"Zhou Dongzhuo." Zhou Dongyi waved his hand to Zhou Dongzhuo to come over.
"What for?"
"I will immediately find someone to call the Cultural Relics Bureau. You should quickly contact various departments of the company and ask them to prepare. If this is really Cao Xueqin's cemetery, then the company must use this hot spot to promote it. When the time comes, This land will be donated to the country, no money is required.”
"No money?" Zhou Dongzhuo looked at Zhou Dongyi in shock and asked, "Is that too much of a loss?"
"It's not a loss." Zhou Dongyi turned his back to Fang Ze and hugged Zhou Dongzhuo. Then the two brothers whispered, "We will donate the land, but there are conditions. A memorial hall will definitely be built here and it will become a tourist attraction. This area and the government It’s agreed that the project must be handed over to us. Then there must be some shops and the like around the memorial hall, and we must get part of it. And haven’t you talked to the surrounding farmers before about contracting the nearby land? The news has not been leaked yet, so we have to pay a high price to finalize the contract. These are big and profitable projects, and we will make back our money within a few years."
"What if this is not Cao Xueqin's cemetery?" Zhou Dongzhuo hesitated, "The land price near the imperial capital is not cheap. If not, we would have suffered a big loss."
"Believe me, master. Don't worry, it's okay." Zhou Dongyi patted Zhou Dongzhuo's head.
"I'm not a child anymore, don't pat me on the head." Zhou Dongzhuo shook his head, and then complained to Zhou Dongyi, "My head hurts after hearing so many words. I asked you to come to the company to be my assistant and help me. You didn’t come to deal with the company’s affairs, and now you’re in trouble.”
"Haha, I'll be your assistant just to play games with you. If you were more mature, you wouldn't be my stupid brother."
Zhou Dongzhuo and Zhou Dongyi were busy with their own affairs. Fang Ze stood alone in front of the cemetery, seemingly studying the tombstones. In fact, he used the force to separate the earth covering the surface of the coffin bit by bit, and then used the force to separate the coffin. The complete set of ancient books in the Red Mansion was delivered to Cao Zhan's body through the already tattered coffin.
After Fang Ze finished all this, at night, the archaeological team sent by the Cultural Relics Bureau arrived belatedly. And unlike Fang Ze's idea that it would be led by a few respected old people, the people sent by the Cultural Relics Bureau All of them were young people who looked no more than thirty years old.
"Who made the call and said they found Cao Xueqin's grave?" A young man came over and asked the people present.
"It's me." Zhou Dongzhuo walked up, introduced his identity and told what happened.
Of course, according to Zhou Dongzhuo, the reason why Cao Xueqin's tomb was discovered this time was purely due to an accident during construction.
He naturally knew that if he told people from the Cultural Relics Bureau that he was telling people about ghost dreams, they would definitely be regarded as crazy.
"Why are there only a few young people?" Fang Ze came over at this time, looked at the people sent by the Cultural Relics Bureau present, and asked with a frown.
"Who are you?" A little girl who looked like she had just graduated from college saw Fang Ze coming over to ask. She originally wanted to say something "You don't look older than me", but she thought about it and held it back.
"This is the special consultant of our company." Zhou Dongzhuo quickly introduced Fang Ze's identity.
Special advisor
The young people present turned to look at Fang Ze. Naturally, he knew that his status as a special consultant for a company building a resort village near the imperial capital was not simple, so he was surprised by Fang Ze's age.
"Our Cultural Relics Bureau takes this discovery very seriously after receiving your call. However, today happens to be Saturday and many people are resting at home, so we sent a few of us over first. If it is confirmed that the situation is true, experts will come over then. Check."
The young man said it politely, but Fang Ze understood what was going on as soon as he heard it.
Cao Xueqin was very poor, which determined that his tomb would not be too big, and would even be exactly the same as that of ordinary people.
Under such circumstances, it is very difficult to distinguish whether it is Cao Xueqin's tomb. Because the economic strength of the Cao family meant that there were very few burial objects in Cao Xueqin's coffin, or none at all.
At that time, we can only rely on tombstones to simply determine the identity of the tomb owner during his lifetime.
But for tombstones, unless a life story is engraved on them, it is very, very difficult to make others think that this is Cao Xueqin's tomb just by relying on the name.
Moreover, the Cultural Relics Bureau does not believe that a few laymen working on the construction site can determine whether this is Cao Xueqin’s cemetery. So in order to avoid a wasted trip, only a few young employees from the bureau were sent over.
You deserve to be lucky, you can get this kind of credit by lying down.
Fang Ze shook his head and led the way for these young people.
"Cao Xueqin's grave is here."
"Brother, look at the tombstone." The girl who had been talking to Fang Ze ran to the tombstone, put on a mask and gloves, gently brushed the soil off the tombstone, and then turned to the man leading the team and said.
"It really looks a bit like Cao Xueqin's cemetery." As the man spoke, he glanced at Fang Ze suspiciously.
To this day, he still doubts whether these people forged the tombstone and created a fake Cao Xueqin cemetery in order to achieve some purpose.
However, young people are still very motivated.
Because Fang Ze and the others had basically dug out the coffin before, the archaeological team present only needed to use tools to carefully open the coffin.
The coffin was made of wood and had long since decayed. It had no research value, so even though it was getting dark, the young people still opened the coffin.
As expected, there were no identified burial objects in the coffin, which disappointed the archaeological team members.
This means that it will be very difficult to judge whether the person lying down is Cao Xueqin.
Anyone who is serious about archeology loves this field from the bottom of their hearts. After all, those who stayed in the Cultural Relics Bureau of the imperial capital as soon as they graduated must have graduated from prestigious schools. If they followed other industries, there would be a lot of room for development. Only archeology would simply earn a lifetime salary.
"There seem to be a few books here."
Just when everyone was disappointed, the girl discovered the book that Fang Ze had stuffed in.
"Take it out carefully and take a look." The young man in the lead suddenly changed his expression.
Who has a burial book in their coffin
There are no other burial objects, just books
Considering that Cao Xueqin actually predicted that Dream of Red Mansions would be banned by the court during his lifetime, it is self-evident what kind of book this is.
Several people carefully took out the book and looked at the pages.
Stone record!
"Teacher, senior brother!" The girl carefully took out the last volume, opened it, and said with a cry of joy, "It's the complete volume!"
(End of chapter)