Song Xiang carefully looked through the oracle bones on the table. He could vaguely guess some of the words inside, but he could not connect them into articles. After reading them for a long time, he still couldn't confirm what these were. He fell into deep thought for a while.

After pondering for a long time, Song Xiang looked up and asked Du Zhongxiao: "How many days has the doctor been receiving these."

Du Zhongxiao said: "Since I arrived in Xiangzhou, I started collecting it. It has been more than ten days now. These days, I will study it whenever I have free time."

Song Xiang asked anxiously: "So have you read anything? What words are these? Where are they from?"

Du Zhongxiao said: "When I returned to my husband, my subordinates have shallow knowledge and there are not many words that have been explained here. However, I have a bold guess about the origin of these oracle bones and the content of the above words."

"Let me tell me!" Song Yang looked happy on his face. Judging from his expression, he might have thought of something.

Du Zhongxiao said: "For a hundred years, bronze ware has been dug out from the ground, and there are ritual utensils among them. Therefore, according to old people, this is the Xiangdu of King Shang He Danjia. But according to the Xiaguan, this statement is suspicious. Xiaguan thought that this should be the capital of the Shang Dynasty, and Pan Geng moved to Yin's Yindu. The record of the Grand Historian "South of Huanshui, on the Yinxu" should be this place. The land view of Yinxu in "Shui Jing Zhu" is also inconsistent with Xiangzhou. The Book of Rites says that merchants respect gods, first ghosts and then rituals. Xiaguan thought that these oracle bones recorded on them were the oracle bones of merchants."

"Oh——" Song Xiang thought for a while and nodded. "I saw the words on the oracle bones, and I guessed that they were from the Shang Dynasty, but I couldn't see what was written on it for a while. But I didn't expect that this might be the capital of the Yin people. As for the inscriptions, it is also possible."

Du Zhongxiao could only click and stop until he could not talk deeply. His so-called guess was not from the text at all, but from the knowledge in his memory. He then flipped through the book and asked too much, and he would reveal his sagging. He hurriedly bowed: "The officials are also guessing randomly. Why do they need to be studied hard by those who are a great scholar."

Song Xiang nodded repeatedly, patted the table with his hand, and said, "If it is really as you said, this is the ancient capital of the Yin people, and the words are inscriptions. These oracle bones can be called priceless treasures. The historical records of the Shang Dynasty are extremely rough. With these, the shortcomings of historical books can be made up for."

Du Zhongxiao said that he was, and he would not say more in order to avoid showing his timidity.

Song Xiang also said: "Chongwenyuan is known as the book of the world and is hidden in everything, but there are very few ancient books from the pre-Qin period, and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity. With these words, there will be more knowledge about the things in the pre-Qin period. This thing is valuable and cannot be hidden in private homes. When I go to court tomorrow, I will report to the officials and collect these oracle bones in Chongwenyuan to benefit scholars from all over the world to study."

Du Zhongxiao bowed: "My husband is elegant and honest, and he is actually a role model for us."

Song Xiang closed his eyes and thought for a while before he said to Du Zhongxiao: "A few days ago, Xianggong Zheng from Hedong wrote to me, saying that you have outstanding achievements in the local government, made contributions to the country, and benefited the country. You should try to go to the Academy of Sciences, enter the Pavilion, study and work for the court. You have been a Jinshi in the second year of Qingli, and it has been five years since you passed, and you have never seen any poems and essays in the world. I have read your articles when you became a Jinshi, so I am blunt and a little bit more careless."

Du Zhongxiao said helplessly: "The writing of the lower officials is short. Although they work hard in their daily lives, they are plagued by government affairs and have no major progress."

Song Xiang nodded: "Everyone has its own strengths and weaknesses, which is the common sense in this world. The bachelor's examination has always been dominated by poetry and prose. In your opinion, how sure is he? Now the four Neohs are either responsible for the subject or the Jinshi high school election, and it is difficult for them to see the casual articles."

Du Zhongxiao had no choice but to sigh: "I will not hide it from my husband. The poems and essays of the lower officials are shortcomings. They practice them often in their spare time, and are mostly mediocre works. If you enter the capital this time, if you try the policy, the lower officials will be officials for many years, and you will still have some experience."

Song Xiang smiled and shook his head: "Although there are times when there are trial strategies in the museum and palace, it is very rare, and it is especially impossible in recent years."

Du Zhongxiao had no choice. Now the emperor is in power, which is the time when officials are summoned to examine the library and cabinet in history. From this way, a large number of talents have emerged, and many of them are at the highest position and are famous in history. But the biggest trouble is that the emperor attaches great importance to literature. While the status of poetry and essays in the Jinshi exam has decreased, his status is rising during the library and cabinet exam.

Poetry and essays are exactly Du Zhongxiao's shortcomings. This kind of exam is all about the question, and there is no opportunity to copy the poems and essays in my memory, and it is impossible to make a coincidence. Du Zhongxiao went all out to find Song Xiang, just because he wanted an opportunity to try his own strategies without trying poetry and essays. With his own eyesight and practical training in the local area over the past few years, Du Zhongxiao was confident that he could make decent articles in response to current affairs. If he didn't even have this ability, then he would die as soon as possible.

Looking at Du Zhongxiao's expression, Song Xiang said, "If you can be attentive to the court, the court will definitely not let you down. I remember this in my heart. It's not too late, and I still have guests here. You can go back first. Don't think too much, wait for news with peace of mind."

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

When I left the side hall and arrived in the yard, I saw a nun standing there and said to a person in charge: "I went back to Jiangnan this time and didn't have any decent gifts. Wouldn't it be ridiculous? In such a cold weather, I heard that the good wool cloth produced in Hedong can be used as a robe. In the same year, my husband, Zheng Jingluo was the commander of Hedong Road. How could he not be sent to his home? If so, give me one or two pieces of robe to wear."

Du Zhongxiao had never heard of Song Xiang worshipping Buddha, and seeing the nun's appearance, he didn't look like an ordinary monk. He was curious for a moment and asked the old servant who led the way in a low voice: "Zhiyuan, I wonder who this female monk is from the mansion?"

The old servant said, "It is my husband's aunt's cousin, and I live here every day. His love and master are still in his hometown of Changzhou, so I am rushing back to Jiangnan to celebrate the New Year together. My husband gave him a lot of money, but before leaving, he thought that the robe must be returned to wear for the master and their son-in-law."

When Du Zhongxiao heard this, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Song Xiang was a political official, an important minister of the court, but his cousin was a nun. It was okay for a nun, but he had an affair with a monk. It was nothing. The two of them had a daughter, and their daughter married normally, which was exactly the same as people in the secular world. People in the Song family knew that they were like ordinary relatives, and they let the nun live at home, and had many relationships. This matter completely broke through Du Zhongxiao's perception.

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

This matter is obviously not a taboo in the Song family, and the old servant told Du Zhongxiao casually. It turned out that Song Xiang's grandfather had two daughters, the eldest daughter, married Song Xiang's father, and the second daughter married Xue Xiucai from Changzhou. This nun was Xue Xiucai's daughter. When she was young, she had an affair with a monk named Juhe, and gave birth to another daughter, married Pan Xiucai. Pan Xiucai and his wife had already given birth to a son. Monk Juhe is a wonderful person, and he doesn't follow any precepts. He is very kind and always helps the poor and has a good reputation in the local area. Perhaps this is the reason why the Song Xiang brothers did not look at this nun's cousin differently. If they help her, they might even give her son-in-law a favor.

Du Zhongxiao himself could feel that the atmosphere in this era was very open and was not the prevalent ethics in history books at all. But to this point, the bloodiness of the blood was still far beyond Du Zhongxiao's imagination.

After leaving the Song family's house, Du Zhongxiao thought about it more and more interesting. He ordered Shisanlang to take two wool woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen here, you took two of the best wool woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen woolen, you took them in and handed them to the female master, just saying that Zheng Zhengluo gave her. It would be fine if she didn't mention it. Since she mentioned the wife's husband, if there was no gift to her, it would make people say that the wife's husband was stingy."

The old servant took it in his hand and asked, "Do you want to report this to my husband?"
Chapter completed!