Yang Fan didn't talk nonsense to him, and directly laid the first volume of the bamboo slips of "Lianshan" flat on the table, with four carbide lamps placed on the four corners of the table. It shines like the day.
Just use your phone to take a photo of the first roll.
Yang Fan counted, there were about twenty crosses on a bamboo slip. A bundle of bamboo slips is a roll. There are about fifty of them. It looks like more than a thousand words.
The manager quickly received the picture, took a look at it, and felt his heart skip a beat. Quickly close your eyes and collect your emotions.
He had long thought that Yang Fan was an unusual kid, but he didn't expect that he could get such a thing.
Let’s not talk about the content. At first glance, we can tell that this is no ordinary bamboo slip.
He studies this professionally, and the classification of bamboo slips in the industry is roughly divided into two categories based on a point in time.
This time point is related to Qu Yuan. In the early bamboo slips, the characters were carved with a knife on the green side of the bamboo. In the later period, the characters were written with pen and ink on the yellow-white inner surface of the bamboo.
Before Xiong Zhengze, Dr. Qu Yuan of Chu State, invented pen and ink. Zhou people used awls to write on the green surface of bamboo.
Use a cone to say "tattoo".
Use the knife to say "kill the green"
This way of writing is easier than writing on the bamboo yellow surface with pen and ink. But the problem with "green-faced bamboo slips" is that they are not easy to preserve for a long time. Easily worn during use.
The bamboo slips sent by Yang Fan are all characters carved with a knife on the green side of the bamboo. This is a characteristic of the bamboo slips of the Western Zhou Dynasty.
This in itself is extremely rare, and there are very few existing spring and autumn bamboo slips. Not to mention the bamboo slips of the Western Zhou Dynasty, or even earlier bamboo slips.
And the simplified books have a unified format. The simplified script format is divided into large bamboo slips and small bamboo slips. That is, three-dimensional bamboo slips and two-dimensional bamboo slips.
If you want to write more than 30 characters in a simple bamboo slip, you must use large bamboo slips. For those who write more than twenty characters in a brief, use Xiaojian.
Yang Fan's bundle of bamboo slips is a standard two-latitude Western Zhou slip. In other words, this bamboo slip must be earlier than the year Qu Yuan was born, which was 305 BC.
Mr. Guan carefully enlarged the picture. Fortunately, Yang Fan was willing to spend money on his mobile phone, so the pixels were super high. Based on the appearance of the cowhide rope threaded through the bamboo slips and the special knotting method, Guan Zong is almost certain that these are bamboo slips from the early Western Zhou Dynasty.
Mr. Guan excitedly began to read the content bit by bit. Some places were so dirty that the writing was covered, but it didn't matter. The writing could still be seen under infrared light.
"Brother, how many volumes of bamboo slips do you have? I tell you this is the Book of Changes. The whole volume has 80,000 words. It is estimated that there will be more than 80 volumes of bamboo slips your size." Mr. Guan did not expect Yang Fan to get many volumes. . It’s amazing to even get a roll of it.
Nowadays, the Warring States Period slips are all national treasures, let alone the Western Zhou Dynasty slips.
Yang Fan grabbed the leg of lamb and took a bold bite. Then he turned the camera of his mobile phone and pointed the leg of lamb at the pile of bamboo slips that Wu Jiuling had moved on the ground. He took a photo and sent it via WeChat. He said, "Here, those are all there. I guess there are more than 100 bamboo slips." One hundred volumes.”
Hearing Yang Fan's voice and seeing a pile of bamboo slips on the ground, Mr. Guan almost stared out of his eyes.
A complete set, a whole series of Yi Mountains!
His heart almost flew out of his chest. Is this kid going to heaven? A complete set!
"Brother, listen to me, who owns this thing now?" Mr. Guan asked hurriedly.
Yang Fan thought about it and felt that it was a big deal, so it was better to leave some room for it.
Yang Fan said: "It belongs to a friend of mine. He is very low-key and does not want to be exposed. He entrusted me to handle it. I just want you to help me take a preliminary look at it. Is this thing really real?"
The manager is destined to be too excited to sleep tonight. He quickly replied: "This thing is of great importance. It is not something I can identify. It needs experts from all over the country to collectively identify it. But I can tell you that I am 80% sure that this thing is from the Western Zhou Dynasty."
This sentence is enough. Eighty thousand characters of bamboo slips from the Western Zhou Dynasty were discovered at one time, which has exceeded all the direct writings of the Western Zhou Dynasty that have been unearthed so far. This bamboo slip is priceless regardless of whether it is a piece of stone or not.
Mr. Guan pondered for a moment, seeming to organize his words to see how to say it.
"Brother, there is something I don't know whether I should say."
"Mr. Guan, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."
"What is your friend going to do with this thing?" Mr. Guan asked.
"He plans to auction it. I think it could be worth 100 million."
"This is a national treasure. As soon as the news spreads, the relevant departments will buy it directly. It is estimated that the auction will not be successful." Mr. Guan said seriously.
A similar situation had happened before. The cultural relics scattered in the palace were directly bought by the museum as soon as they appeared at the auction preview.
"Moreover, the relevant units will not let such an important thing be lost abroad. So it must be donated to the country, or it may be bought by the relevant departments before it goes to auction."
Yang Fan thought about it. When he had no money, he thought about making money all day long. At that time, if anyone persuaded him to donate, he would spit in his face.
But now that he has come to this era, he feels more responsibility. Since God allowed me to come here, there must be a meaning for it. He had already unknowingly carried the burden of twenty million people on his shoulders.
These people from hundreds of years ago are closely related to us today.
He would never allow anyone to bully them or harm them. He wants them to live like human beings and live with dignity. Whether it is the Jian slaves or the Mongolian Tatars, or the gentry and corrupt civil servants. No one can.
"Mr. Guan, I will send you the photos later. Please help me find an expert to take a look. I won't be able to go back for a while. As for how to deal with it in the future, we will see the situation later," Yang Fan said.
"Don't worry, brother, I know all the top experts in this circle."
"Okay, I'll get off first, and you should go to bed early. If there is any news, we will contact you at any time."
Yang Fan got off the Internet.
Walking back to the room, Xiao Niangpi had already finished eating, but Mr. Wu was still waiting for news.
"Mr. Wu, you can make a copy. Could you please make a copy for me too?"
"No problem, it's no problem even if you make ten copies."
Mr. Guan couldn’t sleep no matter what. He immediately started building a group. The top experts in the country have been brought in. Countless people were woken up in the middle of the night, all angry.
They were all in their seventies and eighty years old and had trouble sleeping. They finally fell asleep and were woken up.
When he saw that it was Guan Xiaosheng who was responsible, he blew his beard and stared in anger. All these experts are from his grandfather's generation. I was about to scold him severely.
Mr. Guan directly threw Yang Fan's photo in. All the old men were stunned immediately.
Mr. Yu is the leader of the National Ancient Books Expert Group. He took one look at the picture and turned pale with shock. He quickly opened the bedside drawer and looked for the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill.
While shivering and looking for medicine, he cursed, "Little bastard, you are trying to kill my old man."
