Chapter 169 "Suppressing Yishui in the Eighth Year of Jianchu Year" (3K)
When he heard that Le Miao had a way to open the box, Fang Yan knew he had found the right person.
At this moment, he was also quite curious. How should he open the box that he had not opened for a long time?
"So, how should I open it?" Fang Yan asked Le Miao.
Le Miao said:
"To open this box, special tools are needed."
"What special tool?" Fang Yan's curiosity was piqued.
Le Miao held the middle of the box, then made a rotating movement, and said to the dialect at the same time:
"This...a tool that can create centrifugal force."
Dialect suddenly dawned:
"You mean, there is a mechanism inside that requires centrifugal force to open?"
Le Miao nodded and said:
"Well, the structure of this box is somewhat like a Luban box that can be opened by centrifugal force thrown out by rotation."
"However, the centrifugal force required for this box must be very large. Just rotating it by hand cannot shake the latch inside it."
"Generally in ancient times, a special tool was needed to create such a large centrifugal force, but now it is much simpler."
Fang Yan now understood the meaning.
In his previous life, he had seen a similar box. If he put it on the table and turned it gently, the latch inside would be thrown from the middle to both ends by centrifugal force, thus opening the box.
Fang Yan nodded and said to Le Miao:
"I understand, you are talking about things like electric fans, wheels, or lathe chucks that can rotate at high speed."
Le Miao stopped what she was doing and said:
"Yes, that's what you understand."
Fang Yan looked around, thought for a moment, and remembered that there was an electric fan next to his examination table, so he said:
"An electric fan should work, and then just use something to fix it."
Le Miao nodded, basically agreeing with his plan.
Next, Fang Yan went to the front and removed the protective cover of the electric fan for his own use, and then tied the wooden box to it.
In order to prevent it from flying away, he also tied it in a few more places and fixed it in the middle of the electric fan.
But after doing this, Fang Yan still felt uneasy. After all, the dynamic balance must not have been carefully adjusted after turning like this, and it might be thrown away by centrifugal force.
This box made of iron birch is basically the same as steel, so it's not fun to hit someone.
So Fang Yan moved the electric fan to the house in the backyard, told others not to watch, and then plugged in the electric fan lying down alone.
"Buzz buzz..."
These days, when the iron blades of electric fans are started, they always make this somewhat overwhelming sound.
Fang Yan saw the electric fan turning slowly and starting to speed up.
Although it is only the lowest gear, it still turns very fast.
The iron birch box tied to it suddenly appeared as a black shadow.
"Gah..." There was a sound, and Fang Yan saw the afterimage distorted. He quickly unplugged the plug, and the iron birch box was thrown to the ground with a "clang".
Many of the cloth strips tied above have been broken.
There is only one lonely one hanging on it.
That was added after the dialect.
The bluestone on the ground even had a white mark made by the iron birch box.
If it hadn't been tied up, it would have flown by now.
Fang Yan hurriedly went up and picked up the wooden box.
He pushed and found that it didn't move.
"How's it going?" Le Miao pushed open the door and entered after hearing the movement inside.
Everyone else was pushed ahead by her.
Dialect said speechlessly:
"It may be that there is not enough time, the force is not strong enough, or maybe the mechanism is old. Anyway, the mechanism inside should not be shaking."
Le Miao stretched out her hand:
"Let me try."
When Fang Yan heard this, he handed it to Le Miao directly.
Le Miao put it on the ground, then found a place with his hands and broke it hard.
"Click!" The box made a crisp sound.
"It's open!" Le Miao said.
Fang Yan was startled. He looked carefully and found that the box in Le Miao's hand had been opened with a very thin crack.
Where there was a tight fit before, a gap appeared.
"I'll do it!" Fang Yan saw that Le Miao didn't have the strength to break it open, so he immediately said he would do it.
Le Miao said:
"Put it flat on the ground so you can break it apart with force."
Fang Yan nodded, indicating that he understood, then took his hand and started to use Le Miao's technique.
Maybe it took too long, even though Fang Yan had practiced martial arts, and his strength was different from ordinary people, it was very difficult to break.
Seeing the crack widening little by little, Le Miao and Fang Yan both widened their eyes, wondering if there was a dagger inside as Le Miao said.
With a "click", Fang Yan finally opened the box.
The next second, a bright golden color appeared in front of their eyes.
"It's gold!" Fang Yan was startled.
Then after he saw it clearly, he immediately changed his words and said:
"Hey, that's not right!"
As he spoke, he pulled out the golden color from the box.
It turned out to be a short sword made of gold.
No wonder it was so heavy when I first bought it. Le Miao came over and looked at the golden dagger in Fang Yan's hand, and her eyes widened in surprise.
She sighed:
"With such a short sword, I am afraid that only the loyal Lord Shi Heng can be so generous."
Fang Yan shook his weight and said:
“It’s worth a lot of money just by the weight of gold.”
Le Miao said:
"This is an antique, at least hundreds of years old. It's not just gold."
"The very existence of it can prove Shi Heng's status and money at that time. It is really impossible for ordinary people to use such a big golden sword to control the house."
Fang Yan looked at the golden dagger, it was shining brightly.
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The pattern on it looks like it has just been carved.
Fang Yan saw some words under the sword hilt, but he didn't recognize them and pointed at Le Miao:
"You see there are words here, it should be the name of this sword."
"Why is it seal script?" Le Miao was startled.
After hearing this, Fang Yan felt something was wrong and asked:
"The Ming Dynasty used seal script?"
Le Miao shook her head, and then began to carefully identify the seal scripts, and heard her slowly read:
"In the first eight years of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Yishui was suppressed."
"Such a long name?" Fang Yan asked.
Le Miao shook his head, looked at the sword up and down, and then said:
"No, that's not a name, and the sword style doesn't seem to be from the Ming Dynasty."
Fang Yan looked at the words on it and asked:
"Zhen Yishui? Yishui seems to be in Luoyang, Henan, right?"
Le Miao nodded:
"Well, Yishui is a tributary of Luo River and has a very important cultural status in history."
Fang Yan thought for a while and then said:
"Li Shangyin's: Yishui splashes and flows away from each other, a few people are swimming in the Zhulan Painting Pavilion... Li Bai's: The flow of hatred is sent to Yishui, how can there be poverty if it is full... Bai Juyi's: Get off your horse and walk leisurely in Yishuitou, the cool breeze and clear scenery are beautiful Spring outing..."
Le Miao looked at Fang Yan with a surprised expression:
"You know a lot!?"
Fang Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said to her:
"I just don't know much about antiques, nor do I know geography or ancient poetry..."
Le Miao laughed. Just now, she had subconsciously regarded Fang Yan as a novice who didn't know anything.
Fang Yan shook the sword in his hand, brought the topic back, and asked Le Miao:
"But speaking of it, what does this Zhen Yishui mean in the eighth year of Jianchu's reign?"
Le Miao stopped smiling, tapped her forehead with her fingers, and whispered:
"In ancient China, it was a common practice to use swords as sacrifices or town objects."
"Suppression should be suppression. In the eighth year of the founding of the People's Republic of China...let me think about it."
"The seal script should be from the Qin and Han Dynasties, so this is Jianchu..."
After pondering for about ten seconds, she suddenly said excitedly:
"I remembered!"
"The eighth year of Jianchu was the reign name of Emperor Zhang of the Eastern Han Dynasty Liu Jin, and Zhang Heng was born in the third year of Jianchu."
The dialect suddenly dawned on him... He had heard of Zhang Heng before, from the text in his previous life when he was a kid, about the seismometer.
At this time Le Miao pointed to the sword in Fang Yan's hand and said:
"This sword must have some background. Just wait, I'll find the book right away."
"..." Fang Yan watched Le Miao run out quickly, looking even more excited than him.
He looked at the golden dagger in his hand.
I found the workmanship to be really exquisite.
At this time, Fang Yan's eyes fell on the box again.
Inside the box are engraved three characters in regular script "Zhen Shi Zhai".
Le Miao's judgment just now was correct, this box should indeed be made by Shi Heng.
Fang Yan picked up the box and planned to check its structure.
Then suddenly I realized that there seemed to be something else in the box.
A piece of jade.
In the box, where the sword tip is pointed, it is embedded in a groove.
Fang Yan used force and pulled it out for him.
A piece of jadeite with a green body was carved out by exquisite carvers into a monster with antlers.
It looks like a monster with a big mouth and dense fish scales on its body.
It looks lively, but also naive.
This should be Chi Kiss.
The sword was placed in the box just to nail it to the house.
Fang Yan looked around at the jade and saw no special words except for the exquisite carvings.
"Found it, found it!" After a while, Le Miao came back and ran back with two books.
She came to Fang Yan, opened one of the books, and said:
"You see, there is a record in the "Ancient and Modern Swords and Swords" written by Tao Hongjing of the Southern Dynasty: Emperor Zhang was in power for thirteen years. In the eighth year of his reign, he forged a golden sword and ordered it to be thrown into the Yishui River to hate people's knees."
Then I opened another one:
"There is a saying in "Shui Jing" written by Guo Pu of the Eastern Jin Dynasty: "There is something in the Yishui River, which is like a human knee with claws on its head. A person often disappears in the bath and never comes back. "The sword recorded above should be the sword used to suppress this monster."
"A simple translation means that in the eighth year of Jian'an, a monster appeared in Yishui. It looked like a human knee and had claws on its head. As long as someone bathed in Yishui, it would immediately sink to the bottom and disappear. , so Emperor Zhang of the Han Dynasty Liu Jin had such a golden sword cast and put it into the Yishui. Then the monster was suppressed and people went to take a bath and nothing happened. "
"Shi Heng used this sword to control the house, which is indeed in line with the allusion of the Ten Thousand Blades Sword."
When Fang Yan heard Le Miao's words, he picked up his sword in surprise and asked:
"So, should this be an antique from the eighth year of the Eastern Han Dynasty? Or is it an imitation made by Shi Heng for the purpose of building a house?"
PS: The 6,000-word basic chapter has been updated, and there will be more updates later.
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