Shennongjia, Donghuamen, inside a certain research institute.
Various books and ancient slips.
Five or six scholars were huddled together, discussing in low voices.
There are old people and there are young people.
"Mr. Yun, come quickly, we found it!"
At this moment, a young man suddenly broke into the door, holding two photos in his hand, and came to one of the old men.
"Found it?"
The old man with white hair and reading glasses looked excitedly at the young man who had just walked in.
"Bring it to me quickly!"
These are two black and white photos, they look a bit old.
I saw a few unclear words written sparsely on the photo.
It was obviously a rubbing from an ancient stele. It can be seen from the photos that this stele has been completely damaged.
There were originally hundreds of words on it, but now there are less than ten left on the photo.
"Where did you find it?"
"Yanjing Museum, but the original monument is gone, and only these two photos are left. If I hadn't visited the ninety-year-old administrator, I would never have found this thing."
Mr. Yun adjusted his reading glasses and looked at the light carefully.
"That's it, that's it. It's just that these words are so different from what's in the book. It's so old that there's no way to check it."
"Have you ever asked when and where this was taken?" Mr. Yun raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him.
"I asked. It was excavated from a tomb that was unearthed seventy years ago. According to the old administrator, he was also at the scene at that time. When it was unearthed, everything else was well preserved. Only this stone tablet changed as soon as it was exposed to light.
It turned into ashes."
"But someone took the photos beforehand, so they are still there today."
Mr. Yun listened to the young man's introduction and pondered for a while.
"Seventy years ago? Impossible. The words on this stone tablet are not recorded in historical materials at all, so it cannot be seventy years ago."
The young man nodded vigorously: "The old administrator also said the same thing. Some scholars also studied it at that time and said that this text cannot be traced. It is likely to be a prehistoric civilization, the Yuexi Kingdom, a civilization that disappeared in history."
………
In the research institute, when several people were pondering and puzzled, the eagle suddenly knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Mr. Yun looked back and saw a knock on the door, obviously unhappy.
Eagle pushed open the door and came with two notes in his hand.
"Mr. Yun, this is the note handed over to you for your study."
With that said, Eagle walked over with two fonts in hand.
Mr. Yun snorted coldly: "How can we have time? Don't you think we are very busy? Go back and tell Su Zhenxian that if you want to solve the language barrier quickly, please stop disturbing us."
The eagle was so angry that he lost his temper for a moment.
He knew he wouldn't get any benefits from coming here, but he still handed over the note insistently.
"Put it on the table first." Seeing Yingying's temper, Mr. Yun had no choice but to say.
However, just when Yingying put the note on the table, Mr. Yun's eyes narrowed.
"Wait a minute!"
The eagle was almost losing its hair. If the other party hadn't been an old guy with gray hair, he might have gotten angry long ago.
"Show it to me!"
Eagle was slightly startled, but still handed the note to Mr. Yun.
Mr. Yun took the note with both hands. When he looked at the text in his hand and compared the contents of the two black and white photos again, his whole body felt like an electric shock.
"Where did this come from?"
Mr. Yun was so excited that he was beyond words, like a child with a strong thirst for knowledge, staring at the eagle, the beard at the corner of his mouth trembling.
"Written by Zhang Shengli, it gives us information about the small world."
"Zhang Shengli? Which Zhang Shengli?" Mr. Yun stared at the eagle.
The eagle felt very depressed.
Which Zhang Shengli? Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know it.
"What? Is there something wrong?" Eagle asked cautiously.
"That's so wrong!" Mr. Yun was a little excited: "Do you know what is written on this note?"
Eagle nodded subconsciously.
"Then read it to me!"
Yingying smiled bitterly, pointed at the note in the other person's hand, and said, "You can compare the note below with Chinese characters."
This time, the eagle was once again regarded as an air man.
Several scholars began to lower their heads to study, completely ignoring the dazed eagle beside them.
Combined with the note, calculate it word by word, and then compare it with several books that Su Zhenxian sent earlier.
"Let me just say, this Su Zhenxian brought us a few music books. Even if we study for decades, we still can't figure out the reason."
Suddenly, Mr. Yun burst out laughing, holding the two notes as if he had found a treasure.
"With this, as long as I am given enough time, I will be able to deduce the characters of this civilization. But it is only the characters, not the pronunciation."
Speaking of this, Mr. Yun seemed to have thought of something and came directly to the eagle.
"Quickly, take me to see that Zhang Shengli."
Forehead!
Eagle was a little dumbfounded, struggled for a long time, and finally said: "The bosses are already thinking of a solution. As for meeting Zhang Shengli, I guess even if I meet him, I won't be able to do it."
"Why not? Isn't he from our country?"
"That's not true."
"Since it's not the case, take me to see him. This kind of thing is enough to be recorded in the annals of history. I don't believe that he doesn't agree."
Yingying smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Yun, it's useless for you to tell me about this. I'm just an errand boy."
"Take me to see Su Zhenxian!"
Yun always didn't want to waste a moment. He spent a month researching on this so-called text.
Not only is there no progress, but it is getting further and further away.
Now that there is a turning point, how can he let it go?
This is the charm of words, the charm of literature.
These people have devoted their whole lives to the study of history and dealt with history all their lives. To put it bluntly, this is their profession and a hobby.
At this time, Su Zhenxian had just walked out of Su Shicheng's place.
A dejected look on his face.
If even Su Shicheng refused to help, he really didn't have any confidence.
He knew Zhang Shengli's bad temper very well.
If Su Shicheng said there was nothing he could do, then no one could do anything to him.
When he was getting angry, Yingying came over with Mr. Yun.
When he saw the eagle, he suddenly had an idea.
"Eagle, come here!"
He completely ignored Mr. Yun behind him, as if he didn't see him.
"How is your wife's relationship with Tang Rou?"
The eagle didn't react for a moment.
"If you ask your wife, Zheng Xiaoman, to talk to Tang Rou, can you make Zhang Shengli change his mind?"
After saying this, the eagle understood.
"No!" Yingying refused directly: "You'd better not get involved with Xiaoman in this kind of thing. If I find out, not only will I leave here, but I will also take the fourth master with me."
Chapter completed!