C65 (2/2)

”Alright, the first exhibition starts at eight. Wait for me to clean up, then we'll set off.”

By the time Old Uncle finished his work, it was already past eight o'clock. Old Uncle had his own car, a domestic car that had several years of history.

The two of them drove around half of Lengjiang City before finally arriving at the city museum.

This place was relatively remote and took up a large amount of space. In the past, there was nothing that could be done about this museum. Other than the inscriptions of some seniors from the revolutionary era, as well as some of the last few things, there was nothing else.

This time, they had actually found an ancient tomb in the western suburbs of Lengjiang City. Furthermore, that ancient tomb was from one thousand eight hundred years ago, and that was even more so.

If this city's museum was able to unearth some valuable things from those ancient tombs, then the mountain would no longer be high. With the name of an immortal, the reputation of the Lengjiang City Museum would also spread far and wide.

”Old Uncle, since your classmate is working at the city museum, have you heard of anything of a very high level?”

”I don't know about the heavy stuff, and it's a secret, so how could he tell me?” However, my greatest interest in this trip is to see Cao Cao's real work. ” Old Uncle said.

”Cao Cao's real work?”

”That's right. Cao Cao used to send his troops south to attack Dong Wu, but was defeated at the Red Cliff. He also wrote a poem called 'Short Songs'. You should know that right?”

”Of course I do.” Thinking about this, the entire poem automatically appeared in Yue Yi's mind, and he couldn't help but recite it: ”For wine and song, how high is one's life?

For example, in the morning dew, the days were much more bitter.

One should never forget his sorrow.

How could he solve this problem?

Du Kang was the only one.

Qingqing Zixu, my heart.

But as a matter of fact, he had been silent until now.

Screech, screech, cry.

I have a guest.

It was as clear as the moon.

Worry arose from it, and could not be cut off.

The more unfamiliar he was, the more useless he would be.

They would talk about the banquet and reminisce about their old graces.

The moon is bright and the stars are thin, the magpie flies south, circling the tree three times, which branch can be relied on?

The mountains are not tired of high, the sea is not tired of deep.

”When Zhou Gonggong speaks, the world will return to normal.”

”Correct, it's this” Short Songs ”song.”

”There really is a work of art here! The Three Kingdoms' government all used bamboo slips. Even after so many years had passed, they still haven't decayed?” Yue Yi was surprised.

Old Uncle looked at him in surprise, ”You know quite a lot. Bamboo slips from the Three Kingdoms' era were indeed used to store documents and archives, but the Three Kingdoms also had paper and silk. And this time's ”Short Songs” is written in silk, so it can be considered a rare item. ”