Chapter 330 A sixteen-character message summoned the nation’s elite
Pujiang was officially liberated in May 1949.
In September of the same year, the Pujiang Cultural Relics Protection Committee was established as soon as possible.
The reason why I can't wait is because if I don't take action, there will be no need to take action.
In March 1980, several old experts on the ancient history quietly walked into the Pujiang Museum.
Today, they and their friends will take a good tour of this Pujiang Museum where "the past and the museum are two and we are one".
During this period, there are obviously more tourists visiting the museum than in the past.
Jiang Shan and Wang Shixiang followed Xu Bangda's voice and searched for it.
In just a few steps, we entered the world of bronzes.
Looking at the display of bronzes in the exhibition hall, Wang Shixiang and Jiang Shan slowed down in unison.
Compared with other cultural relic exhibition halls filled with gold and jade, the number of spectators in the bronze area was obviously much sparse.
At this moment, Wang Shixiang and Jiang Shan walked to a glass display cabinet at the same time.
A bronze wine baron that looks like Aladdin's magic lamp rests inconspicuously among them.
Wang Shixiang, holding his glasses, leaned closer to the glass: "Do you know what this inconspicuous gadget is?"
Jiang Shan immediately responded: "Nude Nail Pattern Tuan Liujue."
"Huh?" Wang Shixiang, who was pressed against the glass, suddenly looked back: "You, little comrade, are very good at it!"
"Isn't it written all over this?" Jiang Shan pointed to the small card in the display case: "Xia Dynasty, breast nail pattern tube flow lord."
Wang Shixiang looked at it again and laughed "Hi".
"Actually earlier," Wang Shixiang looked at the words on the card and said with a smile: "The age of this Guanliujue was marked as Shang and Zhou dynasties instead of Xia dynasty. Do you know why the age of birth was changed?"
Top secrets, secrets, and the wonders of history, how could Jiang Shan not know about them?
"Could it be that another cultural relic has been unearthed somewhere?"
Jiang Shan was chatting with a smile one second, but his face changed the next second, and an electric inspiration flashed in his mind.
I almost missed the verification moment of a big news, but fortunately I remembered it.
"It seems that you still understand history," Wang Shixiang, with a smile on his face, put his hands on his back again:
“The Pujiang Museum, like the Ancient Museum, is a comprehensive museum.”
Jiang Shan nodded: "There are all kinds of collections."
"That's right," Wang Shixiang continued: "The cultural relics here were either confiscated or donated, and many of them were snatched back from the furnace front."
When Jiang Shan heard this, he immediately laughed: "You used the word "grab" very well."
"Learn well from your Uncle Wang,"
Huang Yongyu, who had disappeared before, suddenly came over from the south: "Back then, when I followed him through the streets to collect antiques, it was more interesting than taking the history class at Yanda."
Wang Shixiang: "It's like sitting in a lecture at Yanda University."
Huang Yongyu, who usually loves to quarrel, is not angry at all now.
In his eyes, Wang Shixiang was a big, thick and ancient book.
Before you finish reading it, you will be old.
But at this moment, Jiang Shan helped Uncle Yongyu: "Where did you attend the class?"
"I didn't just attend classes there," Wang Shixiang said excitedly: "When I first entered Yanda, I majored in ancient painting. Later, because I brought crickets into class, the professor drove me to study literature."
"In the eyes of Teacher Yan, he was just an unmotivated playboy." Huang Yongyu felt funny when he thought about it:
"Actually, we can't blame him. Who has seen the world? What others regard as a rare thing is just an ordinary thing in the family, and he has no interest in learning."
"Daily necessities," Jiang Shan felt, was not precise enough: "Daily consumables."
"I don't dare to talk such nonsense," Wang Shixiang quickly looked around.
Fortunately, there was nothing else around except a statue of Xia Shang's daily necessities.
"Later I switched to studying literature, and it became even harder to study hard." Wang Shixiang went on to talk about his arduous journey to study:
“I learned poetry and songs at home when I was a child, which made me a top student as soon as I entered the class.
I was the ghostwriter for the entire class's poetry homework. When writing poetry for the girls, I also set a style for each of them.
The teacher didn't even notice the poetry assignments handed in according to different styles.
Mr. Gu Sui, who taught us, was very happy at the time, saying that after so many years of teaching, he had never met such an outstanding class of students."
"Listen," Huang Yongyu pointed at Wang Shixiang: "He has delayed all the students in this class."
"There is no delay at all," Wang Shixiang said: "When my old classmates write poems in the future, not only can they not make do with it, but they also have to write according to my level, for fear that the professor will notice something accidentally."
Jiang Shan: "Thanks to you for co-writing this class!"
"You can't say that," Wang Shixiang said with a smile on his lips: "Thinking about it now, I was still too young back then, so I should have honestly followed my husband to study history."
The year he graduated from Yan University, his mother, who loved Wang Shixiang the most, suddenly died of illness.
Wang Shixiang gave up his playfulness overnight, the hawk couldn't stand it anymore, and the dog stopped guarding the house.
I am busy doing research and writing papers every day.
From just playing, I have become a very sophisticated player.
"After the fall of Peiping," Wang Shixiang looked at Jiangshan and said:
"I took the thesis manuscripts that I had accumulated for five years, crossed the Japanese blockade, and went to Lizhuang. Do you know where Lizhuang was at that time?"
Jiangshan immediately took to the headlines: "There is Zhouzhuang in the east, Lizhuang in the west, and the first village on the Yangtze River."
Wang Shixiang: "This is all such a mess."
"This is his professional habit," Huang Yongyu said, which is understandable: "He likes to inquire about everything, but he only knows a rough idea."
"Li Zhuang welcomes you to Daqianchuan. All needs will be provided by the local government," Wang Shixiang said to Jiangshan in detail:
"At that time, since this sixteen-character telegram was sent, more than ten universities and research institutes in China have all moved to Lizhuang, located in the southwest rear area."
"Lizhuang will be a veritable cultural center," Huang Yongyu said: "Fu Sinian, Liang Sicheng, Lin Huiyin, Tong Dizhou and other big intellectuals stayed in Lizhuang for six years."
Wang Shixiang: "Thousands of boxes of cultural relics from the Gubo were transported to Lizhuang through hardships, and they were kept in the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall for five or six years."
Huang Yongyu exposed his old friend: "It's a pity that after your Uncle Wang ran away, people didn't look down on him at all."
"Hey," Wang Shixiang waved his hand and smiled: "What I wanted to go to at first was the Institute of History at Academia Sinica."
Huang Yongyu: "The director of the Academia Sinica at that time was Fu Sinian."
"Fu Sinian asked me when he came up: Where did you graduate from?" Wang Shixiang said with a stern look, "I said I graduated from Yanda University."
Huang Yongyu: "As soon as Fu Sinian heard this, he said: Graduates of Yanda are not worthy of entering their institution."
Wang Shixiang: "Only after I got acquainted did I realize that Fu Sinian had seen me wearing a white suit, holding a hawk and leading a dog."
Jiang Shanxin said it was no wonder: "Then where did you go?"
Wang Shixiang: "I went to Liang Sicheng's China Construction Society and accompanied him to complete his masterpiece "History of Chinese Architecture"."
"Look," Huang Yongyu said with envy: "He also learned an extra craft as a blessing in disguise."
"This craft can't be learned by just anyone who wants to learn it," Jiang Shan also envied: "Without a certain amount of knowledge reserves, I can't even understand a professional vocabulary."
"Oh," Wang Shixiang seemed to have met a close friend:
"This guy is very knowledgeable. Back then, I studied all the nine palaces and eighteen temples in Lizhuang. Not only did I study architecture with Liang Sicheng and study Bo people's hanging coffins, I also went to Lizhuang in Tongji University.
The shipbuilding group learns shipbuilding, and Tong Dizhou conducts embryo experiments..."
"You are really a..."
When thinking of the classified books written by Wang Shixiang, Jiang Shan couldn't help but sigh: "A once-in-a-century miscellaneous family!"
"..." Huang Yongyu was stunned for a moment: "Is this how you characterize him?"
Jiang Shan nodded firmly: "That's amazing."
At this time, Wang Shixiang had a complex expression of pride, humility, and joy on his face, which made him look straight at Liu Jue's nipple pattern tube in the showcase:
"Xiao Jiang, don't underestimate this little thing."
Jiang Shan: “I don’t underestimate you.”
Huang Yongyu: "Listen carefully to Zajia's class."
"Its background is not trivial," Wang Shixiang said: "Remember what I said before that many of the collections in the Pujiang Museum were snatched back from the furnace?"
Jiang Shan: "Remember."
"During the vigorous nationwide steel-making event, the enthusiastic people dug out all the scrap metal in their homes."
Wang Shixiang said while looking around the bronze exhibition hall:
"The cultural museum system quickly realized a problem. Could it be that the huge amount of scrap metal was all waste?"
Therefore, each museum arranged for manpower to squat at the state-owned waste depot.
Among them, Pujiang Museum has the most important task.
At that time, Pujiang had the most advanced steelmaking technology, and scrap steel and copper from most of the country would be sent here for melting.
During this period, thousands of bronze vessels were rescued, many of which are rare treasures."
"One day in 1959," Wang Shixiang knocked on the display cabinet in front of him: "A comrade from the museum found it in a bag of scrap copper.
This rusty little thing is extraordinary in the eyes of experts.
The most unusual thing is the patina on its body.
Once an expert distinguishes it, they will see that the patina would not be like this for three thousand years.
What's even more extraordinary is its shape, please pay attention..."
Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu, watch carefully together.
"Jue is an ancient bronze vessel for warming wine, and the part where wine is poured is called 'liu',"
Wang Shixiang highlighted the key points across the glass: "Before this jue appeared, the bronze jue in our country were all in the form of a spoon-shaped 'flow', but this one is a tubular 'flow' like the spout of a teapot."
Jiang Shan understood: "That's why it has the name Guan Liujue."
"That's right," Wang Shixiang pointed to the small piece of paper in the display cabinet:
"At the beginning, everyone assigned this Guanliu Jue bronze vessel to the Shang and Zhou dynasties just like the previous history.
But soon a cultural relics expert raised objections. He believed that this Guanliujue should be a bronze from the Xia Dynasty."
Huang Yongyu: "It's almost a year!"
"This was a sensitive topic at the time," Wang Shixiang said: "After all, the Xiadu ruins in Erlitou had just been discovered and the excavation work had not yet begun."
Jiang Shan nodded silently, and Wang Shixiang continued.
"It wasn't until six years later that the excavation report of the Erlitou site in Luoyang was announced, and the Pujiang Museum's breast nail pattern Guan Liujue was changed from the Shang and Zhou dynasties to the Xia dynasty."
"What?" Jiang Shan said: "The excavation report mentioned Guanliu Jue of Pujiang?"
"Not only did they mention Guan Liujue, they also discovered the same Guan Liujue,"
Suddenly, a gay man in his fifties walked up to them and said:
"It is the bronze lord with breast nail pattern known as "China's No. 1 Lord". Its shape and age are very similar to the brass lord with breast nail pattern in our museum..."
When Jiang Shan heard the sound and looked at the person coming, his head immediately buzzed.
"It seems that there are quite a few experts coming to our museum today," the gay man in front of him smiled politely at Wang Shixiang and said, "Who are you?"
As soon as he asked the question, the smile stopped awkwardly on his face: "What's wrong with this little comrade? Is he feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
At this moment, Jiang Shan was adjusting his heartbeat, but he couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.
"I...you..."
For a moment, Jiang Shan couldn't even make up lies: "You look so much like my miserable uncle!"
Huang Yongyu immediately said: Huh?
Turning around, he happened to catch Wang Shixiang's glance.
