Zuo Youyou and Jian Xingzhou helped Xiao Huang and gently removed the remaining threads and staples on the paper.

As soon as Zuo Youyou saw the pages full of dust, insect feces and floating mold, Fuyang's memories suddenly began to attack her, the rough and grainy feel and suspicious stains.

She shook with genuine emotion.

This is not the first time Jian Xingzhou has come into contact with this kind of work, and he is obviously more skilled than Zuo Youyou. Specifically, he even recognized the names of those strangely shaped knives and shovels.

"Do you have any extra horseshoe knives?" Jian Xingzhou took the initiative to ask.

Xiao Huang's eyes flashed with emotion: "Some have some, you want to have a few." ”

A horseshoe knife is a tool specially designed to remove precipitated dirt.

"Teacher Jian, I remember that you are a philology major, how did you come into contact with these?" Xiao Huang asked.

Jian Xingzhou coughed unnaturally: "...... When I was studying for my master's degree, an ancient tomb was dug up in the school. ”

Xiao Huang suddenly realized: "I know! Could it be that you are the Tang tomb dug up under the famous school dormitory......"

Jian Xingzhou remembered that Zuo Youyou had complained that he was sleeping on the ancient tomb, so he was yin and yang, and interrupted Xiao Huang with some embarrassment: "Yes, I am." ”

Xiao Huang didn't notice Jian Xingzhou's embarrassed face at all, and asked with great interest: "I heard that the archaeology department of your school is good at Tang history, and it is a local professional counterpart. ”

Jian Xingzhou stubbornly said: "That's not true, the main research direction of the Department of Archaeology of our university is half Tang and half Han. ”

"Han?" Xiao Huang was puzzled for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "I remembered!" In 19 years, your school dug up the ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty under the cafeteria! ”

Zuo Youyou: "Poof." ”

Jian Xingzhou glared at Zuo Youyou: "...... Yes, I was also involved in the Han Tomb. It's very convenient, and you can go to the canteen to eat after digging every day. ”

Zuo Youyou: "Professor on-site archaeology, students practice in school. ”

Xiao Huang envied: "Fresh textbooks, hot and hot." Students who study the Han and Tang dynasties don't have to leave the school for their graduation thesis - no, the graduation thesis comes to the door by itself. ”

Zuo Youyou was curious: "What happened later?" ”

Jian Xingzhou waved the horseshoe knife: "After researching, I will backfill." ”

"Backfill?"

Xiao Huang pricked up his ears, and his face was full of desire for first-hand information in the industry.

Jian Xingzhou recalled: "Two have been destroyed, and one is better protected. After reporting to the city's cultural relics department, it was decided to record it only and backfill it. ”

Xiao Huang was puzzled: "Why backfill?" I thought that after the excavation of this kind of ancient tomb, the collection would be cleared out for future generations to enjoy. ”

Jian Xingzhou lowered his eyes to deal with stains: "Because our technology is immature now, after digging out, there is no way to preserve it well, which may lead to decay, oxidation and other phenomena." So...... After discussion, I felt that this situation belonged to 'non-essential rescue', and now that we have dug it, future generations will not have to dig it. ”

Zuo Youyou asked: "It's like the Mawangdui Han Tomb in Changsha?" ”

Jian Xingzhou sighed: "Yes, it's a pity." Therefore, we have to wait for the technology of future generations to mature before digging. ”

"Can we wait until the technology matures?"

Jian Xingzhou paused, his eyes looked through the broken pages in his hand, as if looking at the future a hundred years later.

"Hopefully." His tone was a little lost, "But that's how to do historical work, and it's better to say that it's called passing on the torch." Our exploration of the problem is placed in the long river of history and in the process of human development, but it is only for a moment. It may take many, many of these moments, hundreds or thousands of years of human exploration, to be fortunate enough to take a small step forward. ”

Zuo Youyou also sighed: "Yes, if Qu Yuan thousands of years ago, after writing "Tianwen", could know that human beings can finally go to space, and know the answers given by God in the future, how good it would be." ”

Xiao Huang said "Hi": "There is no need to be sad about this. Like when we restore ancient books, time flies, the last restorer did it a hundred years ago, and finally we demolished it, if everyone is drilling, wouldn't it be - the work I did will be denied in the future? But even if our work is destined to be replaced, we pass on the letters of history, and that is the greatest significance. ”

Jian Xingzhou and Zuo Youyou listened and nodded in unison.

Zuo Youyou even blew the rainbow fart: "Master Huang has a high opinion." ”

Xiao Huang incarnated as Master Huang, and he was overjoyed: "People can't fall into historical nihilism. In our lifetime, we will continue to explore the answers to the questions in the footsteps of our predecessors, and we will be fortunate to know before we die, and call it good luck; I don't know, it's called romance. ”

Xiao Huang suddenly fell into feelings, and Zuo Youyou was in awe.

She saw that Jian Xingzhou used the horseshoe knife for a long time, and saw some doorways clearly: "I can also help you get it." ”

"Teacher Zuo, you might as well use a wool brush." Xiao Huang handed over a small soft brush.

The lazier Zuo Youyou looked, the more familiar he became: "It's very similar to beauty tools." ”

Xiao Huang neatly launched a commercial blow to each other: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zuo, you are fashionable and beautiful, at first glance, you are an urban beauty who loves makeup, and you must have a technical foundation!" ”

Zuo Youyou turned into an urban beauty, and he was overjoyed: "Don't worry, I will definitely have no problem with the wool brush." ”

There is indeed no problem, Zuo Youyou conscientiously brushes the dust silently with the wool brush, but there are some sticky unknown crystals and particles, and the soft bristles of the wool brush are helpless.

Zuo Youyou watched Xiao Huang try several different methods, and finally Master Qian came out and asked for a sticky eraser from the stationery factory, rubbed it with a semi-dry wet towel and handed it to Xiao Huang, who put the sticky eraser into a ball and gently rolled it on the book leaves.

"Why rub it with a semi-dry wipe?" Zuo Youyou asked in a low voice, "What kind of powerful wipes are these?" ”

"Don't underestimate these wipes." Xiao Huang said solemnly, "Master Qian's unique secrets. ”

Zuo Youyou was in awe: "It's really a great wipe!" Could it be that these wipes use a specially prepared solution! ”

Xiao Huang waved his hand: "It's water." ”

Zuo Youyou's eyes widened: "It's so much trouble, you tell me it's water?" ”

"The most luxurious ingredients are often cooked in the most modest way – ahh In fact, this level of attachment is the mildest way for ancient books to stick to it with the right humidity. ”

"What is the right humidity?" Jian Xingzhou couldn't help but ask.

"A little."

"How much?"

"Just in moderation."

Zuo Youyou and Jian Xingzhou glanced at each other secretly, and the experience of blowing up the kitchen made them think together at this moment.

Zuo Youyou again: "...... I hate feelings. ”

Jian Xingzhou asked: "Why don't you quantify it?" For example, a few grams of soft eraser with a few milliliters of water. I also have a set of measuring spoons for you. ”

Xiao Huang scratched his head: "Ah, it's mainly a matter of local materials, in fact, the best thing to use is wet dough, but we have also used dry steamed buns, soft erasers, rubber crumbs, bread, old tape with almost no stickiness, rice...... After all, our working environment is relatively uncertain, and it mainly depends on what is around us. ”