After hearing Cang Shiyuan's words, Zhang Gong nodded with a smile: "This is a good thing! You can leave the bones to you, but it seems that you are not allowed to bury them now."

"It's not easy for us to bury individuals here?" Cang Shiyuan said without caring.

If a person has just passed away or something, it is still difficult to deal with. Now it is just a bone, then the remaining things will be much easier to deal with. Just dig a hole next to the Cang family’s ancestral grave to bury the person. Anyway, the buried person is not the same seat.

Cang Hai asked, "Is there anything that can prove this person's identity?"

Zhang Gong thought for a while and said to Cang Hai and others: "Then you come with me, I don't know what can prove that this skeleton has to do with your family. You can see it yourself."

After saying that, Zhang Gong took Cang Hai and the other three to a small room and opened the door with the key. As soon as Cang Hai went in, he found that there were shelves around him, with some broken things on them, including some clay pots and pottery, and some of them were particularly ugly.

Mr. Zhang brought a few people to the middle of the house and pointed to a piece on the ground: "Here, the things buried in the tomb are here, except for the rotten coffin skeletons, they are all placed on the ground here."

Cang Hai glanced at the ground and asked at Zhang Gong: "Why is it placed directly on the ground? Because this thing is not worth it?"

Mr. Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, it's because these things are not worth much and have no value."

When Cang Hai heard Zhang Gong say this, he was a little speechless.

When he squatted down and looked at the things on the ground, Canghai found that they were not really good things like antiques. Even the layman, Canghai, knew when these things were produced. There were a few things that said the words "Long Live the Great Unity of the Proletariat in the World", and the age and so on were really visible to people at a glance.

The iron stuff is almost rotten, like a porcelain jar, with only the rotten pieces left, but the porcelain and other things are still intact. The special slogans written on it are also bright, just like they were just written. Unfortunately, these things are not as valuable as they are.

Cang Shigui looked at it for a while and asked, "Can these things be handed over to us? This thing is of no use to you and us. Even if it is taken back, it will probably be placed in the warehouse to fall ashes. Let us bury these things with the bones. Anyway, his own things are considered to be the original owner. Do you think it's okay?"

"If you want to take it, take it away. I will find a small bag to pack these things for you to take away," said Zhang Gong.

Compared with Cang Shiyuan and the others, Cang Hai was more concerned about these burial objects that had just been dug out of the ground. Originally, Cang Hai thought that such a large group of tombs was a bit worthy of anything, but now he saw a room full of pots and jars and jars a little lost.

There is no one that can make Canghai look at. Even if there are no one like human face fish net basins, you can do something else. At least you can get some horse hoof gold or something that is shaking.

"You dug out these things for so long? Are there any good things you hide from them and don't let them see?" Cang Hai asked.

Zhang Gong said: "You think archaeology is just a few people carrying shovels and digging them. It's great to clean up these things now. Don't underestimate these pots and jars. These are all things from the Spring Warring States Period. Every thing that comes out has historical significance..."

When Zhang Gong heard Cang Hai's words, he was dissatisfied and began to teach Cang Hai a cultural relics class. Finally, he simply took Cang Hai to the front of the shelf and pointed at some pottery pottery bowls and began to explain.

After a while, Canghai said something and almost made Zhang Gong crazy again: "Why did people say that during the Warring States Period were so poor, and they didn't even have a decent bronze thing?"

Zhang Gong said: "Ordinary families, or slaves, do not have their own property. It would be nice to have some people to be buried. Moreover, the people who are dug out now are either burial pits or craftsmen who are killed or injured. These pottery are used as daily living tools for ordinary people. Similar ones have been unearthed before, but a few of them are quite interesting. We have guessed for a long time and have not known what their purpose is."

As Zhang said, he pointed to a few pieces of pottery for the three of them to see.

Cang Hai glanced at it and found that these pottery were very strange. Three feet, each one was like a garlic clove. The ones combined were extremely ugly. The remaining few were also strange in shape. You said that they were filled with water and food. They were too small, and it seemed that they were not suitable to install anything else. No one could tell what they were used for, so they naturally didn't know what they were named.

"Don't touch!"

Seeing that Canghai was about to get started, Zhang Gong immediately stopped Canghai: "Now these things are national cultural relics, you kid are not qualified to touch them!"

"It seems that I'm quite rare," Cang Hai said.

Zhang Gong was about to joke with Cang Hai when he suddenly heard a roar coming from below.

"Teacher Zhang, Teacher Zhang, a large tomb of a nobleman was discovered there!"

Hearing this voice, Zhang Gong immediately shuddered and waved his hands at the three of Canghai and the others quickly: "Go, go, go out!"

He drove Canghai and the other two out of the door, and Zhang locked the door, and then took a jog downstairs: "If you are interested, come and see the fun."

Canghai and the other two were also very excited when they heard this, so they followed Zhang Gong and jogged to a small mound several hundred meters away from the camp.

Everyone stood next to the mound, and saw the straight tomb passage of the mound, extending from the ground to the ground seven or eight meters. At the end of the tomb passage there was a stone tomb door. "Can such a simple to be considered a large tomb?"

Cang Shiyuan saw that there were several strong men next to the stone tomb door. They pushed the tomb door together and pushed it open, which disappointed him. In his opinion, the ancient tomb was full of mysterious aura, so why was it pushed open with just one push?

Canghai turned his head and saw the expression on Uncle San's face, and guessed his inner activities. Canghai was like Uncle San when he came. Who had such mysterious and mysterious things for the ancient tomb? Ancient people knew what Zhou Yi Bagua and so on. For example, when a nobleman was buried, there would be no mechanisms everywhere and poisonous insects were everywhere.

At that time, Canghai said this idea, and was immediately ridiculed by Zhang Gong and a group of archaeological team members. They taught Canghai a lesson in detail from the perspective of productivity and ancient living conditions. Canghai then understood that the ancient tomb was actually not mysterious at all. Not to mention the tomb of a small nobleman, even the tombs above the king level were rarely seen. The ancients' ideas were actually quite simple, which was to build the tomb chambers extremely firmly, and no one could think of any hidden arrows or traps that could not be installed.

To the point of an archaeological team member, if ancient nobles had excavators, these people could bury their graves on the earth and go to another place.

The most important methods for the ancients to prevent theft were several, one of which was to dig deep. Bury the tomb deep enough, so it would be difficult to rob the tomb in this way.

"There are a lot of things inside, and bronzes were found!"

A big man stretched his neck in, then quickly shrank his head back, and happily shouted at Zhang Gong and others on the ground.

"Are there any signs of stolen?"

An old man asked loudly, his voice could be shouted for four or five miles without a loudspeaker, which made Canghai's eardrums hurt a little.

"It shouldn't be there, but the ground is full of funeral objects."

When everyone around him was excited when they heard the funeral objects all over the ground.

"Test the air in the tomb and send someone in to see when you can enter." The old man shouted again.

Cang Hai and the other two looked at it for a while and found that they could not see anything. As non-staff members, Cang Hai and the other two could stand beside each other and look, not even qualified to look in the tomb passage.

I looked around curiously for five or six minutes, and the result came out there. There was no problem with the air inside, so several archaeological team members and two old men walked in with lights.

After waiting for another ten minutes, these people came out one after another.

"What are you finding?" Cang Shiyuan asked.

After asking this, Cang Shiyuan felt something was wrong.

Fortunately, no one knew him when he entered, and there are many people around him now, not only the provinces, but also the capitals and archaeological teams from brother provinces, so I thought Cang Shiyuan was his colleague.

So some of them said to Cang Shiyuan: "It was not stolen, the things inside were intact, but some places collapsed, and the sealing soil must be dug out from above..."

An old man in the lead said: "Don't worry about it for now, take out all the funeral items that can be taken out, be careful."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, someone immediately responded. Soon the group of archaeologists began to work like little worker ants, and soon the burial objects in the tomb were taken out one by one.

Canghai finally saw the bronze ware as he wished, as if he had seen some wine ware on TV, and today he had seen the real thing.

In addition to some wine instruments, there are also some musical instruments. This thing is too rare. This is not something that the tombs of the great nobles cannot be found.

Cang Hai understood that music was not something that ordinary people could enjoy in ancient times. Only the nobles could enjoy music and have musical instruments. Moreover, the rules for instruments that can be enjoyed by different levels are also different. Moreover, some musical instruments are only allowed to be played in specific occasions, and cannot be fiddled with at other times.

The only thing to regret is that people don’t let Canghai get close at all. Not to mention Canghai, some archaeological team members can’t get close to these newly unearthed cultural relics.

Seeing others taking out cultural relics one by one, Canghai and the other gradually became bored. Although the things were good, they couldn't see clearly. They were directly limited to five or six meters away. No matter how good the treasure was, there was nothing good to look at. Besides, the bronze unearthed was covered with copper rust, so what was good to look at? The most powerful one could tell what was a Jue and a cup.

Just as the three of them were discussing whether to turn their heads, they suddenly heard someone shouting: "There are words on it!"

"There are words? What are you writing?"

"Wei Qi uses it for himself!"

"Wei Qi? Could it be Wen Kui's ancestor?" Cang Shiyuan immediately said when he heard this.

Cang Hai said: "It is impossible. The ancients are different from us. Now we talk about Wei Qi, which is a person with the surname Wei Qi. In ancient times, there are many explanations. The surnames and clans in ancient times were different. Wei Qi is likely to say that his clan is Wei, not the surname Wei."

"Oh, so complicated?" Cang Shiyuan didn't care at all. Even the ancestral tomb of Wei Wenkui's family could still block the archaeological team from being excavated?

"It's hard to say that the origin of the surname is that many of the surnames come from fiefdoms. This Wei may not be the ancestor of the Wei Wenqunar family," Cang Shigui argued.

The three of them talked nonsense, and Cang Shigui said, "We have finished our work. Let's go back early. I have to collect the melons when I get home. I will earn money one day earlier."

Cang Shiyuan naturally agreed, and Cang Hai had no choice but to disagree. At this time, the two elders were present and there was no room for him to speak, so he originally wanted to stay and watch the lively Cang Hai had to go back to the village with his uncle and third uncle.
Chapter completed!