On the second floor of Wenbaozhai, Yang Xiuwen greeted his master.

Zhou Xingwen said, "Xiuwen, a few days ago the Cultural Affairs Bureau received a report from a villager in the countryside that an ancient tomb was discovered two kilometers south of Lishan Mountain.

After the Cultural Affairs Bureau sent people there, they determined that it was an ancient tomb, so they began rescue excavation. Since there was a shortage of manpower, your Uncle Qian suggested that you help.

You go to your Uncle Qian, he will apply for a work permit for you, and then go back to get some clothes. There is a big temperature difference over there in the mountains, so be careful to keep warm, and go."

Yang Xiuwen rushed to Qian Bin's place, and Qian Bin gave him a work permit and gave him some instructions.

He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your master and I decided to let you go. In the antique industry, you need to have more contact and participate more, so that others can know you and understand your abilities, and then you can survive in this industry. Go back and prepare."

, the Cultural Affairs Bureau will send a car to pick you up tomorrow, at ten o'clock in the morning."

Only then did Yang Xiuwen realize the master's good intentions, and he was deeply moved.

The next day, I told Chen Zhiwu about this in the park. Chen Zhiwu agreed to let him go, but asked him not to stop practicing every day and pay attention to safety.

At ten o'clock, Yang Xiuwen took a bag and got into the Cultural Bureau's car and set off.

Lishan Mountain is located in the south of Lintong District, Xi'an City. It is a branch of the Qinling Mountains. It is 1,302 meters above sea level. The mountain is winding and lush with trees. It looks like a horse from a distance, so it is named after it.

Because the scenery is as beautiful as a brocade, it is named Xiuling. There are many cultural relics and historic sites on Lishan Mountain, including Laojun Hall, Laomu Hall, Yuxian Bridge, and Sanyuan Cave. In ancient times, Nuwa made stones to mend the sky here, and the tomb of Qin Shihuang is here.

At the foot of the mountain.

The Culture Bureau's car drove for nearly an hour and a half before arriving at Lishan. After another 20 minutes of walking on a dirt road, we finally arrived at the location of the ancient tomb.

After Yang Xiuwen and several staff members got out of the car, he observed that it was a corner of the Qinling Mountains. There used to be a slope, but now it has been leveled and dug down seven or eight meters deep.

Some local villagers pushed carts on the dirt ramp built on the side of the pit to pull dirt out. The crowd was very busy, but it was also orderly.

The entire tomb runs north-south, about 30 meters long and 20 meters wide. Yang Xiuwen was taken to the bottom of the pit.

A man with half a century of hair stood up, stretched his waist, looked at him and said, "You are Zhou Xingwen's apprentice, right? Old Zhou mentioned to me that my name is Zhao Guodong, you can call me Uncle Zhao, and you will follow me from now on."

Zhou Xingwen did tell the story about Zhao Guodong. The two are still good friends. He is an expert in cultural relic identification and restoration at the Municipal Museum, as is Zhou Xingwen.

Just because of some reasons, Zhou Xingwen took a leave of absence without pay and left the museum.

Since he was a good friend of his master, Yang Xiuwen naturally did not dare to neglect him. He first bent down and gave him a junior salute.

He stood up and said, "Uncle Zhao, my master often mentions you. It is a boy's dream to be able to work under your guidance in the future. Just leave the kind of work to me. Just watch it."

Zhao Guodong pointed with his finger and said with a smile, "No wonder your master likes you. I like you because of your cleverness. Okay, let's start teaching you how to work."

Archaeological work is tedious and hard, with people almost lying on the ground, using small shovels, brushes, and even wooden needles that are slightly larger than toothpicks to button bit by bit.

But whenever I make a discovery, I feel that indescribable joy, no, it should be a sense of accomplishment.

Five or six days have passed, and Yang Xiuwen has adapted to his current job.

He has an advantage that others don't have, internal strength.

When working while squatting, while practicing, the internal energy is transferred to the legs and the pain in the waist is relieved.

He even used his spiritual sense to sense the funerary objects buried in the soil, which can be said to be multi-tasking. He could always accurately find the location of the funerary objects and pull them out intact, once and twice.

After many times, Zhao Guodong also discovered the difference in him.

During the lunch break, Zhao Guodong asked him, "Xiuwen, your master also taught you the technique of raising a tomb. With your skill, I thought you were a veteran with decades of experience."

Yang Xiuwen knew that he was a little exposed.

So he said, "Uncle Zhao, the master taught me, and I just integrated what you taught me with the master's teachings. In the end, it's you who taught me the best."

Zhao Guodong was stunned by his horse slap, and he himself sighed, thinking that he would have to keep a low profile in the future.

There are always surprises in archaeological work, but more often than not there are difficulties, such as water penetration, tomb doors, silt, etc. Yang Xiuwen doesn't know how other people feel, but he enjoys it.

He gained a lot. This was a tomb from the Han Dynasty. There were a lot of treasures and antiques, and a lot of spiritual energy was absorbed by him.

If someone looks closely at his eyes, they will find a purple light.
Chapter completed!