Chapter 110 The Beginning of a Hard Life

Before at school, she only had to attend classes in the morning. Now she was on the train, and she was directly watched by Teacher Guo. After the morning class, she continued to attend classes in the afternoon. In the evening, when Teacher Guo was preparing lessons and researching materials, Jiang Chacha did her homework.

Even half lazy can't steal it.

Teacher Guo's class, even on the train, even if there is only Jiang Chacha as a student, is lively and interesting.

After teaching Jiang Chacha all morning, in the afternoon, when Mr. Guo was teaching Jiang Chacha, the staff in the same sleeper consciously calmed down and listened carefully to what Mr. Guo said.

Even the old man who can't understand listens carefully.

Because Mr. Guo will intersperse some historical stories when speaking, which they can understand.

Everyone else is serious about taking classes. As a student, Jiang Chacha, can't she study more seriously?

In such an environment, Jiang Chacha's reserve knowledge grew crazily.

Like a sponge in the sea, absorbing knowledge crazily.

After getting off the train, Jiang Chacha was top-heavy.

This is what it feels like to be hypoxic.

Teacher Guo has been here before, but she looks more energetic than Jiang Chacha.

"It will be fine after a few days." Teacher Guo, as an experienced person, passed on his previous experience.

Jiang Chacha nodded, she didn't want to waste oxygen by talking now, she just wished she had an oxygen tank so she could take a deep breath or two.

Teacher Guo didn't say anything more, although he felt a little better, but he was also short of oxygen!

After leaving the station, first took the shuttle bus to a remote county town.

The small county is relatively backward, and there are houses made of mud bricks everywhere, and red stone brick houses are rare.

Probably due to the lack of water, most of the lips are relatively chapped.

Jiang Chacha licked the corners of her chapped mouth, and believed that the corners of her mouth would be like this in a few days.

This is a sad thing.

Touching his still smooth and tender face again, I don't know if it will still exist after a few days.

Jiang Chacha felt a river of sadness in her heart, and suddenly felt a little scared about the rest of her life.

This is somewhat different from what she imagined.

A good emperor through the ages, the mausoleum is not built in a rich place, people have to think about digging it, but it is built so far away, isn't it convenient for future generations to dig.

Jiang Chacha complained frantically in her heart.

The point is, this small county is not their destination either.

Teacher Guo rented an ox cart, and two people sat on the back of the cart. A middle-aged uncle drove the ox cart to the destination slowly.

The ox cart was bouncing, and Jiang Chacha felt even more uncomfortable.

In the middle of the journey, couldn't bear it even more. lay on the edge of the cart and vomited three or four times.

The uncle driving the car spoke in a thick dialect and not very proficient in Mandarin: "Little girl, spit it out, don't dirty my cart."

With a pale face, Jiang Chacha slumped on the car, unscrewed the military water bottle and took a mouthful of water to rinse her mouth.

The uncle turned his head and frowned as she spit out the saliva.

This girl is a waste of things.

The ox cart traveled leisurely for about five or six hours, and finally arrived at a small village in the evening.

Outside the small village, archaeologists stationed for this project.

Hundreds of people made this small village lively.

The uncle who drives the ox cart is also from this small village.

After putting the person down, he drove the bullock cart leisurely back home.

Teacher Guo took Jiang Chacha and found the person in charge of this project, who was also his elder brother Guo Xingchen.

Guo Xingchen is over sixty years old, with white hair all over his head. Although there are many wrinkles on his face, his face is full of energy.

This is a senior who really loves archeology.

After Mr. Guo gave a brief introduction, Jiang Chacha immediately bowed: "Hello, Professor Guo."

A boss of this level must leave a good impression on him.

Guo Xingchen patted Teacher Guo on the shoulder with a chuckle, and said to Jiang Chacha: "If your teacher can't teach you anymore, just come to me."

Noticing Jiang Chacha's expression again, after all, she was a little girl who came here for the first time, Guo Xingchen thoughtfully called his student Jia Changfeng, and asked him to take someone to rest first.

There are too few women in the archaeological field. At present, there are only two female staff members in this project, both of whom are elderly.

Jiang Chacha was naturally arranged to live with them.

It's just that these two are professor-level figures, and they have both gone to the scene now, and Jiang Chacha hasn't seen anyone yet.

Jia Changfeng had been staying in this wretched place for a month, and when he finally saw a little girl with a distinctive appearance, his face flushed immediately.

But his face here, has already turned red from the sun and wind, but it's hard to tell.

"Junior Sister, I'll take you to rest first." Even a nerd can put down his work at this time and help Jiang Chacha carry a lot of things.

Jiang Chacha nodded: "Thank you brother, then professor, teacher, I'll put my luggage first."

Teacher Guo and this Professor Guo must have something to say, and Jiang Chacha is indeed still feeling uncomfortable, so she hastily withdrew.

The place where live is a big temporary tent with a few simple beds inside.

There are two of them, there are traces of people sleeping, and there are folded quilts on them.

Jiang Chacha chose the bed in the farthest corner.

After Jia Changfeng delivered the person, he scratched the back of his head: "Junior sister, please clean up first. If you have any questions, you can come to me. I live next to the teacher."

Jiang Chacha nodded, expressed her thanks again, and watched him leave.

After the people left, Jiang Chacha began to pack her things.

She didn't even know what was in some of the bags.

First turn out the mats and quilts and spread them out, then arrange the big and small bags, and Jiang Chacha unpacks the bags that her roommates and Lin Xusheng forced on her one by one.

The roommate gave all kinds of things, such as flashlights, essential oils, toilet water, and face washes.

When Lin Xusheng opened it, Jiang Chacha was immediately surprised.

It turned out to be a familiar camera!

It was the summer vacation, the one she used.

She couldn't help picking it up and looking at it in her hands, she couldn't put it down.

In addition, there is a large roll of film in the bag, so there is no need to worry about not enough to shoot this matter.

Jiang Chacha felt that this thing was sent to her heart.

However, it is not possible to accept such a precious thing with peace of mind. After returning, this camera still has to be returned to Lin Xusheng.

Or this camera belonged to him, and he bought him a new one.

Putting the camera away, Jiang Chacha finally couldn't bear the fatigue of the journey and altitude sickness, and fell asleep directly on the bed.

When he woke up again, there was already dim light in the tent. Two old men were sitting at a table, holding a blueprint in their hands, talking in a low voice.

Jiang Chacha rubbed her eyes, still a little dazed.