Chapter 32 Section IX

As soon as the team members heard it, they cheered and gathered around Xia Mingruo, some raised their legs, some raised their arms, and carried him to an open place, and they all chanted together and threw them upwards: "Ula-! Ula-! " Xia Mingruo screamed and begged for mercy: "I'm afraid of heights! I'm afraid of heights!" The uncle scolded with a smile while holding the wine: "Be careful, don't drop that kid." Xia Mingruo was finally let go and crawled back to the edge of Chu Haiyang in a dizzy state. The gang hadn't had enough of it, and even ran to throw the leopard again.The leopard was not so lucky, he would be thrown once if he threw it twice.Lao Huang was also quite interested, meowing and meowing, jumping along with the leopard.

Big Beard Qian was overjoyed, rolled on the sand and lay on his back.The apprentice stumbled back after the uncle finished throwing it away, and lay down on the spot just like that. After a busy day with their team members, they finally got a basic understanding of the ground conditions of Chishe City.The size of this city is half of the ancient city of Gaochang, which is half a square kilometer, and there are still traces of farming around the city.So in those days, in addition to the pagodas, barracks, and yamen mansions, the city should also have a bustling street with hundreds of private houses, tea shops, wine shops, inns, and horse stations...

As soon as it is daylight, the city wakes up. The soldiers guarding the gate will release the first caravan in the morning light, and the lord will go to welcome the envoys from afar from the Tang Dynasty; the farmers outside the city will start to work on the oasis fed by the river, and the stall owner couple will bring out hot The golden scones, the blacksmith and his apprentice swung the hammer tacitly, and the beautiful girl stood in front of the wine shop and yelled "Come, come!"; journey. Chisheshui, the mother river. When she finally lost her pity for the land and the people, and diverted to another direction, this vibrant city, like the countless ruins in the Western Regions, became rubble and ruins.The poet described it as: "It's like a gigantic Fuji sand table under the sky."

"My friend," Qian Dazi smacked his lips and said with a long sigh, "Ah, archeology, its allure is that it can restore the long-gone history through clues, whether it is sad or happy, it is vivid." The uncle drank the wine in the glass and nodded: "How can outsiders understand!" The bearded man Qian giggled, suddenly got up and jumped onto the half of the earth wall beside him, shouting: "Today, we have restored the history of a city superficially; tomorrow, let us restore the history of a person. Get up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning Digging the grave!"

"Beard, good!" The uncle lost no time in booing, "Brothers, cheer again!" The half-drunk scientific expedition team members threw the leopard up again: "Ula—!" A man's history, or to be precise, a girl's life. She was sixteen years old, and it was clearly written on the murals in the tomb. She lived in the era when Han culture was widely spread to the west. The powerful dynasty in the Central Plains established the Western Regions Protectorate, and managed many small countries like mustard seeds.It can be seen that Chishe City was deeply affected. Except for a small inscription in Kanlu script on the murals, the rest are all Chinese characters, and this inscription in Kanlu script is probably only the signature of the mural artist based on past experience.

The owner of the tomb is at the bottom right of the picture, with a round face, tall, with curly hair sticking to his cheeks, thick eyebrows, big black eyes, and a straight nose.She is tall and tall, with her palms folded, she is looking at the west, and she has not looked away for thousands of years. "Girl, where do you pray to Buddha?" The uncle climbed down the tomb and asked her softly. "No," Qian Dabeard interpreted the words on the mural, "The west is her hometown, Shanshan." "Oh! Miss Loulan!" Xia Mingruo and his gang lay on the tomb entrance, excited.

"It's neither light nor heavy!" the bearded man raised his head and roared, "Hold your head back, and walk backwards—go! If you collapse the tomb, the murals will be gone! And that troublemaker, can you check and write?" Are you ready?" Xia Mingruo stuck out his tongue, turned over and sat on the ground to write the self-criticism, while Chu Haiyang observed with his arms around him: "Wrong." Xia Mingruo raised his head: "Huh?" Chu Haiyang said, "Mr. Xia Baizi." Xia Mingruo held up the paper: "Which one?" Chu Haiyang nodded with his hand: "This word."

Xia Mingruo asked, "Which one is it?" "This!" Chu Haiyang was impatient, grabbed the pen and paper and taught, "This should be written like this! Have you ever read a book? How did you get into college? You can't understand..." When he raised his head again, Xia Mingruo Gone, Lao Huang looked at him sympathetically. Chu Haiyang said, "Ah!" Xia Mingruo poked his head out of the grave, smiled and arched his paws at him, but was knocked aside by the uncle accidentally. "Don't believe me, don't get in your way!" The uncle moved with his hands on his back, wanting to put the coffin back together with Qian Dahuzi.

Xia Mingruo hurriedly said wait, he crawled to a corner of the tomb and pulled out the mask that had been buried in fine sand, and carefully put it back into the coffin.According to the burial customs at that time, the face of the ancient corpse was covered with white silk, and it had to wait until the laboratory to reveal it. If it was moved rashly, the face might be torn off together. The uncle looked at the mask and exclaimed, "How beautiful." The bearded man thought it was right, he jumped out of the tomb and yelled, and the team members outside began to dig holes, using all small shovels and nibbling.They are digging a more regular entrance and exit, and strictly control the size of the entrance and exit. Once the coffin can be lifted out, they will stop immediately.

Leopard is a non-professional, responsible for carrying the fine sand. He said with a smile: "Hey hey, the archaeological team collectively robbed the tomb..." The uncle punched him far away with the first-rate fist, then rushed over and kicked him twice. Qian Dahuzi knew that he was wrong, so he deliberately lowered his face and said, "Why? My own girl, can't see twice? Besides," he muttered to find a reason, "All the archaeological teams in Xinjiang are permanently stationed in Loulan At worst, I'll just notify them..." "The problem is that it is better to let them dig than to let me dig!" He was confident again.

"All right, all right, Master," Xia Mingruo patted him on the shoulder, pointing to himself, "Ours, I understand." The bearded man was very moved: "You are still considerate." Xia Mingruo was encouraged, buried his head in the soil, and after digging for a while thought of it, he said, "Could it be another one who married from Loulan?" "Oh, remind me, 90% of them are." Chu Haiyang said, "Loulan is poor, but the beauty is so beautiful. It is said that all the princes of the Western Regions take Princess Loulan as their wife. This girl does not seem to have a low status." The leopard that was beaten into the air crawled back again, longing for it: "Beauty, what should it look like?" "Oh! Well," Qian Dahuzi threw away the shovel, stood up with his hips crossed, raised his head and said, "the Loulan people are actually a mixed race of Asia and Europe; as for my ethnicity, I belong to the descendants of the Da Yue clan, basically It is the same ancestor as the Loulan people. Therefore, you can imagine the appearance of the Loulan beauty with reference to my handsome profile." Everyone stared at him for a while, and finally the uncle said, "Huzi, on our side, those who grow up to be like you are generally not called girls, but Lu Zhishen." "..." Beard greeted, "Work! Work!" The dryness of the desert is a good thing for ancient tombs. In areas with abundant water vapor, the periphery of well-preserved tombs is often packed with dozens or hundreds of tons of white plaster mud, which caused the later archaeologists to complain. After digging to a certain extent, Xia Mingruo's support frame came in handy again. While he was busy up and down, Chu Haiyang began to paint the murals with protective mud.It was the same kind of mud that foreigners used to steal murals in the Western Regions and transport them back to Europe. However, most of the art treasures that were kept in museums were destroyed in World War II. Because of insufficient materials, Xia Mingruo only made half of the bracket, so he whistled and changed shifts.Qian Dahuzi and others assisted Chu Haiyang to wrap thick felt on the outside of the coffin and fix it with thick hemp rope. There is almost no wind today, and the weather is clear and cold; everyone in the tomb is busy and quiet.Suddenly, the team's assistant and telegraph operator, Yu Yu, rushed over yelling: "Good news! Good news!" The bearded man asked, "What good news?" Yu Yu was panting: "Old... Teacher! Good news! I just received a message from the Loulan team of the Xinjiang Institute. They found the tomb of the sun in Loulan!" The rest asked: "What is Sun Tomb?" "Oh!" Xiaoyu said, "This is their name. It is said that it is a huge tomb pit. In addition to the coffin, there are layers of thick logs in the pit. The order of the first and the last is the same, and it looks like rays of light when viewed from above. , so it’s called Sun Tomb. Teacher, they are very happy, this discovery will shock the world! What a great—” "What a fart!!!" Everyone shouted at him in unison. Yu Yu took a step back in fright. Chu Haiyang said: "There is still competition between the first company and the second company in the same unit. Fortunately, you are smaller than you, and you can crawl from inside to outside." The bearded man was furious: "Comrades, let's dig too! If you dig it, take it back to Beijing and don't tell them! Who will let them take all the benefits!" "Ah?...Don't tell?" Xiao Xiao said timidly, "I have already told them, we found Chishe City and the ancient tomb, and they are sending people..." Before the people and horses from the Xinjiang Institute arrived, the telegram arrived first.The bearded man Qian looked at it with disapproval: "Hum!" He urged again and again: "Dig quickly, dig quickly, and run away when you are done digging." Everyone asked: "Run with the coffin?" The bearded man said angrily, "Just take it and run! What's the matter? How dare you snatch our girl? By the way, I might as well take another look at her." As he spoke, he was about to open the coffin, but someone rushed to stop him and said, "Teacher, discipline!" The bearded man dug his ears and said, "Huh? What?" The man said: "Ji...Ji...Can you let me take a look too?" The bearded man shouted, "Who doesn't want to see it?" The team members looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally all laughed wickedly. The felt that had just been wrapped was opened again, and everyone put the coffin lid in the temporary tent next to the ancient tomb, and then surrounded the tomb twice, looking at the coffin and not daring to come out. The coffin is a colorful coffin, the background is cloud pattern, and the clouds are painted with banquets, galloping horses, camel patterns, and strange animals with long horns (some like deer).In addition to these, the two ends of the coffin are also painted with sun and moon patterns, with three-legged crows in the middle of the day and toads in the middle of the moon. Everyone stared blankly at the girl's mask, asking silently whether to remove it or not? The bearded man also looked at the mask.The mask is carved from high-quality wood, and after so many years, the cracks are not serious; the front is painted with white paint, and the eyes, nose and mouth are painted, black is black, red is red, very beautiful. The bearded man cleared his throat, as if he had choked on something, before he sighed and said, "Don't expose it, everyone, let's take a good look. Those people from the Loulan group are close to us, and there are big trucks, maybe they will leave tomorrow." I can make it there. If we want to see her in the future, we have to go to the museum." Everyone was silent, Chu Haiyang suddenly put on gloves to uncover the ancient corpse's skirt. Xia Mingruo said, "What are you doing?" Chu Haiyang only touched it slightly, feeling that the fibers of the clothes had become brittle, so he withdrew his hand, pointed at the neckline of the ancient corpse and said with a smile, "Look." Xia Mingruo said, "Oh, it's Dragonfly's Eyes!" "The Pearl of the Marquis of Sui," Chu Haiyang said, "This girl is wearing treasures all over her body." "Really!" The team members became excited, "Look at her ears, they also have dragonfly eyes!" Dragonfly's eye is a kind of glass bead, which originated in Persia. It got its name because the unique pattern resembles the big eyes of a dragonfly.A string of dragonfly eyeballs was unearthed from the tomb of Marquis Yi of Zeng, with light blue and light green base colors and white patterns.At that time, some scholars believed that this was the "Pearl of the Marquis of Sui", one of the treasures of the Six Kingdoms, but there are not many people who hold similar opinions. Some people also said that in "Mo Shang Sang", Luo Fu's "moon bead in the ear" is also a dragonfly's eye, but unfortunately there is no hard evidence for the same. "This kind is relatively common. Its scientific name is 'Red-Etched Chalcedony Beads'. Mr. Xia Nai has studied its production method before." The bearded man sighed again. " Xia Mingruo discovered the New World again, so he went to get it: "What is this?" "It's Yu," the uncle slapped his hand off, "Don't move." "Why?" Xia Mingruo laughed, "Growing white hair again?" The uncle said: "You don't understand, there is a custom of picking jade in the Western Regions. Jade has spirituality. If jade is produced in a river, a woman must go into the water naked to get it, otherwise the jade will run away, because women are yin, and jade is also yin." The jade in the ancient tomb here is especially evil, and men should not take it randomly, and a woman must break it first." Qian Dabeard said: "Are you superstitious?" "Who said that?" said the uncle, "This is the code of conduct." Xia Mingruo said seriously, "What should we do? Apart from having no girls here, there are no girls in the Loulan Group." "Then you can't take it," the uncle asked, "Where's Huang?" Xia Mingruo said: "Old Huang belongs to the father." It just so happened that Lao Huang was squatting at the entrance of the tomb to watch the excitement. Hearing this, he wanted to escape, but was grabbed by Xia Mingruo.This buddy smirked while grabbing the cat's paws to touch Yu, and Old Huang meowed.Chu Haiyang said, "Stop it, it's too cruel." He opened the notebook and scribbled the word "Mother", tore off the paper and pasted it on the old Huang's head: "Go." Lao Huang's eyes were filled with tears, but he was imprisoned and free, so he could only struggle hard. Qian Dabeard finally understood: "Are you guys playing?" Xia Mingruo stuck out his tongue, Qian Dabeard swung his giant spirit palm and slapped him hard on the back of the head, and then let Lao Huang out. "Build the coffin," he said, "Hang Hai will stay here for a while. Let's deal with the murals before leaving. The rest of the people go back first, pack their bags and prepare to leave tomorrow." The team members nodded, cleaned up and left.Xia Mingruo and Lao Huang are stubborn; as for the uncle, the tomb is his home.