After Becoming a Little |

Aliya looked down, suddenly feeling very sad.

Because she can't understand...

After a while, Aliya closed the book with a blank expression, carefully put it back on the shelf, and found an excuse that was not an excuse, pretending that she was very educated.

"I don't want to read it. The main reason is that you don't have all the copies here. There are only three copies." She turned her head arrogantly as she said so.

"Oh, this one." The Taoist nun in white smiled, and removed the three outer volumes, revealing a box inside: "These three volumes are the Southern Song Dynasty engraved editions, and the inner box contains the other three volumes, and it is Gao Sisun's first volume." Handwritten final version."

"...What? The manuscript?" Aliya tilted her head and looked at the wooden box: "Just put it like this?"

The box was not big, just a wooden box without any label, and even a little rough to the point of simplicity.

"This is a camphor box, it's insect-proof, it doesn't matter if you put it like this."

"But you guys are manuscripts!"

"Manuscripts are only written by people. Books are actually a carrier for the author's thinking." The Taoist nun in white nodded with satisfaction after putting the book away: "Compared to the cost after revision, our Huanxi Temple is also The habit of including the author's manuscript is because I want to retain more details that have not been published."

She said that she carefully arranged the ultra-modern electronic moisture-absorbing card next to her: "Besides, many ancient books are copies after all, and there are often mistakes and omissions when comparing the original manuscripts. We are also taking precautions before they happen. This thing is not particularly precious. The presence."

"Oh, that's good." Aliya followed her up: "You just said that there are only three volumes of manuscripts left, and the rest are lost?"

"No, that book was collected in Huanxi Temple during the previous dynasty, and we only got three volumes." The Taoist nun in white walked up the escalator slowly: "There are three volumes in other places."

"Eh... east view?"

"Dongguan is not used to collecting manuscripts. They prefer to collect the royal collections of the past." The Taoist nun in white raised her finger and said with a smile: "It's the Forbidden City Museum."

"..."

Alia understood that she not only suffered from the culture, but was also ostentatiously rich by the culture.

I took out a book at random, and half of it was in the Palace Museum, what a crap existence...

It's not precious!What kind of monsters are hiding on your Yunuan building!

"May I ask, what do you think is the most precious book in Yunuanlou?" Aliya gestured: "I mean, the ones that are purely based on value."

I'm going to take a look at your family today. I'm a little fairy who wants to become a power user, and I will never be afraid.

"Emmm...it should be "The Preface to the Lanting Collection", right?" The Taoist nun in white thought for a moment, then pointed upstairs: "It's on the top floor."

"Which generation?" Aliya looked up curiously. It is said that the original work of Lanting Collection Preface is still buried in the Qianling Mausoleum. Which generation's treasure is this?

Ming version?Song version?Will it be the most precious Tang version?

At the beginning, Tang Taizong Li Shimin sent a supervisory censor to pretend to be a scholar, so he 'got' the authentic work of "Lanting Collection Preface" from Wang Xizhi's disciple Sun Biancai.

He liked this calligraphy very much. After his death, it is said that he was buried with Zhaoling——but after Wen Tao stole Zhaoling in the Five Dynasties period, he found that there was no such treasure. He changed the funeral objects of his father, and buried the original work in his Qianling.

Over the past 1000 years, the Qianling Mausoleum has been robbed and excavated more than a dozen times, but the real tomb was not found, and it was full of soil after digging for a long time.

Huangchao mobilized 40 people to level half of the mountain and dug a Huangchao Canal more than 40 meters deep, but found nothing.

The biggest tomb robber in history, Wen Tao, as Jiedu envoy, dug up [-] of the [-] Tang tombs in one go, but he couldn't find the Qian tombs of Li Zhi and Wu Zetian.

It was the same in the period of the Republic of China. Sun Dianying, the thief of the Dongling Mausoleum, had a family named Sun Zhonglian. He thought he had found the tomb passage of the Qianling Mausoleum, so he brought a modern reorganization division and pretended to be a military exercise. The three-layer stone strips of the tomb passage were discovered, and then found to be fake.

It was not until the period of the Republic that farmers inadvertently discovered the real tomb passage of Wu Zetian's tomb. The third time he wrote to the country, he hurriedly dug it up and took a look, just to see if the authentic work of "Lanting Collection Preface" is as unofficially described. It is said that Li Zhi and Wu Zetian were buried together.

But at that time, the preservation technology of cultural relics was not good enough, coupled with the poor technology of massaging, the Dingling Tomb of Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty was directly abolished before, and Duke Enlai directly instructed that "this matter will be left for future generations to complete." Only then did they enjoy the same treatment as the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang in Lishan.

The Taoist nun in white said calmly, "It's from the Eastern Jin Dynasty."

"Oh, the version of the Eastern Jin Dynasty." Alia suddenly realized: "That's really pretty—wait a minute, when??"

"Eastern Jin." The Taoist nun in white was puzzled, "Wang Xizhi was in the Eastern Jin Dynasty at that time, that's right."

"..." Aliya looked left and right, leaned forward cautiously, and lowered her voice like a thief: "Authentic work?!"

"Well, the master said it is true." The Taoist nun in white smiled: "If you look at the worldly value, this should be the highest, but compared to it, I still admire Wang Xizhi's "Huang Ting Jing", which is the highest Qing Dynasty. Pai's classic Dao Zang, the Dongxuan Division of the Neidan Family is based on this."

Aliya clutched her heart, feeling that she was not only a husband, but also a poor ghost.

"By the way, there is also the original post of Wang Xizhi's "Huang Ting Jing" on the top floor, do you want to take a look together?"

"..."Goose Exchange"?"

"Well, Wang Xizhi really likes geese, and so does Master, but she likes to eat them."

"But hasn't that been lost long ago? Now there are only facsimile copies!"

"That's right." The Taoist nun in white looked at her strangely: "Originally, it was in our Huanxi Guan Yu Nuan Lou, and the outside world is naturally only a copy. Is there any problem?"

"..."

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Worry-free Island·Song Family Manor

Lianhua sat in the manor basking in the sun: "Xiangzi, Aya hasn't come back yet?"

The head maid embroidered with gold bowed slightly: "Miss Ai just left Huanxi Guan, and she should be coming soon."

"Is that so... are you going to be--Aya?" Lianhua said halfway, looking sideways at Aliya who appeared in the field of vision, and frowned suspiciously: "Aya, what's wrong with you?"

Aliya's eyes were out of focus, she just looked at the grass stupidly, like a walking dead.

"...Aya?" Lianhua rushed to meet her.

"I'm fine." Alia plunged into Lianhua's arms: "WoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooCitizen...it's agreed that I'm a perfect little fairy... blah blah blah!"

"Ah?" Lianhua didn't even bother to touch Aliya's head, and quickly pulled her up from her arms, holding her face: "What happened? Aya, your family is very rich, and Looks good, understands everything—”

"Lotus, will you prove the NS equation conjecture?" Aliya looked at her, full of expectations.

"N, NS equation conjecture?" Lianhua blinked: "Navier-Stokes equation, one of the millennium problems?"

"Ok!"

"No way..." Lianhua scratched her face a little shyly: "I'm not very good at math, and I only passed one hundred and three in the college entrance examination..."

Alia found that even if she was with Lianhua, she would suffer a blow. How did this kind of talented girl who took the test with her feet occupy a high position in the cruel ecological chain of college entrance examination competition?Apologize to those high school seniors who forget to sleep and eat!

She rubbed her face: "Then Lianhua's family is very rich?"

"It's... still a little bit?" Lianhua blinked, a little confused, so: "Theoretically, Wuyou Island belongs to my family."

The status of Worry-free Island in the blue star is higher and colder than that of Bali on the Earth World Line. Although the place is not as big as Bali, it is also a world-famous tourist attraction, and its income is not much less than that of Bali.

And Bali, with an annual GDP of more than 130 billion US dollars, supports a quarter of Indonesia's tourism revenue.

The Southeast Song family writes as a heavy industry industrial family, and actually sits on two-thirds of the tourism industry equity in the entire Wuyou Island. The annual dividends alone are worth billions, which is simply counting money.

But what is the use of money?

"A little bit of money Song Fuqu." Alia pinched Lianhua's face: "Do you have the original "Lanting Collection Preface" at home?"

"That thing is a priceless treasure." Lianhua's face is as soft as a dumpling, without much trace of cosmetics, full of youthful and beautiful collagen, and her voice is twisted: "If you have money, you can't buy it." Arrived..."

There are some ancient copies in their house, and there are also replicas of Nigensha in Japan.

Erxuanshe of this book is famous in the painting and calligraphy circles for its copying technology, which can be called Sharingan printing in the present world, and it can almost be faked.

The "Quick Snow and Sunshine Post" they copied was sent to the National Palace Museum in Taipei, but after looking at it for a long time, the director of the National Palace Museum in Taipei told the administrator to put the real thing back quickly. You took it by mistake. I want to see it. It is the one copied by Erxuanshe, not the original one in our library.

But no matter how real it is, copying is copying, and authentic works are hard to measure by price.

"Oh, no, isn't it, what about the authentic "Luo Shen Fu Tu"?"

"There is a Song copy."

"Your family is also very powerful... What about the original "Shangshu"?"

"Isn't that very controversial?"

"That's right, what about the Book of Music?"

"..."

Lianhua came to her senses, she blinked, pressed Alia's hand on her face, and said in a low voice: "Aya, have you gone to the top floor of Yu Nuan Building?"

"Well." Aliya was sad again: "Why! Why am I so bad? I don't dare to go anymore now, I feel too shameful..."

"That... Actually, the books in Yunuanlou have been digitized." Lianhua comforted her and said, "Even if you don't go, you can also read the electronic version. Both the photocopy and electronic version have been sent to the National Library, which can be found online.”

"Eh? Really?" Aliya stopped crying instantly: "But why haven't I heard any news reports?"

"That's because many books are controversial, and they are not very... well, so most of them are just low-key storage, as supplements, and have not been publicized with much fanfare." Lianhua explained.

In fact, she also participated in the digitization of some of the books in Yunuanlou, and even the digital model of the entire Huanxiguan is still stored in her private server.

Although this silly girl doesn't know what a server is at all, it was all done with the help of Li Guang's little Taoist aunt.

Aliya returned to normal, and fell into deep thought: "Do you think I should study more in the future?"

Lianhua nodded, understood what Alia meant, and took out a box: "Hey, since you're back in China, let's switch back to a smart phone. This is the latest Apple Bazooka three-camera S·PRO·PLUS· MAX+, although it is a bit heavier, but the camera function is said to be very good, and the new mobile phone should also be able to play games.”

"No, I mean, real learning." Aliya took the phone, unpacking the box while emphasizing her original intention: "I think I should improve myself systematically, what do you think?"

"...the kind of study that reads?" Lianhua asked inquiringly, tilting her head like a curious deer.

"Well, the kind that reads books and writes quizzes." Aliya weighed the fruit in her hand, and she was a little thankful that the mobile games she played were basically data-common.

These days, being kidnapped by the system is the user's pain. Users are unwilling to continue to accept this unequal choice, so they switch to the camp one after another.

Not having money is all a modest excuse, definitely not because it is more expensive to sell, absolutely not.

Although Lianhua was very happy that Aliya was going to study hard, she always felt a little strange why Aliya changed so much when she went out.

"Then what field is Aya planning to develop into? Is it majoring in financial management? Or some other subject..."

"Basic mathematics, physical theory, applied chemistry, and applied biology." Alia counted the directions she should improve one by one with her fingers. Study it, this will be used later.”

"This—" Lianhua blinked her eyes, a little dazed: "Aya, are you... a bit too big for your plan?"

"No, I can do it, the potential of my brain is far beyond my own imagination." Aliya pointed to her head: "Since Sister Fairy thinks I can do it, then I should really be able to do it. "

"...So Aya learned these things just for the fairy sister, right?" Lianhua suddenly became a little unhappy, although she was not angry, but her expression became calm: "Aya can't do it, if you just If you want to learn about these subjects, it is still possible.”

"Can't do it?" Alicia narrowed her eyes.

"It can't be done." Lianhua shook her head: "If you want to have in-depth research on each project, then it is basically impossible. You can only focus on one or two directions. Generalists are too talented, and there are very few in history."

"I just want to do it!" Aliya slapped her phone on the table: "I only look at my phone for an hour a day, can I study hard?"