World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 328
Zong Piao shook his head and said, "Xiao Su, please give me a cigarette."

I:"……"

It's not that I'm stingy.

The point is that I am afraid that he will die in the past.

The boss obviously saw what I was thinking, and said, "Don't worry, I just had an injection, and I won't die for the time being."

From what I can see, his current state seems to be much better than before after two doses of medicine.

He went over and handed him a cigarette.

The hand holding the head of the chief scoop seemed to have strength. After taking the cigarette, he asked me to light it and put it in his mouth to smoke.

He looked extremely solemn, with deep eyes, staring at the wall opposite the bed, as if he was struggling to recall a past event in his heart.

After a cigarette.

No coughing.

Next.

The old Jianghu told me an extremely shocking and bloody story.

30 years ago.

There is a middle-aged man in his 40s named Fang Weiliang.

Fang Weiliang studied field archeology when he was young, and was extremely obsessed with antiques. It can be said that he knows all four things.

At that time, antiques were considered a feudal legacy, and many folk treasures were destroyed.

Seeing this scene, Fang Weiliang was extremely distressed. He invited one of his hard-core buddies to go to various places to shovel land and secretly collect these treasures that were about to be destroyed.

At that time, shoveling land was a speculative act, which was a crime and had to be done secretly.

The two of them were bold enough to forge an official letter, saying that it was sent by the government to collect ancient objects for analysis and critical theoretical research on feudal superstition.People at that time were relatively simple. With this official letter and their ability to speak well, the two of them were almost invincible and collected a lot of treasures in the countryside.

In Bao City, Shaanxi Province, they came to a farmhouse to spend the night.

unintentionally.

Fang Weiliang found an iron box under the farmhouse wall stickers, and inside the box was an incomplete bamboo slip book.

The bamboo slips and books are incomplete.

The text above is extremely strange.

But Fang Weiliang, who majored in field archeology, recognized the words on the bamboo slips at once: ancient water script.

Shui Shu is a mysterious hieroglyphic script of the Xia Dynasty, which is considered to be a heavenly book.

Because except for the rare "Mr. Shuishu" (also called Mr. Ghost Master) of the Shui nationality in the southwest who can read it, almost no one can understand it.

Coincidentally.

Fang Weiliang visited a 90-year-old Mr. Shui Shu many years ago, and knew a few characters of Shui Shu.

When his eyes scanned the title of the bamboo slips, his whole body was struck by lightning.

Those words are: "Lianshanyi".

Some readers may not know what "Lian Shan Yi" is and its specific status.

The "Lianshan Yi" in the Xia Dynasty, the "Guizang Yi" in the Shang Dynasty, and the "Zhouyi" in the Zhou Dynasty are collectively called the Three Changes of the Kingdom.

Both "Lianshan Yi" and "Guizang Yi" have been lost.

There is only one "Book of Changes" left, which has carried the world for thousands of years!
Fang Weiliang looked at the bamboo slips carefully. Although the bamboo slips have been incomplete with the passage of time, it is estimated that it is less than one-third of the whole book, but after judgment, it is indeed a hand-copied version of the bamboo slips by a man named "Hantan Old Man" in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. The water book "Lianshan Yi".

The original copy comes from a man named Huan Tan in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The Eastern Han Dynasty was the last era when "Lian Shan Yi" disappeared.

Huan Tan was a native of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and he was also the first person to propose the hiding place of "Lian Shan Yi".

Comprehensive evidence of various information.

This is an ancient book copied from the Northern and Southern Dynasties!
Well known.

During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, due to the widespread use of paper, it gradually replaced bamboo and silk to write books.

But it is precisely because of this Hantan old man in the Southern and Northern Dynasties that he was still using bamboo slips to copy books, so that the water book "Lian Shan Yi" has passed through the years and has been handed down to this day. If he used paper to copy like everyone else, he might have been reduced to ashes .

Strange books through the ages, mysterious water scripts, and bamboo slips from the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

Once this thing comes out, it will cause a sensation in the entire cultural world and even affect history!Fang Weiliang couldn't sit still.

When sleeping at night.

He told his hard-core brothers about the situation.

After hearing this, the hardcore brothers were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

They swore that they would definitely take this incomplete "Lian Shan Yi" away.

The next day.

They began to ask the farmer about the source of the bamboo slips.

The farmer’s words made them dumbfounded: “My great-grandfather was a Jinshi in the former Qing Dynasty, and he left this bamboo slip book. As for where my great-grandfather got it, I don’t know. But my great-grandfather left behind before his death. There is a saying, "Destroying books and selling them is like digging up ancestral graves, and if you protect the slips, you will be your descendants." I know you want this bamboo slip book, but unless our whole family is dead, don't think about it!"

After speaking.

The farm owner was very angry and immediately drove the two of them out of the house.

Fang Weiliang was extremely frustrated.

A rare treasure is dusted among the people.

If it is not protected, it is estimated that it will be completely destroyed within a few generations.

This is more uncomfortable than cutting out a heart with a sharp knife.

The hardcore brother said: "Don't worry, you don't need to play tricks to deal with this kind of stubborn peasant. There is a simple way to win this book!"

Fang Weiliang asked him what to do.

The hardcore brothers kept silent.

Stay until the third day.

The hard-core brothers suddenly bought more than a dozen white-faced steamed buns and coated them with a layer of medicine.

Seeing this, Fang Weiliang was shocked and asked him what he wanted to do.

The iron brothers said: "There are two rural couples, the eldest son is thirteen or fourteen years old, and the youngest son is ten years old. They are both growing up. But their family is so poor that they eat sweet potato dregs all day long."

"In the past two days, I have deliberately dressed up as a ginseng digger who went up the mountain, and asked the eldest son of the farmer to help me. Today, as a thank you, I will give the medicine bun to his eldest son, and he will take it home. The whole family After eating this medicinal steamed bun, we can seize the book!"

Fang Weiliang said anxiously: "You want to kill someone?!"

The iron brother snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a coma. When they wake up, we have already taken the book and fled. If you want a treasure, you can't use ordinary methods!"

This matter is tantamount to drugging.

Very nasty.

However, Fang Weiliang considered the importance of the bamboo slips and books, and felt that if he only made the peasant family unconscious, he could do it.

The day.

The hardcore brothers went out with a bag of white flour buns.

At night.

The two sneaked into the farmhouse in the dark.

Go in and have a look.

The owner of the farm, the wife of the farm, and the eldest son of the farm all fell to the ground, unconscious.

There were a few unfinished white flour buns scattered on the ground.

But the ten-year-old son did not know where he was at the moment.

The two of them couldn't care less.

Immediately entered the room.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the bamboo slip book "Lian Shan Yi" that had been hidden by the vigilant farmer in the hidden compartment under the bed.

Just when the two came out to leave.

The farmer didn't know why he woke up suddenly.

Holding a shining hatchet in his hand, he blocked the door of the house like an iron tower, and was staring at them with weeping eyes.

(End of this chapter)