Bamboo slips......

When Wang Feng saw it, he immediately scratched his head.

With such an ancient carrier, most of the words on it he couldn't understand.

It's also a fact, he picked up a roll of bamboo slips, and he hasn't read it yet. The rope on the bamboo slips suddenly broke, and the bamboo slips immediately scattered into a ball.

He had no choice but to take one of the bamboo slips and hold it up to watch.

Knife carved text, still legible.

But he stared for a long time and saw the ancient words, and he couldn't discern the meaning of them at all.

Never mind......

Wang Feng shook his head and continued to inspect other things.

On the stone shelf, in addition to piles of bamboo slips, there are all kinds of sundries.

Bottles and cans, ore powder, medicinal materials.

Needless to say, these things are all used to make fragrant jade.

Think of it again, the egg in the Dan furnace.

Wang Feng couldn't help but think, maybe back then, there were people who got the same eggs as him.

And in order to hatch the egg, the man chose to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, dug a cave in a remote place, and began a bitter life of seclusion.

The end result......

Wang Feng turned his head and looked at several corpses nearby.

Looks like the fate of those people.

It's not like that.

He died a horrible death.

Wang Feng walked over to take a look, only to see that there were black marks on some bones.

On the ground, there are still some scratches.

Struggle, rage.

All of them show that these people should have died unexpectedly.

Poison?

Or, erysipelas?

Wang Feng groaned and looked around the environment of the cave hall.

He couldn't help but wonder if those people back then could be the so-called Fangshi, right?

Take all kinds of ores and metals, mix them to refine pills, and pray that they can transcend and become immortals.

In the end, no one knows whether they will become immortals or not.

Anyway, there is the greatest possibility of becoming a dead ghost.

Bad luck!

Wang Feng sighed and walked a few steps away.

He took the opportunity to inspect the entire cave hall and determined that there was only this cave in the entire cliff, and there should be no secrets.

Therefore, his harvest is only ......

A Dan furnace, a dead egg.

And a bunch of bamboo slips that I don't know what was written.

It's a lot of money.

It wasn't too early, so he immediately took action and packed all these things and took them away.

After tossing and turning for two or three hours, at dawn, he returned to the small mountain village, entered a private house, and lay down on his bed again, sleeping in his own clothes.

Not long after the time closed, the small mountain village began to be lively again.

The hard-working villagers have become dark.

At the beginning, first use small movements to boil water to clean pots and pans.

Then slowly, the movement gradually expanded.

The shouting and crying of children also echoed.

The rooster cries and the dog barks, fresh and vibrant.

The sun is shining and a new day is beginning.

After breakfast, Wang Feng and his entourage also waved goodbye to the enthusiastic villagers.

Half a day later, they returned to the Stone Buddha Temple.

In the Stone Buddha Temple, Wang Feng and Zhang Chu stayed for a while to meet the requirements of some people.

Half a month passed, and the two returned with a full load.

When I came, it was a suitcase of luggage. But when I went back, I was accompanied by two large trucks.

Several tons of high-quality jade were transported directly back to the manor.

When it was unloaded, everyone was a little amazed.

At the end of the trip, Zhang Chu also left.

After all, he also has his own career, and it is impossible to revolve around Wang Feng.

When he left, Wang Feng turned around and went into the warehouse.

Large boxes full of jade. But I didn't know that there was a heavy large box in it, which was not filled with jade, but a metal Dan furnace and a roll of bamboo slips.

Wang Feng is at home, focusing on the study of bamboo slips.

A few days passed, and he was sure of one thing.

This thing really requires decades of hard work, and it must not be done overnight.

Temporarily cramming, you can't get into the door at all.

Even if you try to compare, word by word comparison, mark.

Not only is it inefficient, it's outrageous.

The most important thing is that Wang Feng is not sure whether the translated content is correct or not.

Because when you read it, the meaning doesn't make sense, and the context doesn't go well.

If this continued, he felt like he was going to collapse.

It seems that we have to find foreign help.

Wang Feng groaned for a while, and then made a decision.

The next day, he came to the Elephant Tomb Museum.

After several months of excavation, sorting and construction, a simple museum has been standing near Xijia Village.

The huge canopy directly encompasses the deep pit mouth.

This is also the foundation laid by Wang Feng and Xi Yunsu.

The relevant units, very smartly, continue to operate and build on the basis of the original.

That's why the museum was built in a short period of time.

However, some related facilities are still being installed. Coupled with a bunch of cultural relics, experts and scholars have not completely cracked it, so the museum has not yet been officially opened to the public.

It is expected to wait a few months, or half a year, or next year......

No hurry, no hurry.

Museums like this, which are semi-public welfare and do not aim for profit, never do things that are in a hurry for public and immediate profit.

Don't say a year and a half, even if it's two or three years, they can afford it together.

What's more, they don't need to worry about them for a long time, and the public will forget about them.

In fact, at the time of experts and scholars, studying cultural relics.

Relevant interviews and documentaries are already being filmed.

Wait until the museum, which is officially opened.

Waves of propaganda bombardment will naturally re-form a craze.

Besides, cultural relics are the last thing they are afraid of is the precipitation and accumulation of time.

This is the timeless truth.

"Awesome, awesome. ”

For the explanation of others, Wang Feng sincerely respected.

"It's not a secret, if you contact it more in the future, it will be clear. ”

A middle-aged man led Wang Feng into the unopened museum.

The road is unobstructed and leads directly to the most central area. It was on the edge of the exhibition hall, a warehouse-like space, with layers of guards, checkpoints, and strong barriers.

When the two walked in, they could see more than a dozen gray-haired old men and their assistants.

Dozens of people, looking focused, buried in work.

"Ahem!"

The middle-aged man cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

“…… Managing director. ”

After a few seconds, someone looked up and saw the middle-aged man, the head of the local cultural relics department.

Of course, most experts and scholars are also relatively high-minded.

For this director, love ignores it.

Many people don't bother to lift their eyes and focus on their own business.

In this regard, the middle-aged man was helpless, so he simply took two steps out of the way, and said with a smile: "Everyone, pay attention, and see who is visiting you." ”

"Who?"

Finally, someone was curious and looked up.

For a moment, someone was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "Hey, Wang Feng!"

I have to say that Wang Feng's cards are not only bigger than the director.

More importantly, a group of experts and scholars are also willing to give this face.

At that moment, several experts greeted each other with a smile and stood up to greet him, and Wang Feng was flattered......