Reborn 1980, I amaze the world by picking up scraps

Director Liu first stopped the notebook, then walked up to Dr. Hou and said very sincerely, "Old doctor, Mr. Hou, please think again. For the sake of the friendship between the two countries, you can put aside all hatred.

Isn’t it just about treating illnesses and saving lives? For a miracle doctor like you, this is a piece of cake. Please save Mr. Ibebe. "

Mr. Lu couldn't help but become angry, "You asked him to save his enemy?"

"If I heard correctly, Dr. Hou's enemy is Watanabe, not Ibana. These two are not even from the same family. Is it necessary to expand the hatred?

Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. To Dr. Hou, he was just a stranger beside the well. He had never done anything detrimental to the Hou family, so why not save him? Director Liu said lightly.

At this moment, everyone looked at Director Liu differently.

This person is really telling lies with his eyes wide open and will do anything for personal gain.

Dr. Hou stared into Director Liu's eyes and smiled. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a shout from the notebook, "Jingbian, Mr. Jingbian, don't scare me."

Many small books gathered around the stretcher by the well. They put their hands under the nose of the well to try to breathe, and then touched his carotid artery. After working for a while, they announced sadly, "Okay, no more." Call the doctor, Ibe-kun has passed away."

Director Liu felt like he was mourning for his heir, so he hurriedly ran over to hold the stretcher, "Is it really hopeless? We have a car, and we can take Mr. Jingbei to the nearest hospital."

"I'm not breathing anymore. Even if I call a doctor now, there's nothing I can do." Xiao Benzi pushed Director Liu away.

"This...but I've tried my best. You really can't blame me for this." Before Xiao Benzi could express his opinion, Director Liu had already begun to shirk responsibility.

Doctor Lao Hou sneered, "Did you see it? This person really wants to be a traitor and regards himself as a filial son and grandson."

Liu Ying clenched her fists, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't think that just because you have good medical skills, you can talk nonsense. My father is clearly doing this for the sake of Long Ben's friendship."

"Really? I think he's doing it for the position under his butt." Dr. Hou mocked again.

"You..." Liu Ying wanted to sarcastically reply, but after thinking about it seriously, she found that there was nothing she could do to control the old doctor.

The little book has its own set of rules when it comes to seeing off the dead.

Director Liu diligently expressed that he wanted to help, but was rudely rejected by Xiao Benzi, "You are not from our country, Big Ben, and Mr. Jingbian does not want foreigners to be present."

"Well, the joint development must continue, right? Who will take over Mr. Ibe's job?" Director Liu asked unwillingly.

"This is not what we say. We will report what happened to the country. Whether to cooperate in the future has to be decided by the top domestic officials."

This answer was very objective. Director Liu had no choice but to get out of the way and watched Xiao Benzi and his party leave with a very lonely expression.

When the little book was completely gone, Director Liu wanted to blame Dr. Hou, but found that the members of the archaeological team had already dispersed and were busy with their own business, as if he didn't exist.

"It was all good at first, but now everything has changed." Director Liu sat slumped on a rock and hit it so hard that he almost convulsed from the pain.

Liu Ying quietly sat down next to her father and asked in a low voice, "Dad, the people of this country seem to be angry, so do their previous promises still count?"

"They haven't fulfilled what they promised, so their promises naturally don't count. Don't talk about these things now, there are many people with mixed eyesight. Let's talk about it later when we find an opportunity."

Liu Ying bit her lip and nodded helplessly.

The sudden death at the well's edge meant that the previously planned plan no longer needed to be carried out.

The convoy brought by Director Liu disbanded automatically. Xiao Benzi's car drove to Benzi's country camp. Only the truck from the weather station remained.

Under the command of Mr. Lu, the archaeological team wrapped the excavated small items, then numbered them and loaded them into trucks to fix them.

"Xiao Fan, please escort the car yourself and send these cultural relics back first. Then bring the car over tomorrow morning. Remember to bring more ropes." Mr. Lu warned.

Professor Fan has participated in on-site excavations and is experienced. "Don't worry, it's too cold today. How about you go back with me and rest at the weather station for one night?"

"I won't go back. I have to guard the cauldron, otherwise I won't worry." After Mr. Lu finished speaking, he meant something and glanced at Director Liu.

No matter how ambitious Xiao Benzi is, he would not dare to do anything in the land of Dragon Kingdom. What he is afraid of is Liu Ying and his daughter.

These two people are wearing human skins, do not handle human affairs, and are insiders, so they are hard to guard against. Once the officials lose their conscience, it will be difficult for the people to deal with it.

Professor Fan knew that he had a heavy responsibility, so he escorted the car away without saying anything more.

That night, the little book didn't leave and the convoy didn't move. They lit many bonfires, made the camp brightly lit, and began to hold a grand ceremony.

Mr. Lu didn't rest either. He sat by the bonfire, writing and drawing in his notebook under the dim light of the bonfire, and discussed a few words with everyone from time to time.

They are planning how to fix the bronze tripod.

The transport vehicle has been determined, that is, the truck. How to load the truck and how to secure it is a matter of knowledge.

Just like Dr. Hou said, decades ago, the cauldron could be transported to the Hutu River by horse-drawn men alone. The equipment now is many times more powerful than that.

"According to this plan to transport the cauldron, it should be foolproof. Let's take turns to keep vigil tonight. Be alert and don't let the little book take advantage of the loopholes." Mr. Lu reminded.

"Don't worry."

At this moment, a strange singing sound rang out from the Xiaobenzi camp. I don’t know if it was summoning souls or sending souls away.

The team members on duty cheered up and patrolled the surroundings vigilantly.

The remaining personnel rested on the spot.

Director Liu and Liu Ying stayed in the camp. The performance of the father and daughter was too flattering, and Peng Dalin, who always liked to flatter others, felt embarrassed.

It was rare that he didn't go up to the pole to curry favor. He arranged the bedding perfunctorily and stayed away.

Everyone slept well that night, and the environment was still harsh, but everyone's hearts were filled with enthusiasm. No matter what, the bronze tripod was successfully unearthed, and half of the mission was completed.

The Benziguo camp not far away was not so relaxed.

The body of Taro Ibebe was placed next to the bonfire. Several of his colleagues and close friends all had white cloth bands wrapped around their foreheads, holding wine bottles in one hand and singing sad songs.

"Ibane-kun is so pitiful. He was a messenger of friendship and came with the best wishes for peace. Unexpectedly, he ended up losing his life in this country."

"It's all because the people in this country are narrow-minded and can't let go of any grudges. It all happened decades ago, and it wasn't Mr. Ibe who did it. They still won't let go."

"Well, Mr. Ibe's wish is to bring the bronze tripod back home, right?"

"Yes, looking at the current situation, his wish may not be realized."

"This...since this is Jingbei-kun's last wish, even if it cannot be truly realized, I should try my best to satisfy him. Let me think of a way. If I can't take away the bronze tripod, let him be buried with the bronze tripod..."

A native of Benzi clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind.