Reborn As Super Heiress

Huo Sining was seeing her normally aloof master admit defeat for the first time, especially in front of this lady, as meek as a mouse before a cat. It was an unbelievable scene.

Not only Huo Sining, but even Huang Zhenlong found it curious, unable to help but click his tongue in amazement, evidently having never seen Zhou Shitao in such a state.

”Who is this old granny? How formidable she is, even Professor Zhou fears her?”

Nearby, someone had already curiously asked, having previously found it amusing when seeing this lady’s daughter shout in her ear. But now, seeing Zhou Shitao deferentially, everyone was stupefied.

These people weren’t fools. Although they didn’t recognize Zhang Xiuchun, seeing Zhou Shitao’s demeanor, they realized that this old granny’s identity was extraordinary, at least on par with Zhou Shitao. Considering her age, they could easily guess her status.

A formidable figure indeed, definitely a top-tier big shot!

Everyone looked at Zhang Xiuchun with fervent gaze, almost ready to worship her.

Even Su Qingqing couldn’t help but look at Zhang Xiuchun with curiosity, whispering to Ding Liang beside her:

”Senior Brother Ding, who is this elder? Why does Professor Zhou fear her?”

Su Qingqing’s question echoed the sentiments of many other archaeological team members. Though they remained silent, each strained to listen to her conversation.

Indeed, Ding Liang knew this old granny. Upon hearing Su Qingqing’s question, he raised his head, looked at her in amusement:

”You don’t know her? You’re truly lacking in education. You must have slept through master’s lectures, not absorbing anything?”

Upon hearing this, Su Qingqing felt embarrassed, her face slightly reddened, licking her tongue shyly.

Thankfully, Ding Liang didn’t dwell on the topic, steering away, explaining:

”This is Elder Mr. Zhang Xiuchun, the president of the Xiang Province University Archaeology Institute and honorary curator of the Hunan Province Museum.”

”This elder professor reportedly joined the archaeology circle when she was about fifteen or sixteen, now she’s ninety years old, thought to be Senior Sister to Professor Zhou, entering the field even earlier than him.”

Upon hearing Ding Liang’s words, the crowd couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.

My goodness, an elder senior to Zhou Shitao, what kind of status is this!?

That wasn’t all, as Ding Liang continued:

”You might not grasp her titles, thinking she’s just elderly, without anything remarkable. But don’t underestimate her as merely a woman; her achievements will truly astonish you.”

”Terracotta Warriors, Qianling Mausoleum, Changsun Wuji Family Tomb, she participated and led as chief commander. Most surprising is the Mawangdui Xin Zhui Tomb in Xiang Province. She handled the Mawangdui Silk Texts, leading its restoration, an absolute authority in handling Thousand-Year Ancient Tomb silk manuscripts!”

Once Ding Liang uttered these words, there was an uproar behind, even Su Qingqing couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

The Mawangdui Silk Texts are a miracle in the history of artifact restoration, even in the current archaeological field, they are highly regarded, a topic proudly discussed by countless archaeologists.

At the time, when the Mawangdui Silk Texts were excavated from the third pit of the Mawangdui Han Tombs, they were stored in a lacquer wooden box. Due to over a thousand years of immersion and mildew, the silk pages were stuck together, forming a brick of silk text, impossible to separate.

Almost all archaeological experts were at a loss, even contemplating abandoning the restoration. But at this moment, Professor Zhang Xiuchun stood up, undertaking this challenging task.

After exhausting all means, Professor Zhang, under tremendous pressure, successfully restored it, showing the world the original appearance of the Silk Texts.

This set of Mawangdui Silk Texts contains 120,000 words, including precious materials on astrology, medicine, touching upon the politics, military, thoughts, culture, and science from the Warring States to early Western Han, even documenting astronomy, health, and bedroom arts, akin to a comprehensive encyclopedia.

It provides firsthand historical material for research, offering precious evidence for studying Han Dynasty calligraphy and its evolution.

Two maps within illustrate the contemporary geographic situation, extremely rare.

Generally, the calligraphy of Han people seen today is often on stone engravings, rarely are such detailed textual records found on silk. Seeing so much ink is truly fortunate; without Zhang Xiuchun, this set of Mawangdui Silk Texts would never have surfaced.

Upon complete restoration, its publication stunned the world, rivalling the attention given to the thousand-year-old corpse Xin Zhui from Tomb No. 1, within the field, even surpassing it.

It greatly advanced historical research on the Western Han era, almost invaluable.

No one knows the hardships from damage to restoration, but post-restoration, whoever gazes upon the thin as cicada wings silk, along with the clear and unpretentious Han clerical script, cannot imagine its initial appearance upon excavation.

Thus, Professor Zhang holds a high status in the field, particularly revered by senior archaeological experts.

Even Zhou Shitao, known as a Mount Tai and Big Dipper figure, bows his head, becoming a fan of Professor Zhang, even when addressed as ”kid” by the elder, smiles without complaint.

Such a person is truly respectable, dedicating a lifetime to archaeology, pouring her life into the career, even at ninety willing to travel across thousands of miles, racing against time without wasting moments in idle chat with old friends, embodying dedication worthy of admiration and awe.

Not only the archaeological team members, but even the police officers, not part of the field, were intently watching this silver-haired lady.

Though her frame was bent and frail, oddly, Huo Sining felt this elder’s form was so grand, invoking a sense of towering respect.

”Qingqing, look, who says women aren’t capable in archaeology? This elder set a perfect example for us women, absolutely upholding the legacy, surpassing all the men present, isn’t that right?”

Huo Sining laughed, looking passionately at Su Qingqing.