looks like.
"Mengmeng, what do you think it would be like if you had some contact with Cheng Jianjun?"
"What are you doing? Grandma, are you so anxious to drive me out of this house?" Su Meng looked at her grandma with a cold eyebrow.
"No! This is not because I am afraid that Cheng Jianjun is too good and won't be snatched away by others later."
"Hey! I, Su Meng, can't look down on a villain like Cheng Jianjun."
"Ouch! My little ancestor! Your vision is too high." Grandma Su said with a wry smile.
"Hmph! I would rather never marry than have to make do with it."
In the past one or two years, Cheng Jianjun has been like a rising star in the struggle, becoming someone's campus agent. Cheng's father and Cheng's mother have also received a certain amount of feedback, and have made some big breakthroughs in career and life. I am even more fortunate to have Cheng Jianjun come back to college.
"Ouch! Director Cheng is back?" Uncle Guo saw Father Cheng coming back from a distance.
"Haha, yes! Brother Guo."
"Director Cheng, your army is really good, much better than that street sweeper Han Chunming." Uncle Guo tried to flatter Cheng's father desperately.
"Huh? It's all good! It's all good!" Cheng's father was full of pride at this time.
"Director Cheng, you said a street sweeper goes to college, what does he know? I think it's just opportunistic."
"Hey! Brother Guo, don't you dare to talk nonsense!" Father Cheng quickly stopped Uncle Guo from talking nonsense, and then explained to Uncle Guo seriously, "Han Chunming was recommended by the street people and approved by the street leaders. You will be approved to go to college, so don’t talk nonsense!”
"Ah? Yes! Yes! Yes! Look at my bad mouth." Uncle Guo quickly realized his mistake and immediately apologized nervously.
"Well, Brother Guo, I'll go back first."
"Haha, Director Cheng, you are busy."
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"Why……"
Regarding the comments from the neighbors in the courtyard and the street, Mother Han felt very unhappy, but she could not refute them. She could only let these villains gossip as much as they wanted. After all, everyone in the world would be gossiped behind their backs.
"Mom, why are you sighing?" Zhou Ming came back and looked at Mother Han with a smile.
"Ah? It's okay! Chunming, why are you back today?" Mother Han looked at her son with a forced smile.
"Mom, I was specially recruited by the State Administration of Cultural Heritage. Tomorrow I will go to Changsha, Hunan with a professor from the school."
"Ah? This is a great thing! I'll ask your brother and sister to come back to celebrate." Mother Han stood up in surprise and said.
"Don't! Mom, it won't hurt if our family keeps a low profile from now on." Zhou Ming quickly stopped the overly surprised Mother Han.
"Uh... Chunming, you are right."
"Mom, I won't tell you the details. My trip this time will take a long time. You, my brother and my sister don't have to worry about me." After stopping Han Mu, Zhou Ming asked again.
"Okay! It's okay! Just go out for a run while you're young."
"Mom, thank you for supporting me."
"Haha, silly son, if mom doesn't support you, who else can you support?"
Speaking of being specially recruited by the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, it is still a very fantasy thing. As time goes by, the professors who were once Peking University were dismissed one by one. Chen Jianxin, a history professor who stayed at Peking University, When he was about to be sent away, suddenly a very large ancient tomb was discovered in the eastern suburbs of Changsha, Hunan. Then the Hunan Museum asked the State Administration of Cultural Heritage for help. At this time, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage thought of Professor Chen Jianxin, and then Professor Chen was retained. And sent him to support Changsha archaeology.
Professor Chen Jianxin proposed to bring an assistant, and then magically ordered Zhou Ming to be his general, because Zhou Ming often brought them meals, which made them, the professors, feel warm and gave them the courage to live again. This This is also Professor Chen Jianxin’s act of reciprocating love.
Then the State Administration of Cultural Heritage specially recruited Zhou Ming, and then Zhou Ming became an assistant researcher of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage and was about to follow Professor Chen Jianxin to Changsha, Hunan.
Zhou Ming, who knew the news at this time, was excited from every pore, because Zhou Ming knew that this huge ancient tomb was the famous Mawangdui Han Tomb in later generations.
Zhou Ming has always loved antiques since he came to this world. Now that he has the opportunity to work for the State Administration of Cultural Heritage and participate in the excavation of the Mawangdui Han Tomb in Changsha, Hunan, Zhou Ming can't help but get excited.
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After bidding farewell to his mother, Zhou Ming left the courtyard in an unusually low-key manner, and then followed Professor Chen Jianxin on the train to Changsha, Hunan, which was the real starting point of his life.
"Zhou Ming, I see you like this job very much?" Professor Chen Jianxin looked at Zhou Ming beside him.
"Professor Chen, I have been very fond of our history since I was a child. It is also a personal honor for me to work in the State Administration of Cultural Heritage."
"Well, the excavation work this time was very hasty. It's because the Hunan Cultural Relics Bureau doesn't have many experts left, so it asked us for help."
"Oh! So that's it!"
"Zhou Ming, when I go to Changsha with you this time, you must talk less and do more and see more. It will be very beneficial to your future development."
"Yes! Professor Chen."
The train from Beijing to Changsha arrived at the station soon. Zhou Ming, carrying large and small luggage, followed Professor Chen Jianxin like a little brother. After meeting the archaeologists at Changsha Railway Station and the Hunan side, everyone went straight to Mawangdui on the outskirts of Changsha.
"Professor Chen, there is actually no need to be so impatient. We are now waiting for the funds to arrive." Xiong Liren, the archaeologist in charge of the reception, explained with a smile.
"Oh? How much funding did you apply for?"
"twelve thousand."
"Hey! This is too little." Professor Chen Jianxin sighed helplessly.
"Yes! This money can only buy some of the simplest tools, and then recruit fewer local villagers."
"Yeah, but that's understandable. We've always done archeology like this." Professor Chen Jianxin soon thought about it.
"Yes! Professor Chen, who is this next to you?" Xiong Liren then noticed Zhou Ming beside him.
"My student Zhou Ming."
"Hello, Teacher Xiong! My name is Zhou Ming, and I am a student of Professor Chen."
"Haha, you are so young and promising!"
"Teacher Xiong is so complimentary. I came here with Professor Chen just to learn. I hope Teacher Xiong will not hesitate to teach me."
"Haha, that's easy to say! Our archaeological community is in great need of new blood."
Soon the car arrived near Mawangdui, where a temporary camp had been set up based on the houses of fellow villagers. Then Xiong Liren took Zhou Ming and Professor Chen Jianxin to the scene of the incident to have a look, and then returned to the camp to start discussing.
"Professor Chen, this discovery is quite magical. Our Provincial Museum received a call saying that a blue "ghost@fire" was encountered at the construction site. We were asked to come over and check as soon as possible. It turned out that there was a large ancient tomb here." Xiong Liren tried his best to introduce the situation.
"Well, the so-called blue "ghost@fire" is probably flammable gas such as biogas."
"Haha, this is indeed Professor Chen. I guessed it right away. It really is biogas."
"Teacher Xiong, what age does your provincial museum guess this ancient tomb is from?" Professor Chen Jianxin also asked the most important question.
"Professor Chen, this is the eastern suburb of Changsha. There are two mounds in front of you. According to a local chronicle, this is the family cemetery of Ma Yin, King of Chu in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. So it is initially suspected that this is the graveyard of Ma Yin, King of Chu. tomb."
"King of Chu Ma Yin?"
Soon the funds approved by HUN Province were in place, but they were cut in half to 6,000 yuan. The archaeological team then used the 6,000 yuan to start the archaeological operation.
It was now January 1972, and the temperature in Changsha was freezing. Zhou Ming was studying like a qualified student, and he was also shoulder-to-shoulder with nearby villagers. He soon discovered that white plaster mud was used. and charcoal, and then the archaeological team argued again.
"It seems that this is not an ancient tomb from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms? It looks like the style of the Western Han Dynasty?" Professor Chen said strangely.
"Professor Chen, looking at the white mud and charcoal, it really might be a Han tomb." Xiong Liren also nodded in agreement.
Soon the excavation work entered the most difficult and boring stage. When the archaeological team saw the three robber holes, everyone became nervous and really worried that the tomb robbers would destroy them.
The first robbery hole was rectangular inside and was not very deep. Everyone also found the sole of a Hui Alai shoe inside. Fortunately, the second robbery hole was not very deep, but the third robbery hole was not very deep. However, they dug more than ten meters deep, which made all the archaeological team members nervous. Fortunately, when the tomb robbers were about to dig to the bottom, they dug diagonally, all the way to the tomb wall, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
After a false alarm, everyone began to continue the excavation work. The tomb @ chamber soon gradually emerged, but the subsequent excavation was still boring and long. It was not until three months later that the archaeological team excavated sixteen meters below the tomb entrance. The white mud paste used by the ancients to seal coffins was finally discovered, and the archaeological excavation work finally made substantial progress.
"Zhou Ming, how have you been feeling these days? Do you think archeology is boring?" Professor Chen looked at Zhou Ming with a smile during the break.
"Yes! Professor Chen! Archeology is indeed quite boring, but I find it very interesting and love this job at the same time."
"Well, as long as you like this job, this excavation experience will help you get twice the result with half the effort in the archaeological department in the future."
"Thank you Professor Chen."
"Haha, let's stop saying thank you to each other." Professor Chen Jianxin looked at Zhou Ming meaningfully.
In the hearts of Professor Chen and other professors, they are really grateful for Zhou Ming's help. The little care and warmth from Zhou Ming gave them the courage to survive again, and they no longer felt depressed at the beginning.
Professor Chen Jianxin called Zhou Ming in the first place just to repay Zhou Ming. Unexpectedly, after getting along with him for three months, Professor Chen Jianxin also fell in love with this studious student.
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In Beijing, Zhou Ming's sudden departure did not cause any disturbance in the courtyard. Many neighbors did not realize Zhou Ming's departure, and everyone lived their lives peacefully.
"Mom, is there any news about Chunming recently?" Han Chunsong came to the courtyard and found Han's mother.
"No! Maybe I'm busy with work!"
"This little boy doesn't know how to write letters to his family." Han Chunsong said with a look of complaint.
"Boss, Chunming graduated from junior high school and just entered college. Now that he is specially recruited by such a good unit as the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, he must work hard first."
"Mom, I'm just a little worried about him. He has been naughty and mischievous since he was a child. Although he has become more honest in the past few years, I still feel a little uneasy."
"Boss, Chunming is no longer the same Chunming as before. He has become more and more stable now, so you can rest assured."
Su Meng has almost forgotten Zhou Ming now, and she didn't pay much attention to Zhou Ming's disappearance. After all, Su Meng and Zhou Ming have not had any contact since Zhou Ming stayed in the capital in 1969, and they have only a few interactions now. Just neighbors.
"Jianjun, why haven't you seen Han Chunming recently?" Father Cheng looked at his son Cheng Jianjun in confusion.
"Dad, Chunming was so lucky that he was specially recruited by the State Administration of Cultural Heritage."
"Ah? When did this happen?"
"It's been more than three months! That was December last year."
"Jianjun, why does Han Chunming eat so much?" Cheng's father and Cheng's mother were both surprised.
"Hmph! Who knows!" When his parents talked about this, Cheng Jianjun was actually very helpless. "Later, I asked around, and then I found out that an ancient @ tomb was discovered in Hunan, and then I gathered people to support the archeology in Hunan, because there are many All the archaeological experts were dismissed, giving Han Chunming the opportunity to make up his own mind."
"In building an army, sometimes being able to keep doing it for a long time is also an incredible ability. At the very least, it is a rich qualification." Father Cheng couldn't help but remind him when he saw his son who didn't take it seriously.
"Dad, I'm a celebrity on campus now. Whoever mentions me, Cheng Jianjun, doesn't give a thumbs up." Cheng Jianjun sneered at his father's reminder, "Besides, what's the difference between archeology and working in the fields? Do you have to endure the wind and sun?"
"Well?"
"Old Cheng, what Jianjun said makes sense. I don't find anything good about archeology. It's our family's Jianjun who is promising." Cheng's mother, who was silent at the side, also said disapprovingly.
"..." Seeing that neither my wife nor my son agreed, Father Cheng said nothing more.
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