Chapter 174 My Father and I Discuss Our Own Issues (Two Chapters in One)

"Caught them all?"

Zhang Yang smiled when he heard Chu Ziqiang's excited voice on the other end of the phone.

If you want to dig up my ancestral grave, don’t tell me whether I have it or not. Are you worthy?

"Catch them all in one fell swoop, Mao Geogong has confirmed it."

"Including himself, there are a total of 108 people in the founding team. Except for those who died in the tomb, everyone alive will go to jail."

On the other end of the phone, Chu Ziqiang smiled so much that he couldn't be happier.

The private archaeological team has made another great contribution.

"Has Second Master Cheng's matter been resolved?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

The grievances and hatreds among the tomb robbers are fascinating.

"It should be solved."

Chu Ziqiang glanced at Cheng Laoer, who was sitting on the chair without saying a word, and shook his head.

"Just solve it. I have something else to do. Captain Liu asked me to identify the criminal today, but I refused. I still have to ask."

Zhang Yang was ready to hang up the phone.

Can criminals also be identified? Chu Ziqiang was a little confused. The words "Captain Liu" directly made him burst into laughter.

"You may not believe it, Captain Liu, he was also arrested by us!"

"Hahaha."

"I don't know what bad guy gave him the idea. He pretended to be an antique dealer to go fishing, but we thought he was a buyer and caught him red-handed."

"Haha, hahaha!"

"Be a good criminal police captain, go fishing, and get caught..."

Zhang Yang wanted to laugh too at first, but he suddenly realized that he might be the "bad guy".

As the person who gave Captain Liu advice, he asked Chu Ziqiang with a calm expression:

"Is this funny?"

"Team Liu is contributing to the country's cultural relics protection."

"He used his spare time to break into the tomb robbers' group and use his body as bait to attract them to the sea. Walking alone in dark alleys is a person like him."

"Give him some respect!"

After listening to Zhang Yang's words and seeing that Captain Liu wanted to come over, Chu Ziqiang's expression became serious.

"I was out of control, young and careless."

"Fortunately, I have you, Master Zhang. You are really the guiding light in my life. With you in our archaeological team, we will definitely be on the right path..."

"stop!"

Chu Ziqiang was so boastful that he scratched his head, why not talk about something practical?

"Of those stolen cultural relics, is there any chance to bring two to the Hailin Museum?"

Zhang Yang believed in the old tomb robber's vision, and any two items would be fine.

"Of course, Master Zhang, when will you officially join our archaeological team?"

If Zhang Yang agrees to Chu Ziqiang's request, he must go to Yanjing as soon as possible to get the certificate of the warehousing expert of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

He will then become a core member of this civilian archaeological team.

"You can join at any time, as long as your treatment is satisfactory." Zhang Yang agreed happily.

The benefits he was talking about were not mundane things like annual salary or equity.

What Zhang Yang wants is the right of first choice for this private archaeological team after discovering cultural relics.

The good things excavated and seized will be given priority to the Hailin Museum.

This is difficult, at least in Zhang Yang's opinion.

This involves different cultural relic protection policies in various places, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the local museum in Jiehu.

But Chu Ziqiang agreed without hesitation, and he proudly told Zhang Yang:

"Your thinking is bright, just be a little darker."

"As long as we keep a low profile and send things to you first, even if the National Cultural Heritage Administration comes, we will ask for your opinions first."

"Of course, if they borrow the exhibition and fail to return it, like the National Museum did to the Shaanxi Museum, there will be nothing anyone can do."

Zhang Yang thought to himself: It's because you have someone above you that you dare to play like this. If you had someone with a weaker background, you would have been detained long ago.

There is no problem with the "treatment", so Zhang Yang naturally has no reason to refuse.

The two have agreed that Master Zhang will go to Yanjing next month to meet with the expert team from the Cultural Relics Bureau.

…

Zhang Yang thought that the matter with Boss Xiang was over.

I didn’t expect there would be repercussions.

During the live broadcast at Station B the next day, the first netizen who came up to Lianmai was a descendant of Zhang Shilang's ancestral tomb who was the victim of the "Xiang Boutou digging up ancestral tomb incident" all the way from Douyin.

"Master Zhang, we are from this family, you can call me Zhang San."

"Hello, Zhang San."

Zhang Yang often heard this name from Lawyer Luo, and always felt that this person was going to get in.

He looked at the other party's background curiously, and it seemed that he was outdoors.

"What are you trying to identify?"

"It's not about appraisal, but I want to ask Master Zhang for your help in evaluating it."

Zhang San turned the camera and faced a tombstone. Next to it was a majestic gray-white stone carving that looked like an archway.

You can tell at first glance that it is an ancestral grave.

After reading the inscription, Zhang Yang discovered that this person was in front of the Zhang family's ancestral tomb from the Qianlong period.

The ancestral tomb was more lively during the day than at night. Dozens of people were divided into two groups and stood separately on both sides of the tombstone.

"This is from the county archaeological team." Zhang San helped introduce the contestants.

"Here are the descendants of our Zhang family ancestors."

"Their archaeological team wanted to dig up the ancestral graves of our Zhang family. Fortunately, we saw a police car and came to stop them. Otherwise, the ancestral graves that the tomb robbers didn't dig would have to be dug up by these unscrupulous people."

"Master Zhang, your surname is Zhang. Even if this is not your ancestral tomb, we were the same family five hundred years ago. Do you think we can't let them dig it?"

Zhang San pointed at the people in the archaeological team and said loudly.

This question is so difficult!

Zhang Yang pinched his fingers, a little confused.

The last time he encountered such a difficult question was the last time.

The ancient tombs of the Qianlong period were destroyed by tomb robbers, and it was reasonable for the archaeological team to conduct rescue excavations.

As a descendant, it is also reasonable for Zhang San to protect his ancestral tomb from being destroyed.

Zhang Yang glanced at the weapons such as hoes, sickles, and shovels in the hands of the descendants of the Zhang family. It is estimated that the archaeological team will not be able to start work today.

"You are connected to Director Zhang, right?"

The voice of another middle-aged man suddenly came from the other end of the video.

The other party soon appeared in front of the camera. It was Lao Xing, the captain of the county archaeological team. He knew Zhang Yang and knew that the treasure appraiser was the deputy director of the Hailin Museum.

"The police saw that they were aggressive and advised us to go back, but I was not afraid."

Lao Xing adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a sour tone.

"Besides, I have doubts about whether this Minister Zhang is their ancestor."

"We have a family tree." Zhang San retorted.

He waved to the descendants of the Zhang family in the distance, and soon someone came up holding several thick family tree books.

"The one buried in this tomb is Zhang Chunji, the 13th generation of our Zhang family, the most promising of the Chun generation."

"Master Zhang, your name is from the Yang generation in our family tree."

Zhang San was obviously prepared. He flipped through the family tree and quickly found the page of "Yang generation".

"My real name is Zhang Huowang, Huo generation, if you talk about the generation... it's my grandfather's generation."

"Uncle Yang!"

Zhang San shouted without any hesitation.

[Hahaha, so filial]

[Congratulations to Master Zhang, you have a grandson in advance]

[As a fan of Master Zhang, I'll just recognize him as my uncle]

"No, no, no, I don't necessarily name him according to your family tree."

Zhang Yang waved his hand quickly. This "grandson" is almost fifty years old, and it would be a waste of his life to recognize him.

"It must be. If you don't believe me, Uncle Yang, tell me which generation your father belongs to?"

"My father...is called Zhang Kuang."

"Zhang Kuang, Zhang Yang, Master Zhang, your family's names are getting more and more low-key." Old Xing said beside him.

"Kuang generation..." Zhang San flipped through the family tree, but couldn't find this word. Finally, he looked at the young man who sent the family tree up: "Kuang, it should be the homonym of Kuang, it's Kuang generation."

"Uncle Yang, your father calls me uncle when he sees me."

"Good guy, you call me uncle and recognize my father as your nephew, let's talk about our own affairs, right?"

"Yes, we can talk about our own affairs." Zhang San nodded and said.

His uncle became his nephew's son.

Zhang Yang knew that Zhang San would rely on him even if he had to risk his old face.

What a sin!

The idiot surnamed Xiang, why did he dig up the graves of the Zhang family? Isn't the surname Liu better?

"Brother, pick up the family tree and let me see when it was passed down." Zhang Yang decided to solve this problem.

"Name: Zhang's Genealogy"

"Material: Rice paper, ink"

"Production time: 1917"

"This genealogy is really an old thing." Zhang Yang affirmed: "It has been passed down for so long."

"Captain Xing, this should be his family's ancestral tomb."

"Unless it is a time traveler, the person who made this genealogy could not have predicted what happened today in modern times."

"Otherwise, let them protect this tomb themselves!"

"That won't work." Old Xing refused decisively: "What is buried in the soil belongs to the country, not their family."

"Oh, right, right, then I will dig a hole to bury your mother now, and you have to hand your mother over to the country?" Zhang San retorted angrily.

[Good scolding]

[YYSY, it does make sense]

[Their ancestral tombs are not destroyed, so just protect them on the spot, this archaeological team is so stubborn]

[In fact, they just like the burial objects in their ancestral tombs]

"You..." Old Xing wanted to scold him, but after looking at the camera, he remembered that he was live streaming, and finally blurted out: "Your quality is too low!"

"You have quality, but your family members are buried in the ground, and you don't hand it over to the country?" Zhang San continued to speak vigorously.

Zhang Yang watched the show while thinking about what to do about this matter.

Seeing a piece of red oilcloth behind the tomb, he suddenly remembered something:

Didn't the previous gang of tomb robbers dig a hole to get into this tomb?

Where is the hole?

Zhang Yang asked the two directly: "Where is the hole?"

"We covered it up, for fear of water ingress." Zhang San pointed to the oilcloth.

"Does the archaeological team have anyone who can dig a hole?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

"What? We are doing serious archaeology, Director Zhang, please don't make fun of us!"

Old Xing smelled a dangerous atmosphere, but it was too late.

Zhang Yang's mind was completely open.

"The archaeological team will find someone who can enter the tomb and take a look inside the tomb. Take out all the cultural relics that have been exposed."

"If the group of tomb robbers opened the coffin, find a way to seal the coffin and let the deceased continue to sleep."

"Big brother." Zhang Yang communicated directly with Zhang San: "Do you think it will be safe to bury everything in it?"

"Actually, it's not like that, because the fact that there are treasures in your tomb has been exposed, and there will definitely be tomb robbers who will take advantage of it in the future."

"We can protect it." Zhang San vowed.

"I believe you can do it, but what about two hundred or three hundred years later?" Zhang Yang asked soul-searchingly: "Young people don't even want to plant the land, and you want them to guard the ancestral tomb?"

“Will there be no tomb robbers after two or three hundred years?”

Zhang Yang’s thinking is very clear. The value of Qianlong’s ancient tomb will increase as time goes by, because the old ones have been dug up.

But take out the burial objects in the tomb, put them in the museum, and then put up a sign of [Cultural Relics Protection Unit] outside.

At the same time, write clearly on the back of the sign that the burial objects have been taken away by the archaeological team, so the tomb is basically safe.

Who would dig an empty tomb for no reason?

In this way, the descendants of the Zhang family can also have a place to “return to their ancestors”.

Zhang Yang’s statement successfully moved Zhang San.

"Uncle Yang, I'll do as you say, but I think the museum should show some respect."

"Don't worry about that." Zhang Yang put himself on the museum's side: "If there's no respect at all, then it's not good enough."

Zhang Yang felt that the matter had been perfectly resolved, but he didn't expect that Captain Xing was a stone reincarnated from a toilet, very stubborn, and still insisted:

"I don't agree."

"There are also very precious cultural relics in the coffin, such as the pendants on the deceased, the clothes he wore, the jade products stuffed in the body, and even the coffin itself, which can become the collection of the museum."

"Director Zhang, you should understand what I said."

After hearing this, Zhang Yang really wanted to wave his hand to Zhang San and say:

Bury this Xing, then dig him out and send him to the museum for exhibition.

But looking at the angry expressions of the Zhang family, they are on the verge of exploding, so they can't say anything careless.

[This archaeological captain is really stupid]

[He didn't even let go of other people's coffins, right]

[I thought it was the villagers who were making trouble]

Zhang Yang also thought that the problem was with Zhang San.

I never expected this!

"Uncle, calm down."

Zhang Yang didn't want his little broken station to trigger a bloodbath on its first broadcast, so he suggested:

"Since it's so difficult to communicate with the county archaeological team, don't communicate with them."

"I'll send an archaeological team over to make arrangements for you."

"Archaeological team?" Captain Xing on the side seemed to have heard a joke: "Haha, why do you have an archaeological team in your private museum..."

Zhang Yang automatically filtered out this noise.

Let Chu Ziqiang, the second generation, do the work of slapping someone in the face.

"Uncle, let's just say this first. If you have any questions, talk to the new archaeological team leader later."

Zhang Yang discussed with Baoyou, and after disconnecting the microphone, he immediately tagged Chu Ziqiang in the archaeological team group.

"Captain Chu, it's time to do some work. I'll give you a seaside address later. Take people there quickly."

"The big tomb from the Qianlong period, what was stolen by the boss and his men."

"Remember to fill it back after you take it. If you have any questions, please contact me in time."

At this time, Xiao Chu, who was writing an action report in the hotel, saw the message sent by Zhang Yang and fell into deep thought.

What does "what they stole" mean, and why do they need to "fill it back"?

In the group, Mao Shiqi has already replied:

"Don't worry, the hole I dug requires very little work to fill it back."

Seeing this, Chu Ziqiang couldn't help it any longer:

"Everyone, this is an archaeological team, not the Old Nine Gates!"