"Can we move from Wei Yang to outside the pass?"

"No, our ancestors were from Longxi. Later, we went to the north of the Pass, and later outside the Pass, Wei Yang was in the south and had no relationship with our ancestors. I heard from the adults that even scholars could not figure out whether there was Wei Yang or where Wei Yang was, and even how to write these two words.

"When I was young, I remembered a few words in my ancestors' crazy words - 'The feet are waving the sword and the head is in Weiyang City. Weiyang settles his home, and wants to go quickly'."

"It's still rhyme, not like an illiterate person."

"Yes, and what's even more strange is that I heard that my ancestor had been lying on the bed for a long time before he died, but that day he suddenly stood up from the hospital bed, and his hair was about to go out.

"The children and grandchildren stopped him and asked him where he was going. He said, bring a brush and an inkstone.

"Although I know he can't write, my children dare not be negligent. At that time, your grandfather was studying in a private school, and there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. They hurriedly ran to get it and put it on the table. The ancestors supported the table with one hand, picked up the pen with the other hand, and dipped it into the inkstone. Then they picked up the pen and drew three words-"

"It's 'Weiyang City'?" Wen Mushan said.

Wen Tongyang looked at his son and seemed a little surprised, but he nodded.

"Yes, these three words are quite difficult to write. I don't know how a crazy person who was blind and suddenly learned to write before he died."

"What happened later?"

"Later he threw his pen and said, I'm leaving the way back for you. After saying this, he lay back on the bed and died that night.

"This is not the strangest thing. What's even more strange is that my family went to find a scholar and gave the two words to the scholar. The scholar naturally didn't know where the place was. He ran to the county town with the words and found a well-informed scholar to ask. The scholar looked through the book for a long time and shook his head and said, "We don't have this city in our country."

"I understand, because before the founding of the country, Wei Yang was still called Wei Yang."

"Yes, so when I followed the troops south, I heard that the place in front was pronounced like Wei Yang, and suddenly a thought came to my mind - I had to stay here, listen to my ancestors' words, and settle down here."

“So you stayed.”

"Yes. In order to stay, I made a deliberate operation error and injured half of my arm. Otherwise, the troops would definitely not let me go."

"Ah..." Wen Mushan was stunned. In his eyes, his father had always been a dead-aligned person. Unexpectedly, he was willing to break one of his arm for an illusory reason.

"Later, did you find something in Weiyang?"

"No, not yet, but I don't regret it. My ancestor is right, Wei Yang will eventually become Wei Yang." Wen Tongyang said with a smile, looking at his empty sleeves.

When Wen Tingxu was seven years old, Wen Mushan told him the story told by his father. Wen Tongyang had already passed away and was buried at the foot of Weishan.

This is the story of Wen Tongyang, and the next thing to talk about is the story of Wen Mushan.

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Wen Mushan's temperament follows his father and his son. The family is all strange.

If Wen Tongyang's weirdness is persistence, recklessness, bravely breaking into the enemy camp, and he can escape unstoppable after experiencing guns and bullets, then Wen Mushan's weirdness also has a persistent aspect, but like his son, he is smart-minded, noble and arrogant.

Although his father was illiterate, Wen Mushan was surprisingly good at studying since childhood, especially when he read books, he had the ability to remember everything he saw. He liked literature but not knowledge. In the liberal arts, he also liked to study and study texts.

In the year when the college entrance examination was resumed, he applied for the archaeology department of a university in Beijing from the factory. After graduation, he took the initiative to return to Qiling Province and work at the Qiling Provincial Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology.

Wen Mushan is a strange existence in the research institute. He does not like to communicate with people, and he has clear principles in doing things, one is one, and two is two.

Although archaeology is an academic research, academic disputes are not much more civilized than the fight between the old ladies selling vegetables in the vegetable market.

At the beginning, Wen Mushan did not show anything. Literatures were inferior to each other, and everyone was busy with their own affairs. Wen Mushan devoted himself to his studies, and did not fight for power or profit, so he naturally had few entanglements with others.

But such days cannot last forever. A few years later, an entanglement broke out in the Archaeology Institute, and Wen Mushan was accidentally taken in.

The entanglement comes from the issue of dynasty in an ancient tomb in Weiyang.

This ancient tomb is located on the northern foot of Wei Mountain. It may have been a long time ago. The land has long been razed to the ground. There are fragments of broken steles and broken porcelain and tiles in the surrounding grass. Not long ago, nearby villagers reported that the ancient tomb was stolen.

Unfortunately, due to the serious damage, these remains have long been overwhelmed and the words cannot be identified.

However, judging from the scale of the residue, this place should have been a larger place back then.

After preliminary investigation, it was found that there were two thieves on the tomb. One thieves seemed to have been around for hundreds of years, but the other thieves were new.

Because the thieves were discovered, the institute decided to conduct rescue excavation of the tomb. Soon, the tomb was unveiled.

As expected, the tomb of the ancient tomb was large and in the shape of an oral shape, but the middle was obviously round and convex, and the tomb chamber was empty, with only one male's corpse remaining. As for the burial objects and murals, there was nothing, and there was not even a coffin, let alone an epitaph.

There was a corpse lying in the empty tomb, which looked very strange - what kind of tomb was this? What kind of tomb was it? What kind of person was buried in the tomb?

The old director of the Archaeology Institute at that time was Xue, and he was about to retire at the age of age. The two deputy directors were named Zhuang and Kang. Their age, education and qualifications were about the same. They were in their prime and were staring at the director's position.

Normally, before the retirement of a full-time job, the successor was already chosen. But Director Zhuang and Director Kang are so similar. Even the number of papers they published and the research team they led were about the same as the academic achievements they received.

This poses a big problem for the superior unit. There is only one pit for the full-time position. It always requires some reasons not to promote one or the other, but this reason is really too difficult to find.

The Zhuangshu and Kangshu have actually had private activities. Later, the superior said, just conduct an assessment and whoever gets more votes will be promoted.

Director Xue took out the list of formal employees in the institute and counted it as an odd number. It was just right, so there would definitely be no situation where the two of them were equally high. The superior's problem was finally solved.

On the day of the assessment, the superiors made some mobilizations first, and the two deputy directors also came on stage to speak, which was nothing more than introducing how they listened to the leaders after they were corrected in the future, how they led the entire institute to improve their academic level, and how they could benefit everyone.

The voting session is the voting session after the speech, and after the voting, the votes will begin.
Chapter completed!