Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 83 Do you want to sit with her? _1

Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Do you want to sit with her? _1

Song Yunuan decisively turned her head.

[A real charm, who knows who can tame you.]

Gu Huai’an didn’t glance sideways, calm and composed.

Fortunately, only he could hear.

Over there, someone else was watching Song Yunuan.

She’s so young, what does she do for a living?

When they found out she was brought by Old Mr. Ji, they understood.

Old Mr. Ji himself was known to be eccentric, not one to follow conventional routes.

Here he was, bringing two kids with him.

It was said they were newly recognized as his grandchildren.

As for Old Mr. Ji, he was an unbeatable genius doctor in Beidu, Jiu City, having saved countless lives.

His status used to be unparalleled.

But fate played its tricks, several uncontrollable human errors occurred, followed by his daughter’s disappearance and his wife’s passing, Old Mr. Ji left to live incognito in foreign lands.

When he reappeared, to everyone’s surprise, he was picking up scraps.

This left people speechless.

And when he made his next appearance, it was at this occasion.

A bit out of his professional field, wasn’t it?

Of course, no one dared to speak freely.

On the contrary, they were quite happy.

They prepared to nurture a good relationship with Old Mr. Ji, never knowing when they might need his help.

So, even though it seemed like a big fuss was being made, everyone took the matter seriously.

After the meeting ended and following a short rest, Old Mr. Ji prepared to visit the site, the little mountain village mentioned by Song Yunuan, also known as Ginkgo Village.

The funding for this operation was approved very quickly.

But Museum Director Feng, leading the team, was anxious and decided to go to the site for an inspection that day.

Song Yunuan had wanted to take a nap, but not wanting to miss out on the first day’s excitement, she took her brother and Yingying with her in Old Mr. Ji’s car.

Glancing back, she saw Gu Huai’an not boarding his own car, but heading straight for theirs.

What’s he doing, wanting to ride with her?

But unexpectedly, Gu Huai’an pulled open the door to the driver’s seat and leisurely sat down.

Old Mr. Ji chuckled, "Huai’an, not telling them about your identity seems to suit you just fine, even able to be my chauffeur."

Gu Huai’an smiled.

Along the way, the two of them chatted occasionally, all about things related to Ginkgo Village.

Their car was in the middle, but before they could reach the entrance of the village, they were forced to stop.

Looking ahead, the first thing they saw was a tall ginkgo tree.

And then, on the village entrance road, a massive crowd of people was blocking the way.

It was only when they approached that they discovered Museum Director Feng and his team standing to the side, waiting to negotiate with the local work group and villagers.

There had already been a visit to Ginkgo Village and groundwork had been done; there had been no mention of lack of cooperation. After all, it was only the 1980s, and the public consciousness was still strong.

Not letting the two children out of the car, Old Mr. Ji didn’t get out either, as he believed this was not something the work group couldn’t handle.

Actually, Museum Director Feng felt the same way.

But some were muttering under their breath, "How was the communication handled, wasn’t it already agreed upon?"

"There must still be miscommunication somewhere, the villagers must have misunderstood something, right?"

"What would they misunderstand? If there really is a cluster of ancient tombs here, they will be properly resettled."

Their conversations were very quiet, and most of the people outside the village entrance were quietly waiting.

On the other hand, the villagers seemed very agitated.

"If you don’t make it clear, we can’t let you enter the village. Our families have lived here for generations; you can’t just tell us to move out with a single sentence. There’s no sense in that. Nobody is getting in until things are made clear,"

a tall and burly man shouted out.

After he finished shouting, several old ladies sat on the ground, playing stubborn.

Crying, causing a fuss, and even threatening to hang themselves—the scene played out in turns at the entrance to the village.

At that time, Gu Huai’an was standing with Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan looked at the crowd and offhandedly remarked, "Hey, they couldn’t be delaying us on purpose, already digging by themselves, could they?"

The work group was local, and Ginkgo Village wasn’t lawless territory. It was impossible for the local people to have no control over the situation. Both the commune head and a deputy county head had come.

But they were indeed blocked at the entrance to the village.

Gu Huai’an had been calm, but he unexpectedly raised an eyebrow—Song Yunuan’s words seemed to make a lot of sense.

He and the others hadn’t considered this possibility because they still required evidence to prove the case as true.

In other words, they, including Gu Huai’an, didn’t yet believe there was an ancient tomb in the village.

Song Yunuan’s thinking this way was because she was convinced there was one. Given her conviction, it was normal for her thoughts to differ from theirs.

So, he whispered, "You make a good point. Go ahead and wait in the car, I’ll be back soon."

Since their recent reunion, the two had not really spoken much.

Song Yunuan nodded and headed for the car where Old Mr. Ji was.

Old Mr. Ji was getting restless.

What if that book really existed!

If it was excavated carelessly and exposed to the wind, it would turn to dust.

He looked at Song Yunuan, "These villagers do indeed seem off. You three stay in the car and lock the doors. I’m going to get out and see what’s happening," he said.

After giving his instructions, Old Mr. Ji hurried to the village entrance.

Meanwhile, Gu Huai’an had shared Song Yunuan’s suspicions with Museum Director Feng.

Gu Huai’an was at the scene in his capacity as a history professor from Beidu University. Not many people knew him, and he had already told Museum Director Feng that he was just there to look around and also to speak with Old Mr. Ji about some matters.

And his security detail had shifted from overt to covert operations.

Upon hearing what Gu Huai’an had said, Museum Director Feng became anxious.

If they dug around blindly, they could destroy everything.

With a grave expression, Museum Director Feng went to the work group with the current speculation. Despite Commune Chief Zhao’s disbelief, being barred at the village gate was also a loss of face for him. He was beside himself with anger as he scolded Brigade Leader Liang, "Do you even remember what your job is? What, has your village declared independence and is no longer under the commune’s control? Are you trying to incite a mass disturbance? And where are all the young people from your village, why are there only a few here? Brigade Leader Liang, I’m telling you, you better get them to clear the way. The less you mess up, the lighter the consequences for you. Otherwise, you can expect to be put away."

By this time, Gu Huai’an’s patience was wearing thin.

His secretary, Xiao Wu, was in the car using the radio telephone. In just a few minutes, the area was surrounded by a semi-cordon.

As a result, the group managed to enter the village without obstruction.

It was only after they got inside that they saw how chaotic the situation was.

With no cell phones available, the villagers at the gate were held back and couldn’t send timely messages.

Subsequently, a joint operation rounded up the furiously digging villagers and detained them.

Three outsiders from other villages were also discovered.

Fortunately, inside information had only come to light that morning; otherwise, there might have been further regrettable incidents.

As for who the mole was, the work group and local public security were left to investigate. Soon after, the entire village was brought under control.

You might say it was a massive operation; just relocating the villagers was a big project.

But compared to the discoveries made, that was just trivial.

Underneath one cellar, they found flagstones made of blue stone.

In the yard of one villager’s home, they spotted a large stone that seemed to be engraved with characters...

The village was now empty.

All the villagers had been temporarily moved elsewhere, arranged by the work group and commune.

Only then did Song Yunuan enter the scene.

Old Mr. Ji told her that it had been confirmed: there was indeed an ancient burial complex here, dating back to the Western Jin dynasty.