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This old man is also missing, but also very rude, let us three strangers help to do things.
But looking at the situation in the basement, there is no manpower in the archives of Huixiang. The three of us who have been sent up are of course unable to escape.
There are two elderly people, and we are not good at rejecting them directly.
Pick up the pants and walk to the file cabinets. We are three busy.
The old files are stored in the basement. For the sake of reason, it should be all information management. These files should also be scanned and entered into the database. However, some paper documents are still retained, which is equivalent to a backup. Moreover, after a few decades, if it is possible to take a documentary and make a news interview, it is sure to take out a paper file to take a picture, which is more interesting than calling the information in the database.
I have dealt with the Archives of the National Day before. When I was looking for Ye Qing, the thin man and the fat man ran several Archives Bureaus, and asked for help from others, turning over the oldest paper files.
Minqing City is much more prosperous than Huixiang Township, and its administrative level is also high. The conditions of the Archives Bureau are naturally much better. At least it is impossible to put the files in the basement, not seeing the sky all the year round, and the risk of flooding. The thin man said that some filing cabinets are still sealed, and they are similar to the bank vault. Of course, the files about Ye Qing and the six villages of workers and peasants are not eligible for such special filing cabinets.
I took out the files on the lower level of the filing cabinet, they were all wet, dripping water down. Open those paper bags, the paper with yellow hair is already illegible, and it is ruined by water. Even some of the portfolios themselves have been too long, brittle and soft, and the situation is even worse.
I have some helplessness. I can only look at the names and classifications recorded on these portfolios. I will work first and then see if there are any documents about the history of Huixiang.
"Cough..."
On the other side of the room, the old man coughed twice. Grandpa pushed him to rest and he refused. The voices of the two old people went down, but they were intermittent and seemed to be talking about home.
Lu Qiaoqi called me.
I walked over and saw that she had a folder in her hand, which was covered in plastic film. It was not sealed, but it still had a waterproof effect.
Lu Qiaozhen called me, of course not because of the simple surprise that there is such a folder in the archives, but the content of that file.
The plastic bags are filled with broken paper. Looking at the appearance of the paper, the age is longer, and the words above are also ancient.
I looked a little hard.
Lv Qiaoyu pointed out a complete sentence and said to me: "This is the local history of Huixiang. Here, I wrote about the disaster relief and the food, and then the number of deaths caused by the disaster."
I was a little surprised, I didn't expect Lu Qiao to understand this.
Lv Qiaozhen didn't notice my expression and pointed to the missing piece of paper next to it. "There was a big wealthy merchant at that time who passed through Huixiang and donated some money."
She turned another page.
“Is there any earliest record?” I hurriedly asked."This seems not the earliest. However, I saw the grass road thing." Lu Qiaoyi turned to the page and pointed out to me, "The story that was not heard last time is so exaggerated. Some people have offended the local The cellar was hooliganized and buried in the ground. When someone found out that it was dead, the record was incomplete and there was only this content."
I looked at my eyes and only felt dizzy. This ancient text, I graduated from high school, I gave it back to the language teacher. Now, after a long period of time, watching the real ancient Chinese text, not to mention the complicated changes in the text, it is even more difficult to read.
Lu Qiaozhen put this file aside and changed it for another.
These files contain all the residual pages. Almost all the papers are damaged. I don’t know what happened in the past, and where they were found.
I helped Lu Qiaoyu find it here, and looked at the contents with a hard scalp.
Zhuang Huai also came to help. Like me, he knows nothing about the ancient texts. He can only look at the words and words that are most easily recognized.
The three of us are investing, and the two old men have come over.
Uncle said with dissatisfaction: "Let you help, you are lazy here!"
"Hey, people are not people in our archives." The old man advised.
I directly asked which of the earliest contents of these files was. Just from the order of the files in the filing cabinet, it seems that they are not arranged by year.
The old man shook his head. "These things are scattered when they are delivered."
Grandpa added: "In the same year, Mr. Zhou sorted out for a while and took a little reason. After he died, no one was in charge."
"Mr. Zhou?" I asked with doubt. This last name makes me care a little.
"It is the old man in our archives. When I came back from the ocean, the university asked the family. After I came back, I went to the capital to teach. After I was older, I retired and returned to Huixiang." The old man replied.
"Back to Huixiang?" I repeat the words of the old man, always feel that what is hidden in this.
"Yeah. Mr. Zhou said that his ancestors were Huixiang people, and then moved away, the specific reasons do not know. He came back, just want to find the root. If you have not sorted these things, he will die." The old man sighed.
"We saw some tombstones in the grave gravel before, and we engraved the word 'week'." Zhuang Huai said.
Both old people are surprised.
"Is it impossible, the ghost who cried the grave is the ancestors of Mr. Zhou?" Grandpa was surprised.
Of course we can't answer this.
Even if it is true, this week, Mr. Zhou also passed away.
"Is he still having a family?" I asked.
The old man shook his head. "He returned to Huixiang alone. He heard that his wife had died before, and there was no one or two women."
"What about his relics?" I asked again.
The old man continued to shake his head.
The uncle next to him slammed his head. "I have a pen, have you forgotten it? Or what you told me is that Mr. Zhou left it to you. It was worth a lot of money that year. What is it called Mei? I still want to ask you to borrow. Take it to her man."The old man looked at the memory of his face and shook his head and smiled: "When people are old, this is something that can't be remembered."
“Can you show us the pen?” I asked with expectation.
If Mr. Zhou becomes a ghost, his relic is probably the clue to find him.
The old man is still shaking his head. "I don't know where to go. I haven't seen it for many years."
This is rejection.
I think something is wrong.
"Oh, all things are human beings. Now there is not even a thing left. When we are dead, no one remembers Mr. Zhou. In the past, Mr. Zhou also taught me some foreign languages." Grandpa looked sighed.
"Yeah." The old man is also embarrassed.
The two are going to the bathroom, so I came over and looked at it. After saying this, I am going up.
The middle-aged people are still persuading them to rest. These things, when other staff members come and get it again, are rejected by the old man, and his old man is also loudly reprimanding that he has no hardworking and practical attitude.
The voice of three people is gone.
Zhuang Huai and others left, and said: "I will look for opportunities to go to his room later."
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