I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 22 Plain gauze garment ([-])

"What are you looking at me for?" Fan Yu also sensed He Si's doubts and spread his hands, "The clothes are gone and I am stupid. What to do next? Of course I have to ask Uncle Qin to arrange it."

"Plain gauze robe."

"what?"

"Plain gauze robe."

"Wha...what? You can see that he is indeed Uncle Qin." Fan Yu reacted and his face lit up with joy. But as soon as he finished the compliment, he frowned in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? Uncle Qin, Hunan The one in Mawangdui, Changsha? That is a plain gauze garment, a unique national treasure. How could it appear here?"

"Let's go, go out and talk."

"Who are you, who are you?"

Song Ya was still asking questions, but the man who had just started a killing spree walked away. When he passed by Song Ya who was kneeling on the ground, he seemed to be just passing by a skeleton. He didn't even bother to look at her, so he naturally didn't answer.

Who are you? Who are you? This is also the question that lingers in He Si's heart.She looked at the lonely back of the man who was always hiding in the illusion, and heard his lonely footsteps filling the space and time in the auditorium, and felt pity in her heart.For some reason, he suddenly stepped forward and called him.

"Wait, I'll go with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw snow-white gardenias growing wantonly from the cracks in the wall. Carrying the humid moisture of the rainy season, they climbed up the walls and emerged from all possible places. They were vigorous and full of vitality.

"What did I do wrong? I just want to be more beautiful and perfect!"

The snow-white gardenias quickly wither and turn yellow, and their original fragrance exudes a dying sweetness.

"You're not wrong, I want this too, but all this shouldn't be based on harm." He Si shook her head slightly.

"Hurt?" Song Ya's voice revealed confusion, "Before this, I have never hurt anyone. If you hadn't wanted to take my clothes..."

"Even if it means hurting yourself." He Si cut her off.

Hurt myself...

Song Ya was speechless. She had never thought of such an answer and looked at He Si in shock.

Two gardenias were also entangled in her body at this moment, spreading from the straight toes to the curved back, climbing up the fragile neck, and finally protruding and blooming from her empty eye sockets.He Si quickly squatted down, held her breath to calm the fear in her heart, and at the same time supported her body that was about to collapse.

"Like Gao Lan and Yuan Yuan, she is also a victim." Like the time she defended the little monkey, He Si raised her face and said firmly to the unknown man.

"I know." As if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, the man added for the first time, "The thing is no longer in her hands. If her life is saved, this dream will collapse."

The fragrance coming from the nose became stronger, and the walls of the auditorium were finally overwhelmed. Pieces peeled off under the invasion of plants, and the roof collapsed and was crumbling.He Si saw that the world around her was shattered for a moment, and the back figure gradually blurred in the shaking world, redefining it into a look familiar to He Si.

Qin Jian...Lao Chaofeng...

He Si managed to stand up in the dizziness and found that they had arrived at the real auditorium, or they had been in the real auditorium all along.

"Song Ya!"

On the stage, a slender body wrapped in a red dress lay prone, with pale skin and weak breath, but luckily she was still alive.

"Uncle Qin, what should I do?"

"You take her to the hospital first."

"Hey." Fan Yu was ordered, and without any further hesitation, he picked up the weak girl and put it on his shoulders, and dialed the phone with one hand.

Seeing this, He Si felt a little relieved. Listening to Fan Yu's footsteps walking away, she asked, "Are we... going to find that plain gauze jacket?" "It's a replica."

"Imitation? How do you know? Because the national treasure is in the museum, this one can only be an imitation?"

He Si was filled with questions and couldn't find an outlet. After asking questions like a barrage, she felt that her questions were particularly stupid.

Fortunately, Qin Jian didn't mind. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked: "A girl's beauty has many aspects. Skin like cream is beautiful, red lips are beautiful, white teeth are beautiful, eyebrows are clear and eyes are beautiful, jade face is beautiful, peach blossoms are beautiful, but do you still remember Is that girl always obsessed with something?"

"Slim?" He Si paused. Qin Jian's question coincided with her own, "She seems to have been emphasizing on becoming thinner."

Qin Jian nodded with satisfaction, looking like a teachable child.

"But, based on this alone, why do imitations of plain gauze clothes make human figures stand apart and their flesh and blood melt?"

"Do you know about plain gauze clothes?"

He Si nodded, shook her head and said: "I know, it is the earliest, most complete, and lightest piece of clothing in existence. It is as thin as cicada wings and as light as smoke. It only weighs 48 grams, but it is only I’ve only heard of the name, but as for imitations, I’ve never heard of them.”

“You can imagine the sensation caused by such a piece of clothing after being unearthed. However, due to changes in environmental factors such as air moisture, clothing fibers will inevitably wear and tear. Therefore, whether it is for the purpose of cultural relic protection or the inheritance of culture and skills, Su Imitations of gauze clothes have become very necessary."

"So?" He Si was still confused.

"However, researchers have encountered bottlenecks during the imitation process and have been unable to succeed."

"Why, is that silk weaving craft lost?"

"No," Qin Jian shook his head, "Whether it is production level, weaving skills or research capabilities, the Yun Brocade Research Institute at that time had reached the required level, but the weight of the imitation gauze garments always exceeded the standard."

"Is it because of... silkworms?"

A cold current ran down He Si's back, and she seemed to see the truth of the matter through the little bugs on the corpses, but Qin Jian smiled, with a cunning and successful light on his always serious face.

It actually looks a bit like...

Before He Si had time to think, Qin Jian's deep voice came again: "Yes, it's because of silkworms. Silkworms in the Han Dynasty were not as big and strong as silkworms after modern breeding, and the silk produced by their thin bodies was naturally smaller than silkworms. Nowadays, the clothes are thinner and lighter, so even if the same reeling and weaving techniques are used, the weight and texture of the copied clothes will always be wrong due to different raw materials.”

The scenes of her two attacks flashed through He Si's mind again. Just now, all her attention had been entangled in that dreamlike piece of clothing. Now she thought about the weapons controlled by Yuan Yuan and Song Ya. They were all sharpened iron. As expected, the key to the problem lies in the silk thread, which is like mud.

"Researchers domesticated silkworms in reverse." Qin Jian added, as if he saw the scenes flashing through He Si's mind.

"Ah," He Si whispered, and all the fragments were connected into a complete story chain in front of her eyes, "It's those silkworms that were reversely domesticated more than 2000 years ago and became thin and thin, so that they could spit out meat suitable for making. The thin silk of gauze clothes!"

"You finally noticed."

"So it's the silkworm's obsession that gives that piece of clothing the ability to make people slimmer."

"It's not completely accurate," Qin Jian reminded. "At the beginning, the slimming effect will be quickly shown, but as time goes by, the flesh and blood will probably disappear like the victims these few times."

"This situation..." He Si didn't know how to express the feeling of disobedience in her heart. Originally, she thought that the so-called animism in all things was just a little aura or evil spirit attached to ancient objects like a little monkey, bringing surprises to people. But it won't really hurt people's lives.But now it seems that this thing smells bloody and evil from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, something as tough and dense as silk instantly wrapped around He Si's heart.

　The point used in this setting is the imitation technology of plain yarn jackets. In fact, there is a lot worth writing about plain yarn jackets. For example, plain yarn jackets were once stolen, and 31 pieces of Mawangdui Han clothes were stolen together. A national treasure-level cultural relic in the tomb, and the thief was a 17-year-old boy. This directly led to the complete destruction of a plain gauze jacket and the beginning of a long road to re-engraving it.

　　Friends who are interested can go search it out, it is quite thrilling.

　　
　
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