Chapter 45: The Collector of Poetry
Regarding the words "Wencheng Qingtian", I don't see anything wrong, maybe there is another master behind Liu Bowen, and the poet may have deliberately erected a monument here, in order to explain to future generations that Liu Bowen benefited from him.
But Yan Qiu's expression was obviously not so simple, as if something earth-shattering had happened.
In order to hide my ignorance, I didn't want to be too white in front of Yan Qiu, so I only held my chin with one hand and kept repeating: "Wencheng Qingtian, Wencheng Qingtian." โ
As expected, Jiang Rou smiled stupidly and asked Yan Qiu: "Sister Yan Qiu, what does Wencheng Qingtian mean?" Does it mean that these poems were written in a farmland? "Same as I thought.
Yan Qiu's voice trembled a little: "This is Liu Bowen's real handiwork." โ
I didn't understand, and I stretched out my ear and motioned for her to say it again.
Yan Qiu glared and said, "This is engraved by Liu Bowen himself, Liu Bowen's authentic handiwork." โ
Goosebumps instantly covered my whole body, could it be that this strange place is Liu Bowen's handiwork?
Thinking about it, the IQ of the builder is really not low, and I said in horror: "Wouldn't it? Liu Bowen is a native of the Ming Dynasty, do you have to know that we are now in Mongolia, and Mongolia was still a Xiongnu in that era, right? What is he doing here? Isn't Beijing enough for him to toss? โ
Yan Qiu glanced at me and said helplessly: "It's really unlearned, the Ming Dynasty is a Tatar (dรกdรก) nation, how can there be a Xiongnu thing?" The Xiongnu had already split and collapsed in the Eastern Han Dynasty. โ
"Don't care what it is, it's definitely not the rule of the Ming Dynasty, don't say that Liu Bowen can get here safely, what is the key to his motives? Is there any record of him being captured and building an underground palace? "I debated with Yan Qiu.
Yan Qiu pointed to my clothes and said, "Which country is your clover sweatpants?" โ
I didn't know what she was going to say, so I replied casually: "Germany." โ
Yan Qiu asked again, "Where did you buy it?" โ
I still replied casually: "We went together when we bought it, don't you know?" "As soon as I finished speaking, I seemed to understand something.
I quickly calmed down and secretly figured out that German clothes can be bought in China, and the handwriting of celebrities in the Ming Dynasty can also be transported to Mongolia, which means that Liu Bowen may have been transported to Mongolia in Beijing when he carved the stele?
I immediately asked Yan Qiu: "Do you mean that this is Liu Bowen's handwriting, someone brought it here from Beijing, and the owner of the tomb is a fan of Liu Bowen?" โ
Yan Qiu first corrected me and said: "It's not Beijing, Zhu Yuanzhang was proclaimed emperor in 1368, the first Kyoto of the Ming Dynasty was Nanjing, and Kaifeng was the capital at that time. But in 1369, Zhu Yuanzhang changed his mind and made his hometown Fengyang the central capital. It was not until 1375 that he officially recognized Nanjing as the capital, and Liu Bowen also died in this year, and the capital of Nanjing must be Liu Bowen's last words. It was not until 1421 that the usurper Yellow Emperor Zhu Di (dรฌ) officially moved the capital to Beijing, and Nanjing was changed to a Liudu. Therefore, Liu Bowen's inscription is at least in Nanjing or Fengyang, and it will definitely not be Beijing. โ
Seeing that I could listen attentively, Yan Qiu continued: "Regardless of whether the tomb owner here worships him or not, but at least this is Liu Bowen's handwriting, you see the Wencheng Qingtian who was settled, I studied the history of the Ming Dynasty when I was a sophomore, Liu Bowen is naturally my research preference, the nickname he got after his death is Wencheng, and later generations call him Wencheng Gong, but Liu Bowen has a hobby of divination, and this Wencheng nickname is likely to come from his last words." His hometown is in Qingtian County, so he is also called Liu Qingtian. According to this judgment, Wencheng Qingtian is actually the code name he gave himself, and he used such an obscure name when he didn't want people to know that the inscription was from his own hand. If it is from someone else, it will definitely use Liu Ji or Liu Bowen's signature, and there are precedents for this, such as the current pen name and screen name, to achieve the effect of not wanting to reveal the real name. โ
After listening to Yan Qiu's analysis, I was convinced, after all, she was the most professional, so I didn't need to refute it.
The focus of my thinking was still on the identity of the tomb owner, so I ran to the side to look at the other steles, and it was not until I looked at the second stele that I finally really realized what the fat brother said did not understand.
There are several stone tablets next to it that are in foreign languages, and it is not clear whether it is Spanish or German, French, or Russian, and it looks more like the ancient alphabet spelling text, judging from the arrangement of the inscriptions, those seem to be foreign poems, not to mention the difficulty of translation, even if it is translated, the meaning of the poem is difficult to understand.
I have a rough idea, maybe the owner of this tomb is a literary fan, who likes to collect the poems of famous people, and keep those poems in the form of stone tablets in his own tomb, this possibility is the greatest.
Thinking of this, Jiang Li's summoning voice interrupted my train of thought, and she shouted by the campfire in the distance: "Zhanxiao, the three of you have come to eat, the meal is cooked." โ
Don't worry about guessing the thinking of the dead, it is important to fill your stomach first, I pulled Yan Qiu's arm, and Jiang Rou followed us in a hurry.
When I got to the campfire, I saw a pile of rabbit meat, counting the number, just one for each person, usually everyone eats one, did these people poke the rabbit nest after I fainted? And they're all big rabbits.
I didn't care that the rabbit meat was still hot, so I grabbed one and took a big bite on it.
The others did not show weakness, they all picked up a cooked rabbit and ate it so boldly.
I stopped everyone and said, "Alas, save some, let's divide the food and keep a few for reserves." โ
Jiang Li smiled and said, "You can eat with confidence, there are." โ
Hearing her say this, I didn't ask any more, Jiang Li would not exaggerate when she spoke, indicating that they had already stocked up.
After two more bites, I noticed that something was wrong with Yanqiu beside me.
She was carrying a rabbit in her hand, looking at the roasted rabbit in a daze, frowning and looking ugly, and she didn't eat a bite for a long time. It was as if what he was holding in his hand was not food, but very bitter medicine, and he changed his posture several times, but he didn't take a bite.
I asked Yanqiu, "What's wrong with you?" Why don't you eat it? It's going to be done, it's good to have food, I'm tired of eating rabbits, but it's more important to eat full, treat it very well at all times, Jiang Li's craftsmanship has still grown, and this time it's much better than before. โ
Yan Qiu listened to my words, continued with a painful expression, and was eager to open his mouth to bite, the rabbit seemed to be smeared with poison, Yan Qiu's face was almost distorted, and he didn't eat it in his mouth.
I was very puzzled and asked Yanqiu, "What's wrong with you, why do you look so miserable?" Are you sick? โ
Yan Qiu didn't speak, just looked at me with an innocent expression.
I looked around at the other people and noticed that they were all smiling, as if they were deliberately hiding some prank.
I immediately became alert, as if I realized something, and put the rabbit that had bitten my hand on the fire, and ran a few steps to the place where the rabbits had been piled up in the water, and carefully pulled out a skin from it with my foot, and carefully observed the rabbit skin.
I retched a few times at this glance, it was not a rabbit at all, although the fur was very similar to a yellow-brown rabbit, but the tip of the skin clearly had the head of a mouse, and the two round black eyes were still bright. It was a rat bigger than a big fat rabbit.
Looking further down, this mouse not only has an elongated tail, but also has a nursery pouch where the fur is originally on the belly.
I ran back to the campfire in a few steps, pointed in the direction behind me and asked the others, "What's that?" Kangaroo? Isn't it a rabbit? Did you already know? โ
The fat brother smiled and said, "Did anyone tell you that you ate rabbits?" โ
I thought about it carefully, and it was indeed my own inherent thinking, thinking that this shape was a rabbit.
No wonder Yan Qiu can't speak, she is the most afraid of mice, I have learned it before.
Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I actually didn't know what animal I was seeing, saying that it was a mouse, but there was a nursery bag, and it was said that it was a kangaroo, and it was completely different from the appearance of a kangaroo. It's obviously an oversized mouse, but it has a nondescript nursery bag.
I asked the people, "Can any of you tell me what kind of meat I just ate?" Where did you catch this mouse? โ