Song Zhen carefully examined the oracle bones on the table, and he could vaguely guess some of the words in it, but he couldn't connect them into a text. After looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't confirm what these were, and I fell into deep thought for a while.

After pondering for a long time, Song Zhen raised his head and asked Du Zhongxiao: "How many days has the doctor received these?" ”

Du Zhongxiao said: "I have been collecting since I arrived in Xiangzhou, and it has been more than ten days now. These days, whenever I have free time, I study. ”

Song Zhen asked a little eagerly: "Did you study anything?" What kind of text are these? Where did it come from? ”

Du Zhongxiao said: "Back to Xianggong, the knowledge of the lower officials is shallow, and there are not many words to be solved here. But there is a bold guess about the origin of these oracle bones, as well as the content of the text on them. ”

"Tell me about it!" Song Itch's face showed joy, and looking at his expression, he might have thought of something.

Du Zhongxiao said: "In this place of Xiangzhou, bronze artifacts have often been dug out of the ground for more than 100 years, and there are ritual vessels among them. Therefore, according to legend, this is the capital of the Shang King River. But according to the lower officials, this statement is suspicious. Xiaguan thought that this should be the capital of the Shang Dynasty, the capital of Pangeng and Yin. The historical record 'Huanshui South, Yin Ruins', should be this place. The view of Yinxu contained in the "Water Jing Note" also coincides with Xiangzhou. "The Book of Rites" cloud, the merchant respects the gods, first the ghost and then the ritual. The lower officials thought that these oracle bones were written on the merchants' divination. ”

"Oh-" Song Zhen thought for a moment and nodded. "When I look at the text on this oracle bone, I guess it's from the Shang Dynasty, but I can't see what is written on it for a while. But I didn't expect that this might be the former capital of the Yin people. As for divination, it is also possible. ”

Du Zhongxiao can only stop at the point, and he can't talk deeply. His so-called guess is not from words at all, but the knowledge in his memory, and he temporarily flips through the book, and if he asks too much, he will be exposed. hurriedly arched his hand: "The lower officials are also guessing, why in the end, they still have to work hard for the university inquirer." ”

Song Zhen nodded again and again, patted the table with his hand, and said: "If it is really as you said, this is the old capital of the Yin people, and the words are divination, these oracle bones can be called priceless." For the affairs of the Shang Dynasty, the historical records are extremely sparse, and with these, the lack of historical books can be supplemented. ”

Du Zhongxiao said yes, in order to avoid showing timidity, he didn't say more.

Song Zhen said: "Chongwen Academy is known as the book of the world, and it hides everything, but there are very few ancient books of the pre-Qin period, and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity. With these words, I have a lot of understanding about the pre-Qin affairs. This item is too valuable to be hidden in a private home. When I go to court tomorrow, I will enshrine the Ming officials and collect these oracle bones in the Chongwen Academy, so that they can be studied by learned people in the world. ”

Du Zhongxiao arched his hand: "Xiang Gong is elegant, and he is really a model for us." ”

Song Zhen closed his eyes and thought for a while, before he said to Du Zhongxiao: "A few days ago, Zheng Xianggong of Hedong had a letter to me, saying that you have made outstanding achievements in local governance, meritorious to the country, and beneficial to the country. When he tried to enter the academy, entered the pavilion, refined his studies, and served the imperial court. You have been a Jinshi since the second year of Qingli, and five years have passed now, and you have not seen poetry in the world. I've read your article when you were a jinshi, and with all due respect, it's a bit sloppy. ”

Du Zhongxiao said helplessly: "The official text is short, although he usually works hard, but he is entangled in government affairs, and there is no great progress in the end." ”

Song Zhen nodded: "Everyone has short and long, and it is normal in this world." The academy examination has always been based on poetry, in your opinion, how sure are you? Now the four Neihan are either in the system or in the high selection of Jinshi, and it is difficult for idle articles to enter their eyes. ”

Du Zhongxiao had no choice but to sigh: "Don't hide it from the public, the poetry of the lower officials is a shortcoming, and it is often practiced in leisure, and it is mostly mediocre." This time in Beijing, if you try to make a decision, you will be an official in the local government for many years, and you still have some experience. ”

Song Zhen smiled and shook his head: "Although there are times when the pavilion also has a trial strategy, it is very rare, and it is especially impossible in the past few years. ”

Du Zhongxiao has no choice, now that the emperor is in power, it is the most time in history to call officials to test the pavilion. From this way, a large number of talents have emerged, many of whom are in high positions and have left their names in history. But one of the biggest troubles is that the emperor attaches great importance to literature, and while the status of poetry in the Jinshi examination is reduced, the status of the pavilion examination is rising.

Poetry is precisely Du Zhongxiao's shortcoming, this kind of exam is a proposition, and there is no chance of plagiarizing the poetry in his memory, and he can't be clever. Du Zhongxiao tried his best to find Song Zhen, just to want an opportunity to try his theories without trying poetry. With his own eyesight, coupled with the actual training in the local area in the past few years, Du Zhongxiao is confident that he can make a decent article on current politics. If you don't even have this ability, then die before it's too late.

Looking at Du Zhongxiao's expression, Song Zhen said: "If you can use your heart to the court, the court will definitely not fail you." I have this matter in mind, it is not early, I still have guests here, you can go back first. Don't think about it, rest assured and wait for the news. ”

Du Zhongxiao didn't know what Song Zhen's attitude was, whether he would help him, and how to help, so he had to get up and say goodbye.

When I got out of the side hall and arrived in the courtyard, I saw a nun standing there and said to a person who looked like a supervisor: "I went back to Jiangnan this time, and I didn't have any decent gifts, wouldn't it make people laugh?" In such a cold weather, I heard that the good wool cloth produced in Hedong can be used to make robes. In the same year as the father-in-law, Zheng Jingluo was a handsome man on Hedong Road, how could he not be sent to his home? If so, give me one or two to go back and make a robe to wear. ”

Du Zhongxiao hadn't heard of Song Zhen's worship of the Buddha, and looking at the appearance of this nun, she didn't look like an ordinary monk. Curious for a moment, he asked the old servant who led the way in a low voice: "Zhiyuan, I don't know who this female monk is in the house?" ”

The old servant said: "It's Xianggong's aunt and cousin, and she lives here every day." His good friend and master are still in his hometown of Changzhou, and he is in a hurry to go back to Jiangnan to celebrate the New Year together. The prime minister gave him a lot of possessions, but before leaving, he thought that the robe would go back to be worn by the master and their son-in-law. ”

When Du Zhongxiao heard this, he was speechless for a while. Song Zhen participated in political affairs, an important minister of the court, but his cousin was a nun. The nun is okay, she still has an affair with a monk, and the fornication is nothing, the two even have a daughter, and the daughter is married normally, which is completely no different from people in the world. The people of the Song family knew that they were like ordinary relatives, and let this nun live at home, and there were a lot of human contacts, which completely broke through Du Zhongxiao's cognition.

While walking out of the door, Du Zhongxiao became curious and asked the old servant about the matter.

This matter is obviously not taboo in the Song family, and the old servant casually told Du Zhongxiao about it. It turned out that Song Zhen's grandfather had two daughters, the eldest daughter married Song Zhen's father, and the second daughter married Xue Xiucai from Changzhou, and this nun was Xue Xiucai's daughter. When she was young, she was a nun, had an affair with a monk with the name of Juhe, gave birth to a daughter, married Pan Xiucai, and Pan Xiucai and his wife had already given birth to a son. The monk Juhe was a wonderful man, who did everything with wine and meat, and did not obey any precepts, but he had a very good heart, and often gave to the poor, and had a very good reputation in the local area. Probably for this reason, the Song Zhen brothers did not look at this nun cousin differently, and often helped her, maybe they would give her son-in-law a place of grace.

Du Zhongxiao himself could feel that the atmosphere of this era was very open, and it was not at all the way the prevalent etiquette in the history books. But when it is open to this point, the degree of dog blood is still much beyond Du Zhongxiao's imagination.

Out of the door of the Song family's mansion, the more Du Zhongxiao thought about it, the more interesting he felt about it, and instructed Thirteen Lang to take the two wool horses he brought and hand them to the old servant: "Zhiyuan, what about the two fine wool here, you take them in and hand them to the female master, only saying that Zheng Jingluo gave it to her." If she doesn't mention it, it's okay, since she mentioned it, if there is no gift with her, it will make people say that they are stingy. ”

The old servant took it in his hand and asked, "Do you want to report this matter to the public?" ”

"No need, a little thing, why bother with justice." As Du Zhongxiao spoke, he took a small ingot of silver and stuffed it into the old servant's hand.