Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 17 You can take it away (please recommend and collect)

Professor Zhou knew that this stubborn old man would not be easily persuaded, so he immediately changed his aggressive method.

"That's why I asked you to watch it! Isn't it the motto of your archaeological circle to go to the false and preserve the true? Let me tell you, there are thousands of viewers in that guy's live broadcast room, and you have the heart to let him be fooled like this?"

When Professor Yu heard this, he put his hands on his hips.

"That won't work. The most important thing in archaeology is rigor. Don't be sloppy, let alone be misled by these half-knowledgeable guys. Lao Zhou, tell me where is this live broadcast? I'll expose his ugly face!"

"Or else, you have to be Lao Yu, I'll send it right away."

Professor Zhou hung up the phone with a smile, and pushed Lin Yi's live broadcast room to Professor Yu's secretary.

Lin Yi is currently identifying the words on the ruined stele word by word.

"Anchor, can you really understand the words on it? The twists and turns in this song are even more outrageous than what I wrote when I took a nap in class."

"Even if he deceived us clearly, we can only listen. Could it be that any of you can tell where he made a mistake?"

"Where is the buddy who studied archeology just now? Come out and take a few steps to see if the anchor is making us up."

With such a good opportunity, Chen Ping wanted to show off like that senior from the University of Earth Sciences.

After all, so many students are watching.

But his ability is limited. He can only say that he has seen the ancient script of the Western Regions, such as Luwen, which is unpopular and niche.

He could tell at a glance that it was written in Luwen, but as for the content, he really didn't recognize any of it.

"Thanks to everyone's love, the Kanlu language is a group of characters in the ancient Western Regions. It originated in the Ashoka era of the Mauryan Dynasty. It was first spread in Central Asia. In the second century AD, that is, our Han Dynasty, the Kanlu language was spread to the Western Regions. .However, by the fifth century AD, this kind of writing has become an unpopular writing, or even a dead writing.”

"What are dead words?"

"To put it simply, it is a completely unused text."

"Don't talk nonsense, bro, just tell me whether you know him or not."

Chen Ping looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and typed out the word "no" rather helplessly.

"That's over, we've all been manipulated by the anchor."

"I don't even know anyone who majors in archaeology. The anchor and this idea are very clear. He must have made it up himself."

"Just make it up, aren't we just watching the live broadcast for fun? Why, there are still people watching the live broadcast with the attitude of learning history in the Douyin live broadcast room?"

"No way, no way, did anyone really come to the studio to learn history? Does your family know that you work so hard?"

Everything was posted in the live broadcast room, and Lin Yi was also interpreting it while communicating with the water friends in the live broadcast room.

These strange-looking Kalu characters really couldn't help him at all in front of the "Comparative Dictionary of Ancient Characters" rewarded by the system.

Anyway, no one knows this live broadcast room, so what if it's real or fake?

"Actually, there is nothing mysterious about this Shinto stele, it is just a brief introduction of the deceased's life, which is equivalent to an epitaph.

You see, let me read these words together for everyone, "Jun Taboo Zheng, the word Zhenyan, Chenliu Pingqiu people are also", these are all vernacular, so I don't need to translate them.

The following long list is an introduction to their He family, starting from their ancestors and going all the way back to the Zhou Dynasty."

No one in the live broadcast room took it seriously, they just listened to it for fun anyway.

Chen Ping took advantage of this time to record all the translations of Lu Wen and Lin Yi.

Only Wang Qiang is most concerned about who owns this thing.

"Brothers, do you know how to do it? Let's just say, can this thing be exchanged for a Mercedes-Benz G with Panjiayuan?"

"Fat brother, you definitely can't take this thing with you, but you can take it away."

"Take it away?" Wang Qiang asked puzzled.

"Well, cut off your head and take it away."

"What are you thinking about, fat brother? These are cultural relics, and there are characters. Didn't you read what the archaeologist said just now? It's priceless. If you want to take it away, you have to trade it for your head."

When Wang Qiang saw it, he was so angry that he became incoherent.

"No, old ones, let's speak with conscience! I discovered this thing first, right?
I didn't steal it, I didn't rob it, I didn't steal it, and I didn't dig it out from the ground.It's left here, I saw it and picked it up, why isn't it mine? "

"Well, Fat Brother's words seem to make sense at first glance. When the time comes, you will tell him this when he is pushed to the confession chair."

"It's still the fat brother who is thoughtful and even prepared the confession. This is too much punishment!"

"As long as this thing is sold by you, it will take more than three years and less than ten years. Things from the Han Dynasty are generally punished with the highest penalty, not to mention that this thing has special archaeological value."

Wang Qiang was so angry when he saw the barrage rolling in the live broadcast room that he walked over to Lin Yi and pushed him.

"Hey, I don't believe it yet, Lao Lin, Lao Lin, don't fucking read it, just say, can we take this thing away?"

Lin Yi seemed to be completely cut off from the outside world at the moment, unable to listen to a single word Wang Qiang said.

His eyes stared straight at the words on the remnant stele, and he muttered to himself.

"Young man, keep reading, why don't you read it?"

A strange barrage drifted past.

Chen Ping was recording the translation in his notebook and looked up.

It doesn't matter, I almost can't even hold the pen in my hand.

The name of the ID that flashed by just now is: Yu Siyuan.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

There is an expert in the study of ancient characters in China, who also has this name.

He is a real master in this area. Several professional books he wrote 20 years ago are still used as teaching materials for archeology.

In the archaeological circles across the country, he is definitely a figure at the level of Taishan Beidou.

To them, archeology students, he was like a god-like figure.

At the entrance ceremony, Chen Ping was fortunate to hear the speeches of these giants in the industry.

It is said that the old professor is rigorous in his studies, upright and old-fashioned, so far he does not use mobile phones, and has maintained the habit of correspondence with his family.

How could such a person appear in the live broadcast room?

Too outrageous, right?

However, Chen Ping thought again, Academician Zhou had already appeared in the live broadcast room in the morning, and now Professor Yu appeared again, it didn't seem so outrageous.

"Excuse me, @余思远, are you an expert in the study of ancient characters in my country, Professor Yu Siyuan himself?"

After a while, the ID replied:
"I'm Yu Siyuan, does anyone here know me?"

Chen Ping couldn't believe his eyes at the time, but he was afraid that someone was playing a prank, so he quickly added:
"I am a student of Teacher Liu Junning. After all, I may have to call you Master."

"Oh, it's Xiao Ning's student, no wonder. I don't know how to type, and my secretary dictated it for me. Can you help me to ask this anchor guy, who did he learn this Lu Wen from?"

When Chen Ping saw this barrage, he was so excited that he couldn't be more excited, so he immediately added:
"Do you think he translated it correctly?"

"Yes, every word is correct."

(End of this chapter)