Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"To facilitate preservation, the staff took photos of each page and compiled them into an electronic version."

That was taken by Xiao Zhu, wasn’t it? Su Jiahe complained silently in her heart.

At this time, a young man in the crowd asked a question.

"Professor Wei, where were they originally found? There are over 22,000 volumes in total. Were they all intact when they were discovered?"

"Sorry, the original question is a state secret," said Professor Wei.

It was originally still in Daming. Xiao Zhu was thoughtful and transferred a hard drive for convenience. Su Jiahe continued to mutter in his heart.

Then, Professor Wei spoke a lot on the stage. In short, it was all about how meaningful the Yongle Encyclopedia was and how many people were needed to study it.

After the meeting, Wei Xiang wanted to invite Su Jiahe to have dinner together, but Su Jiahe declined again, thinking that he would receive tourists the next day.

"What a pity. Sister Jiahe is always busy. I'll come and play with you later."

Su Jiahe was a little depressed on the way back. When she returned to Bohai, she went straight to "Small Town Listening to Fragrance".

"You're back. How was the exhibition?" There were still no customers in the store, and Chen Ou was drinking alone.

“I saw the electronic version of the Yongle Encyclopedia on display.”

"Oh, this is indeed a major discovery. The entire archaeological, historical, and literary communities are shocked by it."

"But I was the one who submitted the document, but those old guys got all the credit." Su Jiahe finally expressed his unhappiness.

Seeing Su Jiahe like this, Chen Ou couldn't help laughing a few times.

"I was wondering why you looked so down today. So this is the reason. How about this? I'll invite the media tomorrow, and you'll announce to the world that you were the first to obtain the Yongle Encyclopedia. Okay?"

Su Jiahe thought about it and shook his head.

When others ask about the discovery process, I can't just say that Zhu Zhanji saved it on the hard drive for me.

In that case, he would either be locked up in a mental hospital or sliced ​​and studied.

"Forget it, I'll just be an unknown hero."

The baby is handed over to the country, the money is kept for yourself, and you can play with your interesting ancestors every day. Life is pretty good like this.

"Don't worry, everyone will treat you well." Chen Ou patted Su Jiahe's shoulder, "It's getting dark, do you want me to take you home?"

Su Jiahe didn't want to trouble others, but thinking about the two experiences of being kidnapped, she agreed.

A man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure. It is always better to be careful.

The next morning at 9:50, it was time for Su Jiahe to wait for tourists again.

[The eighth tourist has arrived. Please start the mission.]

This time, Su Jiahe recognized the tourist immediately. She saw a petite girl with her hair in a bun and wearing a loose linen dress, curled up under a large tree. Her attire was clearly not modern.

"Hello, little girl." Su Jiahe walked forward, squatted down, and greeted her softly.

When the girl heard the sound, she turned her head suddenly like a frightened deer.

"who are you?"

When the girl turned around, Su Jiahe was stunned.

Is this the legendary, does it look good even when wearing a sack?

Although she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, her skin was as white as cream and her eyes were as bright as autumn waves. She was both cool and beautiful. Su Jiahe finally believed that in ancient times, people could be stunningly beautiful even in their teens.

"Don't be afraid, little beauty. I'm not a bad person. Come upstairs and sit with me first."

The girl saw that Su Jiahe looked familiar, and since she had suddenly come to a strange place where she was unfamiliar with the place, she had no choice but to believe her.

Entering the living room, Su Jiahe asked the girl to sit on the sofa, brought her drinks and fruit snacks, and kept comforting her not to be nervous. But the girl kept curling up, lowering her head, and dared not speak.

Su Jiahe observed the girl carefully. Her clothes were simple and unadorned, suggesting she was from a very distant dynasty. She wore a golden hairpin on her head, suggesting she was of high social status.

"Are you Xishi?"

The girl didn't respond.

"Zhuang Jiang?"

"Bao Si?"

"It can't be Su Daji."

When she heard the words "Su Daji", the girl immediately raised her head and looked at Su Jiahe in confusion, as if asking "Why do you know me?"

"Are you really Daji?"

"Yes, it's me." The girl nodded timidly.

When Su Jiahe learned that the tourist was Daji, her jaw almost dropped.

It turned out that this famous eternal demon concubine, the villain who appeared countless times on TV, the fox spirit sent to the human world by the legendary Nuwa, the synonym of beauty who brings disaster, green tea and white lotus, was sitting in front of him.

Moreover, she is such a timid and weak little girl.

"Are you the concubine of King Zhou?"

"Who is King Zhou?"

"It's Emperor Xin, your king." Su Jiahe remembered that King Zhou was a posthumous title given by later generations, and the people of the Shang Dynasty did not know it.

"Yes, my people wanted to send me to Chaoge and present me to the king. But I got here halfway."

Su Jiahe understood that before Daji traveled through time, she was on her way to Chaoge. At that time, she had never met King Zhou and was not his concubine.

However, based on her appearance, even if she became a concubine, Su Jiahe did not believe that she could deceive King Zhou and kill innocent people.

"Why do you want to go to Chaoge?"

Daji looked at Su Jiahe without saying a word, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Do you want to be the king's concubine?"

Su Jiahe knew that this question was too direct, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity. At this moment, she wanted to know what kind of person Daji was.

Daji still didn't say anything and shook her head vigorously.

"You don't actually want to be a princess?"

Daji hesitated for a while and finally spoke.

"The king is nearly sixty years old, but the tribe wants me to go."

Through just a few sentences of conversation, Su Jiahe discovered that Daji did not admire King Zhou as in the cartoon, nor did she want to be a concubine, and she didn't even know why she was a concubine.

She was simply a little girl arranged by her family to be given to the old man as a gift.

"You are the daughter of Jizhou Marquis Su Hu. Why do you have to endure such injustice? Did the king take a fancy to you and force you into the palace?"

"My father is not the Marquis of Jizhou. I have no parents."

"Oh, I see." Su Jiahe then realized that the Investiture of the Gods was all fictional.

Yes, who would be willing to send their own daughter away? For the benefit of the entire family, they can only sacrifice the helpless orphan.

"How old are you?"

"fifteen."

"Alas, it's still so young."

Next, Su Jiahe began to explain the time travel to Daji. Half an hour later, Daji nodded, not quite understanding.

"Are you a god?"

"I'm not, I'm a mortal." Su Jiahe said.

"If it weren't God, how could you have brought me to the future three thousand years?"

"It is true that a god brought you here, but it was not me." Su Jiahe remembered that the Shang Dynasty was a country that integrated politics and religion and believed in gods, so he simply followed her line of thought to explain.

"Where are the gods?" When Daji heard that there really were gods, her eyes were filled with piety and excitement.

"You can't see it, only I can communicate with it."

Su Jiahe was right. It was true that only he could communicate with the "god" of the system.

"Then you are the high priest."

"Ah?" Su Jiahe was stunned.

"Just treat me as the high priest."