Chapter 321 The Seven-Star Big Dipper Formation Was Unearthed

"Look here, he is wearing a dragon robe, a jade belt around his waist, an amber crown on his head, and a string of amber beads hanging around his neck..."

A group of editors from the editor-in-chief's office gathered around the desk of editor-in-chief Jiang Hai.

Jiang Shan frowned and narrowed his eyes at the mummy in the photo...the string of beads around his neck.

"Look here again," one hand pointed to a photo on the table: "The tomb robbers saw this and were so frightened that they ran out to find the police."

In the middle of the Oriental Metropolis Daily's edition meeting, a gay man carrying a canvas bag barged in.

Before my butt could sit firmly, I stood up anxiously.

I have to show everyone the results of this business trip.

Zeng Yi, only thirty years old, has accomplished nothing.

All that's left is housing.

He is a new reporter hired by Editor-in-Chief Jiang to expand the newspaper.

The young man's legs and feet are diligent and his brain can keep up.

Currently a foreign reporter for a newspaper, his main job is to be a news gatherer wherever there is injustice.

At this moment, Zeng Yi pointed to a photo of information provided by the archaeological team.

The photo shows the first scene after the coffin lid is opened.

A mummy wearing a dragon robe, lying in a twisted and weird posture.

"According to the comrades of the archaeological team, as long as the tomb owner is seen in this posture, even if he is not wearing a dragon robe, he can be concluded that he is a member of the royal family."

"Thank you," Zeng Yi took the cup of hot water from Cai Wensheng: "It's a pity that I came late and didn't see him, but the tomb robbers saw him and they were so frightened that they crawled out."

Nowadays, all the antiques you can see in the Mainland are genuine.

There will be no fake ones here, because they really can’t be sold.

There are even fewer tomb robbers, and even those with thief intentions are only after the gold.

It’s hard to even take a look at jade, let alone jars.

During the hiatus, there is no market for antiques.

The tomb robbing business also withered.

Everything is being re-incubated.

"Hey," Rong Bin looked at the photo with disgust: "Why is this posture so awkward?"

Jiang Hai pulled the photo on the table: "With so much gold and wearing a dragon robe, whose grave did you dig this time?"

Ning Hua, the final editor, held a photo in her hand: "It's so beautiful. These are all for ladies, right?"

"This one is a phoenix crown, and that one is a phoenix hairpin," reporter Zeng introduced: "The tomb discovered in Nancheng County does not have a single robber hole, and treasures can be found right after opening..."

At the end of 1979, several villagers in Nancheng County, Jiangxi Province met to visit graves in the middle of the night.

After working together to open the coffin lid, they were frightened by the owner's difficult movements.

He grabbed a handful of hard goods and ran away.

As soon as I ran, I went straight to the police station.

They unanimously decided that this important discovery must be reported to the government.

Soon, the JX Provincial Cultural Relics and Archaeological Team began excavation work on the ancient tomb.

They found that the three coffins of a king, two concubines in the tomb were very well preserved.

Except for the coffin lid which was split open by the villagers, nothing else was moved.

The funerary objects in the coffin are more beautiful than the others.

From the dragon robe to the crown, everything is more arrogant than the other.

Hundreds of gold and jade artifacts dazzled the archaeological team members.

It was not until 1980 that this matter was announced in the newspapers: the best-preserved tomb of Ming Dynasty vassal Zhu Yijiao had been discovered so far.

"Let me show you the most amazing treasure of the archaeological team experts," Zeng Yi's tired eyes were full of excitement: "It is said that this discovery has never appeared in the royal tombs of the Ming Dynasty before."

He picked out a photo from the pile on the table.

It attracted everyone's attention instantly.

"This is..." Cai Wensheng opened his eyes hard: "The baby you are talking about?"

Zeng Yi nodded: "I couldn't understand it at the time."

Not only him, but everyone present expressed that they could not understand.

How could an ordinary piece of yellow paper become a treasure?

"The comrades of the archaeological team explained to me this way. This piece of tissue paper that has turned yellow was originally placed in a brocade bag." Reporter Zeng said:

"It is a personal belonging of the Yuan concubine Li in the tomb. The name of this piece of paper, which is over half a meter long and wide, is: Lu Yin.

Submit Li's name, date of birth. "

"I didn't write anything important," Rong Bin asked curiously, "Why does this concubine have to keep it close to her body?"

"I thought it was strange at the time, but the expert just laughed and refused to elaborate."

"He didn't dare to tell you," Jiang Shan said now: "In the final analysis, this thing is superstitious."

Rong Bin turned to look at Jiang Shan: "Do you know what this is for?"

Jiang Shan: "This thing is called Lu Yin."

Editors: “We already knew that.”

"Then let me tell you something you don't know," Jiang Shan didn't believe it: "During the Ming Dynasty, there was a rule: All comrades who want to travel far must go to the Yamen to apply for a pass. This pass is called a road guide."

Jiang Hai made it clear: "This is our letter of introduction."

Jiang Shan nodded: "There was also a legend in that era that as long as you were buried with a road guide, you could ensure that the road to Huangquan would be smooth and there would be no robbers."

"Oh, I understand," Rong Bin thought for a moment: "No, why is this letter of introduction only for the concubine? Does it belong to the king?"

"Where is the king's photo?" Jiang Shan picked up a photo on the table: "Do you know what this is called?"

"What is this?" Cai Wensheng looked at the photo and felt that it looked a bit precious.

In the photo, there are seven round holes carved on the surface of the coffin board, connected by gold and silver threads, in the shape of the Big Dipper.

Jiang Shan pointed to Qixing: "Everyone must know this graphic, right?"

"Big Dipper array."

Editors who are familiar with "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" are accustomed to using this title.

Jiang Hai: "What is the relationship between Big Dipper and Lu Yin?"

Zeng Yi: "Yes, what is the relationship between the two?"

"Look at this sleeping figure wearing a dragon robe again," Jiang Shan put the two photos together:

"He actually twists like the Big Dipper, which is not something ordinary people can twist if they want.

Don't even think about putting on this look without entering the royal gate. "

Jiang Hai suddenly asked: "Why are you all having sex with Beiduxing?"

"The Big Dipper Lord has another ghost official who placed the Big Dipper in the coffin. The living are praying to the Star Lord to guide the deceased to return to bliss and peace. These are recorded in historical materials."

Cai Wensheng: "Are there any of these in historical data?"

"Not only does it exist, but the writing is more mysterious than what I said. In fact, this custom was also common among ancient people," Jiang Shan said: "Have you ever heard the older generation say this: Leave yourself some support. money?"

"I've heard of it."

"It's just a precaution."

"In the new society, we do need to take precautions," Jiang Shan smiled: "But that wasn't the case in the past, that's what it meant."

The guys looked at where Jiang Shanluo was pointing: "Is it the Big Dipper again?"

"Only royal family members can put the gold and silver threads of the Big Dipper on the coffin board. Ordinary families usually use copper coins to arrange them in the shape of seven stars. This kind of money placed under the deceased is called back money. It is meant to indicate that the next generation will be rich. "

"oh!"

"So that's what it meant."

"It sounds pretty fun."

"Everyone, just listen," Jiang Shan reminded, "Don't say anything outside this room!"

Cai Wensheng: "You still need to remind me."

"I'll tell you early tomorrow morning," Rong Bin liked to joke with Jiang Shan the most: "Unless you give me a few more concert tickets."

Jiang Hai: "Everyone has been issued three tickets."

"How can three pictures be enough? My partner's sister also wants to see it."

"We can't control your partner's sister," said Editor-in-Chief Jiang, who hasn't even met her partner yet.

"I didn't ask you for it,"

After saying that, Rong Bin and Ning Hua raised their hands towards Jiang Shan: "Chief Jiang, why don't you hand it over quickly?"

Recently, Jiang Shan has been surrounded by many people over the matter of concert tickets.

"Hey, comrade, where are you putting your hands?"

Looking at the rich cultural life in the office, Zeng Yi suddenly didn't want to run out: "Do you usually hold meetings like this?"

"How is that possible?" Cai Wensheng laughed: "Recently it's been all about concerts."

"That's true of me," Zeng Yi withdrew his gaze and returned to the topic: "Editor-in-Chief Jiang, can you give me more space for this interview on the excavation report of the Ming Dynasty tomb? I would like to add a few more pictures."

"Can,"

Jiang Hai thinks there is no problem: "This kind of interview report is not worthy of clicking pictures, so it is really meaningless."

"That's right Jiang Shan," Jiang Hai suddenly had an idea:

"Don't post Xu Bangda's article "Testing Xu Xi's "Falling Ink" Painting Technique" for now. I'll send an art editor to the Pujiang Museum tomorrow to take a picture... What kind of painting is it?"

Jiang Shan quickly reminded: ""Snow Bamboo Picture"."

"Yes, take a photo of "Snow Bamboo Picture" and send it back the day after tomorrow with the text and picture."

"The day after tomorrow is Sunday," Rong Bin reminded: "When the time comes, I'll just put it on the weekend edition together with reporter Zeng's tomb of the Ming Dynasty vassal king."

Jiang Hai thought for a while: "Xiao Zeng, do you have time to write?"

Zeng Yi nodded vigorously: "I won't do anything tomorrow, just write articles in the newspaper office."

"That's no problem."

"Chief Editor," Jiang Shan raised his hand and said, "I have a question?"

"explain."

"Do you think you can do this?" Jiang Shan said:

"In order to enrich the people's cultural life and increase the people's historical knowledge, our newspaper simply created a new column called..."National Treasures."

"National treasure?" Jiang Hai shouted: "What a column!"

As far as he knows, there is currently no column of this type on the market.

"National treasure," Zeng Yi thought over and over again: "Chief Jiang is a well-named column name."

"Oops," Cai Wensheng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I was originally worried about trouble and wanted to click on this article, but now it's better. Not only did I not stop him, but I also made a grand appearance."

"Now we at Oriental Metropolis Daily have another good show to watch," Editor-in-Chief Rong also laughed: "I really want to see what Director Xie's reaction will be."

"I don't know what his reaction will be," Jiang Hai said confidently, "but I'm sure of one thing."

Rong Bin: "What?"

"After this article appears in the newspaper, tickets to the Pujiang Museum will definitely be sold out."

This is also Comrade Jiangshan's current thinking.

He only wants to promote Dunhuang murals, Mawangdui, Terracotta Warriors, and the tomb of Zeng Hou Yi... these museums.

Starting from the historical significance of cultural relic excavation alone, it is not yet time to start analyzing cultural relics.

No matter what, I have to wait until I have a few handy items before starting the project.

"Yes," Cai Wensheng then remembered:

“A few years ago, the Ministry of Culture didn’t ask us to vigorously cooperate with the publicity work of museums in various places!”

In 1973, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage was established, and then launched a vigorous international tour of "Chinese Unearthed Cultural Relics".

Everywhere he went, there was a welcome.

But this "cultural relic diplomacy" has to subsidize the high operating fee of more than 300,000 yuan every time it arrives in a city.

After the reform and opening up in 1979, the Cultural Relics Bureau slammed the table and said: This kind of loss-making business is better not to do.

So it was said: Whoever sends an invitation in the future will pay first.

In the second half of 1979, in order to develop the museum industry, the state promulgated the "Museum Work Regulations".

It was announced that each museum would raise funds to better collect cultural relics and specimens by holding exhibitions and other means...

To put it bluntly, this regulation is just one sentence: Take care of yourself!

So, except for the national museums, the museums in other provinces and cities were left to the provinces and cities to worry about.

Since the collections in the museums are not like other objects, the cultural departments of the provinces and cities will definitely not let go.

But they don't want to pay for it, so they ask the newspapers and periodicals in their own jurisdiction to vigorously promote it.

To activate the market and drive the activation of funds.

Rongbin: "If you put it that way, our newspaper is also supporting the work of the superiors."

Jiangshan: "Of course."

Jianghai: "When has our newspaper not supported the work of the superiors?"

"Everything depends on the market reaction on Sunday."

At this moment, Jianghai took out a photo: "After the scar literature came up, the scar art came up again, but I am worried about the effect of this photo when it is published. Old Cai, are you sure?"

Editor-in-chief Cai suggested publishing this art photo.

Everyone stretched their heads to take a look.

Zeng Yi: "Why is it so colorful?"

Rongbin: "Is this a painting?"

Ninghua: "It will definitely be blurred." After all, the pixels of newspaper printing are here.

Jiangshan: "...Huh?" Isn't this Luo Zhongli's "Father"!

In 1980, Luo Zhongli followed the advice of experts and replaced the cigarette clipped on the ear of "Father" with a ballpoint pen.

Finally, his "hyperrealism" painting "Father" won the first prize of "National Youth Art" with the creative concept of farmers in the new era.

"I know it will be blurry," Chief Editor Cai thought about this problem, "but I still want to publish it. After all, this article is about paintings. If there are no pictures..."

"Okay, I'll do as you say," Jiang Hai nodded, "Then let the master lighten this photo."

"Okay, leader."

"Leader," Cai Wensheng reminded, "The novel in our supplement..."

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten it," Jiang Hai opened the drawer and took out a manuscript, "Here is a short story. I've read it. You can read it too."

Those who have read it will keep it as it is, and those who haven't read it will publish it together.

"Soul and Flesh" Rong Bin was conquered by the name first: "Chief Jiang, this name is more exciting than you gave it!"

Jiang Shan half opened his mouth and looked at the manuscript in front of him: "Exciting, exciting, really exciting."

Suddenly, a wonderful greeting rang in his ears: Do you want a wife?

In early 1980, Zhang Xianliang, who had finished 22 years of labor reform, entered Ningxia's "Shuofang" magazine as an editor.

At the beginning of the year, after interviewing a farm technician couple, Zhang Xianliang decided that night to write a novel based on this pair of Brazilian returned overseas Chinese.

In just two days and two nights, he completed a short story called "Soul and Flesh".

"Editor Cai," Jiangshan grabbed Cai Wensheng and said, "Where did you get this novel?"