Chapter 1701

Chapter 1701

"Botou, what do you mean... Master Jiao Jiu?"

"How is that possible! He is a legend of the Southern School!"

I just heard the boss sigh and say: "Hey, Yunfeng, he is a legend, but we are not familiar with him. In the final analysis, we are still in the middle of the situation and don't know the situation, so we are taken advantage of."

"It seems now that Mr. Jiao only knew about the entrance to the tomb passage, and didn't know that Li Xian's jade coffin was hidden under the red coffin. I guess he must have gone down and searched carefully during that time, but he couldn't find it."

"So how should we deal with it now?"

He thought for a moment, frowned and immediately ordered: "Go and boil two pots of water to make tea. No one should sleep tonight. We have important work."

"Yunfeng, go to the copy shop now and type out all the inscriptions, photos, and inscriptions that were taken on the tomb on your mobile phone. Don't pull any of them. Since we can't find anyone to help, then we will Translate it yourself.”

"Do it by yourself? We don't understand, boss!"

He raised his head and frowned and said, "I bought the 97 edition of the Han-Xia dictionary a long time ago, just to be prepared for this day. Xixia is complicated and difficult to understand, but it has certain rules to follow. I will teach you how to find the correspondence in the dictionary later." Chinese characters.”

Tangut translation is a specialized subject in China and is extremely niche. Except for a few universities in the northwest, I believe that many students have no idea that there is such a thing as Tangut studies when they apply for admission.

What was the use of studying Xixia studies among young students at that time? What are the employment benefits like after graduation after studying for several years?

My answer is that it is of no use at all, and the salary is such that I can’t find a job at all.

I visited three copy shops in the county at night, and only one shop would copy cell phone photos directly onto white paper. The owner of the shop was a young man in his early twenties. He looked at the white papers copied one after another and asked doubtfully: " Is this a calligraphy or a painting? It looks like a ghost drawing a talisman."

I returned to the guest house at 10 pm. There were two large tables paired with two Chinese and Chinese dictionaries on the table. I explained the key points and we took turns reading them.

Talk about the head. If you don't know the pronunciation, you have to remember the radicals and count the signs. This is not easy to describe.

A Xixia character is composed of two or three parts. Count how many strokes there are, and then add them up with a computer. Then go to the dictionary to look up the corresponding Xixia character in the stroke interval. After you find it, carefully compare the radicals. If it is completely The same means that they are right. At this time, you only need to look at the Chinese characters marked on the side to understand what this Xixia character means.

It sounds simple, but when you actually do it, you will find it very difficult. I have a good foundation in Chinese and can count strokes, but Dou Sprout can’t even count strokes. He doesn’t even know what to pronounce some Chinese characters. Fish My brother never even went to school. As for Xiaoxuan, haha.

The four of us put together and looked through the dictionary for half an hour, and we just found one word!

"Sacrifice".

Sacrifice of sacrifice!

It was late at night, and a room in the guest house was brightly lit.

Dou Sprout looked up sleepily, then lay down again.

"Twenty-four strokes, thirty-four strokes..."

I was smoking with my left hand, pressing the calculator with my right hand, flipping through books, and looking at the calculator. Later, the calculator ran out of power, and a row of zeros appeared on the display. It made a continuous sound, which sounded like the sound of knocking wooden fish.

Accompanied by this sound, I couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the table.

"Businessman? Buddhist?"

"Who are you?"

There was darkness all around me, and a fat old monk wearing yellow clothes walked out of the darkness.

The old monk had kind eyes and a smile on his face and said, "Don't you know me, monk? We have met before. You even dropped blood on my head, monk."

"You...you are the monk in the vat!"

"Don't be afraid, lay people. The monk's name is Si Neng. He is the former national master of the Xia Kingdom. It is fate that you and I can meet each other in a dream today."