Chapter 385 A Pennant

The wind is strong in spring, and the wheat seedlings are swaying erratically. The black Santana car turns from the asphalt road to the field road, and drives south along the narrow dirt road. In front of the surrounding large mounds, the car went around to the south side toward Luozhuang, and then stopped.

   Ryoko in the co-pilot pointed out: "This is it."

   Ma Ming is usually a quiet person, but An couldn't stand it anymore and got out of the car in a hurry.

   Lu Dong hurried to keep up, Liangzi hugged the handbag with the gold pancake tightly, and Lu Jianren also got out of the car.

   When I got out of the car, I saw an orange Jialing motorcycle parked in front of the mound. A middle-aged man took the shovel from the trailer and was about to dig the soil.

   Ma Ming looked a little anxious, just like Professor Fan at the time, he wanted to stop it.

   Lu Dong grabbed him and said, "I'm not sure yet, don't be impatient."

   The person who filled the soil with the shovel knew Liangzi and greeted him from a distance. Liangzi casually said a few words and led Lu Dong and Ma Ming to the place where he was digging the soil.

  Lu Jianren shrugged his shoulders, took out a cigarette, lit it, put it in his mouth, and looked around vigilantly.

   This posture, with Lu Dong, Ma Ming and Liangzi squatting on the ground and muttering, is like a tomb robber watching the wind.

   On this side of the mound, people may have been digging soil for a long time. They have dug a large pit, which is more than ten meters square, and it is several tens of centimeters. It is obviously a lot lower than the mound.

  Ryoko pointed to the place where the dig was the deepest and the soil was the newest: "I just dug here, because it's easy to load the soil, so I didn't change the place."

   Ma Ming walked over, squatted down and looked carefully.

   Lu Dong also squatted down and looked at it. To a layman like him, except for the soil kelp, it was the soil kelp, which seemed to be no different from the soil in which the crops were grown.

   "Are you sure it belongs to the Han Dynasty?" Lu Dong asked Ma Ming.

   mainly emphasizes the Han Dynasty and makes Ma Ming really pay attention.

   "You can't be wrong." Ma Ming was very confident: "I have seen the Han Dynasty gold cakes unearthed."

   Lu Dong didn't ask any more questions, and just accompanied Ma Ming to watch.

   Ma Ming grabbed a handful of soil, held it in front of him, and moved to the newest place to dig up, then grabbed a handful of soil to look at it, then grabbed the floating soil on the surface, and dug up the ground with both hands.

   came in a hurry, and didn't bring anything like a shovel at all.

  The nails dug by Ma Ming were full of soil, and finally he scratched out a small new layer of soil. After looking at it carefully for a while, he said, "You can't be wrong, this should be the sealing mound."

   Lu Dong didn't know what Ma Ming's judgment criteria were, and he didn't ask much. He specialized in surgery.

  Ma Ming stood up, jumped on top of the dirt pit, and looked north at the huge wasteland: "This piece of land must be filled with mounds..."

   Lu Dong said at the right time: "The bigger the mound, the higher the status?"

  Ma Ming nodded: "According to the rules and customs of the Han Dynasty, it is indeed the case."

   Lu Dong vaguely remembered that buried here were the princes of the Han Dynasty.

   Originally, he thought it would be good to continue burying in the ground. When people died, the lights went out, so don’t disturb people’s sleep.

   Even if you tell people, it’s hard to say, and it’s hard to find suitable reasons and excuses.

   Unexpectedly, Seventh Uncle's old brother dug up soil to pad the yard, and even dug out a golden cake, and the contents of the tomb were exposed, so they couldn't hide it.

   This is also Uncle Liangzi's strict mouth. He didn't say it anywhere. Once it spreads, it would be possible to dig up the ground in two days.

  In the countryside, some people are afraid that someone will take the lead. As long as someone takes the lead, a bunch of people will even dig the cabbage and potatoes grown in other people's fields, just like locusts crossing the border, no grass will grow.

   Here we are talking about digging out gold, and villages ten miles away can also drive tractors and pull people over to dig.

   As he was thinking about the tractor, there was a sudden sound of a tractor. A tractor approached from Luozhuang in the south and parked beside the trailer of the Jialing truck. Four people got off the truck and started to shovel soil with a shovel.

   Spring is blooming, and everyone who wants to build a house or tidy their home has started to work.

   This is just the slack season, and after a while, the field work will get busy.

   Seeing those people shoveling soil, Ma Ming's face turned green, he wanted to stop it, but he didn't know how to speak.

   Lu Dong said, "Leave them alone. If we say that there are ancient tombs that need to be protected, not only will these people not listen, they will probably dig a lot."

   Ma Ming said: "It can't be like this. If it goes on like this, it will be completely destroyed."

   Lu Dong suggested: "Call the police, and then report to your archaeological supervisor?"

   "You call." Ma Ming didn't understand at first.

   Lu Dong took a picture of the pocket where he was holding his mobile phone: "Ma Ming, when you make a call, be sure to specify your identity." He added another sentence: "You are the discoverer."

   Ma Ming was stunned for a moment, but he grew up in a family like Ma Yuanchao after all. Although he didn't usually pay attention to it, he had been fascinated by it for many years, and soon wanted to understand the meaning of Lu Dong's words.

   "You..." Ma Ming really admired this little brother: "No wonder my parents, my mother, my uncle and my aunt said that you think a lot and think carefully."

   Lu Dong smiled: "I'll go tell my uncle and the others."

Ma Ming was just thinking about his major, not stupid at all. After thinking about it for a while, he first called his tutor, Professor Fan, and told him what he found here, then dialed the number of the Quannan Cultural Relics Department, and then called the local 110. .

   Finally, Ma Ming called his father's secretary.

  Thinking of what happened last time, I still have lingering fears. Although Lu Dong and Seventh Uncle are here, there are some things just in case.

On the other side, Lu Jianren asked Lu Dong, "Han Dynasty? How far away is it from us?"

   Lu Dong, this scumbag, thought for a while before saying uncertainly, "About two thousand years?"

   Lu Jianren couldn't help but say: "Two thousand years, it's far enough!" He patted Ryoko on the shoulder: "You are so brave, you dare to take things that are more than two thousand years old!"

  Ryoko smiled wryly: "Seventh brother, I don't know."

   Lu Dong said: "Okay, Uncle Qi, don't scare Uncle Liangzi, how come there are so many ghosts."

  Ryoko turned and asked Lu Dong: "Dongzi, let's report it. If it's true, what reward can I get?"

  Lu Dong thought of some rumors, and he was not easy to say: "Uncle, even if there are not too many material rewards, the above will definitely take care of you in other aspects in the future, isn't there me and Uncle Seven?"

   Lv Jianren answered: "Liangzi, your awareness is low. I think back then, when I got the courage to act in justice, I only needed a pennant."

  Lü Dong glanced at Uncle Seven, and the light above gave him a certificate, but the parents of the child seemed to have given Uncle Seven a 10,000 thank you gift.

   Actually, there is no problem with Ma Ming. The reward of Ryoko is indispensable. If you think about it, you can understand it.

  Ryoko didn't know Ma Ming's identity, so he had no idea.

It didn't take long for a police car to drive from the county seat. The two got out of the car and came here. Lv Dong, Liangzi and Lv Jianren automatically retreated to the side, and Ma Ming would do all the related appearance and negotiation work. .

   Here, Ma Ming was still talking to the two policemen, and another police car came over.

   The car was parked, and the co-pilot who got on and off turned out to be Lu Suo, the director of Ning Xiu Institute.

  Luozhuang belongs to the jurisdiction of Ningxiu Town and is under the management of Lu Suo, but the police can make Lu Suo come over in person. It can only be said that Ma Ming's phone number has played a role.

   Lu Suo got out of the car and saw Lu Dong. He ignored Ma Ming for a while, and immediately came over: "Dongzi, why are you here?"

   Lu Dong said it quickly and succinctly.

  Lu Suo was the predecessor of Lv Chun, the university town institute. The relationship between the two sides has always been good. Lu Dongte pointed out: "This Ma Ming is my friend and a student of Professor Fan, a famous professor at the provincial university."

   "I see." Lu So for Lu Dong wanted to talk about his friend and take care of him.

   Lu Dong finally said: "Ma Ming is the son of a comrade-in-arms in my father's city."

  Lu Suo glanced at Lu Dong in surprise, and then looked at Ma Ming. Before, he and Lv Chun worked in the college student's office, and Lu Dong had a lot of contacts with the university city office, so he knew a lot about Lu Dong's family.

   After Lu Dong's reminder, I think of the leader of the city surnamed Ma...

  Lu Suo said: "Fuji, you are still funny enough!"

It is enough for Lu Dong to say this. The discovery of such a large Luozhuang Han tomb seemed to shake the archaeological world back then. If you put it in the words of ordinary people, not to mention the rest, the credit of the discoverer may not necessarily fall on anyone. .

   It seems that the academic world is not focused on academics, and there are many **** things that are intriguing.

   But Ma Ming is not an ordinary person, enough to guarantee the honor he deserves.

   The police quickly cleared the area, and those who dig the soil were quickly invited away.

   After a while, people from the relevant departments in the city rushed over together with Professor Fan.

   These people also brought professional equipment, which was surprisingly efficient, and quickly determined that the wasteland mound was a sealing mound.

   In addition to the basically determined golden cake of the Han Dynasty, experts have a general judgment on the situation here.

  Before it got dark, Qingzhao County police cordoned off here and sent special personnel to guard against unexpected situations.

  Due to the excavation of soil from many places on the site, it is impossible to continue to seal it up. Experts, including Professor Fan, are going to apply to the above for rescue excavation.

   If you don't rescue it, people will dig it up, and maybe even tomb robbers can be recruited.

  According to Professor Fan, it was impossible for ordinary people in the Han Dynasty to bury such things as gold cakes, and the status of the owner here may be relatively high.

   Lu Dong didn't say much, and he couldn't say much. He had forgotten who it was, after all, it had basically nothing to do with this industry.

   However, when the large-scale excavations were carried out at that time, he had watched the lively scene. It seemed that the newly excavated barren mound was only a small part of the burial pit. The large area north of Luozhuang was almost entirely filled with tombs.

   The items unearthed in it made the Forbidden City and the National Museum could not help sending teams over, and even had a lot of trouble with Taidong for the final right of custody.

   Once the superiors pay attention, the speed of action is always astonishingly fast. In the next two days, a pre-professional team was formed. Ma Ming was among them, and Professor Fan was one of the leaders of the scene.

The first small-scale excavation was carried out at the location where Liangzi dug out the golden cake. Lu Dong also went in to take a look. At the place where he and Ma Ming were squatting, they excavated less than 30 centimeters down. The gold stacker revealed its true appearance.

   (end of this chapter)