Jia She's eldest son of the Red Chamber

On the outskirts of the capital, in a construction site outside Zhangjia Village.

The sun was setting, and the sky was full of red clouds. At dusk, when it was getting late, the sky was glowing red like a fire, and the reflection was more brilliant than the day.

And in the middle of the messy construction site, there are two groups of people confronting each other. On one side are workers with strange hands, shovels in their hands, and broad arms, while the other side is empty-handed, and they will not let the workers get close. Mounds of young students.

The workers waved their clumsy shovels and shouted, "Boy! Get out of here, don't get in our way."

The young students were obviously terrified, but they still tried their best to stand in front of the strange hand and said, "This is an ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty. It cannot be excavated until it is appraised!"

Foreman Zhang said, "It's just a deserted tomb, what kind of ancient tomb."

It is not a miracle that the ancient tomb was dug in the middle of the development. Foreman Zhang has seen it a lot. If it is really a Qin and Han tomb, they will not dare to move it.But just now they have seen clearly that this is just an ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty, and there are seventy if not one hundred tombs like this around the capital.

Foreman Zhang didn't pay attention to an ancient tomb that was destined to disappear. He paused and threatened, "Get out of the way quickly. If the project is delayed, you guys won't be able to afford it."

The young female student hesitantly pulled the students headed by La and said, "Yan Jun, why don't we forget it? It's just an ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty, not an official's tomb. Maybe the higher-ups think it has no research value and decide not to rescue it." indefinite."

"Yan Qi!" Yan Jun taught, "We can't give up just because it's not an official's tomb. Even if it's just a common people's tomb, it still has its research value!"

"Come on." Another student, Sun Xiao, complained directly, "Don't drop your schoolbag, none of us have memorized Chapter 1 of the Archaeological Chapter!" Note [-]

Sun Xiao glanced around, and warned nervously, "Do you know that if this place is included in the archaeological value, we will be out of luck."

After all, it is only a civilian tomb in the Qing Dynasty, and it was still in the Qianlong era. The archaeological value is limited. If the above judges that there is no need for rescue here, they will fight for nothing. The students are afraid that they will not be able to afford it.

"Don't worry!" Yan Jun whispered, "I have already notified Professor Hu."

Professor Hu is involved, not to mention one project, even ten projects will not be a problem.

Yan Qi worriedly asked, "Will Professor Hu come?" It's just an ancient Qing Dynasty tomb, so Professor Hu might look down on it, right?

Yan Jun spoke slightly, "Professor Hu is a so-called fan, and the owner of this tomb is Zhang Yiquan. Professor Hu will definitely come."

"Zhang Yiquan!" Sun Jian's eyes lit up, "Is that Zhang Yiquan?"

Yan Jun nodded heavily, "It's clearly written on the tombstone, it's Zhang Yiquan!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Sun Xiao beat Yan Jun heavily, and cursed, "Did you say it earlier, it made me so nervous."

Yan Jun snorted coldly, "Our archaeologists can't just because the tomb is small—"

Before Yan Jun finished speaking, Yan Qi and Sun Xiao shouted at the same time, "Shut up!"

If I had known that this guy was here to pull them to do some physical monster blocking, they wouldn't go crazy with him no matter what they said.

Although the workers couldn't hear the whispers of the students, seeing a few students who were a little scared suddenly seemed to be excited like a chicken blood, everyone's heart sank slightly, and a few people discussed it. Let's talk about the Qing Dynasty tombs blocking the way.

We can't blame them for not caring about Chinese culture, but it would be a waste of time just to let people appraise the archaeological value of this ancient tomb. Waiting for these archaeologists to sort out the ancient relics in the tomb, the whole process will be completed, and I don't know when it will be delayed before the work can continue.

Just as the workers were quietly preparing to direct the strange hands to dig, an Audi came galloping, making harsh braking sounds on the cement road.

The owner of the car couldn't wait to stop the car and rushed out of the car. Although it was the autumn of He Xu, the man was still sweating all over his body.

The person who came was a middle-aged man about 40 years old, with a thin body. Because he had been doing archaeology in the fields for many years, under the sun and rain, his skin was slightly dark, and there were some slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. There is a special book temperament, which makes people's eyes bright.

Seeing that person walking directly to the construction site, Foreman Zhang felt his heart pounding. He was not afraid of a group of ignorant students, but he was afraid of meeting a knowledgeable expert.

Foreman Zhang scolded, "This is a construction site, you can't come in!?"

The man glanced at Foreman Zhang lightly, and Foreman Zhang's heart tightened. He didn't dare to say a lot of words, and took a step back silently. This man was too popular, and he was probably even more difficult to provoke than Boss Chen.

"Professor Hu!" Yan Jun's eyes lit up when he saw that person, and he stepped forward quickly, "It's really great that you're here."

Hu Rui nodded slightly, "How is the damage? Is the dynasty confirmed? Did you see the robbery cave?"

Yan Jun replied quickly, "A hole was dug out by strange hands on the top of the tomb. According to the age of the tombstone, it is an ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty, but it is too late to check whether there is a robbed hole."

Hearing this, Hu Rui frowned slightly, and loosened his tie casually.

The most feared thing in archeology is encountering tomb robbers. Tomb robbers only care about the money in the tomb, and they don’t care about the cultural value of the cultural relics in the ancient tomb at all. Most of the meaningful cultural relics will be destroyed, and in many cases even the historical clues left by the owner of the tomb will be gone.

But for archaeologists, the worthless written records are the focus of their hard work. Being able to know the identity of the tomb owner and his historical position is more exciting to archaeologists than any gold and silver ingots dug. In particular, what I came across today is the tomb of Zhang Yiquan. If we can dig out the last forty chapters of the Dream of Red Mansions, this will be the fulfillment of the dream of the Chinese people.

Only then did Yan Jun notice that Professor Hu was wearing a well-fitting three-piece suit. He seemed to have rushed over from some important occasion, and he could vaguely smell the faint smell of alcohol on Professor Hu's body. It was the day of the field archeology awards, and the professor probably rushed here from some kind of celebration banquet.

Yan Jun apologized, "I'm sorry to ask you to come here in such a hurry."

Compared with the highest honor in the archaeological field—the Field Archeology Award, this ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty is really not worth mentioning.

"It's nothing." Hu Rui waved his hand indifferently. With the Xuechi ruins in front of him, it would be great if the archaeological project he hosted won the third prize. Since he is destined to accompany him, it doesn't matter whether he participates in the final dinner or not.

He asked directly, "Are you sure it's Zhang Yiquan's tomb?"

If it was the ancient tomb of the Qing Dynasty next to it, he might not have rushed here on purpose, because Yan Jun said it was the tomb of Zhang Yiquan, so he put aside his work and came here.

Zhang Yiquan, a member of the Han Army Banner in the House of Internal Affairs of the Qing Dynasty, wrote "Chunliutang Poetry Draft". Like many Han people who were depressed and unhappy, there was nothing special about his life. So he set up his own family and left home.

There have been tens of millions of people like this in history, but this person has an unusual friend——Cao Xueqin.

With Cao Xueqin as a friend alone, Zhang Yiquan's tomb is worth digging.

Zhang Yiquan... I was careless in making friends!

"Yes." Yan Jun's eyes glowed, "We found a tombstone near the cemetery. It is written on it that it is Zhang Yiquan. It was erected by his friend Dunmin, and the era is also suitable."

Dun Min was also one of Cao Xueqin's friends. Judging from Zhang Yiquan's poverty, it is not surprising that his tombstone was funded by friends after his death.

Hu Rui frowned slightly, and his original excitement faded a little, "Although Zhang Yiquan is poor, according to the records, he has a wife and son, even if his wife and children are poor and unable to bury Zhang Yiquan, his tombstone should be erected by his son. not his friends."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jun was immediately dejected, with a look of disappointment on his face. He thought he could find some forty chapters of the Dream of the Red Chamber from Zhang Yiquan's tomb.

"However!" Hu Rui changed his tone, "Our archeology is not for money, but to study ancient people and ancient culture. Whether it is emperors, nobles, or ordinary people, they are all the objects of our research, even if it is not Cao Xueqin. friends, also has its research value.”

He patted Yan Jun's shoulder heavily, "You did a good job this time."

He also heard something that the tomb of Zhang Yiquan was unintentionally excavated by the developer when digging the basement.At first, the developer wanted to bury the tomb quietly, but Yan Jun tried his best to block it, so that Zhang Yiquan's tomb could be preserved.

Yan Jun's eyes lit up, and he smiled shyly.

He turned his head to look at the top of the tomb, which was mostly destroyed by strange hands, and said with some regret, "Unfortunately, we arrived too late, and most of the cemetery was destroyed by construction workers."

The tomb is not big, and more than half of it was destroyed by strange hands. The most shocking thing is that the top of the tomb has been flattened, and the scene of the tomb can be seen vaguely.

Hu Rui pondered slightly, the capital is about to enter the rainy season, and paper and other things are most afraid of water. If they are not excavated as soon as possible, even if there is really a dream of Red Mansions inside, it will definitely disappear after being submerged in water.

"Rescue excavation must be carried out immediately. Leave this to me. You should first detect the scope and depth of the cemetery, and take a closer look to see if there are any robbery holes nearby."

"Yes!" Yan Jun hurriedly took the Luoyang shovel and explored with his classmates.

Hu Rui went out and found someone to help negotiate the project. Even if the developer was unwilling, he could only agree to suspend the project and let them carry out rescue excavation.

The rescue excavation was in a hurry. Hu Rui heaved a sigh of relief. Regardless of the high-tailored suit he was wearing, he immediately carried out the rescue excavation with a few students. The wooden box pressed down by the scattered masonry and soil immediately attracted Hu Rui's attention.

At this time, the sun was setting, and in the remaining sunlight, he vaguely saw a stone character engraved on the wooden box. Although most of the characters under the stone character were covered by earth and rocks, the half character that was faintly exposed seemed to be a The upper part of the word 'head'.

Hu Rui's heart was pounding, and under the excitement, he even had difficulty breathing.

Dream of Red Mansions, formerly known as Story of Stone, if there are really forty chapters after Dream of Red Mansions here, maybe the doubts that have plagued him for most of his life can be answered here.

Hu Rui entered the tomb first, and just when he was almost able to touch the wooden box, suddenly his eyes went dark, the sky and the earth seemed to darken, and the air instantly condensed, making it so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

The moment the scream pierced the sky and also broke the dead silence, countless memories flashed through Hu Rui's mind, and finally stopped at a young woman who held his face tenderly and softly called "Brother Hu Son……"

It is obviously the most gentle picture of a mother pitying her son, but it made Hu Rui feel sour and almost shed tears. Who is so cruel and insisted on killing their mother and son?

Hu Rui's eyes sharpened, he was unwilling to be a fool, he wanted to know the truth!

He rushed forward, stretched out his hand and tried to grab the wooden box, and suddenly──

With a loud bang, the tomb instantly collapsed and disappeared into nothingness.