Chapter 214: Chapter 170 No Wonder He's So Familiar with the Qilu Region (Five Thousand Word Chapter)
Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM .National Archaeological Team, Team Nine Office.
Qin Sisi, wearing a light white floral dress, with a backpack on her shoulders and a radiant smile on her face, knocked on the office door under the guidance of a staff member.
“Old Yao, our new member of Team Nine has come to report,” said the staff member.
Inside the office, a man in his forties with a square face and short hair looked up at Qin Sisi, a mild smile on his face, “A new member, eh? Come in.”
“Captain Yao, I am Qin Sisi, transferred here from the Anling Archaeological Team,” said Qin Sisi as she walked in confidently, smiling.
She was also observing the office and Captain Yao.
Old Yao was dressed in a simple grey T-shirt, his face marked with the signs of years spent in the field. On the desk in front of him lay neatly arranged archaeological tools: brushes, shovels, magnifying glasses, as well as delicate measuring instruments and logbooks.
Behind him stood a row of tall bookshelves, brimming with various archaeological books and materials.
On the walls hung several large photographs of archaeological sites, capturing the team's arduous travels and the joy of unearthing relics.
“Good, have a seat.”
Old Yao stood up.
He gestured to Qin Sisi to sit on the wooden sofa in the office and went to pour some tea water, filling a cup for Qin Sisi.
“Thank you, Captain Yao,” said Qin Sisi with a smile on her face, expressing her gratitude.
Old Yao sat across from her, looked at Qin Sisi, and asked with a smile, “Sisi, what were your responsibilities when you worked with the Anling Archaeological Team?”
“The staff at the Anling Archaeological Team is relatively small, so I was in charge of the on-site surveys and the site excavation organization, recording the detailed conditions of the unearthed artifacts,” replied Qin Sisi fluently, demonstrating her professional expertise.
“Not bad at all,” Old Yao said with satisfaction, nodding, “By the way, a few days ago, you discovered a Han Dynasty Grand Tomb in Anling City, excavated almost perfectly intact. Were you involved in that?”
A shade of pride immediately appeared on Qin Sisi's face: “I happened to be involved.”
“I didn't expect someone of your young age to already have such rich archaeological experience. Your Anling Archaeological Team is quite capable,” Old Yao said with a chuckle, “Could you tell me more about the specifics?”
Qin Sisi hesitated for a moment before responding, “To tell the truth, the main credit for discovering that Han Dynasty Grand Tomb doesn't really belong to our Anling Archaeological Team.”
“Oh?”
Old Yao's expression showed a slight surprise, “Now I'm even more interested.”
In recent days,
he had learned that a new member was joining the team and had looked into the Anling Archaeological Team to gauge the new member's level of expertise in archeology.
It just so happened that he'd seen the Han Dynasty Grand Tomb excavation in Anling on an ‘Archaeology Network.'
According to the ‘Archaeology Network' report,
this Han Dynasty Grand Tomb was located and excavation began within just two days.
Particularly, from the start of the excavation to entering the tomb chamber, it only took an afternoon, a pace that shocked him.
Generally, local archaeological teams aren't that advanced.
In terms of equipment, like sound wave detectors, electromagnetic detectors, and ground-penetrating radar, local archaeological teams don't usually have such advanced tools.
Yet the Anling Archaeological Team managed to pinpoint the location of the tomb and enter the chamber in such a short time, which surprised him.
In his heart, he held this new member who was about to report for duty in higher esteem.
Qin Sisi held the teacup with both hands, smiled, and said,
“Captain Yao, it was a coincidence that day. We were actually cooperating with a master in cultural relic restoration named Lin Chuan, who is also my friend. The director holds him in high regard. As it so happened he wanted to write a novel about archaeology, so the director took him to the site to have a look.”
“Sisi, let me interrupt for a second, did you just say that this cultural relic restoration master, Lin Chuan, also writes archaeological novels?” Old Yao asked with keen interest.
Qin Sisi nodded: “Yes.”
Old Yao chuckled heartily, then said, “A fellow writer, eh.”
Qin Sisi was taken aback for a moment, looking at the captain in front of her, she asked in surprise, “Captain Yao, do you also write novels?”
“Just some casual scribbles when I have nothing to do, to record my archaeological experiences, that's all. Please, continue,” Old Yao said with a humble smile, then lifted his thermos cup and took a sip of tea.
It was just that, he had inadvertently become an Influent Author.
Qin Sisi pursed her lips in amusement, feeling that the captain before her had suddenly become more relatable.
Perhaps because he, like Lin Chuan, also wrote novels.
Novelists often give off a harmless impression, and Lin Chuan had given her a sense of affinity.
Because Lin Chuan had taught her the “Art of Soil Sniffing.”
That notebook, she still had it in her backpack.
Thinking about it,
Qin Sisi continued, “Captain Yao, after Lin Chuan arrived at the site, he looked around and then ran up to a hilltop. In his words, it was ‘Dragon-Seeking and Positioning.' Shortly after, he told us that he seemed to have located the tomb.”
“Dragon-Seeking and Positioning?”
As soon as Old Yao heard this phrase, his brow furrowed.
As the captain of Team Nine of the National Archaeological Team, he had entered many ancient tombs.
Of course, he had also dealt with many Touch Gold Captains.
He was familiar with the term “Dragon-Seeking and Positioning,” but in his understanding, there were very few who mastered it.
Every one of them was coveted by the major archaeological teams.
There had even been a Touch Gold Captain who declared he could lead an archaeological team into the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, causing a sensation in the archaeological community at the time.
Chapter end
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