I Broke Out Of My Grave And Was Yearning For Live Broadcast!

"By the way, Grandpa Ye, how come you have this peach blossom stuffed recipe? And where did these oracle bone inscriptions come from?"

Sister Zifeng ran to Ye Xuan's side, her eyes blinking like a deer, filled with curiosity.

"That's right, that's right, how come Grandpa Ye you have this recipe?"

Peng Peng also continued, and the two people kept asking Ye Xuan like a repeater.

Ye Xuan waved at them and asked them to pause the noise first.

"Isn't it easy to want this thing? Xiao Du gave it to me."

Ye Xuan took the paper and dusted it off, and put it on the table again.

"Who is Xiao Du?"

"Moreover, there is a peach blossom painted by Master Qi Baishi on the back of this paper. Why is the peach blossom and the oracle bone inscriptions together?"

Sister Zifeng carefully observed that there were so many problems in her little head.

"Let’s ask one by one, asking so many at once, I can’t remember."

Ye Xuan looked at them and shook his head helplessly, but he was still quite happy to answer questions for them, after all, this was also one of the joys of life.

"Go ahead, what do you want to know now?"

Ye Xuan was very comfortable sitting on the armchair. The few people next to him seemed to be his descendants, listening carefully.

"I want to know who Xiao Du is."

"I want to know who wrote Oracle?"

Teacher He and Teacher Huang said in unison.

The two of them didn't expect that they would be so synchronized. They looked at each other, and they both saw the incredible in each other's eyes.

"Okay, you two let it go first, first Zifeng said, Zifeng you want to know what you want to say first."

Ye Xuan waved his hand at them, then said kindly to sister Zifeng.

Teacher He touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed.

The same goes for Teacher Huang next to him.

And they fell into the eyes of netizens in the live broadcast room, which is simply too funny.

Unexpectedly, Mr. He and Mr. Huang, who are knowledgeable and eloquent, will be treated differently one day.

So this thing tells us that we are very knowledgeable and eloquence is so useless. You have to look good and have a sweet mouth to be likable.

"Grandpa Ye, I want to know who wrote the Oracle?"

Sister Zifeng tilted her head and thought about it, and told the question that everyone most wanted to know.

Teacher Huang secretly gave a thumbs up to sister Zifeng and praised her.

She really deserves to be her own goddaughter.

"Obviously, the Oracle was written by Xiao Du, but if I don't teach it, I guess they don't even have a text to record questions."

"There are no Oracle bone inscriptions, Xiaozhuan, Lishu, Kaiti and the like that you see now."

Ye Xuan's tone was flat, but his words were like a bomb, which blew up everyone present.

"Did I just hear a hallucination?"

"Grandpa Ye said he made Oracle bone inscriptions?"

Peng Peng patted his head, a little unbelievable.

This poor child is shocked every day, almost every day.

Netizens in the live broadcast room are also frantically brushing the barrage, wondering what is going on.

You know, Oracle is the earliest written word in China. If there is no Oracle, the descendants of China will have to struggle for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, before words can appear.

In the hearts of the Chinese people, Oracle is the cultural core of the nation.

But now Ye Xuan says he teaches Oracle.

"Hurry up and talk about it, what the hell is going on? I can't wait."

"Isn't this old man joking, I admit that he was really good before, but Oracle can't just talk about it and it can come true."

"This is the first time I have come to watch the live broadcast room. Can anyone tell me if this old man is bragging?"

Seeing that the netizens in the live broadcast room were so eager, and there were even people arguing inside, the director quickly winked at sister Zifeng and asked her to keep asking and stabilize the situation.

Sister Zifeng smiled knowingly after receiving the director's eyes, and continued to ask.

"Grandpa Ye, what did you mean just now? Did you create Oracle?"

Sister Zifeng continued to ask, Ye Xuan thought for a while after listening, and nodded.

"I created it, but they were so pitiful at the time. I didn't know how to record something, so I taught them to carve a few words on the stone, and then they developed into oracle bone inscriptions."

When Ye Xuan traveled everywhere, it happened to be during the Xia Dynasty in China.

The Xia Dynasty in China is quite lively.

So Ye Xuan stayed there for a while.

However, they only found something wrong when they lived. They have no words at all. Although they can speak and communicate, they have no words and can't record things at all.

They are all passed down from person to person, passed down from generation to generation.

Ye Xuan felt this was very inconvenient at the time, so he taught them to carve the characters on the tortoise shell.

But he only taught such a method, and people slowly figured out the following words.

Having said that, Ye Xuan's heart is very pleased.

It seems that he didn't do anything wrong at the time, and the people in China weren't particularly stupid. Just a little bit of dialling would get through.

"Probably that's the case, so you say that Oracle was created by me, which is reasonable."

After Ye Xuan finished speaking, Sister Zifeng and several others hadn't been relieved.

"It turned out to be like this, because the emergence of Oracle has promoted the civilization of China for thousands of years. Without Oracle, it is estimated that our culture is still very backward."

Zifeng continued.

The netizens in the live broadcast room are also brushing the barrage.

The content is basically thanks to Ye Xuan for leaving such a method at the time to allow Oracle to appear, which adds some color to the national culture of China.

"If you have any questions, please ask quickly."

Ye Xuan waved his hand, like the elders of children and grandchildren.

"I still have a question, who is Xiao Du?"

Peng Peng raised his hand immediately after hearing Ye Xuan's words.

Ye Xuan frowned after hearing this, and then pointed to the piece of paper on which the peach blossom brewing method was written.

"Doesn't this have his name? I said you are so young one by one, how come your eyes are worse than my old bones?"

Peng Peng was a little strange after hearing it. He had read the paper from top to bottom just now, but he didn't see anything.

But now, after hearing what Ye Xuan said, he reached out and took the piece of paper over and read it carefully.

"Grandpa Ye has nothing on it?"

Peng Peng scratched his head after reading it. Is it true that his eyes are a bit bad, as Mr. Ye said?

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