"What? You don't know? Seeing Zeng Fan's embarrassed expression, Yang Zijiang asked with concern,

"Shhh," Fang Bojing waved his hand, signaling him not to disturb Zeng Fan and let him think.

"Oh," Yang Zijiang stuck out his tongue and nodded mischievously, he knew the director's intentions, he was afraid that he would interject indiscriminately and disturb Zeng Fan's train of thought.

"Then wait!"

The two of them looked at Zeng Fan patiently, only to see that his face was sunny for a while, cloudy for a while, frowning, and chirping, they knew that he must have racked his brains and searched all the memories in his brain.

The two of them didn't care what he thought, anyway, in order not to disturb Zeng Fan's train of thought, they didn't speak, they just looked at him in a daze.

After a long while, Zeng Fan raised his head and said very frustratedly, "I don't know, I don't know!" I really don't know what this is! ”

"It's over," Zeng Fan's dazed eyes made Yang Zijiang angry,

"Hey, the director won't let me speak, for fear of disturbing you, a university scholar, and you don't know anything about it, oops, you almost suffocated me!" He let out a long breath, as if to express his displeasure.

"I didn't stop you from talking, why are you yelling at me?" Unexpectedly, Zeng Fan was more anxious than him, and immediately returned the color. It can be seen that because he can't say exactly the type of bronze in the photo, he is also very anxious.

"Alright, what are you two calling?" Seeing that the two of them looked anxious, Fang Bojing immediately reprimanded them. Then, he patiently inspired Zeng Fan, "Think about it, why don't you have a suitable name for so many bronzes?" ”

"You don't know, although there are many types of bronzes, there are only a few types that we can often see, what 簋 [guǐ], 鬲 [lì], 卣 [yǒu], 簠 [fǔ], 甗 [yǎn], 觥 [gōng], 觯 [zhì], 盨 [xǔ], 斝 [jiǎ], 匜 [yí], 罍 [lei]," Zeng Fan said to the two of them, holding his fingers. He is indeed quite familiar with bronzes, and he is really not boasting.

"What are you talking about? Why are there so many varieties? ”

"How many are they? And a lot more, I'm just going to say a few of the main ones, because they're all used a lot in the past,"

"What are you kidding? What is used in life? Such a big copper guy, who can move? Yang Zijiang didn't believe it.

"Of course it's not for our people, it's for the princes and nobles, Jue, you know? Isn't that what you use to drink?"

"It's not unusual, I've seen it, it's about the same as a wine glass!"

"Yes, Ding, you've seen it too, right? In the past, it was a stew utensil! ”

"What are you talking about li?"

"The one used to cook rice has three legs, and the middle is empty, and you can steam rice," Zeng Fan vowed,

"According to what you say, there should be steamed steamed buns?"

"Yes, 甗 (yan) is used for this, the upper part is called 甑 (zeng), the lower part is called 笲 (li), and there is a hollow grate in the middle, isn't that the current steamer?"

"Haha, what you said is quite down-to-earth, I like it, is there a sober guy?" Uncle Fang loves to drink red wine, and when he heard what the two of them said, he couldn't help but interject.

"Yes, lei is used for this, its main function is to hold wine, isn't that the current wine decanter? Hey," Zeng Fan seemed to think of something, "This thing should be a Wei, but the general Wei is with broad shoulders, two ears, a cover, or a big belly, and circled feet." But why doesn't it look like it? Zeng Fan looked at the photo again.

"I'll take a look, you're about to eat the picture!" Yang Zijiang snatched the photo and looked at it carefully, "Which is the big belly you are talking about, circle feet?" Isn't this skinny pot a pot? ”

"I'll take a look," Fang Bojing took the photo, "This is not a pot, the pot has to have a mouth?" Where do you think the spout is? How does it pour water out? He shook his head violently and immediately said no.

"Isn't that weird? You say it's a, right? It's like a pot, you say it's a pot, right? But it's like a, it's really rare, alas," Zeng Fan let out a long sigh, "It made me die of a headache, what the hell is this?" Director Fang, I have to look at the original, I can't tell it just by looking at the photos? "It seems that Zeng Fan is planning to surrender completely.

"That's not good, if you don't make a meridian, how can I let you go to see the big leader? Let's take another look? Don't want that baby at all, the chief has to scold me to death? No, no, absolutely not! Fang Bojing's head shook like a rattle!

"What then? I don't look at the real thing, I can't guess," Zeng Fan pouted, completely annoyed.

"Why don't I talk to Liu Li? Let her be accommodating with her master? Seeing the appearance of the two people yelling in a hurry, Yang Zijiang hurriedly came up with an idea, "It's really not good, steal things out, let's observe?" ”

"Don't have bad ideas, how can Liu Li get into the big leader? Where is it heavily guarded, how can it be stolen? Besides, it's so valuable, maybe I asked the secretary to lock the machine and ask for the room! Zeng Fan thought of Dean Lang's painting and shook his head frequently.

"What then? This doesn't work, that doesn't work, if you don't ask Liu Li to go, who will you call? Yang Zijiang was also anxious.

"What do you say about me, stealing and taking?" The three of them were shouting, Liu Li and Han Mei came, "Let me be a thief?" I'm not going to do it! She didn't know what was going on, so she came up and said no.

"Who made you a thief? Your master brought such a thing, no one can understand it, you look at it, it makes Zeng University stumped," Yang Zijiang teased, and handed the photo to Liu Li.

"Shall I see?" Before Liu Li could take it, Han Mei had already snatched it, "Maybe I know that!" The matter involved Zeng Fan, and she was naturally anxious.

"Look at what you can, Xiao Zeng can't even say, can you know?" Yang Zijiang pouted, looking disdainful,

"Hey, this can't be said to be good, I've been to the Shandong Bronze Museum, maybe this thing is there!" Han Meicai didn't care what Yang Zijiang said, she was wholeheartedly trying to help Zeng Fan.

"And what do you say it's called? Xiao Zeng said that it was a four-like, neither like a pot nor like a reliever,"

"Hey, isn't that easy? If he doesn't know, who knows? Maybe this thing is something different? Is it a subgenus? ”

"Oh, yes, how did I forget that?" Zeng Fan was startled and didn't say anything, but also reached out and grabbed Han Mei's hand, jumping and jumping happily.

"What are you doing?" Zeng Fan's unusual behavior made Han Mei's face "Teng" red......