Perhaps it was the transformation of his identity, or perhaps it was his certainty that Zong Guang would become his future uncle-in-law, but Nie Guangyi felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't make things clear.
Regardless of whether Zong Guang was willing to listen or not, he eagerly wanted to explain, "That ancient village initially sought out Professor Nie, not me. The reason was that they found some Tang Dynasty tiles on several dilapidated houses."
"Tang Dynasty tiles?" Zong Guang picked up the topic.
"Yes. Those tiles were also believed to be from the same origin as the local ancient covered bridges."
"Did the villagers take the tiles from the covered bridge to their homes?" Zong Guang couldn't help but be surprised.
"That's hard to say, although I don't rule out the possibility, it's probably not the case. In the hearts of the locals, a covered bridge is not just a bridge, but also a kind of belief. To do that would be like dismantling a temple, taking the tiles home."
