Chapter 347 Old Man, Something Is Wrong with You

There are many people who make Luoyang shovels, but there are generally only two types of people who use Luoyang shovels. One is from the official archaeological team, and the other is tomb robbers.

Therefore, the identity of the visitor was obvious to Zhang Yang.

Although it is a bit exaggerated to go out to work in broad daylight, but everyone has gone to rob tombs, so it is not surprising that anything happens.

But Zhang Yang didn't speak in a hurry, he just stared at the old man.

Let’s observe it first.

After all, he has a weapon in his hand. Even though he is just a Luoyang shovel, if he can really dance, he will be no worse than a red tassel gun.

If the other party wanted to take action, he would just call someone.

I hope Miss Kang brought her electric shock stick with her this time, otherwise it might be a bit stressful to rely on Da Zhuang alone later.

"Hey, young man, which village are you from and what are you doing here?"

Zhang Yang didn't expect that the other party would dare to talk to him first. He was very arrogant.

He immediately replied: "I'm here to catch the tomb robbers. Do you know where there are tomb robbers?"

"Grave robber?" The old man's expression changed.

Zhang Yang thought he had been fooled by what he said, but unexpectedly the old man suddenly put the things in his hands on the ground, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his jacket.

Still a soft-packed Huazi.

"Are you a policeman? This is my first time seeing a policeman catching a tomb robber."

The old man happily took out a cigarette and walked over to hand it to Zhang Yang.

"Have grave robbers come to our village?"

Is the reaction so normal?

Zhang Yang touched his cheek. Could it be that he had made a wrong judgment?

He waved his hand: "Uncle, thank you, I don't smoke."

"Where are you going with the Luoyang shovel on your back?"

"Hey, it turns out you recognized my Luoyang shovel." The old man slapped his thigh and suddenly realized, "Comrade police, you must have misunderstood. I am not a tomb robber."

He pointed to the hill beside Zhang Yang and said, "I'm here to help the archaeological team inspect this ancient tomb."

"Archaeology team?"

"Yes, the archaeological team, look, they are the people from the archaeological team."

Zhang Yang turned around and happened to see Shen Xingyue and three others growing out of the grave.

"Master Ren, you are back so soon!"

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is Master Zhang, the archaeological expert from the Cultural Relics Bureau we invited." Shen Xingyue walked to Zhang Yang and introduced.

"Master Zhang, this is Master Ren, the famous local blacksmith who is one of the members of our association that I mentioned to you before."

After a few people exchanged greetings, Zhang Yang found out that the Luoyang shovel in the old man's hand was actually made by himself.

Although there are ready-made pictures on the Internet, Zhang Yang still admires a blacksmith who is so idle.

And besides the Luoyang shovel, there are many good things in the old man’s bag.

"What's the name of this thing?" Zhang Yang curiously took out a spiral metal tool, a bit like a big drill.

"This is called a cyclone shovel. I researched it myself based on the functions written in the novel..."

When talking about his work, Master Ren was visibly excited and even took the initiative to give a demonstration in the wasteland nearby.

This cyclone shovel is really a big drill bit, but the object of drilling is changed from wood to soil.

The effect was pretty good, but it was a bit difficult to use. Zhang Yang and Da Zhuang had to help, and they were able to get only thirty centimeters in, and both of them were tired and sweating.

"Is it better to have an electric version of this thing?" Da Zhuang asked, wiping his sweat.

"I think you're talking about the drilling machine." Miss Kang rolled her eyes at him.

"This is for tomb robbers, it just needs to be quiet." Master Ren explained very experiencedly.

In addition to the tornado shovel, the old man also brought an engineer shovel, a pickaxe, and even a jack.

He even considered using a jack to open the tomb door.

This made Zhang Yang have to take a look at the three brothers.

Are you sure this old man brought these things for you to visit the grave?

Then you shouldn't be just exploring the tomb.

After the demonstration, Master Ren's face was full of pride: "Experts, you have never seen these things in archeology, have you?"

"It's true that these things are great at digging holes, but archeology is all about digging down layer by layer. Except for the Luoyang shovel, other things are really useless."

Zhang Yang answered honestly, but Master Ren was a little unhappy.

He felt his research was being slighted.

He argued: "My Luoyang shovel is different from the ones you commonly use. I have improved it."

As he said that, he picked up the shovel and went to shovel it on the grave just now.

Zhang Yang quickly stopped him.

"No, there is no robber hole in this place. It may be a very rare and well-preserved ancient tomb from the Ming Dynasty. Don't shovel it down."

"Once a knowledgeable tomb robber discovers that a shovel has been shoveled here, he will definitely follow suit, and then the tomb will be exposed."

For an ancient tomb like this from the early Ming Dynasty, if the identity of the tomb owner could be found in paper documents such as county annals, then the brand of "provincial cultural relics protection unit" would basically be stable, and there would even be a chance to become a tourist attraction.

This kind of thing that can benefit the local people should not be ruined by the old man's shovel just to show off his skills.

"Are there really grave robbers around here?" Master Ren stopped walking uphill and stepped back somewhat sarcastically.

He didn't forget that Zhang Yang was here to catch the tomb robbers.

Got a little carried away.

"Master Ren, you really have to listen to the experts on this matter. He is a professional."

"I know." The old man nodded, "Then you get busy, I'll go back first."

"Let me give you a gift..." Da Zhuang wanted to help.

"No, no, I can take it back if I can."

Master Ren rejected Da Zhuang and asked before leaving: "Teacher, what kind of tomb is this? Our ancestors have lived here for decades, and we have never found this tomb before."

"The identity of the owner of the tomb cannot be determined yet." Zhang Yang replied, "What is certain is that the people buried in this tomb are either rich or noble."

"Awesome! An expert is an expert."

Master Ren praised inexplicably.

The other three also echoed.

No...what are you guys bragging about?

Zhang Yang didn't even know what useful information he had said.

"Thank you everyone, but we should contact the local cultural relics department first. It is best to leave this kind of tomb to them."

"From the Cultural Relics Bureau?" After hearing Zhang Yang's words, Master Ren, who had just walked a few steps, turned back, "Expert, aren't you from the Cultural Relics Bureau?"

"This is an expert from the State Administration of Cultural Heritage. The local ancient tombs still have to be handed over to the local cultural relics department..."

Maybe it was because the old man was a member of the Grave Visitors Association, and Shen Xingyue explained it very carefully.

Unknowingly, Zhang Yang's background was exposed.

This was not a big problem at first, but when Zhang Yang saw some changes in the old man's expression, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

What's the joy in your eyes when you hear that I'm not a local expert?

Something even worse was still to come. Master Ren suddenly said, "I happen to know the person in charge of the County Cultural Relics Bureau. How about I make a call for you?"