Zhou Zhi smiled and said: "Sister, because oracle bone inscriptions were systematically discovered in modern times. Xu Shen of the Eastern Han Dynasty and Xu Kai of the Southern Tang Dynasty had never seen oracle bone inscriptions at all, or they had seen very few bronze inscriptions and seal scripts.

It is the earliest systematic textual evidence that they can interpret existing characters. Therefore, their explanation is based on the literal meaning of Xiaozhuan characters."

"So...so..." Wei Yi was shocked beyond measure. She had vaguely seen Zhou Zhi's ambition, and was so frightened by the magnitude of his ambition that she became incoherent.

"Redefining the study of exegesis, based on Xiaozhuan, and going back one thousand two hundred years, using oracle bone inscriptions as the new writing basis, retracing the origin of our Chinese civilization!"

“Only by carrying on the past can we move forward. Only by understanding our own national genetic roots can we not be confused by various trends on the road ahead. Only by clearing our goals, ideas and methods can we move forward firmly and confidently.

Your own way of development!”

"I can't think of anything greater than doing this in my life!"

"Elbow!" Miss Wei Yi was so excited that her eyes filled with tears. She took out the chicken leg from the chicken soup basin and said, "This is for you to eat! But in the future...if you forget what you said today, I, I will beat you with a yellow wattle stick.

you!"

After saying that, he picked another one: "Well, Qiao Mu's sprint in his senior year was also hard."

Wei Fei had already picked up the bowl, but found that his sister's heart was elsewhere: "Sister!"

"What are you doing?" Wei Yi then saw that his own brother had been neglected. After thinking about it, he picked a chicken paw and threw it into his bowl: "I'll give you a paw to make it a diligent hand!"

Wei Fei: "..."

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Swinging sheep's horns start from the end of Qingping. Any great ideal initially touches someone's heart with just a glimmer of light.

When the dim light gradually becomes brighter and illuminates the soul thoroughly, it can give people a huge spiritual power.

Of course, more often than not, these glimmers of light will disappear and disappear in the trivial aspects of life, turning into a smile or a bitter smile that is accidentally recalled, and then placed in a corner, while the owner continues to rush for reality.

The world rotates in reality, not in ideals.

Just like Zhou Zhi now, holding a shovel in one hand, he would add a shovelful of rice husks into the oven from time to time, covering the charcoal fire below and letting it emit smoke, while reading "The Thorn Birds" that Miss Wei Yi found for him.

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Between the two bamboo chairs is a small wooden table with an earthenware stove on it. There is a dark kettle on the earthenware stove, which uses charcoal fire to heat water.

Next to it is a purple clay teapot, three cups, and a bag of peanuts and melon seeds.

Zhou Zhi is taking care of the bacon at home.

Nowadays, on the top floor of every residential building, there is a large wooden box with a hole in the upper part, the inside is filled with nails, and bamboo poles are placed on the top and in the middle.

This is the smoking shed. After the bacon sausages that need to be smoked are cured and dried, they need to be moved here to open the smoking shed, hang all the meat in, fill it up, and then burn a charcoal brazier underneath and cover it with cypress leaves and peanuts.

Shells, sugar cane peels, peppercorns, spices, rice husks, rice bran... make the charcoal brazier emit thick smoke.

Then close the smoking shed to control the amount of smoke and avoid open flames. It takes a day of smoking from morning to night before the bacon and sausages are completely smoked.

Usually this work is done by adults on weekends. After all, the meat is quite expensive, so it would be a pity if it was burned by naughty children.

Unless the children in the family are older than the second grade of junior high school, but at that time the children start to be rebellious and active, and staying in the fumigation shed for a whole day is considered a hard job for them.

However, Zhou Zhi's family does not have this problem. My mother has long known that it is very easy to make this child sit for a whole day, just give him a big book.

Starting from the fifth grade of elementary school, Zhou Zhi has been doing this job.

As Zhou Zhi grew older, he occasionally had friends around him to "help" him.

Feng Xueshan was standing on the long-abandoned laundry table on the roof of the building. The laundry table was right at the exit of the stairs on the small building structure that Zhou Zhi called the "gun tower". On the flat roof of the gun tower, there was placed the big pigeon that Zhou Zhi had built for Guan Tingting.

cage.

It's said to be a pigeon cage, but it's actually a wooden house that you can walk in directly when you open the door.

Feng Xueshan spread her hands, holding a handful of corn, and placed it on the roof of the blockhouse. Two pigeons walked back and forth in her hands, taking a bite from time to time.

This pigeon loft used to be very prosperous. Zhou Zhi's pigeons were obtained by the fourth cousin from the pigeon association. They are actually homing pigeons with very good pedigree. But now the conditions do not allow it, so they are mixed with the "good-looking pigeons" raised by Guan Tingting.

, the bloodline aspect is completely ruined.

Accompanying the collapse of the bloodline is a peak of fertility and incubation.

After Guan's mother discovered that the corn bran at home was digesting too quickly, she began to pay attention to her daughter's pigeons, which numbered as many as twenty or thirty.

This was a big expense for the family, so she decided not to do it, so Guan's mother took the plunge. First, she used pigeon eggs to lure Guan Tingting, and then she attacked the big pigeons.

At that time, there were rats in the pigeonhouse on the top floor, and the rats did not bite the small pigeons, but only the fat and tender pigeons. I often saw Guan Tingting holding a braised pigeon with tears in her eyes, chewing it fragrant and sweet.

Occasionally, old pigeons cannot escape the "rat's mouth", and then Guan Tingting will stew the pigeons with a cup of Gastrodia elata to "replenish their brains" for Zhou Zhi.

This is also a very strange thing. Tingting's mother has never given Gastrodia pigeon cups to her daughter who is not very good at studying. She always only cares about the taste of the pigeons given to Guan Tingting, not the efficacy.

It seems that using your brain should be a matter for the person downstairs, but my daughter does not need to do the same.

Later, Zhou Zhi encouraged his mother to make some insinuations, and the answer he got was - "It can't be worth it."

The implication is that no matter how much gastrodia stewed pigeon my daughter eats, it will be useless, so she might as well give up.

It turns out that Guan Mama considers it from the perspective of input-output ratio!

Now the number of pigeons has reduced to about ten, and the rat problem has miraculously disappeared.

The reason why the "pigeon mouth" no longer grows is that Guan Tingting has developed a good habit of eating pigeon eggs.

"Sister Xueshan." The small door of the pigeon house opened, and Guan Tingting walked out. She was so frightened that the pigeons in Feng Xueshan's hands flew away: "Five!"

"Give it to me." Feng Xueshan stretched out her hands and asked Guan Tingting to put the egg in her hand: "Tingting, be careful when you come down."

Although the laundry table was abandoned, there was still water in the faucet. Feng Xueshan washed the pigeon eggs, sat down on the small chair next to Zhou Zhi, opened the dark pot lid and put the pigeon eggs in: "What a broken pot?

So heavy."

"This is called a cauldron, a silver cauldron, from Yongle in the Ming Dynasty." Zhou Zhi raised his eyes from the book, lifted up the black silver cauldron, refilled the purple clay pot with water, put the silver cauldron away and picked up the purple clay pot.

Cup continues.

"Does Ming Yongle boil water faster?"

"Uh... Actually, it's better to burn it more slowly... It's not important to feed this, right?" Zhou Zhi picked up the cup: "The important thing shouldn't be that I'm boiling water in the Ming Yongle lotus handle silver cauldron to make tea, enjoying the ancient style... etc.
Chapter completed!