Professor Zhou knew that this old stubborn was not so easy to convince, so he immediately changed his tactics.

"That's why I'm looking for you! Isn't that the motto of your archaeological community? Can I tell you, in that young man's live broadcast room, there are thousands of viewers, you can't bear to let him be so foolish? ”

When Professor Yu heard this, he crossed his waist with one hand.

"That's not good, the most important thing in archaeology is rigor, don't be sloppy, and don't be mistaken by these guys who don't know anything about it, Lao Zhou, tell me where is the live broadcast? I'm going to expose his ugly face! ”

"If you don't say it, it's still you who are old, I'll send it over."

Professor Zhou hung up the phone with a smile and pushed Lin Yi's live broadcast room to Professor Yu's secretary.

Lin Yi was now recognizing the words on this remnant tablet word by word.

"Anchor, can you really understand the words on it? The twists and turns in this song are more outrageous than what I wrote when I took a nap in class. ”

"Even if he ignores us, we can only listen, is it possible, can any of you tell where he said something wrong?"

"What about the guy who studied archaeology just now? Come out and take two steps to see if the anchor is making us up. ”

With such a good opportunity, Chen Ping wanted to come out and show off like the senior of the University of Earth.

After all, so many classmates are watching.

But his ability is limited, and he can only say that he has seen Lu Wen, an unpopular and niche ancient Chinese script in the Western Regions.

At a glance, he can recognize that it is Lu Wen, but as for the content, he really doesn't know any of them.

"Thank you for your love, Lu Wen is a group of scripts in the Western Regions in ancient times, it originated in the Ashoka era of the Mauryan Dynasty, first spread in Central Asia, and in the second century AD, that is, during our Han Dynasty, Lu Wen spread to the Western Regions. However, by the fifth century AD, this script had become an unpopular or even dead script. ”

"What do you mean by dead words?"

"To put it simply, it's a completely unused text."

"Don't talk nonsense, buddy, you just say you know each other or not."

Chen Ping looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and typed the word "no" helplessly.

"That's over, we're all taken care of by the anchor."

"I don't know anyone who specializes in archaeology, and the anchor is the head of this idea, and he must have made it up himself."

"Let's make it up, let's just have fun watching the live broadcast? Why, there are still people who watch the live broadcast with the attitude of learning history in the comic live broadcast room? ”

"No, no, did you really come to the live broadcast room to learn history? You work so hard, do your family know it? ”

There is everything in the live broadcast room, and Lin Yi is also communicating with the sailors in the live broadcast room while interpreting.

These strange-looking Lu Wen, in front of the "Ancient Character Comparison Dictionary" rewarded by the system, really couldn't help him at all.

Anyway, no one knows this live broadcast room, so what if it's real or fake?

"In fact, there is nothing mysterious about this Shinto monument, it is a brief introduction to the life of the deceased, which is equivalent to an epitaph.

You see, I will connect these words and read them to you, 'Jun is upright, the word is chaste, and Chen Liupingqiu is also a person', this is all vernacular, I don't need to translate it.

The latter long list is an introduction to their He family, starting from his ancestor and going all the way back to the Zhou Dynasty..."

No one in the live broadcast room took it seriously, anyway, just listen to it for fun.

Chen Ping took advantage of this time to record all the translations of Lu Wen and Lin Yi.

Only what Wang Qiang is most concerned about now is whose thing it is.

"Brothers, do you know how to do it? Let's just say, can this thing be exchanged for a Mercedes-Benz G when it is taken to Panjiayuan? ”

"Fat brother, you definitely can't take this thing away, but you can take it away."

"Let's go?" Wang Qiang asked puzzled.

"Uh-huh, cut off your head and take it away."

"What do you think, fat brother, this is a cultural relic, and there are words, didn't you read what the archaeological buddy said just now? It's priceless, and if you want to take it, you have to exchange your head. ”

When Wang Qiang saw it, he was immediately angry and incoherent.

"No, old men, let's speak with our conscience! I discovered this thing first, right?

I didn't steal it, I didn't rob it, I didn't steal it, and I didn't dig it out of the ground. It's just like this, I saw it, I picked it up, why isn't it mine? ”

"Well, the fat brother's words seem to make sense at first glance, and when the time comes, he will be pressed to the confession chair by Shu Huang, and you will tell him like this."

"It's still the fat brother who thinks thoughtfully, and even the confession is ready, this is too punishment!"

"As long as this thing is sold by your hands, more than three years, less than ten years, things in the Han Dynasty are generally punished by the highest level, not to mention that this thing has special archaeological value."

Wang Qiang saw the rolling barrage in the live broadcast room, stared at him angrily, walked to Lin Yi's side and pushed him.

"Hey, I don't believe it yet, Lao Lin, Lao Lin, don't read it, you just say, can we take this thing away?"

Lin Yi seemed to be completely cut off from the outside world at this moment, and he couldn't listen to a single word Wang Qiang said.

His eyes were staring at the words on the stele, and he muttered to himself.

"Young man, keep reading, why don't you read it?"

An unfamiliar barrage floated by.

Chen Ping was recording the translation in his notebook and glanced up.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, you almost can't even hold the pen in your hand.

The ID name that flashed just now is called: Yu Siyuan.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

There is an expert in paleography research in China, which is also called this name.

He is a real master of this field, and several professional books he wrote twenty years ago are still used as textbooks for archaeology majors.

In the national archaeological community, he is definitely a figure at the level of Mount Tai Beidou.

For those of them who are archaeology students, they are god-like figures.

At the entrance ceremony, Chen Ping was fortunate to listen to the speeches of these industry giants.

It is said that the old professor is rigorous, upright and old-fashioned, and still does not use mobile phones, and maintains the habit of exchanging letters with his family.

How could such a person appear in the live broadcast room?

It's outrageous, right?

However, Chen Ping thought about it 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 to be so outrageous.

"Excuse me, @于思远, are you an expert in the study of ancient characters in China, Professor Yu Siyuan himself?"

After a while, the ID replied:

"I'm Yu Siyuan, does anyone else here know me?"

Chen Ping couldn't believe his eyes at the time, but he was afraid that someone was playing a prank, so he hurriedly added:

"I'm a student of Teacher Liu Junning, and I may have to call you Master."

"Oh, it's Xiao Ning's student, no wonder. I can't type, it's all my dictated secretary who typed for me, can you help me ask this anchor guy, who did he learn from Lu Wen? ”

When Chen Ping saw this barrage, he was so excited that he immediately added:

"Do you think he translated correctly?"

"That's right, every word is correct."