Village Live: Start as a Genius Lawyer

After all the calculations, Jiang Xiaobai would never have imagined that a confidential blueprint of an ultra-modern satellite was actually in his ancestral grave.

I dug up my own family's ancestral grave, isn't that a bit rebellious?

Speaking of the Jiang family's ancestral grave, Jiang Xiaobai visited it a few times when he was a child. During the holidays and Qingming Festival, he would burn paper when he needed to, and send cold clothes when he needed to. He didn't find any other special places.

Only one year, when Jiang Xiaobai was about six or seven years old, Jiang Aotian took him there early in the morning, saying that this place was his memory since he was a child.

Nothing else, nothing else.

Jiang Xiaobai is young and doesn't know what it means, but he probably understands that there are memories of his father's childhood and youth here.

But in order to find out the truth of the matter, Jiang Xiaobai had to do this.

In the evening, watching the sky darken, Jiang Xiaobai set off with a shovel in his hand.

On the way, I ran into Liu Fugui who just came back. When this kid saw Jiang Xiaobai, he hurried over with small steps.

"Where are you going, Xiaobai, good news, the police officer Lu in the town has arrested several people who robbed melons from the Zhu family, and they are all being interrogated now."

"Just catch it, remember not to let go, if you don't reconcile, remember to contact the melon dealer from last time, and make a claim together, so that their love for taking advantage can be corrected by the way."

"Don't worry, the video evidence this time is detailed, but I didn't expect that there were two old ladies in their 80s involved."

"Okay, let's go." Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand.

"Where are you going, do you want me to help?"

"No, no, I'll dig some soil." Jiang Xiaobai hastily excused himself.

The matter of digging ancestral graves should not be publicized, and it would be bad if the reputation spread.

As night fell, the woods were quiet, and the cries of partridges made one's hair stand on end.

Jiang Xiaobai groped in the dark by himself, and finally found the location of the ancestral grave. Looking at the two rising mounds, his heart was still shaking.

If nothing is dug out, don't be ashamed.

With a shovel down, the soil is soft.

But what was very unpleasant was that Jiang Xiaobai's cell phone rang at this moment, and it was Zhao Si, the village party secretary.

"What's the matter, secretary."

On the other end of the phone came the impetuous sound of the village party secretary Zhao Si: "Xiaobai, what are you doing on your ancestral grave at night?"

Jiang Xiaobai was startled: "How do you know I'm here at my family's ancestral grave?"

"Hi! In order to protect your ancestral grave from stealing electricity again, after discussing with the village head Liu Ergou, when installing the monitoring system, I also installed one on the treetop at your grave."

At this time, Jiang Xiaobai raised his head and saw that there was actually a camera with a red dot hanging on the tree trunk in front of his grave.

This stupid thing is a bit too much, Jiang Xiaobai is already speechless.

"Don't look at it, it's disrespectful to the ancestors, I'll tear it down later."

The village party secretary Zhao Siyi's mouth was dry for a long time, thinking how he made Jiang Xiaobai angry because of his kindness.

But when I think about it, there is something wrong with the thing on the grave, not to mention the person lying inside, but I am watching myself behind the computer screen, and sometimes I imagine that something will suddenly crawl out of there.

Anyway, it belonged to Jiang Xiaobai's own family, and Zhao Si, the village party secretary, didn't take it to heart. He could do whatever he liked there.

Not long after, Zhao Si, the village party secretary, saw Jiang Xiaobai take off his pants, mixed a pile of urine mud, and directly stuck it on the camera. Now he really couldn't see anything.

After finishing everything, Jiang Xiaobai rolled up his sleeves and quickly dug up.

In less than an hour, a two-foot-long ravine was successfully reclaimed. The shovel hit a hard object. Jiang Xiaobai looked carefully and found that the ancestral grave was not buried under a coffin.

More like a brick kiln built with bricks and stones.

People in the Qinling Mountains like to live in cave dwellings. This is a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years. In the past, when the family was poor, cave dwellings were one of the must-have houses for every household.

A kang is placed in the kiln, and the kang is connected to the stove, so that the firewood during cooking can transmit the temperature to the resting owner.

Not only that, because cave dwellings are easy to dig, warm in winter and cool in summer, and have strong practicability. Later, they developed to raise livestock and store sundries in cave dwellings, which are very common.

After the conditions were better, everyone gradually moved to bungalows, or thrived in flatter areas.

The location of the Jiang family's ancestral grave is the place left after the old generation's house was filled up. The original address has not been experienced since Jiang Xiaobai was born.

But in Jiang Xiaobai's father's generation, he lived there.

As the hole got bigger and bigger, Jiang Xiaobai went down with a shovel, and sure enough, a few bricks fell into the depths of the hole. He turned on the flashlight and looked, although the inside was dark, but it clearly retained the kiln of the earlier years. In other words, after Jiang Aotian's generation moved here, they did not completely fill up the old kiln.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from Jiang Xiaobai's forehead, and his heart became flustered as he got closer to the truth.

Finally, after pushing away the brick in front of him, a small step was exposed.

After making sure that no one was around, Jiang Xiaobai sneaked in quickly.

The green lights on several walls also lit up because of the stranger's arrival.

The arched kiln roof is tightly bound together with bricks and stones. This structure is very strong, just like Zhaozhou Bridge.

The end of the underground cave can be seen at a glance, and there are many spiritual tablets. It turns out that this is the original ancestral hall.

But in the middle of the cave, there is clearly a separate studio for Jiang Aotian. Jiang Xiaobai looked at the neat desk, which was covered with thick dust, and there were a few wooden desks next to it. Sculpted model of Ultraman.

It's very simple here, and it doesn't seem like a place for research.

On the contrary, it should belong to Jiang Aotian's own small world when he was young. Perhaps many wonderful ideas about research were born from here.

Jiang Xiaobai approached slowly, and in the drawer of the writing desk, he found a stack of thick kraft paper, which is the kind of paper used to wrap book covers when he was a child. Although it is rough, it is not easy to rot quickly with the passage of time. bad.

Jiang Xiaobai saw all kinds of mathematical symbols on it, as well as messy Sanskrit-like physical calculation formulas. Besides these, there was also a small notebook, which attracted Jiang Xiaobai's attention.

I opened it and saw a cross-section of a machine on the first page. Looking at the notes next to it, the word satellite was written impressively.

In addition, there are some diary experiences.

"At 2020 am on March 3, 3, I, Jiang Aotian, had a bold idea and decided to design an unprecedented satellite, successfully developed it quietly, and finally amazed everyone."

"At 2021:5 p.m. on May 23, 13, the satellite was launched successfully, but I can't find where it is now, I'm on a horse!"