Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 500 Two Fengzen Terraces, Are They Wrong?

Seeing such a sentence came, the treasure friends also interrupted.

"This Mount Tai is not a pure earth mountain. There are so many plants, there are soil layers on the top, and it must be normal to have rocks below."

"No, this stone is too small compared to the surrounding area!"

Tang Qisheng came forward to explain.

"Although there are soil layers on the stone mountain, those that can grow plants are generally thicker, and such a thin layer of soil rarely appears."

"It's inappropriate to say that the soil layer on the roof of Baoyou who was able to grow Ganoderma lucidum just now is thicker than here."

"I suggest digging it out."

In fact, without Tang Qisheng's suggestion, Wang Duoyu had already dug up all the soil, exposing what was underneath.

The long cyan stones are displayed so abruptly.It is about two meters long like the stone slab next to which the steps are built, with a square cut.

The difference is that there are many lines and carving marks on it.

"Is this the stone from Fengchan Terrace?"

The treasure friends gasped, feeling as if they had witnessed history.

They didn't think about this kind of thing.

In daily life, except for the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth, ordinary people have no chance to come into contact with such places of worship.

My eyes lit up and I became excited.

"Master Ning, is this the real Song Zhenzong's Zen altar?"

"No."

Ning Fan glanced at the ground and shook his head directly.

"This is a part of the corner. The real Fengchan Terrace should already be on the steps of Mount Tai."

"This……"

The treasure friends frowned and were stunned for a moment.

"Pave the road with Fengchan Terrace? Who can do such a thing!"

"Bastard! Ruthless!"

When Tang Qisheng heard this, he cried out in pain.

For him, these things are unique historical relics, and it is too late to protect them. Hearing that someone is using these things to pave the road, he feels a little old.

"It looks like it happened in the last century. If you want to say that there is someone who has done something, there may really be one person who did it."

Ning Fan looked at the message, but did not directly name the person, but gave a reminder to his friends.

"Poets, warlords, have written Mount Tai."

"Who?"

Friends of Bao want to know who this person is.

The understandable Baoyou already had a strange expression on his face.

"Can he do this?"

"Others may not be able to do it, but if it is him, it is really possible."

After Tang Qisheng's initial astonishment, he now came back to his senses.

Slowly utter the poem that Ning Fan said.

"Looking at Mount Tai from a distance, it looks black and dark. The top is thinner and the bottom is thicker. If Mount Tai is turned upside down, the bottom is thinner and the top is thicker."

"???"

The treasure friends were stunned when they saw these words.

That's it?

Is this also poetry?

Also a poet?This bloody level, I'm afraid it's not even a doggerel, right?

"Actually, this guy is really a doggerel poet."

"If you think this poem is not good, you can read his other poems."

Wang Duoyu's listless voice came from the live broadcast room.

The treasure friends knew that he could not speak directly, so they went to check the information by themselves.

Within a few minutes, he vomited blood.

This is really the case. Compared with other poems, this Taishan is not bad.

Tang Qisheng's voice followed suit.

"Zhang Zongchang, when he was in charge of Lu Province, he had no achievements, only a bunch of nicknames, such as generals who don't know anything, generals who don't know anything, generals who are mixed with the world... It's not too far-fetched to say that he was able to do the thing of tearing down Fengchantai."

"It's just...the reason?"

Even Tang Qisheng couldn't figure out why Zhang Zongchang did this.

Murder and set fire to the gold belt, repair the bridge and repair the road without corpses.

He didn't believe that Zhang Zongchang could do such a good thing.

"Sacrifice to Confucius."

Ning Fan spoke lightly.

In the live broadcast room, Baoyou, who knew this history, frowned slightly.

Back then, the current situation was turbulent, and all kinds of monsters were rampant, holding guns, smoking dirt, and grabbing silver dollars, but there were too many people who wanted to create a positive image.

Zhang Zongchang is indeed one of them.

Originally I couldn't read two big characters, so I insisted on being arty, so I organized an event in the name of offering sacrifices to Confucius in Lu Province.

In name, it is to sacrifice to the ancestor of Confucius, but in fact it is making countless money.

[-]% was reserved for the Kong family as a cooperation fee, and the other [-]% was kept in hand.

Seeing that Baoyou knew the premise, Ning Fan didn't explain too much.

"Worshiping Confucius is just a means for him to make money, and the face project he made is to demolish the Zen platform."

"However, the one Qianlong sacrificed at that time had the royal family of the Qing Dynasty, so he didn't dare to make a big move, but Song Zhenzong didn't have any taboos, and he directly shoveled and paved the road."

"If you have the newspapers at that time, you can look at the headlines of the year."

""Dismantling the Zen Terrace and Breaking the Remnants of Feudalism, General Zhang wrote another famous sentence", I found it, it is this!"

Not long after Ning Fan finished speaking, someone found the newspaper headlines from the archives.

Now those who have never seen Ning Fan's strength all admire him.

"Remember all this?"

"Monster-like memory!"

"so envious!"

The citric acid in his heart was told over and over again on the barrage, but for Ning Fan, this was just the norm.

With the addition of the system, these informative things are indeed a lot more convenient.

Of course, he also admired those unsystematic old scholars more and more, especially scholars like Tang Qisheng, Mo Ran, and Yuan Lu.

They can remember everything by human power, and contribute to the archaeological and historical development of the Xia Kingdom.

They are the most powerful people.

The thought flashed across, Ning Fan is not a hypocritical person.

The system is on him, as long as he is worthy of himself.

The others are all false names, and it is a serious matter to get the treasure of Wutu first.

"Keep digging."

Ning Fan looked at the stones on the surface and judged that these stones had been sent to pave the road, and the things he wanted were still under the soil layer.

Wang Duoyu wants to cry but has no tears.

Hearing that Zhang Zongchang used Fengchantai stones to pave the road, he thought he didn't need to dig.

Unexpectedly, he could not escape the fate of digging.

"very soon."

Ning Fan patted him on the shoulder, his eyes fell on the middle of the Feng Chan Terrace, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

"Historical Records of Justice" said that earth was built on Mount Tai as an altar to worship the sky and repay the merits of the sky, so it is called Feng.

Now here is the bluestone strip.

According to ancient records, the references of soil and stone are completely different.

It is not suitable to use bluestone here.

Ning Fan felt that there should be something else down there.

Looking at the side, realizing something, he walked over and started digging.

When the shovel fell, what came out was soft soil, mixed with humus made of leaves and grass roots, which looked normal.

The treasure friends were wondering what Ning Fan was digging, but in the next second, the soil layer that came out changed, and there began to be whole lumps of soil, as well as clay bricks that were fired and bonded together.

"Is it also an item from Fengchan Terrace?"

How could there be two Fengchan Terraces?
Ning Fan thought for a while and figured out why.

There are no mistakes in history books.

The stones here are indeed the things used to build the Fengchan Terrace, but the shape of the Fengchan Terrace is different from what he thought.

(End of this chapter)