Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 850: The Bronze Gate of King Zhou’s Mausoleum

"Philosophers?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then became serious.

In the pre-Qin period, there were nearly [-] schools of thought in the Xia Kingdom, collectively known as the Hundred Schools of Philosophy. According to later generations, there are thousands of academic works written by the Hundred Schools. small influence.

"If these are items from various schools of thought, they are just the way cultural relics were placed in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods!" Someone tried to save face.

"Not necessarily." Another person retorted, pointing to the things in the showcase: "I know this stone plaque."

"Tell me?" The others were a little curious.

"There is a record in "Mencius" of a man named Xu Xing. He relied on the words of Shennong to publicize his ideas. He was called a farmer at that time. , advocating agriculture-oriented."

"And then?" The crowd didn't have much interest in hearing the information, and urged him to hurry up and talk about the key.

"They have a sundial, or it can't be called a sundial, it should be called a Xingnong plate."

The speaker paused: "That is the earliest division of the 24 solar terms. After it is placed according to the requirements, the cultivation is guided according to the area where the sun sets. This stone tablet is the Xingnong plate of the farm."

"Master Ning, isn't that right?" The expert asked proactively when he saw Ning Fan's gaze.

"That's right, it's exactly what you said." Ning Fan said.

Everyone froze in place, watching the corners of Shipai's mouth twitch.

"The symbol of the farmhouse? Xingnong Pan... How did this... come out?"

Ning Fan didn't explain, so he asked people to turn off the lights and took out the flashlight.

When the light came on, the shadow of the protruding metal needle in the middle of the Xingnong plate fell, and it happened to stop at Dahan.

Turn the flashlight, and then change the location, the shadow of the pointer stops on Lichun.

The experts were shocked: "How did this work? Is it also the sundial principle?"

"No, the position of the sun will change, this shadow is not accurate!"

Ning Fan turned on the flashlight again: "The wisdom of the ancients is still good. They made a measuring ruler according to the angle of the sun."

"What is that?" asked the expert.

"An instrument that the ancients researched based on the trajectories of the sun, moon and stars to measure the movement of heaven and earth, but it has been lost."

Ning Fan explained a few words and waved his hand.

"It's not important. What's important is that this Xingnong Pan can be used to calculate the solar terms according to the sunshine around noon after being calibrated by the Tianchi ruler."

The experts stared at Ning Fan's operation with their eyes wide open, and sighed for a while.

"Amazing! Then other things..."

"It's all the things of various schools handed down from the various schools of thought." Ning Fan said slowly.

Walk up and point at objects at random.

"This is the Mohist organ lock, the keepsake of the Mohist giant, this is the Shangyang wood, the legalist's keepsake, and this is the Fengshui fish ornament of the Yinyang family..."

After introducing one thing after another, everyone was completely dazzled and speechless for a long time.

It wasn't until they left the museum that someone came back to their senses, smacked their lips, and looked affectionate.

"If I had come to the First Museum 30 years earlier...no! 30 years! I would definitely not be what I am now!"

"Born at the wrong time, Master Ning born at the wrong time, my way is like a long night forever!"

"Master Ning, hug your thigh!"

Ning Fan was troubled when he heard it, and walked over, looking at the pages on their phone screens that they hadn't closed in time, shaking his head slightly.

The logo of Mouhu is clearly visible, keywords, how to praise others?

"Okay, it's too nasty, I know you want to come, come anytime, okay?"

"As expected of Master Ning, I love it."

The corner of Ning Fan's mouth twitched, without saying a word, he pointed to the last three pavilions: "Continue to look?"

"Go!"

Without mentioning rest, the experts slowly headed towards the Zhou Dynasty exhibition hall.

Along the way, whispers continued.

"I can figure out the number of exhibitions of Master Ning. There are definitely representative things of the Zhou Dynasty."

"There must be, but who knows what?"

Everyone shook their heads, and then continued to speculate on the possible items in the Zhou Dynasty exhibition hall.

From the chime bell guessing to the big tripod to the weapon oracle bone, all the cultural relics of the Zhou Dynasty that have been seen in history have been said all over again, but there is no answer.

Listening to their guesses, Ning Fan suddenly turned around: "There are still 50 meters left, and I will give a gift to the person who guesses it."

Stimulated by gifts, many experts became even more excited, and began to report the names of the bronze wares as well as the names of the dishes.

"Li Gui, Da Yu Ding, Guo Jizi Bai Pan, Jin Hou Su Chime Bells..."

Ning Fan's expression was complicated: "You want me to be sentenced to a few years, why don't you talk to me directly, so you don't have to bother."

Seeing that they were still puzzled, Ning Fan took two steps: "These things are collected by various museums, basically they are the treasures of town halls, how can I get them?"

Everyone smiled awkwardly: "I thought you could borrow it, Master Ning."

"Not these, continue."

With a distance of less than 30 meters left, the experts did not stop talking at all, and Ning Fan shook his head when they reported the names of cultural relics one by one.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Finish."

Ning Fan stopped, and saw the entrance of the Zhou Dynasty Pavilion in front of him.

The thick bronze pattern shocked everyone, and an expert stepped forward to touch it twice, with a look of horror on his face: "Is it really bronze?"

Looking at it again, he stood still and muttered to himself: "Pattern, this pattern...it seems...wrong!"

Others did not come forward and asked him what was going on.

After a long time, the expert who came forward swallowed his saliva: "This is a bronze vessel from the Zhou Dynasty."

"Aren't the Zhou Dynasty bronze wares, what else can there be?"

"We know that this is the Zhou Dynasty pavilion. What's special about your door?"

"speak?"

The corner of the speaker's mouth twitched, pointing at the door, and popped out two words: "Gate, cultural relic."

……

Needle dropping could be heard at the scene, and Ning Fan could even hear everyone's breathing clearly.

Shortness of breath, but still regular is the one who took Suxiao Jiuxin Pill.

Those who are short of breath but a little out of breath should prepare to take Suxiao Jiuxin Pills.

Those who can't hear breathing are completely dumbfounded.

There is also a heartbeat gone.

"Hurry up for artificial respiration!" Ning Fan looked at the crowd and shouted.

……

After a while, everyone returned to normal, waiting for Ning Fan to introduce the situation of the bronze door.

Wang Duoyu secretly patted Tang Qisheng on the shoulder: "You said, Master Ning won't steal the bronze gate of Changbai Mountain from the novel, right?"

Tang Qisheng glanced at him, but did not speak.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ban Liangjin looked displeased.

Wang Duoyu didn't dare to provoke Banliangjin, and looked away while laughing, pretending that humans and animals were harmless.

"This is the gate of the royal tombs of the Zhou Dynasty."

Tang Qisheng was stunned, and Wang Duoyu was also dumbfounded.

After a while, Wang Duoyu looked at Ban Liangjin with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Just now I really didn't know that was the gate of your house..."

"What are you talking about? Why is it just the gate of our house!" Banliang Jinliu's eyebrows were erected, and he laughed out of anger.

"I just learned the divination of King Wen, and I'm not a mausoleum guard of King Zhou. It has nothing to do with me."

"Then what's going on?"

"Ask Master Ning."

Ban Liangjin pointed at Ning Fan.

Wang Duoyu carefully recalled the content of the live broadcast at that time, and frowned: "Master Ning, why don't I remember seeing the tomb of King Zhou and this gate at that time?"

"How could the gate to block Yin and Yang be built so clearly?"

"The gate of hell?" Wang Duoyu's expression changed.

Ning Fan was about to explain, but he didn't hide it from them.

"This was discovered in the underground waterway during the rescue excavation of King Zhou's Mausoleum. After the excavation was completed, it was dug out by Huang Haoying and Jackdaw after the safety was confirmed. It is currently the only bronze ghost gate in the world."

"Then this thing...does it really have this effect?"

The faces of the experts were a little strange.

"of course not."

Ning Fan smiled and shook his head: "It's just an ancient understanding of life and death and yin and yang, and it doesn't have any real effect. I put it here just because I think this door is shocking enough, and no one would guess that it's a real cultural relic."

"really."

Everyone nodded.

"Even we were almost fooled."

"I want to say that this old technology can be used as a restorer in the Forbidden City. How could I never see it?"

Ning Fan didn't say much, and led them into the bronze door amidst the sound of teasing, and began to check the items in the Zhou Dynasty Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)