Chapter 5: Ancient Writing

As soon as this idea came out, Zhong Yuan was startled by it. If there were really people in this place, it would be disastrous if he was caught trespassing into someone's cave. Zhong Yuan never thought he could provoke the cave master here. Just looking at the methods he encountered when he came in and out, Zhong Yuan knew that even with 100 people, he couldn't catch up with them, let alone because this was still their territory.

But no, looking at the burlap robe hanging on the opposite wall, Zhong thought to himself, no one should be wearing this outfit in this era, right? Even if there is a reclusive master or something living here, if you want to wear this kind of clothing, you still need to have a place to buy it, right? At least Zhongyuan doesn't know where to sell hemp cloth.

Zhong Yuan walked over and reached for the clothes, wanting to confirm if they were really made of linen. As soon as his hand touched the clothes, Zhong Yuan felt that they were very fragile, and as soon as he touched them, they broke apart and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Seeing this, Zhongyuan breathed a sigh of relief. At least one thing could be confirmed: no one had been here for a long time, otherwise his clothes wouldn't have been torn like this. As for why this place is so clean, Zhongyuan took it for granted when he thought of the big tree outside. In fact, there is more than that strange thing. Zhongyuan has never found a lamp since he came in, and the whole cave is dark. Although it won't affect Zhongyuan, what should the previous owner of the cave do when it gets dark? Unless he has night vision function like himself, which is quite likely, "Zhong Yuan nodded lightly.

After realizing that this should be an ownerless cave, Zhong Yuan also relaxed and ran to the desk to look at the things on the table. Several brushes were placed in a bamboo tube, but Zhong Yuan knew that these brushes would definitely not be used. Sure enough, Zhong Yuan picked up one and saw that the hair in front of the brush had become brittle. With a gentle touch, it fell to the ground. He placed the brush back on the bamboo tube, and Zhong Yuan turned his gaze to another pile of things next to the bamboo tube, including a bracelet, an inkstone, and a pile of bamboo slips. He didn't touch it for a long time and scattered them after leaving for a while.

What Zhong Yuan is most interested in now are these bamboo slips. Maybe he remembers the origin of the big tree outside. Zhong Yuan reached out his hand just to get the bamboo slips, but suddenly stopped and raised his hand to pat his head. He was foolish, knowing that these things had been stored for a long time and would be damaged if touched, he still used his hand to get them.

After thinking for a moment, Zhong Yuan released his mental energy and wrapped a roll of bamboo slips onto the table, gently spreading them out. Sure enough, although the bamboo slips were still good, the threads that threaded them together were all broken. With just Zhong Yuan spreading them out, the bamboo slips became one by one and bamboo strips. Zhong Shangyuan secretly rejoiced that he didn't use his hands to hold these bamboo slips just now, otherwise he wouldn't know how to arrange them in order if they were knocked apart.

There weren't many bamboo slips in this roll, and the table was also very long, so all the books were spread out. Zhong Yuan looked at the contents of the bamboo slips.

Looking at the things written on the bamboo slips, Zhong Yuan was speechless. He had at least two libraries in his head, but he didn't recognize any of the things on the slips.

Moving the book forward, Zhong Yuan picked up another roll and spread it on the table.

Wuwuwu, Zhongyuan has a feeling of wanting to cry. How long has it been since he graduated from college? He even went to two libraries specifically to read books. Why did he become illiterate when he came here?

After feeling depressed for a while, Zhongyuan withdrew from this bedroom. He no longer wanted to see the other bamboo slips. The blow was too great, and he thought he was knowledgeable, right? But now it seems nothing.

Temporarily letting go of the depression in his heart, Zhong Yuan walked towards a small hole on the left. The bedroom was located in the center, with two holes on each side. He decided to go to the left first to take a look. To make it clear, there was no door or anything in this cave, and people could enter and exit without any problems. However, he couldn't see anything inside and couldn't even stretch his psychic power. But with his experience at the cave entrance just now, Zhong Yuan didn't take it to heart. Strange things became commonplace after seeing them many times.

Entering the cave and looking at the things inside, Zhong Yuan felt a headache. The cave was much bigger than the bedroom just now. More than 10 wooden shelves were arranged in the cave, extending high to the top of the cave. These shelves were filled with bamboo slips and silk books. On the farthest shelf, Zhong Yuan also saw some things resembling turtle shells and animal bones. Without guessing, Zhong Yuan knew that there must be something recorded on them. Zhong Yuan was depressed and felt that the owner of the cave was still an intellectual. In the cave, Zhong Yuan's psychic power had little effect. He extended his psychic power to look at the words on those turtle shells and animal bones. Zhong Yuan sighed. Sure enough, I don't know anyone.

After learning about the things in this cave, Zhongyuan didn't go inside either. These more than ten shelves were truly precious, and God knows what earth shattering things were recorded inside. However, due to being stored for too long, they would break at the slightest touch. The bamboo slips were still good, but the silk books were not. If one Zhongyuan was damaged, there would be no place to cry.

After exiting the cave, Zhongyuan walked towards the last one. Walking into the cave, Zhongyuan saw a desk and several jade stones placed on it at first glance. Zhongyuan walked over and picked up the jade stones on the desk. All of them had been processed into blocks, except for a few blank ones. There were also a few pieces on the side that were already engraved with strange patterns. For some reason, Zhongyuan felt very comfortable when he saw the patterns on those jade stones. He shook his head and looked between the two piles of jade stones. In the middle of the two small piles of jade stones, there was a black carving knife. Although he didn't know how long it had been placed, it still gave people a sharp feeling.

Zhong Yuan picked up the carving knife and a blank piece of jade, gently carving on it for a moment. It was beyond Zhong Yuan's imagination that the jade in his hand seemed to have lost any hardness, leaving a deep mark on it. What a sharp carving knife! Of course, Zhong Yuan wouldn't think it was a jade problem. This carving knife is a treasure.

After finishing reading the things on the table, Zhong Yuan finally looked at a few other things in the hole. On the side against the wall, there was a shelf with scattered miscellaneous items, but most of them were not familiar to Zhong Yuan. What caught Zhong Yuan's attention was a pile of neatly arranged jade blocks on the shelf on the first floor. Zhong Yuan walked over and looked at them. These jade blocks had already been carved and divided into several piles according to the pattern style. Zhong Yuan counted more than 10 piles of jade blocks, each of which was more than 20. Zhong Yuan couldn't understand why these things were used. Could it be that the previous owner of this place was still... A jade craftsman? Opening a box in the corner of the wall and looking at the piles of beautiful jade inside, Zhong Yuan felt even more right. Even if the owner was not a jade craftsman, he must have had a part-time job, and this cave was probably a studio.

Glancing at the things in this hole hastily, Zhong Yuan remembered the big tree outside again. As soon as he thought of the big tree outside and the light path coming in, Zhong Yuan admired the owner of this place. Although the owner of this place is no longer there, there are probably some records left here! The thought of those divine clocks in my imagination makes my mouth water.

I can't do it anymore, I'm going crazy, guarding a pile of books but I don't know a single word. Zhong Yuan was so anxious, but not knowing him doesn't mean no one knows him! At least Zhongyuan knew that Xiaoyue'er's mother must know these words. It's not just about having connections to get into that position as an archaeologist, one also needs to have the ability to do so!

Zhong Yuan won't let others know about the things here until he has figured them out. Although he can't let Xiao Yue'er's mother and her friends come over, it doesn't mean he can't let Yue'er's mother and her friends give him some ancient literature materials. Others don't know about Zhong Yuan, but if he asks for those materials, Zhong Yuan is still confident.

I can't help but think about this clock anymore. As long as I get these ancient texts, I can know the contents recorded inside?