Goose Three Kingdoms

Chapter 618 The Law of the Ancestors
Near September, a fleet transferred from Hanoi arrived in Chang'an.

A group of hired workers consisting of scholars came to the dock to carry and load the goods and transport them to Cai's Academy.

In the school, Cai Zhaoji personally inspected it.

The wooden box was opened, Yuan Huan walked inside, and reached out to grab a piece of "dragon bone". The dust and dirt on it had been preliminarily cleaned in He Nei.

Therefore, at this moment, the so-called "bone text" can be clearly seen on each piece of dragon bone.

For Yuan Huan, who grew up in the State of Chen, studied in Ruying, and traveled around the counties in the Central Plains, this kind of thing was really not unfamiliar.

Even before the Yellow Turban Rebellion, there were still some collections in the house.

In this era of change when cultivating immortals requires archaeology and the development of the times also seems to require archaeology, oracle bone inscriptions quickly became known to the world.

During times of chaos, various parties dug up graves to obtain military supplies, and ancient books and the like often became fuel for the grave-digging soldiers to cook and keep warm.

There were also many failed grave-digging operations. It might be due to unprofessional soldiers, refugees, or disaster victims. Graves were dug up everywhere, and the unwanted dragon bones were exposed to the sun, wind and rain, and eaten by wild dogs.

Didn’t the great scholars and intellectuals before notice the carvings and words on the dragon bones?
Maybe I noticed it, but what’s the point?
The dispute over ancient and modern classics was barely integrated and concluded during the period of Lu Zhi, Cai Yong and Zheng Xuan.

What if we continue to study dragon bones and find something bad?
As Chang'an University prospered, various heretical theories emerged one after another.

Some up-and-coming people, in order to compete for the right to speak and to become the focus of public opinion, do not hesitate to put forward all kinds of explosive views.

There would be no emperor or court to suppress them, and these scholars would dare to say whatever they wanted. They would not need to go to jail or beheaded, and they just needed to avoid offending the Grand Marshal.

For example, a typical example is that for most scholars, how did people control floods in ancient times?
You cannot deny that floods were controlled in ancient times. If we investigate the truth or falsehood, if everything is true, then how were the floods controlled?
The scholars also knew that in ancient times there were tribal alliances, fishing, hunting, nomadism and farming going hand in hand, and the times were constantly evolving.

Judging from the iron smelting and mobilization mechanisms mastered by the Xiongnu and Qiang people today, they are certainly more powerful and efficient than those of the ancient tribes; but do the contemporary Hu tribes have the ability to control floods?

But for high-ranking scholars, the real meaning of archaeology is to cultivate immortality.

If there were means of cultivating immortals in ancient times, and humans and gods lived together, then whether it was flood control in ancient times or the rise of Da Sima today... there would be a reasonable explanation.

In ancient times, if there were tens of thousands of brave generals like Taishi Wengong, let alone controlling floods, even moving mountains would not be a difficult task.

Therefore, there are many people who firmly believe the rumor that Cao's army dug up the grave and dug out the sleeping Sima.

Until now, only archaeology can answer the questions of countless people.

Yuan Huan is no exception. It doesn’t matter whether he practices Taoism or not. The key is to resolve his doubts.

He held a piece of bone in each hand and tried to identify the shape of the characters by guessing and making assumptions based on the outline of the oracle bone script.

Cai Zhaoji came to him and saw Yuan Huan showing her: "Zhaoji, look, this should be a piece of divination bone text carved by a priest."

Cai Zhaoji tilted her head to observe and whispered, "The priests were in contact with ghosts and gods, and the bone inscriptions were mostly for divination and record keeping. My niece is afraid that the bone inscriptions are different from the Six Classics and will cause slander."

"Why wasn't there any slander in front of Dong Zhuo's army? Were Li Jue and Guo Si killed by slander?"

Yuan Huan laughed sarcastically, "The world is no longer the same as before. This Chang'an City is a beast pen kept by a great Sima. He has always disrespected Confucian scholars, but he knows some of the inside stories of ancient times. The opportunity is given to Cai Xue. If Cai Xue cannot clear the fog and restore the ancient true appearance, there will be someone to take over Cai Xue."

Cai Zhaoji remained silent. She didn't want to cause too many conflicts or troubles.

But the flying lantern with people on board had already taken off, and even Tai Shi Wengong jumped from a high altitude and landed smoothly with a parachute.

There were also steam engines. This kind of world made her feel confused and scared.

She also noticed that the university town was said to be a place of flourishing literary style, but heretical opinions were constantly emerging.

For example, Chen Qun was awarded the title of Guannei Hou, a title only given to craftsmen, for his "On Improved Seeds". He was also appointed as the director of an official museum, responsible for leading a group of scholars to study the improvement of grains, trees, and animal herds.

There were boxes of dragon bones all around, and Cai Zhaoji said, "Bone inscriptions are piled up like a mountain. How easy is it to pick out the immortal cultivation techniques from them?"

“No matter how difficult it is, we must give it a try.”

Yuan Huan squatted down, picked up a larger piece of bone, and stroked the indentations of the words on it, also with a complicated expression.

Did I really never question the bone text before?
And the imperial family and royal families in various places, have these people never studied bone inscriptions?
Apart from those puppet emperors, which emperor did not seek immortality and immortality? Now it seems that the imperial family must have studied bone writing; the State of Chen was located in the Central Plains and was one of the few vassal states that survived in the Central Plains during the Later Han Dynasty.

If King Chen Liu Chong had not been assassinated, the entire royal family of Chen would have been famous for its longevity.

The royal family of the Chen Dynasty studied dragon bones and bone inscriptions, and should have achieved certain results.

However, these achievements may have been destroyed with the fall of the State of Chen.

What Da Sima obtained here might be only the translation result of oracle bone inscriptions, while the original deciphers and data were destroyed.

As a result, the Grand Marshal was unable to translate and interpret other oracle bone inscriptions on his own. After initially gaining control of Guanzhong, he could not wait to plan the construction of Chang'an University and use precious military rations to support various scholars and young people.

Do not interfere, but guide the ideological changes within the university.

Only the real magic is worthy of the Grand Marshal's attention.

At this moment, even Yuan Huan began to believe some of Kong Rong's crazy assumptions when he was drunk, such as that when Emperor Xuanyuan invented the wheel, he also improved it and made a steam car like the one used by Sima.

There is also the story of riding a dragon to heaven. Let’s look at the story of Taishi Wengong flying into the sky. Aren’t there any similarities between the two?

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Especially the Liu family, also known as the Yulong family.

Perhaps just as Kong Rong imagined, in ancient times, the Dragon Masters were people who specialized in controlling flying lanterns?
Ancient information is fragmented, and it requires reasoning and imagination to connect them together.

There were some crazy words, which the drunk Kong Rong did not dare to say, but the hints were already very clear.

Huangdi flew up to heaven on a dragon... Could it be that the huge flying lantern crashed?
Then the tribe rebelled, and all those who mastered the flying lantern technology and steam engine technology were killed?
And from the beginning to the end, there was no such thing as magical skills. It was all because Da Sima mastered the lost technology of ancient times?
But what about peaches and plums?
Perhaps this is also an ancient technology that only Da Sima can master.

Yuan Huan's thoughts collided, and he felt that the dragon bone in his hand was heavy. He also had the same wavering and avoidant thoughts as Cai Zhaoji.

The door to ancient knowledge and technology is right in front of you, but it takes great courage to open it.

It is difficult to push open this door, and what he will find after pushing it open is not something he can control.

If it is discovered in the end that someone or some organization collected and destroyed the ancient knowledge, it would drive the Confucian scholars crazy.

The heavy footsteps startled Yuan Huan. He turned his head to look for the source of the sound and saw a man leaning forward on the floor of the corridor, striding towards him with his sleeves swinging.

He didn't even take off his boots, and the floor made a clattering sound when he stepped on them.

Raising his eyebrows and seeing that it was Kong Rong, Yuan Huan stood up as if nothing had happened, went out to greet him and bowed: "Why is Wen Ju not serving the government in Ganquan?"

"Under the shogunate's rule, the people live in peace and contentment. It makes no difference whether I am here or not."

Kong Rong raised his hand and pushed Yuan Huan away, then entered the living room and squatted in front of a box. He reached out and grabbed a handful of dragon bones to examine them: "So this is the dragon bone?"

"if not?"

Yuan Huan asked back, his tone heavy: "Most of them are ancient divinations, I am worried that they are not in accordance with etiquette."

“It is inevitable.”

Kong Rong was not surprised and said with a smile: "The Shang Dynasty worshipped ghosts and gods, loved blood sacrifices and cannibalism, and this is the virtue of Zhou Gong's education."

Yuan Huan also squatted down and whispered: "The sources of dragon bones vary from time to time. Aren't you afraid of digging up remarks that slander Zhou Li?"

"What the predecessors have recorded cannot be changed by you or me."

Kong Rong was heartless. He carefully examined the dragon bone in his hand, stared at it for a moment, and smiled: "How can we be bound by the laws of our ancestors? The world does not change. You and I should follow the customs of our ancestors, polishing dragon bones to carve words all day long. Live by the water and grass, wrap ourselves in animal skins, and fish and hunt."

Looking back at Yuan Huan, Kong Rong stopped smiling and looked serious, with anger in his eyes: "When the court executed my brother, he died for righteousness, so why didn't Confucius protect him?"

Yuan Huan was speechless, and Cai Zhaoji next to him pretended not to hear.

(End of this chapter)