Chapter 396 (1/2)

Han Fei didn't think much, and then he was interrupted by Le Xiaotian.

”Brother, look! Is it an antique? How much is it worth? ” Le Xiaotian excitedly holds a life size bronze man, which is densely dotted with acupoints and meridians. At first glance, it's a thing of the past years.

”You're smart. If it's really an antique, you don't think people would think of selling it for a more comfortable place?” Han Fei said with a smile.

Yue Xiaotian is dumb for a moment. It's a truth to think about it, but this bronze man seems to think it's a good thing. It's much better than the plaster man displayed by the medical school.

Han Fei turned around the room. It was estimated that the things inside had been dusty for decades, and no one had touched them.

As for the woman said that those boring comic book, Han Fei also saw, do not know what age left things, are all fine brush stroke up.

The villains in the painting have no facial features, just rough human figures, one by one with unknown positions. As for the characters above, Han Fei really doesn't know them. Maybe those scholars who study ancient Chinese characters can recognize some of them.

Han Fei is also slightly puzzled. If it's really some kind of ancient writing, there's no reason to put it in the debris room like junk!

Looking at the incomplete, some of them are damp and moldy, some of them are moth eaten, all of them are powder. If there is any quintessence of Chinese culture, it will be a great loss!

After studying for a long time, Han Fei didn't see anything. Curious, he took a picture on his mobile phone and sent it to the Internet, but he didn't compare it with a similar picture. He was also a bit strange in his heart.

According to the theory of decipherment, the intermittent appearance of the same pattern text can infer the relationship between the surrounding symbols. These symbols obviously have a complete system, so there is no reason why they can't be found on the Internet!

If it's a rare ancient writing, it's fair to say that it's carved on tortoise shell pottery, but it's written on kraft paper with a brush. It's obvious that the people who left this book know the writing on it.

If there had been nothing for hundreds or thousands of years, there would have been no oxidation residue left. Han Fei estimated that this book would last three or four generations. But why can't he find the slightest clue on the Internet? It's really strange.

”Brother, these are not martial arts secrets. If you find these in a cave, will you go to heaven immediately?” Le Xiaotian asked excitedly.

Han Fei laughed: ”you think too much, study your bronze man well.”

Han Fei then continued to read the rest of the old books, which were all made of kraft paper and thread bound. They were all written down with a fine brush. The characters on them changed a little. As for the symbols, they were almost the same.

Han Fei has a vague feeling that such a pile of ancient books, like waste paper, seems to be more like research notes. As for what he studies, Han Fei has no idea at all.

Han Fei's judgment is naturally based on this. For example, the villains in the first three books are almost the same, but there are some differences in some details. The words above seem to be a large number of records and analysis made for the differences in these details.

But if you can't recognize the words on it, it doesn't make sense if it's rotten. Moreover, even if you can translate the words into Chinese characters that you can understand, it seems to be a waste of effort.

There are almost forty or fifty such ancient books. Predecessors have studied so many, but they have not come up with anything. They are full of reading these failed notes.

As the woman said, these comic books are just reading to relieve boredom.

Han Fei immediately put these books back to their original position. Looking at the notes and bronze figures, there is a huge eight diagrams painted on the wall. He doesn't know what the family's ancestors did.

Han Fei didn't care, and finally turned his eyes to the censer in front of the statue.

This is a ceramic censer. It's the size of a sea bowl for soup. If it's true, maybe this censer can still be an antique.

Han Fei wiped a little dust on the stove, and then he gave up the unrealistic idea. There was no other reason. On the piece he wiped off, there were five small words: ”long live Chairman Mao”.

Han Fei smiles. At this moment, a woman's scream comes from the door, accompanied by the roar of the engine.

As soon as Han Fei's face changed, he quickly walked out of the house. The careless censer didn't put down steadily, and fell to the ground with a bang. The soot and dust accumulated for decades instantly dispersed.

Han Fei didn't care. Now people have problems. Who cares about a broken censer!

Soon after they left, the smoke and dust slowly spread out. In a thick pile of incense ash, a corner of a piece of square jade was suddenly exposed. The soft color light was reflected in the sun, and some marks were engraved on it, which was quite similar to those little people in ancient books.

When Han Fei and Le Xiaotian arrived at the door, they were surrounded by people outside. At least 40 gangsters with sticks blocked the door.

The leader was a big man with a shaved head, a cottage cigar in his mouth, a pair of Tyrannosaurus Rex glasses on his face, and a pair of golf clubs in his hand.