Bind to the collection system, I became a national treasure

Chapter 253 "Tao Te Ching"

Time flies, time flies like an arrow.

2015 has passed by unknowingly, and the workers in Shanghai have also welcomed their first holiday in 16 years.

Bai Xi waved her hand and extended the three-day New Year's Day holiday to five days, which in turn brought cheers of "The boss is the most beautiful."

Just when the others in Bai Zetongming finally had their break, Bai Xi was waiting nervously in his own villa.

A week has passed since Wu Shunqing's team arrived and Dong Wenhui's team left. Since the arrival of Wu Shunqing's team, they only rested for half a day and then devoted all their energy to repairing and restoring this batch of water-soaked bamboo slips from the Spring and Autumn Period.

Wu Shunqing is a top international expert in the restoration and restoration of water-logged bamboo slips. He has the same qualities and personality as Zheng Daoquan and Zhou Huahai. In his work, he has always been serious and rigorous, focused and careful. Under his leadership, his team has made great progress in work. Always moving forward.

After a long wait of several days, Bai Xi watched with his own eyes as the water-soaked bamboo slips that had shrunk into dry sticks were transformed into something magical in the hands of experts such as Wu Shunqing. They gradually stretched, opened, and grew larger, and finally became the bamboo slips that Bai Xi had imagined.

Decolorization and dehydration are two essential steps in the restoration and restoration of water-saturated bamboo slips. Now that the dehydration step has been completed, the next step is the crucial decolorization step, which will directly determine whether the restored water-saturated bamboo slips can reveal text. Come.

At this moment, Bai Xi stood in front of the temporary test bench in the living room, looking at the water-soaked bamboo slips soaked in the ten containers in front of her. There was a hint of anticipation and nervousness in her eyes.

"Miss Bai, shall we begin now?"

Wu Shunqing is almost 70 this year. Although his hair is gray and his skin is sagging, he does not look old at all. He is energetic and strong with age.

"Director Wu, let's get started."

In response to Wu Shunqing's question, Bai Xi took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

After hearing this, Wu Shunqing said nothing more and directed the researchers in the team to start the final step of repairing and restoring the water-soaked bamboo slips, which was the decolorization process.

Soon, five researchers approached the experimental platform and began to get busy as planned.

Time passed by, and the whole living room was silent.

Bai Xi and Wu Shunqing stood in front of the experimental table, silently watching the operations of the five researchers. Compared with Wu Shunqing, an expert, Bai Xi was confused, but in order to avoid distracting these researchers, he did not ask any more questions.

Anyway, Bai Xi only cares about the result, and she really doesn't care about the specific process.

About half an hour later, the researcher on the left was the first to raise her head. With a slightly surprised expression on her face, she said to Bai Xi and the others, "Director Wu, Miss Bai, my water-soaked bamboo slip has begun to show color. I can probably make out the text on it!"

As the female researcher finished speaking, the other four researchers did not react at all and were still concentrating on handling the water-logged bamboo slips in their hands. However, the other researchers and experts who were watching could not help but become curious. Due to Wu Shunqing's Authority, none of them dared to step forward to take a look, at most they could only make a few comments.

"Miss Bai, shall we go take a look?"

After a week of hard work, Wu Shunqing finally achieved results. He was naturally in a good mood. He turned to look at Bai Xi and asked with a smile.

"go!"

Bai Xi could no longer contain her excitement, so after Wu Shunqing spoke, she took the lead and walked towards the female researcher.

At this time, the successfully restored water-soaked bamboo slip had been taken out of the decolorizing solution by the female researcher. Although the surface still looked wet, it did not affect Bai Xi and others from seeing the words on it clearly.

"This doesn't seem to be the writing of the Seven Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn. This seems to be..."

"Golden inscription?"

"Golden inscription?"

Bai Xi looked at Wu Shunqing beside him with some confusion.

"Yes, this is bronze inscriptions." Wu Shunqing observed it carefully, then smiled at Bai Xi and said, "Before the Spring and Autumn Period was the Zhou Dynasty, and the mainstream writing system of the Zhou Dynasty was bronze inscriptions."

Bai Xi nodded as if he understood, then turned his attention back to the water-soaked bamboo slip in front of him, wanting to see what was written on it.

After about ten seconds, the female researcher nearby, drawing on her understanding of bronze inscriptions, stuttered out the words that appeared on the waterlogged bamboo slips: "Only those who... do not... value life... are... more virtuous than those who... value... life?"

"Only those who do not value life are virtuous, even those who value life more than others? Is there such a statement in any extant historical documents?"

Before Bai Xi could ask any questions, the female researcher quickly connected the words on the water-soaked bamboo slip, but her tone was obviously very confused.

"It sounds a bit familiar..."

Wu Shunqing frowned, looking a little thoughtful.

Bai Xi also looked confused.

Although a lot of knowledge has been instilled into us by the system, it is obviously more related to the technical field. This kind of knowledge related to the inheritance of human spiritual civilization is obviously not within the scope of the system's indoctrination.

Therefore, her understanding of classical Chinese and cultural history can only be said to be at the beginning.

"Director Wu, Miss Bai, my water-soaked bamboo slip has also successfully developed color!"

Just as Bai Xi and Wu Shunqing were thinking about it, another researcher suddenly brought good news.

After hearing this, the two people hurried over immediately.

It is still inscribed in gold, and the handwriting on this waterlogged bamboo slip is almost identical to the handwriting on the waterlogged bamboo slip just now.

Seeing this, Wu Shunqing couldn't help but speculate: "Looking at the appearance, the historical documents in this bronze tripod should have been left by the same person."

Bai Xi nodded. With her master-level painting skills, she could naturally draw inferences from one instance to another and figure out that the handwriting on these bamboo slips belonged to the same person.

At this moment, both of them were completely focused on the text on the water-soaked bamboo slip. After about two minutes, the male researcher beside them also understood the general idea and slowly began to read: "Nothing in the world is softer than water, yet it can overcome the strong. Is it because nothing can replace it?"

As the male researcher said this, Wu Shunqing, who was already frowning, felt that the words sounded even more familiar, and a "chuan"-shaped wrinkle appeared on his forehead.

Suddenly, Wu Shunqing's body trembled slightly, and then, for the first time, his old face, which had always been calm and composed, revealed an expression of extreme shock, even disbelief. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice seemed to murmur, "Could it be that the bamboo slips hidden in this bronze tripod are..."

"Tao Te Ching?!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.