Huang Mingchuan was stunned, turned around and lay next to the well.

"Blank? How is that possible! The handwriting on this half of the stone tablet is clear, and the half below is blank without reason."

Because the bottom of the well was narrow, there could only be one person. The staff responsible for cleaning the stone tablet slowly rose up with a sling. Huang Mingchuan thought about it and said, "I'll go down the well and take a look."

County Magistrate Yao immediately stopped him.

"Old Huang, don't be anxious. It's too dangerous to go down the well. If you make any mistakes, I can't afford this responsibility. I think this way, and immediately call a few excavators to hang the stone tablet underneath."

"No!"

County Magistrate Yao turned to look at Zhong Yue, frowned and said, "Do you have any opinions?"

"Mr. Yao, since this is the ancestral stone tablet of our Zhong family, it is logically not necessary to hand it over to the city. Besides, my father mentioned in the early years that once the Xuanwu below moves, the entire well will collapse, so it is better not to move as much as possible."

County Magistrate Yao glanced at Wang Dashan.

"A Yue, this is cultural relics excavation work. You are a college student, so you naturally have to cooperate with the leadership. How can you prevent cultural relics from being protected because of your own interests?"

The director in the county who had research on cultural relics wiped the well water on his body, "County magistrate, in my opinion, there is no need to dig it down. There should be no tombs underneath, I have never heard of it. Those who dug wells on the tomb. It is estimated that the stone tablets underneath are used by the descendants of the Zhong family to keep the well. If the remaining stone tablets are really hung up, they may have to dig the well."

Huang Mingchuan muttered, "Comrade, have you read it wrong? Look at the half of the monument, the handwriting on it is clear, how could the half under it not even have a word? Could it be that you read it wrong?"

"Old Huang was joking. How could he read this wrong? I didn't see a single word. I was also surprised. There were half words, and half of them didn't have them."

Huang Mingchuan felt a little lost, "It seems that this monument may have been transferred."

“Transferred?”

Everyone was a little confused.

"Such a large stone tablet can never be broken with Xiao Yue's strength. Xiao Yue went down the well and was knocked out by this half of the stone tablet. I think it was because the half of the stone tablet that surfaced was connected to the Xuanwu stone tablet. This is how it can explain why there are words on this Wei tablet, but the half below has no words."

County Magistrate Yao was stunned and asked, "Then is half a stone tablet at the bottom of the well worthless?"

Huang Mingchuan nodded.

"If County Magistrate Yao wants to fish out, it cannot be treated the same as this half of Wei stele. It can be regarded as an old object, but it is difficult to enter the cultural center. When you return to the city, you will find a few professional archaeological researchers to come and take a look."

When Zhong Yue heard that he didn't have to break the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief. If the excavator was mobilized, his home would not be demolished?

After hearing Huang Mingchuan say this, County Magistrate Yao gave up his thoughts and said, "Then do as you wish by Mr. Huang. I will send someone to the city for half of the Wei stele he has recovered."

Huang Mingchuan smiled slightly and walked to Zhong Yue.

"Xiao Yue, your grandfather's last work may really be in full swing now."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Grandpa can't see it either if it's hot or not. Mr. Huang, I hope this half of Wei stele can be preserved well, otherwise I will be sorry for the ancestors."

"Don't worry, the cultural value of this half of Weibei is far greater than the value of the commodity. It will definitely be best protected in the city's cultural center. In addition, when the matter is settled, I will send you a message to inform you to come to the city's cultural center."

When County Magistrate Yao saw that the matter was finally settled, he smiled and said, "Come on, Mr. Huang, this dinner has been ready for a long time. I've been busy all day, hurry up and have a meal. Today, you must leave behind Mobao. Our county Z is beautiful and you must take a walk."

"Okay, that's a blessing. Xiaoyue, I've picked three of your grandfather's works just now, and I didn't bring much money to you when I went out. I put some money on the table in the hall and you'll take it. Thank you so much for your hard work this time."

County Magistrate Yao didn't look at Zhong Yue at all, and his mind was all about Huang Mingchuan.

"Master Huang, please. The cars are waiting outside."

"Hey, hey, okay."

Social engagements are always inevitable, and Huang Mingchuan did not refuse. Accompanied by County Mayor Yao and Wang Dashan, he walked out of the Zhong family's house with a chatter and laughter. Some county and township staff carried the half-stone stele out of the Zhong family. The home, which had been noisy for a day, finally became quiet.

Zhong Yue sat on the chair with some fatigue. Since his mother ran back to her parents' home and his father passed away, he had never had such a troublesome life.

"Is the injury on the head okay?"

"Ahem!"

A sip of water choked into the trachea. Zhong Yue quickly stood up, put the water on the table, and turned to look at Gu Qin with his leather bag on his back.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Gu Qin took out a stack of money from his bag and said, "Teacher Huang asked me to give it to you just now, take it."

Zhong Yue looked at the thick stack of hundreds of yuan bills and said in surprise: "So much?"

"Compared with that half of Weibei, what's this little money? You should keep it, by the way, do you really plan to not go back to school?"

Zhong Yue hesitated for a moment and nodded, "I won't go back for the time being. If it can be done, I'll go back in three years."

Gu Qin's eyes were full of surprise, "Which university do you come from?"

"Huizhou University."

"That's it. I've interviewed a leader in your school before. Let me try it out. Can you ask for it for you? It's best to delay your studies."

Zhong Yue's face was happy, "Really? That's great. Thank you, Sister Gu."

Gu Qin rolled his eyes, "What sister? I'm one year younger than you?"

"ah?"

Zhong Yue's cheeks turned red, he was younger than me? How could it be!

Gu Qin said: "I am only in my senior year of high school this year!"

"Then why are you..."

"Have you ever heard of early admissions? So I graduated early and worked as an intern reporter at the newspaper. When this September, the school will start directly."

It’s so annoying that I’m reviewing the college entrance examination day and night, practicing the 53rd, and memorizing words... I can actually learn special skills in advance, and it’s really easy to go to college.

"Okay, I'll put the money here, I'll leave."

Zhong Yue followed, "I'll give you a gift."

"No, hey, by the way, your grandfather is a calligrapher, and so is your father. Then can you write calligraphy?"

"Uh... it's going to be that little." Zhong Yue scratched his head. He studied for six or seven years under the pressure of his father when he was a child. Later, his academic pressure was high. When the county was in high school, he stayed in school and had no time to practice calligraphy. He had long been wasted.

Gu Qin smiled.

"Zhong Yao's descendants know how to write, but they are embarrassing. I'm leaving, I don't need to send it."

Zhong Yue was so depressed.

Who stipulated that Zhong Yao's descendants would be able to know calligraphy?
Chapter completed!