Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

After carrying the rabbit back, several guards had already set up a campfire.

"What a fat bunny!"

Yu Qingqing, a city girl, had never seen anything like this before, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Brother Chen is really capable. He's read so many books, yet he's such a good hunter," a guard praised.

They actually carried enough food, but who would complain about roasted meat?

"Not bad, I ran into a gray wolf, but it disappeared without a trace. I only managed to catch a few rabbits, but we'll have to make do with them."

Without batting an eye, Chen Jianming picked up the rabbit and went to the side to begin skinning it.

Seeing this, several students came over and helped to clean up the rabbit.

Having had their previous conversation, none of them dared to underestimate the young man before them.

Yu Qingqing, in particular, had a lively personality and kept glancing at him.

"Xiao Chen, have you been to Xuri Ridge before?"

"No, did you find anything over there?"

"We received information that there are suspected Shang and Zhou dynasty relics at Xuri Ridge, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to broaden my students' horizons. The purpose of bringing us here is to confirm this and to excavate and collect relevant samples."

With the help of several people, the three fat rabbits were quickly placed on the fire.

"It smells so good..."

The students stared intently at the roasting rabbit over the campfire, their eyes gleaming and their mouths practically watering.

These days, even those who work in cultural relics rarely get to eat meat.

"Xiao Chen, do you usually get to eat meat often when you're in the mountains?" Yu Qingqing asked, trying to make conversation.

"It's alright. In winter, we can catch some roe deer or something, and if we're lucky, we might even hunt a bear." Chen Jianming turned the rabbit over on the fire.

"It's so enviable, life in the mountains must be so idyllic," another female student chimed in.

Archaeologists are often out and about, and they often go hungry, usually just eating the dry rations they carry with them.

"..."

envious?

How about we switch?

After the rabbit meat was roasted, Chen Jianming distributed some to everyone. Along with the dry rations they had brought, everyone gathered around the campfire and ate with great relish.

As night fell, the cries of wild animals echoed from the woods from time to time.

Several guards took out tents they carried with them and set them up on the side.

Chen Jianming took out a flask of wine and handed it to Professor Lin, saying, "Professor Lin, the mountains are different from the outside; it's quite cold. Have some wine to warm yourself up."

"Okay, thank you, Xiao Chen."

Professor Lin didn't stand on ceremony, took the wine, tilted his head back, and drank a big gulp.

Chen Jianming was surprised; the old man looked refined and gentle, but he had a good capacity for alcohol.

"Back in the day, my comrades and I did the same thing, eating meat and drinking wine in Inner Mongolia. How wonderful it was! It's a pity they're all gone now, and this old body of mine is about to be buried."

After a few sips of wine, a hint of reminiscence flashed in Professor Lin's eyes, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"It seems Professor Lin has quite a story to tell."

"Of course! When our Professor Lin was young, he fought bravely and wits with tomb raiders and Japanese devils in Inner Mongolia to protect cultural relics. He survived by the skin of his teeth and barely managed to snatch the national cultural relics from those Japanese devils!" The male student in the Zhongshan suit chimed in.

Chen Jianming felt a deep sense of respect.

I never expected this old man to have such a past.

No wonder our previous conversation touched me so deeply.

To risk one's life for national cultural relics is truly admirable!

"Back then, many comrades died protecting cultural relics. Let's not talk about it anymore; it's all in the past."

Professor Lin waved his hand, then changed the subject: "Xiao Chen, you're so young and so learned, how did you end up in this place?"

"Professor Lin, have you ever heard the saying, 'A common man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure'? My father's business was very large, which was coveted by my eldest uncle and third uncle. For their own selfish interests, they maliciously framed my parents, causing them to suffer a tragic fate. I was also classified as one of the 'Five Black Categories'."

Chen Jianming had nothing to hide. He was framed and hadn't actually done anything wrong, so there was nothing he couldn't say.

"I see, those people are truly hateful!"

Professor Lin was deeply moved, as he had also been framed and deliberately demoted to a lower-level position in order to protect cultural relics, and had suffered a great deal of hardship.

It's ironic that he didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but almost got killed by his own people.

Having shared a similar experience, he admired the young man even more.

As they were talking, a guard came over and said, "Professor, the tent is set up. We have to travel tomorrow, so get some rest."

"it is good."

Professor Lin, his face flushed from drinking, entered the tent with the help of his guards.

That night, the group set up camp on the spot and rested for the night.

Chen Jianming and several guards took turns keeping watch at night, allowing Professor Lin and several students to rest.

The night was quiet, except for the occasional howl of wolves; nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

The group set off again early the next morning and finally arrived at Xuri Ridge just before noon.

"Is this the legacy of the Shang and Zhou dynasties?"

Chen Jianming stared at a pile of broken stones not far away.

There wasn't even a brick; it looked nothing like a historical site.

Professor Lin had already led several students over and were searching through the rocks with great care, not even letting a single blade of grass slip by.

He wasn't interested in stones, and with nothing else to do, he decided to wander around the nearby woods, hoping to catch some prey.

Compared to other parts of Heiyu Mountain, Xuri Ridge appears much more open. There is a cliff several hundred meters away, and standing on the edge, you can see the sun rising. This is probably where the name Xuri Ridge comes from.

As he wandered around, he carefully observed his surroundings, looking for any suspicious clues.

Since that Japanese base was destroyed, those Japanese soldiers have vanished as if they've disappeared into thin air, all hiding like cowards and never making a sound again.

There are definitely still Japanese devils lurking in these mountains. Every day we don't find them, the nearby villagers will be in danger every day.

"Aww!"

As he was wandering around, a lone gray wolf suddenly jumped out, baring its teeth and staring at him.

"Your timing was pretty good."

...

Not long after, Chen Jianming returned to the camp with a gray wolf on his shoulder.

"Brother Chen is really amazing!"

A guard gave him a thumbs up.

They were used to it.

After handing the gray wolf over to the guards, Chen Jianming approached and asked, "Professor Lin, have you made any new discoveries?"

Professor Lin, covered in dirt, adjusted his glasses and shook his head, saying, "Not yet, but judging from the quality of these stones, they're most likely relics from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. We might have to stay here a few more days, Xiao Chen, will that be too much of a burden?"

"No, that's not true. I didn't have anything to do on the mountain, so there was no delay. Professor Lin, please feel free to look for him."

"Then I'm relieved."

As Professor Lin spoke, he looked down at the pile of stones again.

As archaeologists, they are different from tomb raiders. In order to protect cultural relics, they are very careful in the process of cleaning stones, which is why it is slow.

Two days later, the male student in the Mao suit suddenly exclaimed, "Teacher, come quick! What's this?"