This old man surnamed Wu is worthy of being an expert who has been engaged in archaeology for many years. The knowledge he knows far exceeds that of ordinary people, and the archaeological spirit is extremely strong. Every move is always expressing respect for his career, such as the present.

Old Wu was wearing white gloves in both hands, carefully took out a piece of porcelain from the inside of the coffin, and then spread a layer of yellow cloth strips on the ground to avoid damage. He held the notes in his hand and gently wiped away the dust with his head in his other hand, revealing the font.

With just one glance, he recognized where and who was located in what era and other information!

Zhuge Yun couldn't help but take a few more glances. It was not only the old man who could tell the information, but he was not as good as he said so carefully. At most, he knew some of it.

Follow the old man to dig out a few items, and say what he learned... at most, let’s cultivate it.

Although he has a certificate that is several levels higher than the old man, his status in the archaeological world is naturally much higher than that in his opinion. However, even he doesn't know where the certificate comes from, let alone other people.

Moreover, the old man worked for the Cultural Relics Bureau. The cultural relics excavated in the end were still in the hands of the state, and he was regarded as a person who protected cultural relics.

After all, I am just a tomb robber, and I am far from anything. Even if there is one, I guess I am better at finding a tomb.

What archaeological experts do? To be funny, it is nothing more than waiting for the tomb source at home, or studying history, maps, and sections, and using the power of science to find a tomb. In that case, it will take several years or even decades to find one.

It’s different to know Feng Shui. Just walk to one place, look at the starry sky, identify it with Feng Shui knowledge in various directions, accurately find the cemetery in minutes, and each place is a large tomb!

He has this confidence.

So, archaeological experts spend most of their time waiting.

What are you waiting for?

After the tomb robbers found the cemetery and were arrested, archaeological experts went to excavate.

After all, I have specialized in my profession.

Mr. Wu held an ancient urinary pot in his hand, used the light to study it carefully, and after a while, he said: "After all, it was produced by the Three Kingdoms, and the quality is not the best. I am afraid it was made by the hands of a small folk figure, but it's a pity."

Zhuge Yun didn't know much about antiques like ceramics and asked with curiosity: "How did Mr. Wu see that this...the urinal comes from a small person?"

Mr. Wu glanced at him and pointed to the surface of the urinal and explained: "Look, the body color of high-quality porcelain is light gray, the glaze is green and smooth, with fewer patterns, and only scratched or printed grid patterns. This practice was popular in the mid-Three Kingdoms. Generally speaking, it would not be used by generals like Huang Zhong. According to my guess, the coffin should be buried with family members or servants."

"But Huang Zhong's family is still a mystery, his wife is a mystery, but the only son died of illness in his early years. Judging from the color of the pottery... Hiss, it should have gradually become popular after he defected to Liu Bei."

"In short, the color of this ceramic cannot be made by a master, and its collection value has naturally been reduced infinitely. Fortunately, it originated a thousand years ago and it was too long. In addition, the entire finished product was retained in full, so it can be barely included in the Cultural Relics Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yun's impression of the old man became even higher. He looked at the urinal deeply and joked: "Maybe there is such a possibility. Huang Zhong's son Huang Xu used this urinal before he died of illness in his early years. Later, whenever Huang Zhong missed him, he would take out the urinal to be missed?"

Mr. Wu was stunned and laughed: "Your generation of young people have many ideas, and it's not that there is no possibility, right?"

Zhuge Yun nodded, took a crystal box for him, and put the urinal in it to protect him.

Seeing that the old man had such rich knowledge, he simply asked what he was suspicious, "Old Wu, do you think that in the legend, General Huang, except for one son, really has a daughter Huang Wudie, and does the descendants of the Huang family continue now?"

It is said in history that Huang Zhong really has a son, but his daughter Huang Wudie is still circulating. Since he has this name, why do he have to question the truth? Could it be that later generations made up their own things?

Mr. Wu put down the items in his hand and thought for a little bit of an answer: "To be honest, I have been pursuing this answer since I was young. I have been thirty years since I was a child, but I still can't solve it. There are all kinds of suspicions in the yard, and no one is really true."

"According to my guess, Huang Zhong's son and daughter are real, but it is definitely not called Huang Wudie. The name you are talking about seems to be a character in the game."

Zhuge Yun paused on his face and shook his head awkwardly. The name Huang Wudie was posted online and he had never played that game before.

Mr. Wu smiled. Many students in the yard played games, and they often mentioned that they would remember them over time. "The daughter of Huang Zhong was not mentioned in the official history, but the unofficial history is more about the character designs in the game."

"I think Huang Zhong does have a daughter, but her name is not Huang Wudie, but Huang Ling. There is an ancient article that says, "My brother is seriously ill, and his father sighs that there is no successor, but his daughter is not in trouble. If he can change his brother and get healthy, he will be willing to go to the border, learn martial arts and discuss swords, and join the army for his brother, Ling stays."

Mr. Wu talked, "It can be clearly analyzed from ancient texts that Huang Zhong's daughter Huang Ling has been learning martial arts sword since she was a child, and has been traveling far away for a long time and rarely returns. She never came back until Huang Xu died, so no one knows it."

"My daughter is so strong, she never mentions her father's name outside, which is easy to understand." Zhuge Yun agreed.

"Yes, girls who are a few years old will learn martial arts and martial arts, and they will eventually grow up when they are fragile." Mr. Wu sighed: "As for the descendants of the Huang family you mentioned, there is another ancient article to record."

"Father, my daughter is thirty years old and has not been married for a long time. Now I meet my lover, my fate has come. My husband's family is rich and he is an official in Jingzhou. His family is great and his career is great. My daughter is moved by her. I am sorry for her father."

Zhuge Yun chewed it in his mouth, took a deep breath and said, "Can Huang Zhong go to Jingzhou just to find his daughter?"

"Then I don't know. In short, there are many statements and no one knows it. Unless there are records in the family of Huang Ling's descendants and can really be taken out, it can be considered to solve the mystery." Old Wu shook his head and said.

Time passed quickly, and the two of them were so happy to discuss the exchange of history and culture. Mr. Wu, a seemingly rigorous scholar, was quite nagging when chatting, and several middle-aged people not far away were extremely surprised.

Others don’t understand it. This old man is famous for being serious in the yard. He either puts the key points or thinks about it himself if he doesn’t understand it. When facing outsiders, he talks surprisingly.

They didn't know that Zhuge Yun actually understood it. The more he had an in-depth exchange with him, the more he understood how thorough the young man's understanding of history was, far from comparable to the so-called doctoral students in the college.

Mr. Wu communicated with him. At first, he was the one who had the previous one to deal with it. Later, he unknowingly reduced his identity and lost all the constraints, so he felt very comfortable to chat.

"Old Wu, what would happen if the descendants of the Huang family knew that we had dug his ancestral tomb?" Zhuge Yun said with a smile.

Mr. Wu never thought of such problems at all. Besides, it was all over the place. It had nothing to do with us. He said: "What you said has never happened. If so, let them go to the Cultural Relics Bureau."

After the words came, a person suddenly ran over at the stairs and said anxiously: "Teacher Wu is not good. How many people came over there to make trouble, saying, "We dug up his ancestral grave?"

Hearing this, Zhuge Yun and Mr. Wu looked at each other.
Chapter completed!