Collection of Gods

Chapter 409 Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips

"What's this……"

"silt?"

Tang Yuan wore a protective mask and stood in front of the bronze tripod. Under the light, he could clearly see the conditions inside the bronze tripod.

There are many things that look like patent leather and look like mud, soaked in water, and they look no different from the mud after rain.

Such a scene was really hard for Tang Yuan to accept.

You must know that his hope of completing the five-star mission was all pinned on this bronze tripod. However, after he went through a lot of trouble, he found that it was just a pool of mud.

Could sludge be an item required for a five-star mission?

Could mud have anything to do with Taoism?

The answer is definitely no.

The most important thing is that the original clues have been broken, and there are no new clues, which makes Tang Yuan a little confused now about how to proceed with this five-star mission.

Tang Yuan's expression changed one after another. No matter how good he was at cultivating qi, his expression still inevitably turned gloomy.

Dong Wenhui noticed the change in Tang Yuan's expression. He could understand Tang Yuan's mood very well. The other party spent millions to hire their team of national museum experts to go to the United States, but the bronze tripod turned out to be full of mud. It would be difficult for anyone to look good. , this has nothing to do with money, it is purely caused by too much emotional cost in the early investment.

"Director Tang, don't be discouraged yet."

"There might be something else in this mud."

"Lean back. After we pour out all the contents of the bronze cauldron, there will probably be a surprise."

Dong Wenhui patted Tang Yuan on the shoulder and comforted Tang Yuan.

"Excuse me, Director Dong."

Tang Yuan nodded slightly. Although he knew that this possibility was not too great, he could only treat a dead horse as a live doctor. At least there was still hope.

When Dong Wenhui saw Tang Yuan agree, he immediately turned around, called all the other experts over, and then organized people to start removing the mud from the bronze tripod.

Soon, all the sludge and the sewage in the bronze tripod were dumped into the special container carried by the expert team.

Many experts, wearing white research coats, plastic gloves, protective masks and goggles, squatted in front of special containers with tools and began to process the sludge sealed in the bronze tripod for more than 2,500 years.

Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui stood not far away. Neither of them spoke, they just watched everyone working quietly.

Time passed by, and the scene was extremely quiet. Even the maid and others waiting nearby felt a silent pressure.

About two hours later, Zhou Huahai was the first to stand up. He took off his goggles and protective mask. With a slightly tired look on his face, he slowly walked in front of Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui, and then gently shook his head.

"Tang Dong, more than 2,500 years ago, there was indeed something inside this bronze tripod. Later, for unknown reasons, water entered the bronze tripod, which caused the items stored in the bronze tripod to deteriorate. Just now We searched carefully for a long time, but really found nothing. This is really just beach mud."

Zhou Huahai glanced at Dong Wenhui and then said to Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan had already expected such a result, but now when he heard Zhou Huahai say this, he still felt a little disappointed: "Mr. Zhou, thank you for your hard work. I am lucky to have gained it, but I have lost my life. If it were not for me, it would be nothing."

"Tang Dong, being able to collect a bronze tripod from the Spring and Autumn Period is already beyond the reach of many collectors. Even our National Museum, if we want to be able to produce a bronze that surpasses this bronze tripod, it may be the Simuwu It’s a tripod.”

Zhou Huahai could feel Tang Yuan's mood was a little low. He sighed softly and comforted Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan nodded slightly and forced a smile on his face.

Zhou Huahai stood up and left first, and other national experts also stood up one after another. Everyone walked up to Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui and shook their heads gently, saying that they had learned nothing. In the end, Zheng Daoquan was the only one left at the scene, still squatting there and working silently.

Seeing this, just when Dong Wenhui was about to wake Zheng Daoquan up, Zheng Daoquan suddenly stood up on his own, looking particularly excited: "I know, I know!"

Zheng Daoquan was so surprised that everyone at the scene was stunned.

"Old Zheng, what do you know?"

Dong Wenhui looked at Zheng Daoquan who was full of excitement. He was a little confused and had no idea what was going on with Zheng Daoquan.

"This isn't sludge!"

"This is a bamboo slip!"

"This is a bamboo slip that has existed for more than 2,500 years!"

"As long as we can successfully restore it, this will be the oldest existing bamboo slip written record in China!"

Zheng Daoquan held a small tweezer in his hand, with a piece of silk-like mud clamped on it. Faced with Dong Wenhui's inquiry, he responded emotionally and repeatedly.

"Bamboo slips? Are these silt bamboo slips?!"

"Hey, after Brother Zheng said this, it seems that it is very likely to be a bamboo slip!"

“It’s incredible that the bamboo slips from the Spring and Autumn Period have been preserved in this way!”

"It can be dry for thousands of years, wet for ten thousand years, and only half a year if it is not dry or wet. In the humid environment inside the tripod, it is really possible for these bamboo slips to survive to this day!"

……

As Zheng Daoquan's words fell, many experts who had been deeply tired immediately became energetic and quickly gathered around Zheng Daoquan again. Several people even put on their protective masks and goggles again and came to the special hospital again. He squatted down next to the container.

As for Tang Yuan, who was next to Dong Wenhui, he finally understood what it means to have a bright future in another village. His heart was like riding a roller coaster. Now his whole heart was pounding, making him feel a little dry.

"Mr. Zheng, these bamboo slips are like this, can they be restored?"

Tang Yuan asked Tang Yuan quickly.

"OK."

Zheng Daoquan nodded heavily and gave Tang Yuan a very positive answer: "Dr. Tang, do you know about the tomb of Marquis Haihun that was excavated in 2015?"

"I'm not sure, what's wrong?"

Tang Yuan shook his head and answered truthfully.

"The biggest gain from the 2015 excavation of Haihunhou's tomb was the discovery of more than 5000 bamboo slips. When they found these bamboo slips, they were in a similar situation to what we just found. They looked like mud. The archaeologists almost treated these bamboo slips as mud and cleared them away."

"Fortunately, the archaeological team leader of the Haihunhou Tomb was more thoughtful and preserved the silt. It was not until they invited Wu Shunqing, an international top expert who protects unearthed water-saturated cultural relics at the Jingzhou Cultural Preservation Center in Beihu Province, that they finally determined what looked like The unknown objects in the mud are bamboo slips from the Han Dynasty that are thousands of years old."

"Today, these Han Dynasty bamboo slips are stored in the Jingzhou Cultural Preservation Center in Beihu Province. Most of the Han Dynasty bamboo slips have been successfully restored, and the preservation of the bamboo slips in front of us is far better than the Han Dynasty bamboo slips unearthed from the tomb of Haihunhou, so those Han Dynasty bamboo slips Bamboo slips can be repaired successfully, so what’s wrong with our bamboo slips?”

At the end, Zheng Daoquan's voice was sonorous and powerful.

(End of this chapter)