Professor Zhou knew that this old stubborn man could not be easily persuaded, so he immediately changed his provocation method.
"That's why I came to see you! Isn't it the motto of your archaeological community to eliminate the false and preserve the true? Let me tell you, there are thousands of viewers in that young man's live broadcast room, how can you bear to let him fool around like this?"
Upon hearing this, Professor Yu put his hands on his hips.
"That won't work. The most important thing about archeology is rigor. You must not be careless, let alone be misled by these ignorant guys. Old Zhou, tell me where this live broadcast is? I will expose his ugly face!"
"If you don't tell me, you have to be Lao Yu, so I'll send it right away."
Professor Zhou smiled and hung up the phone, pushing Lin Yi's live broadcast room to Professor Yu's secretary.
Lin Yi was currently identifying the words on this broken monument word by word.
"Anchor, can you really understand the words on this? The twists and turns in this song are even more outrageous than what I wrote while taking a nap in class."
"Even if he clearly deceives us, we can only listen. Is it possible that any of you can tell where he went wrong?"
"Where's that buddy who was studying archeology just now? Come out and take a few steps to see if the anchor is making up for us."
With such a good opportunity, Chen Ping wanted to show off like the senior from Earth University.
After all, so many classmates 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.
"Thank you for your support, the Khalo script was a type of writing in the Western Regions in ancient times. It originated from the Asoka era of the Maurya Dynasty and was first spread in Central Asia. In the second century AD, which is our Han Dynasty, the Khalo script spread to the Western Regions. . However, by the fifth century AD, this kind of writing had become an unpopular writing, 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 the word "no" with some helplessness.
"Then it'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, do you really come to the live broadcast room to learn history? Do your family members know that you work so hard?"
There was everything posted in the live broadcast room, and Lin Yi was interpreting it while communicating with the water friends in the live broadcast room.
These strange-looking Luwen scripts were really not a problem for him in the face of the "Ancient Script Comparative Dictionary" that was 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 tablet. It is just a brief introduction to the deceased's life, which is equivalent to an epitaph.
You see, let me put these words together and read them to you, "The king's taboo is upright, his word is Zhenyan, Chen Liu is from Pingqiu." These are all plain words, so I don't need to translate them.
The long list that follows 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 this thing belongs to.
"Brothers, do you know anything about this? Let's just say, can I exchange this thing for a Mercedes-Benz G when I get it from Panjiayuan?"
"Fat brother, you definitely can't take this thing with you, but you can take it away."
"Take it away?" Wang Qiang asked puzzledly.
"Yeah, let me cut off your head and take it away."
"What are you thinking about? Fat brother, these are cultural relics and texts. Didn't you read what the archeology guy said just now? They are priceless. If you want to take them away, you have to trade them with your head."
When Wang Qiang saw it, he was so angry that he became incoherent.
"No, elders, please speak with your conscience! I discovered this thing first, right?
I didn’t steal, rob, or steal, and I didn’t dig it out from the ground. It was just left there. I saw it and picked it up. Why is it not considered 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."
"Fat brother was so thoughtful that he even prepared a confession. This is too much punishment!"
"As long as this thing is sold by you, for more than three years and less than ten years, things from the Han Dynasty will generally be 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, Old Lin, Old Lin, stop fucking reading it, just ask, can we take this thing away?"
Lin Yi seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world at the moment, unable to listen to a single word Wang Qiang said.
He stared straight at the words on the remains of the monument and murmured to himself.
"Young man, keep reading. Why don't you stop reading?"
An unfamiliar barrage floated by.
Chen Ping was recording the translation in his notebook and looked up.
It doesn't matter if I look at it, I almost can't even hold the pen in my hand.
The ID name that flashed past just now was: Yu Siyuan.
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
There is an expert on ancient writing in China who also has this name.
He is a real master in this field. Several professional books he wrote twenty years ago are still used as teaching materials for archeology.
In the national archaeological community, he is definitely a figure on the level of Taishan and Beidou.
To them, archeology students, he was like a god-like figure.
Chen Ping had the honor to listen to the speeches of these industry giants at the entrance ceremony.
It is said that the old professor is rigorous in his studies, upright and old-fashioned. He still does not use mobile phones and still maintains the habit of exchanging letters with his family.
How could such a person appear in the live broadcast room?
Isn’t that too outrageous?
However, Chen Ping then thought again. Academician Zhou had already appeared in the live broadcast room in the morning, and now that Professor Yu appeared again, it didn't seem so outrageous.
“Excuse me, @宇思元, are you Professor Yu Siyuan himself, an expert on ancient Chinese characters?”
After a while, the ID replied:
"I'm Yu Siyuan, does anyone here know me?"
Chen Ping couldn't believe his eyes at that 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, he's Xiao Ning's student, no wonder. I can't type, so my secretary typed it for me. Can you help me ask this anchor guy, who did he learn this rhyme from?"
When Chen Ping saw this barrage, he was extremely excited and immediately added:
"Do you think his translation is correct?"
"Yes, every word is correct."
