"How is that possible! He is a legend of the Southern School!"
I heard the leader sigh and say: "Hey, Yunfeng, it's true that he is a legend, but we are not familiar with him. In the final analysis, we are in the middle of the situation and don't know the situation, so we are being taken advantage of."
"Now it seems that Mr. Jiao only knew the entrance to the tomb passage, and did not know that Li Xian's jade coffin was hidden under the red coffin. I guess he must have gone down and searched carefully during that time, but he couldn't find it."
"So how should we deal with it now?"
He thought for a moment, frowned and immediately ordered: "Go and boil two pots of water to make tea. No one should sleep tonight. We have important work."
"Yunfeng, go to the copy shop now and type out all the inscriptions, photos, and inscriptions that were taken in the tomb on your mobile phone. Don't pull any of them. Since we can't find anyone to help, then we will Translate it yourself.”
"Come by yourself? We don't understand!"
He raised his head and frowned and said: "I bought the 97 edition of the Han-Xia dictionary a long time ago, just to prepare for this day. Xixia is complicated and difficult to understand, but it has certain rules to follow. I will teach you how to find the corresponding words in the dictionary later. Chinese characters for.”
Tangut translation is a specialized subject in China and is extremely niche. Except for a few universities in the northwest, I believe that many students have no idea that there is such a thing as Tangut studies when they apply for admission.
What was the use of studying Xixia studies for young students at that time? What were the employment benefits like after graduating after studying for a few years?
My answer is that it is of no use at all, and the salary is such that I can't find a job at all.
I visited three copy shops in the county at night, but only one shop would copy photos from mobile phones directly onto white paper. The owner of the shop was a young man in his early twenties. He looked at the white paper copied one by one and asked doubtfully: " Is this a calligraphy or a painting? It looks like a ghost drawing a symbol."
I returned to the guest house at 10 pm. There were two large tables paired with two Chinese and Chinese dictionaries on the table. The main points were explained and we took turns reading them.
Talking about the head, if you don't know the pronunciation, you have to memorize the radicals and count the signs. This is not easy to describe.
A Xixia character is composed of two or three parts. Count how many strokes there are, and then add them up with a computer. Then go to the dictionary to look up the corresponding Xixia character in the stroke interval. After you find it, carefully compare the radicals. If it is completely If they are the same, they are right. At this time, you only need to look at the Chinese characters marked on the side to understand what this Xixia character means.
It sounds simple, but when you actually do it, you will find it very difficult. I have a good foundation in Chinese and can count strokes, but Dou Sprout can't even count strokes. He doesn't even know what to pronounce some Chinese characters, "鱼" Brother has never even gone to school. As for Xiaoxuan, haha.
The four of us combined ourselves and looked through the dictionary for half an hour, and we just found one word!
"Sacrifice".
Sacrifice of sacrifice!
It was late at night, and a room in the guest house was brightly lit.
Dou Sprout looked up sleepily, then lay down again.
I was smoking with my left hand, pressing the calculator with my right hand, flipping through books, and looking at the calculator. Eventually, the calculator ran out of power, and a row of zeros appeared on the display. It made a continuous sound, which sounded like the sound of knocking wooden fish.
Accompanied by this sound, I couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep lying on the table.
"Layman? Layman?."
"Who are you?"
There was darkness all around me, and a fat old monk wearing yellow clothes walked out of the darkness.
The old monk had kind eyes and a smile on his face and said, "Don't you know me, layman? We have met before. You even dropped blood on my head, monk."
"You...you are the monk in the vat!"
"Don't be afraid, lay people. Monk's Dharma name is Si Neng. He is the former Grand Master of the Xia Kingdom. It is fate that you and I can meet each other in a dream today."
