"What is this ......?"

"Silt?"

Tang Yuan wore a protective mask and stood in front of the bronze tripod, and under the illumination of the light, he could see the situation inside the bronze tripod clearly.

Many of the things that look like patent leather and look like mud when soaked in water, they look like mud after rain.

Such a scene really made Tang Yuan a little unacceptable.

You must know that his hope of completing the five-star mission is all pinned on this bronze tripod, but after he took a lot of trouble, he found that it was just a puddle of silt inside.

Can silt be an item required for a 5-star mission?

Can silt have anything to do with Taoism?

The answer is definitely no.

The most important thing is that the original clues have been broken, and there are no new clues, which makes Tang Yuan a little unsure now, how this five-star mission should be promoted.

Tang Yuan's expression changed one after another, even if he was good at cultivating his qi, his face was still inevitably a little gloomy.

Dong Wenhui noticed the change in Tang Yuan's complexion, he could understand Tang Yuan's mood very well, the other party spent millions of dollars to borrow their team of experts from the National Museum to go to the United States, but the bronze tripod was actually muddy, it was difficult for anyone to have a good face, this has nothing to do with money, it is purely caused by the excessive emotional cost of the early investment.

"Tang Dong, don't be discouraged first."

"There's probably something else in the mud."

"You lean back, after we pour out all the contents of the bronze tripod, there will probably be a surprise."

Dong Wenhui patted Tang Yuan's shoulder and comforted Tang Yuan.

"I'm sorry to trouble Director Dong."

Tang Yuan bowed slightly, although he knew that this possibility should not be too great, but now he could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, at least there was still hope.

When Dong Wenhui saw that Tang Yuan should respond, he immediately turned around, called all the rest of the experts over, and then organized people to start taking out the silt in the bronze tripod.

Soon, the sludge, along with the sewage from the bronze tripod, was dumped in a special container carried by the expert team.

Dressed in white research coats, plastic gloves, protective masks and goggles, the experts squatted in front of a special container with tools and began to dispose of the silt that had been sealed in the bronze tripod for more than 2,500 years.

Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui stood not far away, neither of them spoke, just quietly watching everyone work.

Time passed minute by minute, the scene was extremely quiet, and even the maid and others waiting next to them felt a wordless pressure.

About two hours later, Zhou Huahai was the first to stand up, he took off his goggles and protective mask, and with a slightly tired look on his face, he slowly walked in front of Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui, and then shook his head gently.

"Tang Dong, more than 2,500 years ago, there was indeed something in this bronze tripod, and then I don't know what the reason was, the bronze tripod was flooded, which caused the items stored in the bronze tripod to be corrupted.

Zhou Huahai glanced at Dong Wenhui, and then said to Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan had expected such a result in his heart, but now when he heard Zhou Huahai say this, he still couldn't hide a little loss in his heart: "Old Zhou, it's hard work, I'm lucky, I'm lucky to lose my life, if not, I won't have it." ”

"Tang Dong, to be able to collect a bronze tripod from the Spring and Autumn Period is already a height that is difficult for many collectors to reach, even if we are in the National Museum, if we want to be able to come up with a bronze that exceeds this bronze tripod, it may be the Simu Wuding."

Zhou Huahai could feel that Tang Yuan's mood was a little low, he sighed softly and comforted Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan bowed slightly, and a smile forced out of his face.

Zhou Huahai took the lead in getting up and leaving, and other experts from the National Museum also stood up one after another, and everyone walked in front of Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui, and they all shook their heads gently, saying that they had gained nothing.

In the end, only Zheng Daoquan was left at the scene, still squatting there and working silently.

Seeing this situation, just when Dong Wenhui was about to call Zheng Daoquan up, Zheng Daoquan suddenly stood up by himself, and the whole person looked extremely excited: "I know, I know!" ”

Zheng Daoquan was so shocked that everyone at the scene was stunned.

"Lao Zheng, what do you know?"

Dong Wenhui looked at Zheng Daoquan with excitement on his face, and he was a little confused, and he didn't know what was wrong with Zheng Daoquan.

"It's not silt!"

"It's a bamboo slip!"

"This is a bamboo slip that has existed for more than 2,500 years!"

"As long as we can successfully restore it, this is the oldest existing bamboo slip written record in China!"

Zheng Daoquan was holding a small tweezer in his hand, with a silky sludge on it, and in the face of Dong Wenhui's inquiry, he responded with some emotion.

"Bamboo slips? These sludges are bamboo slips?! ”

"Eh, after Brother Zheng said this, it seems that it is very likely to be bamboo slips!"

"It's incredible that the bamboo slips of the Spring and Autumn Period have survived in such a way!"

"Dry for thousands of years, wet for 10,000 years, not dry or wet for half a year, in the humid environment in the Ding, these bamboo slips are really likely to survive to this day!"

……

As Zheng Daoquan's words fell, many experts who were originally deeply tired immediately came to their senses, and soon rushed to Zheng Daoquan's side again, and even a few people brought up protective masks and goggles again, and squatted down next to the special container again.

As for Tang Yuan beside Dong Wenhui, at this moment, he understands what it means to be a bright village, and that heart is like riding a roller coaster, and now his whole heart is pounding, making him faintly dry.

"Mr. Zheng, these bamboo slips are like this, can they be restored?"

Tang Yuan hurriedly asked Tang Yuan.

"Yes."

Zheng Daoquan nodded heavily and gave Tang Yuan a very positive answer: "Tang Dong, I don't know if you know the tomb of the Marquis of Haiyang that began to be excavated in 2015?" ”

"I don't know, what's wrong?"

Tang Yuan shook his head and replied truthfully.

"In 2015, the excavation of the tomb of the Marquis of Haiding, the biggest harvest is that from the tomb of the Marquis of Haiding, more than 5,000 bamboo slips were excavated, when they found these bamboo slips, it was similar to the situation we had just now, it looked like silt, and those archaeologists almost cleaned up these bamboo slips as silt."

"Fortunately, the leader of the archaeological team in the tomb of the Marquis of Haiyang was more delicate and kept these silt until they invited Wu Shunqing, the world's top expert to protect the unearthed water-saturated cultural relics from the Jingzhou Cultural Conservation Center in Beihu Province, and finally determined that those unknown objects that looked like silt were the bamboo slips of the Han Dynasty that had a history of thousands of years."

"Nowadays, these Han Dynasty bamboo slips are stored in the Jingzhou Cultural Protection Center in Beihu Province, and most of the Han Dynasty bamboo slips have been successfully restored, and these bamboo slips in front of us are far better preserved than the Han Dynasty bamboo slips unearthed from the tomb of the Marquis of Haiding, so those Han Dynasty bamboo slips can be successfully restored, what is the difference between our bamboo slips?"

In the end, Zheng Daoquan's voice can be described as sonorous and powerful.

(End of chapter)