Reborn 1980, I amaze the world by picking up scraps

As soon as a small opening was opened in the cellar, it was sealed.

Before this, not much exploration was done in the cellar, because the light source might damage the cultural relics, and no one even used a flashlight to shine.

So everyone has no idea how deep the cellar is.

Mr. Qiao knew very well that if there was a large cauldron hidden in the cellar, it must be at least four or five meters deep, otherwise the cauldron would not be able to fit in.

Four or five meters, which is almost equivalent to the height of a second floor. Falling from such a high place is generally not dangerous, but what if there is a trap in the cellar?

"Save someone quickly."

Mr. Qiao didn't need to say anything, someone had already ran over.

The opening of the cellar was about as big as a manhole cover. Now that the canvas was trampled and the surrounding soil fell, the opening was even bigger.

Professor Fan shined a flashlight inside, "Qiao Hong, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, my foot is just stuck." Qiao Hong said with some difficulty.

Professor Fan immediately became vigilant, "Don't move or struggle. There are precious cultural relics around you."

Broken bones can be reattached, but if cultural relics are broken, it will be difficult to repair them.

"Ah..." Qiao Hong didn't know what to say. He originally thought that Professor Fan cared about him, but he didn't expect that the other person was afraid that he would damage the cultural relics.

After confirming that Qiao Hong was still alive, everyone started preparations in full swing.

"Isn't there a tree over there? Pull up a rope ladder and I will go down along the rope ladder." The deputy station leader volunteered.

"It's better for me to go down. You don't understand archeology and can't tell what can and cannot move." Yuan Ni has already started to look for the rope.

The deputy webmaster scratched his head and felt that what Yuan Ni said made sense.

"Let Xiao Yuan go down. She has a light body and flexible movements, so there should be no problem." Mr. Lu spoke.

Qiao Hong is short and strong, like a cannonball. He said that his foot was stuck. Who knows if he damaged some cultural relics?

Thinking of this possibility, Mr. Qiao's heart bleeds, so we can no longer let the rude men go into the cellar. These people are only qualified to carry water and are not qualified to touch cultural relics at all.

If it's an ancient tomb, you need to ventilate it before entering. The cellar door has been open for a while, and Qiao Hong didn't say he felt uncomfortable, so it should be safe.

Everyone worked together to help, and the rope was quickly hung up. Yuan Ni put the miner's lamp on her head, tied a spare rope around her waist, and then slowly went down the rope ladder.

Compared with the archaeological team members present, her body is flexible and her hands are stronger. However, she is usually low-key and no one knows her ability.

Taro Ibebe was injured by Yuan Nier with a stone. From this incident, we can also see the advantage of being low-key, that is, if you do bad things, you will not arouse suspicion.

Yuanni quickly stepped on the bottom. According to her estimate, the cellar was about five meters high.

It was pitch dark in the cellar, and the miner's lamp could only illuminate a small area. Qiao Hong sat on the ground in pain, with his left leg slightly bent and his right foot stuffed into a jar.

Fortunately, the jar was not broken, otherwise several professors would feel distressed again.

"How are you?" Yuan Nier lowered her head and looked at the jar. The mouth of the jar was not big, and she didn't know how Qiao Hong's foot got in. It was as if he was aiming and stuffing it in.

"Fortunately, it's just that my foot seems to be broken." Qiao Hong said, fumbled for something, and was about to smash the jar.

Yuan Ni quickly stopped the other party, but Qiao Hong moved too quickly. He wanted to break the jar and free his feet, but Yuan Ni unexpectedly pushed him.

The stone did not hit the jar, but hit his knee.

"Ah ah ah..." In order to break through with one blow, Qiao Hong used a lot of strength, but he didn't expect it to hit his knee. The pain was indescribable, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "excruciating".

"What's wrong? What happened again?" The person above was startled.

"Classmate Qiao smashed his knee with a stone." Yuan Ni was very helpless.

Professor Lu Laofan and others are not fools. They were really hateful and angry when they heard this. Would normal people hit themselves with stones?

Qiao Hong clearly refused to listen and wanted to destroy the jar. It's true that people can't be judged by their appearance. Qiao Hong seems to be honest and responsible, but he is unreliable in his actions.

"We can't let him stay down there. We need to get him up first." Mr. Lu said loudly.

"Okay, I'll let him bring the jar up with him." Yuan Ni said, and tied Qiao Hong tightly with a rope to prevent him from doing stupid things again.

Qiao Hong gritted his teeth. He was afraid of becoming disabled and wanted to smash the jar immediately, but he also knew that in the eyes of archaeologists, his foot may not be worth more than the jar.

Now that the situation is stronger than people, he can only endure it.

Yuan Ni tied him up in a few seconds and wrapped the rope around Qiao Hong's waist. Then she paused and said, "You can pull up now."

Mr. Lu's voice came from above, "Handle it with care, Qiao Hong, don't use too much force, or you might break the jar."

Qiao Hong gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Sure enough, as he expected, the jar was much more important than him.

After pulling Qiao Hong up, the rope was quickly thrown down, and Yuan Ni was also pulled up smoothly.

"Classmate Xiao Yuan, how are you down there?" Mr. Lu asked with concern.

"Except for the jar, I didn't touch anything." Yuan Ni said with certainty.

"That's good. Hurry up and cover the canvas. Everyone, be careful and don't pass through this place again." Mr. Lu was very pleased.

Qiao Hong screamed in pain.

"Be patient, how hard did you exert yourself? You smashed your knee to pieces. I have to set your bones. If you move around, you will have to be a cripple in the future." Dr. Hou has already taken over the patient's case.

This is the first patient he has treated since joining the archaeological team, so he takes it very seriously.

Qiao Hong gritted his teeth and pointed at Yuanni, "She pushed me."

Yuan Ni was very helpless, "If I didn't push you, wouldn't you have smashed the jar?"

Mr. Lu and Professor Fan immediately cast sharp glances. Qiao Hong did not dare to complain again, so he could only shrink his neck and said, "I didn't..."

"Don't move around. I'll take off the jar. Captain Peng, do you have any oil? Get some oil." Doctor Lao Hou directed Peng Dalin.

He applied oil to Qiao Hong's ankle, then worked skillfully along the direction of the muscles, and quickly removed Qiao Hong's foot.

"Let me take a look at the jar first." The jar was intact. Mr. Lu and Professor Fan felt like they had found a treasure, so they rushed to see it first.

Dr. Hou was very upset, but he still had a patient to treat, so he could only set a straight face and set Peng Dalin's bones first.

The shape of the jar is very unusual. It is round in shape like a watermelon, with only the base about the size of a palm flat.

"It looks strange like this. You guys bring the lamp closer and I'll see if there's any money left." Mr. Lu adjusted his glasses and looked at it seriously.

"Is it an orb jar?" Professor Fan asked.

The Baozhu jar is also called a watermelon jar, so named because it looks like a watermelon. This jar was popular from the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China.

"It looks like a watermelon jar, but it's not. There's Ming Dynasty on the bottom. This is not a watermelon jar, it's a Sixi jar." After seeing the bottom clearly, Mr. Lu said with certainty.

Doctor Lao Hou listened anxiously, "Didn't you say there are ancient treasures? Why did you dig up something from the Ming Dynasty? Is there a mistake?"

He came here for the four-sided bronze tripod. Compared with the four-sided bronze tripod, a treasure handed down from ancient times, whether it is a jar from the Qing Dynasty or a jar from the Ming Dynasty, it is not worth mentioning.