"Xing Kiln? Are you sure it's Xing Kiln?"
"Probably? Anyway, the kilns in that area all used the local porcelain clay, so they should all be Xing Kilns, right?"
Shen Le answered uncertainly. There was no helping it—he had not surveyed the site, taken soil samples, or dug underneath to unearth a porcelain shard for verification. It was entirely based on instinct.
As for that instinct—
He could hardly say, I've got a little Xing Kiln white porcelain demon at my side, and it's jumping around like crazy, could I?
"No rush, then. I'll ask around and call you back. Not every one of these kilns necessarily has to be excavated, you understand?"
After much consideration, Shen Le called the elderly professor who had come by to guide him in identifying porcelain and sincerely sought her advice. The answer she gave was exactly as he had expected:
"I understand, I understand! Professor, no need to rush! Things like budgets and work plans—you have to ease into those conversations slowly. You can't just make one phone call and expect to get an answer right away!"
The old professor put down the phone and smiled with satisfaction. Yes, the question was not whether it was a Xing Kiln, but whether the researchers had sufficient funding and manpower.
From the perspective of researchers and cultural relic preservationists, naturally they hoped to find, excavate, restore, and display every cultural relic in museums, pristine and gleaming.
The problem was that a county or city only had so much funding for cultural preservation, and a country only had so much as well.
Going further up the chain, a country's GDP was only so large—it could only support so many people and purchase so much equipment. In Hebei specifically, did the Cangzhou Iron Lion not need protection?