The sacrifices are still before the war, and these three sets of two ritual vessels are for the sacrifices."
Zhu Wuneng suffered from an occupational disease, and he was lying on the bronze tripod, wishing to dig out the inscriptions on the tripod with his eyes.
After all, Tang Wan's family also ran an antique shop. After being immersed in it for a long time, she became interested in these things. Even though she was afraid, she still walked behind Zhu Wuneng and observed them carefully.
"After~
Mother~
Second!"
Tang Wan struggled to identify the three-character inscription on the bronze tripod with uncertainty.
Subconsciously, she looked at Chen Yang with a questioning look.
Chen Yang took a step forward, stood side by side with Tang Wan, and said with a smile: "Be more confident, I am stepmother Yi Ding."
Zhu Wuneng finished observing the inscriptions on the tripod one step ahead of Tang Wan, then went to the side, put on his gloves as a habit, and pulled out a yue stuck on the ground with both hands.
He observed it for a while and said: "There is also an inscription on the yue, Stepmother Yi, dear. It weighs at least twenty pounds."
Hu Tu leaned over and asked doubtfully: "Can you swing this?"
"stupid!"
Zhu Wuneng didn't give any face to him and sneered: "Do you understand the ritual utensils? They are not used for battle."
"but......"
He looked at Chen Yang: "...Is there a woman in this tomb?"
Chen Yang nodded and analyzed: "There was a Simuwu Ding in Fuhao's tomb. Later, after archaeologists identified it, the word Si was changed to Hou, which is the Stepmother Wu Ding."
"Judging from the inscription, there is probably a Yin Shang queen buried here, and her identity should not be much different from that of Fu Hao.
and......"
Chen Yang pointed to the yue held in Zhu Wuneng's hand and said uncertainly: "The bronze yue was buried with her, and its shape is not much different from that of Fuhao's tomb. Maybe it is another tribal leader from the Yin and Shang Dynasties.
With the general."
Hu Tugang was scolded and muttered in a low voice: "What's wrong with the Yin merchants? Do they always let the queen lead the troops to fight? Is the Shang king responsible for giving birth to children?"
Chen Yang smiled and explained: "There are relevant records in the oracle bone inscriptions unearthed now. Fu Hao did lead troops to conquer foreign tribes on her own back then, but she also went into battle with Shang Wang Xin.
I personally suspect that the descendants of the Yin Shang clan should be a large tribe, and according to the rules, successive Yin Shang queens came from it and were in charge of the tribe's military strength."
This is what Chen Yang's family says.
However, there are similar situations in later generations. For example, in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the queens of the past dynasties often came from several families; and in the Khitan, their queens were basically named Xiao.
There are many similar examples.
History keeps repeating itself, there is nothing new under the sun.
Chen Yang's inference cannot be said to be unreasonable.
After all, it happened 3,000 years ago. The scenery was endless, but it was all buried in loess. The inference is just an inference.
Letting go of this, Chen Yang, Zhu Wuneng, and the reincarnated goddess all looked behind their stepmother Yi Ding.
There, there is a wall of loess, more than half of which collapsed, leaving only a broken part, no more than the height of an adult's waist.
Such a height could not block their sight at all. With the searchlight, they could easily see a wide earthen platform behind the earthen wall.
It's the kind of podium that's similar to a primary school playground, where speeches are made and flags are raised.
The difference is that this loess platform is smaller and closer to a rectangle.
It's a bit small, but it's big enough for six or seven people to sleep together, and it won't be a problem for three or five people to roll around.
"This soil seems to have been cooked."
Zhu Wuneng squinted his eyes and said uncertainly.
Chen Yang also narrowed his eyes and said: "It's not just a matter of being cooked. The loess used in the earthen buildings in southern Fujian has also been cooked, with brown sugar, eggs, and even human blood added. It has survived for hundreds of years, even if it is hit by cannonballs."
It's okay up there.
But this recipe is different."
When Chen Yang mentioned the word "human blood", both Zhu Wuneng and the reincarnated goddess raised their eyebrows in unison.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but when I look at the earth platform, I feel that the quality of the soil is wrong. Not only does it not look rough, but it is as smooth as jade, and there seems to be a faint red light...