The wife of Xiangjiang boss who disappeared for ten years is back

Zhang Ping translated the Wei characters and roughly explained it to Fang Zongtang!

"It says that in order to avoid the pursuit of Qin Shihuang, a noble group of the Wei State took all the money in the Wei State and the treasury, disguised themselves as barbarians, and fled all the way here."
"Within a few years, he was found. At that time, the Qin State had already unified the six countries and was promoting benevolent government. The Wei State vowed not to surrender to the death."

"The minister at that time came up with an idea and said that the Wei State had been destroyed a long time ago. These people found were not from the Wei State, but savages who drank blood like hair and drank blood. They should be killed!"

Zhang Ping: “That’s it for the record, it’s gone!”

Fang Zongtang: "Why does this story sound like a fabrication?"

Ji Li: "Often the seemingly impossible possibilities are the most likely! There is no need to lie about the things recorded on the bronze tripod, right?"

Fang Zongtang thought for a moment and said, "Have we found any corpses since we started digging?"

This statement stunned everyone.

yes?

There are so many burial objects, why is there not even a single corpse or coffin?
She remembered a story her great-grandfather told her!
"The book is written for others to read. This others refers to you and me, and also refers to others. Personally, I am more inclined to believe that these contents are a cover-up specially for Qin Jun! What do you think?"

she asked those present!

Hua Feng and the others couldn't explain why.

She went on to tell the story that her great-grandfather told her.

"I heard a story told by my great-grandfather. During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there was a wealthy businessman who angered the local officials because of some things. In order to save his life, he deliberately faked his death to avoid disaster. In order to make the fake death more realistic, he even had mass burials. The body was dug up in the post and made to look like it was burned, and a letter of guilt was left behind, in which he wrote how much he regretted it, and then apologized with death, etc. "

"Since it is a fake death, the suicide note must also be fake. If this suicide note was left to this day and we saw it, would we really believe it?"

After Fang Zongtang said this to me, everyone present fell into deep thought again.

Although it sounds unbelievable, after careful consideration, it seems to be somewhat reasonable.

She gave another example: "Take poetry as an example. By the Ming Dynasty, there were many improved versions of the poems written in the Song Dynasty and the way they were read. With so many improved versions, do you know which one is the original version? ?" When Fang Zongtang reminded Hua Feng, he remembered that several versions of Li Bai's "Jinjinjiu" had been unearthed, and one or two of them were adapted by later poets based on the situation at that time.

But this does not mean that what is said in the Wei Dynasty texts unearthed this time is false.

Fang Zongtang: "I can't guarantee that what I said is right. I just provide an idea and a hypothesis!"

Everyone agreed with this.

Hua Feng: “It seems that only by continuing to dig out more valuable information can we confirm the owner of this burial.

Now that not a single corpse or coffin has been excavated, it is difficult to say that it was a burial object.

But it is definitely not an ordinary person who can own so much gold.

It must be famous in history, it must be a figure.

In the afternoon, Fang Zongtang went out.

Master Liu of Jar Chicken introduced her to several more sellers.

He called her to inform her that Master Liu and his family had already gone to Haishi.

They made an appointment to meet in front of Master Liu's house, and she rushed there in a hurry.

A middle-aged couple arrived holding a painting.

After she opened it, she was immediately happy.

The middle-aged woman spoke first: "This painting was passed down from our elders. At that time, if we had these things at home, they would be burned. My father was reluctant to part with them and said that he would take them to the coffin. We are sure I had to listen to his old man’s advice, so I buried a piece of it.”