"Stitched?" The boy was taken aback, looking at the photo with some surprise. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
The girls on the side also leaned over and looked at the spear in the photo. They only noticed that the spear was broken from it before, so they naturally thought that the spear was one.
"Here." The waiter said, pointing to a spot on a frontal photo.
The two looked at where her finger was, and there was indeed a faint gap between the two circles of lines on the seat under the spearhead. Although it is not very clear, but after comparing the other photos, it can be confirmed that there is indeed a gap there.
"And here." As he said that, the waiter pointed to the handle of the spear, where there was also a crack.
"This..." The boy scratched his hair, and felt a little depressed, the time frame that was finally ruled out was overthrown.
The waiter looked at the spear in the photo, and there was some inexplicable look in his calm eyes, which seemed to be nostalgic and a kind of silent memory.
After a while, the waiter looked away from the photo and asked, "Is this your topic?"
"Yes." The girl was not very familiar with the waiter, so she looked at her and asked cautiously: "Well, then why do you think this spear is from the end of the Warring States Period to the end of the Qin State?"
The waiter glanced at the girl, looked at the pattern on the spear and said: "The inscriptions here are written in characters close to the Three Jin Dynasty during the Warring States Period. Names, names of people. The Zuoku and Youku of the capital and locality seen in Korean wares, the Zhiku of the country’s capital, and the arsenal indicate the place of casting.”
"Here, those with the word "drum (made)" after Ye Yin or Ye Ming are Han wares."
The inscription on the photo was blurry, and some parts were even unclear, but the waiter explained it in great detail. As if she was very familiar with these inscriptions, she pointed out exactly where the inscriptions were.
"According to the inscription written on the inscription, this device was made in Korea Zhiku. The owner is a Korean son whose name is unclear."
The inscription on the photo is only such a paragraph, and it can no longer be seen clearly later. The voice of the waiter also stopped. She might know who the owner of the spear was, but she didn't say any more.
The boy sat aside and listened to what the waiter said, holding his mobile phone and searching for something.
After a while, he said in surprise.
"Yes, indeed."
He consulted the materials of Korean characters and weapon inscriptions during the Warring States Period, and it was indeed not much different from what the waiter said.
It's just that you can see so much at a glance, it's amazing, and the eyes of the girls on the side are a little amazed.
Although they are students of the Department of Archeology, their main research is not ancient characters, and they cannot recognize the source of these characters at the first time. But the other party could tell the age and source of these words at a glance, and even directly explained the content of the words.
The boy looked at the waiter with some doubts, but then looked at the photo and continued.
"Since it is an artifact of a Korean son, it is on the bank of the Weishui River. Could it be that this old site is an ancient battlefield?"
"But why do Korean utensils end up on the banks of the Weishui River?"
The seat and distance didn't make sense, and the boy frowned again.
"Yes, if that's the case, it should be a relic from the end of the Warring States Period. Why do you say it is the end of the Qin State?" The girl also asked in confusion.
The waiter was taken aback for a moment, and then murmured, "This is originally the property of a Qin general."
"It was just broken during a battle, and that battle was at the end of the Qin Dynasty."
"The war in the last years of the Qin Dynasty." The boy said to himself while holding the photo, and looked at the waiter: "Is there any record?"
"Maybe." The waiter's face was a little dazed, and then he seemed to react, and smiled at the two: "It's just me talking nonsense."
This was the first time for the two of them to see a smile on the waiter's face, and they were stunned.
The girl shrunk her neck with a blushing face, she was really handsome
The boy also coughed and looked away: "Cough, no, what Sister Nan said is very well-founded, and it has really helped a lot, thank you very much."
I just don't know why, but the faint smile on the waiter's face looks a little tired.
The smile faded, and the waiter shook his head.
"nothing."
After the two of them finished eating, they said hello and left. It seemed that they were going to check some information to verify the waiter's words.
Gu Nan put away the plates of the two of them and washed them.
When did the spear break, I think it was a long time ago.
"What do you want to eat during Chinese New Year?" The old woman suddenly asked the waiter with a cigarette between her hands.
"I want to eat hot pot."
"Don't push yourself too hard, hot pot is very expensive these days."
The boy led the girl out of the tavern, looked back, and then looked at the photo in his hand.
On the banks of the Wei River, several researchers stood around a broken spear. The surface of the spear was rusty, but some of the luster of the past could still be seen.
A small part was still buried in the soil. As the brush gently brushed away the soil, the wind blew through the fine sand above, revealing the still sharp spearhead, reflecting cold light.
"Cough cough cough."
With a weak cough, one foot stepped on the soft soil beside the Weishui River.
It was a man in a black-gray robe, and he didn't look very good.
There were several holes in the clothes, and the skirt was dyed black and red. Blood seeped from the clothes and dripped on the ground. Then I touched a short grass by the roadside. Blood dripped down the blades of grass and sank into the soil.
Holding a long piano in his arms, the strings of the long piano were broken several times, and the reddish wood of the piano was stained with blood, showing a little mottled.
The Qinhuang Palace is heavily guarded, and it is very difficult to escape.
He heard the sound of waves, turned his ears aside, and looked aside blankly.
In front of him was a long river flowing towards the east, with intermittent waves, across his path.
The man stood by the bank of the long river holding the piano, with a smile on his face.
But he didn't go any further, and sat cross-legged by the river, putting the Changqin on his lap.
Pressing the hands on the strings, it seems to be playing, but the strings have been broken, and the sound of the piano is humming intermittently, and it is impossible to connect a piece of music.
But the smile on the man's face remained the same, and the song ended.
In the distance of the night, someone was chasing him from afar, all holding swords in their hands.
The man playing the piano raised his head and asked softly: "If there is no chaos in the world, what will be the fate of you and me?"
If it weren't for being displaced in troubled times, everyone would have nothing to worry about, and life should be without suffering, right
He entered the Qin Palace originally to assassinate Qin, but thinking about it now is ridiculous.
No one answered him, and there was no one around, but he already had the answer, and he had seen all the troubles in the world.
And how to send this world back into that chaotic world
Standing up holding the Changqin, a little light appeared in front of his blind eyes.
The body leaned forward and fell into the long river.
The waves in the river flowed, ups and downs with the blood color.
"drink wine?"
"Don't drink."
"Then I drink, how about you play the piano?"
"Hehe, yes."
"Drunk as a song! Hahaha!"
The sound of the piano is gone, only the sound of the waves remains.