30 years ago.
The king of the cliff is Yasong city.
The most towering building in Yasong city belongs to the King City. The outer circle of the King City is the place where officials at all levels work. Among them, I''m afraid the coldest one is the recorder''s office.
The shape of the book is like a side-by-side bamboo slip. The book house is the place to store the bamboo slips of Ya state chronicles.
The historian is the official responsible for recording.
The chief historian is called Yin, and the general official is called internal history. In addition, there are many officials.
Yin of this generation, whose surname is he and his name is Ding, was born in a university and asked his family he Yu.
As we all know, Ge she has no children. It is directly handed down by historians. It is the he family, the eldest disciple of Ge she.
It was eight o''clock at night.
Terrans use a 24-hour timing method. There is a sundial during the day and a drip at night.
Not every household has a leak, so the watchman is responsible for reporting the time.
Listening to the sound of the watchman knocking in the street outside the window, the internal history class would like to put away the bamboo slips being compiled, put them on the shelf, and then walk gently to the inner room of the book house.
Across the corridor and the door curtain, ban Jin saw rudou''s lights beating slightly in the inner room from a distance.
He came to the door of the inner room, lifted the curtain and stepped in. Sure enough, he saw an old man with a white beard lying on the shore in a purple patterned official dress, reading something with a pen.
"The teacher hasn''t rested yet." Ban Jin sighed.
This man is Yin Chang and he Ding of the book house. He is also his immediate boss and tutor of ban Jin.
He Ding looked up at him, then turned his head and motioned, "come and sit here."
Although they are superior and subordinate, they have an unusual relationship between teachers and disciples. Naturally, they are welcome. Ban Jin naturally obediently came to he Ding, lifted his robe feet, knelt on the mat beside him and sat down.
He Ding stopped writing and put it aside. Then he handed the bamboo slips to ban Jin and said, "read them."
Ban Jin took over the bamboo slips and saw that what was recorded above was the affairs of the state of Jing.
"In the 234Th year of the state of Ya and the 53rd year of the state of Jing, Wen Ze abdicated and Prince Wen Yu ascended the throne. He was king Jingping and his second son Wen Yuan was Prince. In the 55th year of the state of Jing, God... Eh?" The voice of ban Jin''s recitation suddenly stopped, because a paragraph here was crossed out by he Ding.
It was originally written here that "the God framed the eldest son Wen Ling because of Prince Wen Yuan, declared that Wen Ling was the reincarnation of God with divine voice, and sent down heaven''s punishment to execute Wen Yuan, and the hourglass of heaven fell for the third time."
But this long paragraph was crossed out by he Ding, and a new piece of bamboo was incorporated in the back.
Ban Jin didn''t know why, so he just wanted to ask he Ding why, he Ding urged him: "don''t worry about that. Follow what I wrote behind and read it."
Ban Jin had to continue to recite the following words: "... In the fifth and seventh years of the state of Jing, Wen Yuan was killed by a boulder. In the fifth and seventh years of the state of Jing, Wen Yuli made three women, gentle and elegant, too women."
The records of the state of Jing have been here for the time being. Ban Jin returns the bamboo slips to the table. He is full of doubts and doesn''t understand why he Ding wants to change the historical records in this way.
"This record is made by the internal history of our company. You know, it is true." He Ding moved his aging body and sat down facing ban Jin. "Ban Jin, do you feel very strange now? Why should I change such a real record?"
"Teacher, I really don''t understand. The teacher once taught me that the most important thing for historians is to write straight and not afraid of dignitaries. In that case, why should the teacher abolish the real records?"
After hearing these words, he Ding was actually very comfortable. He looked at his disciples gently. Ban Jin is only 31 years old this year and is very upright, but many places are still young.
"Ban Jin, have you ever studied Ge Shi''s history books?"
"Read it many times."
"Then do you remember what master Ge wrote in the front - human history books, telling people''s things, miracles are insignificant and can''t be pursued."
"Yes, but..."
"Ban Jin, we are historians, not wizards. What historians record must be the history of the human race, not the history of the gods. Of course, the gods came to the world and even warned us, but God is far away from the human race. The function of history books is to let the human race see the past and understand what is right, what is wrong, what should be done and what should not be done."
"History books are a mirror. If God is reflected in the mirror, do we want the gods to look at the history books and understand their gains and losses? Therefore, recording the things of gods in history books is actually a violation. What we can record is only the gains and losses of people."
Ben Jin knelt down and listened to his teacher explain and revise the records for himself. His confusion was gradually solved by the teacher''s words. He thought a little and woke up: "I see. The teacher feels that it is not only cumbersome to include the affairs of gods in history, but also does not comply with the principles of history management preached by GE Shi. Therefore, he deleted and modified many words previously recorded about the birth of gods in the state of Jing and natural punishment. Finally, there are only records related to the human race."
He even drew inferences from one instance: "in the history of the human race, there is a tradition of taboo for those who respect. In that case, what is more noble than the gods. It must be correct that we do not record the things of the gods in the history books."
He Ding nodded and then said, "in fact, ban Jin, if you look at the records of the human race in history, you will find that the shadow of the gods is always hidden more than obvious. Many times, they do not involve in our human race too much. These three things are more obvious in recent years."
"The gods must... Don''t want to interfere with our Terrans too much..."
He Ding stroked his long white beard, looked out of the window and sighed.
Class sincerely looked at the teacher''s slightly hunchback and kept the teacher''s teaching firmly in mind.
A few years later, he Ding retired from Yin''s position, and ban Jin took over this position.
Before he Ding abdicated, he once held his hand and gave him an important task.
That is to ask ban Jin to go to all parts of the human race, collect the historical records of various countries and compile a complete history book of Yaguo.
Ban would like to assure him that it will be completed in the rest of his life.
Since then, ban Jin has been committed to collecting records from various countries and compiling them into his cliff history.
The editing of this history book takes a long time, which is a major event that needs to be done in a lifetime.
Decades passed quickly. In 259, ban Jin is now 62 years old and has entered his twilight years.
Two years ago, he removed Yin Chang''s position and entrusted it to his most trusted disciple to ensure that the tradition of making history will not be broken. He also taught his disciples like a mentor to let him understand that history is the history of man, not the history of God, which is the rule of historians.
However, an event that happened last autumn completely overturned ban Jin''s idea.
That''s why King Zhuang knew that Beicheng was punished by the gods.
After hearing about it, he deliberately went over to have a look and didn''t go until the next year.
It''s not too far from Ya state to Zhuang state. Ban Jin came all the way with a schoolboy and heard a lot of people''s comments on knowing the north city.