The old man was not aware of him, so he was very rude and asked the three of us strangers to help us do things.

But judging from the situation in the basement, the archives in Huixiang are really unmanned, so the three of us who sent them can certainly not escape.

There are two old people here, so we can't refuse directly.

Pulling up the legs of the trousers and walking to the filing cabinets, the three of us got busy.

The basement contains old files. Logically speaking, they should be managed in information technology now, and these files should also be scanned and entered into the database. However, some paper files are still preserved, which is equivalent to a backup. Furthermore, if it is possible to shoot a documentary or make a news interview in a few decades, it must be taken out to shoot paper files, which is more interesting than to call out the input information in the database.

I had dealt with Minqing's Archives Bureau before. When I was looking for Ye Qing and the others, the thin man and the fat man ran to the Archives Bureau several times, and asked others for help to search through the oldest paper archives.

Minqing City is much more prosperous than Hui Township, and the administrative level is higher. The conditions of the Archives Bureau are naturally much better. At least it is impossible to place files in the basement, and the sun is not seen all year round, and there is also the risk of flooding. The skinny man said that some file cabinets are still sealed, making them similar to bank vaults. Of course, the files about Ye Qing and Gongnong Village are not qualified to be placed in such a special file cabinet.

I took out the files on the lower floor of the filing cabinet, which were all wet and dripped water down. When I opened the file bags, the yellow paper inside was blurred and was soaked in water, which was even more ruined. Some file bags themselves had become crisp and soft because they were too long, and the situation was even worse now.

I was a little helpless, so I could only take a rough look at the names and categories recorded on these file bags, work first, and then see if there are any documents about Huixiang history.

"Ahem..."

On the other side of the room, the old man coughed twice. The old man pushed him to rest, but he refused. The two old men's voices softened, but they were intermittent, as if they were chatting about homely events.

Lu Qiaolan called me.

I walked over and saw that there was a file folder in her hand, which was covered with plastic film bags, which were not sealed, but still had a waterproof effect.

Lu Qiaolan called me away, of course, not because he was simply surprised that there was such a file folder in the archives, but the content of the file.

The plastic bags contain broken paper. Judging from the appearance of the paper, it is even older and the words on it are also ancient.

I looked a little difficult.

Lu Qiaolan pointed to a complete sentence and said to me: "This is the previous local chronicle of Huixiang. It describes the release of food and food, and then the number of deaths caused by the disaster."

I was a little surprised, but I didn't expect Lu Qiaolan to understand this.

Lu Qiaolan didn't notice my expression and pointed to a page of broken paper next to me. "Here is a rich businessman who passed by Huixiang and donated some money."

She turned another page.

"Is there any earliest record?" I asked hurriedly.

"This book doesn't seem to be the earliest. However, I saw the grass-roots thing." Lu Qiaolan turned the page forward and pointed it to me, "It's not as exaggerated as the story I heard last time. It's just that someone offended the local gangsters and was buried in the ground. When someone discovered it, he was dead. The records here are incomplete, so there is only these contents."

I looked at it twice and felt dizzy. I returned it to the Chinese teacher after graduating from high school. Now, after many years, I have read real ancient Chinese. Not to mention the traditional and simple changes in the text, it is even more difficult to read because of the lack of punctuation.

Lu Qiaolan put this file aside and changed it to read it.

The files contain broken pages, and almost all the paper is damaged. I don’t know what I experienced back then and where did these things be found.

I helped Lu Qiaolan search here and read some content with a bit of bullet.

Zhuang Huai also came to help. Like me, he knew nothing about ancient Chinese, so he could only pick up the easiest words, words, guess and judge the year.

The three of us were working, and the two old men came over.

The old man said dissatisfiedly: "Let you help me, you are lazy here!"

"Hey, I'm not from our archives." The old man advised.

I directly asked which book the earliest content of these files was. Judging from the order of arrangement in the filing cabinet, it seems that they are not arranged according to year.

The old man shook his head, "These things were dispersed when they were delivered."

The old man added: "Mr. Zhou was sorting it out for a while and he was a little careful. After he died, no one took care of it."

"Mr. Zhou?" I asked in confusion. This surname made me a little concerned.

"It was the old man from our archives. He came back from studying abroad and was a great scholar. After he came back, he went to the capital to teach. Later, he was old and retired before returning to Huixiang." The old man replied.

"Back to Huixiang?" I repeated the old man's words again, and always felt that there was something hidden in it.

"Yes. Mr. Zhou said that his ancestors were from Huixiang, and he moved away later. The specific reason was unknown. He came back just to find his roots. Before he could sort out these things, he died of illness." The old man sighed.

"We saw some tombstones in Huifenling before, with the word 'Zhou' engraved on it." Zhuang Huai said.

Both old men were surprised.

"Can't that ghost crying in the grave be Mr. Zhou's ancestor?" the old man said in surprise.

Of course we cannot answer this point.

Even if it is true, Mr. Zhou has passed away this time.

"Does he still have family?" I asked.

The old man shook his head, "He returned to Huixiang alone. I heard that his wife had passed away before, and there was no son or half of her daughter."

"Where is his relics?" I asked again.

The old man continued to shake his head.

The old man next to him slapped his forehead, "There is a fountain pen, have you forgotten? Or did you tell me that it was left to you by Mr. Zhou. It was worth a lot of money back then. The one named Mei, I always want to ask you to borrow it and use it to serve her man as a storefront."

The old man looked thoughtful and recalled, shook his head and smiled, "I'm old, I can't remember this."

"Can you show us that pen?" I asked expectantly.

If Mr. Zhou becomes a ghost, his relics may have found his clues.

The old man still shook his head, "I don't know where I have put it. I haven't seen it for many years."

This is rejection.

I think something is wrong.

"Oh, things change, people change, and now I don't even leave anything behind. When we die, no one remembers Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou taught me some foreign language back then." The old man sighed.

"Yes." The old man also sighed.

The two of them were going to the bathroom, and then they came over to take a look. After saying this, they were about to go up.

The middle-aged man was still urging them to rest. These things were done when other staff members came, but the old man smiled and refused. His father also loudly scolded him for not having a hard-working and down-to-earth work attitude.

The voices of the three people went away.
Chapter completed!