Chapter 560 Official Suitcase
"Official Suitcase? But...it is made of wood." Xu Hui felt very strange.
“This is just a name. There is a saying that such a box was first made of leather and was mainly used in government offices to place official documents and stationery.”
“Because it is easy to carry. , so in ancient times, students rushing to take exams and officials often carried it with them when traveling, so craftsmen commonly called it "official" "Leather suitcase". "
"Although the official suitcase was initially used to store valuables such as stationery and documents, its function was soon discovered by the family members, and its function of storing documents was gradually lost. , but gradually developed into a tool for storing ancient women’s toiletries or valuables.”
"Especially when a folding mirror frame is added to the space under the top cover, the official suitcase becomes an indispensable dressing appliance in the boudoir."
"So the official suitcase becomes Made of wood, made of wood There are two types here, one is the men's model that opens as a platform, and the other is the women's model that is combined with a frame."
"The men's model can store letters, seals, or other items. Used for literary play and the four treasures of the study ."
"For women's makeup mirrors, combs, hairpins, and jewelry bracelets."
"Let me introduce them." Mr. Sun put on his gloves lovingly. caressing the box Zi: "The shape of this official suitcase is of the Zhuding type. The so-called Zhuding style means that the top is raised like the roof of an ancient Chinese building, with four main ridges surrounding it to form a small flat top, similar to the shape of a seal letter."
"Because the wood of huanghuali is very delicate, the lines carved along the top are very fine and the details are in place."
"The two door panels on the front are made of one piece of wood, with an undulating pattern like mountains. It is very gorgeous and beautiful. The same is true for the texture. "
"The box body and the back of the box lid are reinforced with rectangular hinges. This round one is called a noodle leaf, and this one is a cloud head. The pattern is called a racket, and the opening on the racket corresponds to the button on the surface. The top cover can be locked with a lock. "There are copper lifting rings on both sides of the box, which is convenient for carrying out. This handle is called an incisor plate, and it shows a good aesthetic appeal as a whole. "
Mr. Sun reached out and tried the front door of the box, but found that it could not be opened.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Jiang Shuyi quickly stepped forward and opened the lid of the box, and everyone discovered that the top of the lid was a spectacle frame with a lotus leaf holder. There is a chain connecting the top and the body of the box, which holds the lid. This design is very thoughtful. When opened, there is a standing mirror.
This mirror is a bronze mirror, which has become blurred without maintenance for many years. However, there is also a simple dressing mirror sold by a supply and marketing cooperative inside, which is probably left by the hostess.
Jiang Shuyi took out the modern glass mirror, and everyone discovered that there was a square frame above the inner top of the box below. There were fifty-five twenty-five grids in the frame, twenty of which were on top. There are Chinese characters, and five are empty.
"Grandpa Sun, there is a mechanism here." Jiang Shuyi introduced to Mr. Sun.
"This... this is... a poetry code lock?" Mr. Sun was a little surprised.
“It doesn’t seem to be an ordinary poetry code lock.” Zhou Zhi was also very curious.
Poetry code locks appeared very early in China and became very popular in the Qing Dynasty.
That thing is similar to the digital code lock used for suitcases in later generations. Set three numbers, and when the three numbers are the same as the code, the lock can be opened.
The same is true for poetry code locks, but it is simpler. It is usually a wheel with four or five characters, and is turned into an auspicious saying or poem, such as "Ten thousand taels of gold", "Home" "Everything will be prosperous" and so on, the lock can be opened.
But the one in front of me is different and seems to be much more complicated.
"One, still, thing, forced, not, treat, encounter, night, wind, courtyard, smoke, rain, Lang, anger, flower, morning, come, disappear, full, king. There are two in total Ten words. This should be a five-character poem. Poetry." Mr. Sun counted the numbers and looked at Zhou Zhi: "Wen Quxing, it's up to you."
"Ah, what, I'm afraid you are the only one who can come here." Fei Guan said.
Zhou Zhi nodded to Zhang Weiran: "Weiran, let's try?"
Zhang Weiran took the paper and pen that Mr. Sun found: "We have to find the words that can be used as rhymes first."
"Well, there are also a few words that have a high probability of forming phrases." Zhou Zhi said Thinking about the other end: "Looking at these words, there is a high probability that they are a poem about resentment." "Yes. , anger and morning; one, leaning, night; Xun and Jun."
"Well, wind and rain, flower morning, garden, flower rain, flower affairs, one night, don't wait, Lang. Jun..."
"There are also Manyuan, Xunhua..."
The two of them lowered their heads and thought for a while, and Zhang Weiran said: "Yes! The flowers are still angry when the rain is forced, and the wind does not wait for the morning. Well... these are two sentences, Ah Lang came to meet you at night... this... this matter about the whole courtyard Eliminate? ”
"Let's do this: The man comes to meet you at night, and the wind does not wait for the morning. The whole courtyard is gone...Ah no, the whole hospital is gone, and the rain is forcing the flowers to be angry?"
"Wow Weiran, you are so awesome! "Xu Hui's eyes were full of little stars.
"He is out of order, and the meaning of his sentences is so convoluted that it is difficult to understand the meaning. Blind worship of Hui Hui is not necessary." Zhou Zhi was still thinking about his own ideas, and criticized Xu Hui by the way.
“No matter, let’s try it first!”
So Zhang Weiran, Xu Hui, and Jiang Shuyi began to arrange poems.
Twenty characters and five spaces are empty. It takes some trouble to push the characters to the position you want. This weird mechanism box is not that simple.
Zhou Zhi has also begun to make progress, but he does not just think about words, but combines phonology. This way the choice is more limited, and the combinations are reduced a lot, and the difficulty is also reduced. .
Ai, the rhyme of morning as a five-character poem is not very good, let alone one, lean, night, so-and-so lean, it doesn’t sound like a good poem.
The only option is probably Xunhejun.
As for the end of the whole poem, it can only be the word "jun", and it is most likely the fixed word in the poem about boudoir - Lang Jun.
Lang is a flat tone, so the flat rhythm of this poem should be:
廄廄平平廄,
平平廄廄 Smoke,
Ping Ping Ping Ping PingZhe
廄廄廄郎君.
At this step, if you put the corresponding phrases in, things will become much simpler...
"This song is wrong." Xu Hui finally shook her head in disappointment: "This It’s too difficult.”
“Then try. This one." Zhou Zhi took the pen and wrote down the verse he had recommended: "It's actually not too difficult. Combining the pronunciation, these twenty words can be roughly solved."
Zhang Weiran. I snatched the paper away and saw the poem written:
After a night of wind and rain,
in the morning the courtyard was filled with smoke.
I am still angry when things are pressing,
I don’t treat my husband well.
"Okay! The rhyme and the meaning of the poem have been completely understood in one go!" Although Mr. Sun is not good at composing poetry, he can at least read it. I feel that this carefully thought out poem is most likely to be the correct answer.
After everyone spent some effort to put together Zhou Zhi's poems, Jiang Shuyi tried the box door, raised her head and shook her head at Zhou Zhi in disappointment.
“Can’t open it?” Zhou Zhi and Mr. Sun both felt unbelievable.
“It really still can’t be opened.” Xu Hui still tried and shook her head.
"What's going on... It can't be anything else..." Zhou Zhi looked down at the poem and tapped the table with his fingers: "What is the problem... ”
(End of this chapter)