The quantum memory in Mou Xuan's palm made a slight buzzing sound, and the bronze inscription on the tactical gloves flickered according to the records in the "Jinshilu".
Just as Chen Yao was about to touch the oracle bone veins that appeared on his wrist, the emergency light on top of the air-raid shelter suddenly flashed twelve times in a row - this was the base's third-level alert signal.
"The data reception completion rate is 97.3%, and the error rate is controlled at the level of bronze casting in the Shang Dynasty." The fingers of the scholar from Lu were shaking as he held the holographic screen. The lens reflected the scene of the deconstruction and reconstruction of the cursive script of "Jijiu Zhang" in the quantum flow.
The hem of this former history professor's white coat was still stained with juice from the ancient rice seeds that had failed to be cultivated three days ago. At this moment, he was sweeping across the remaining pages of "Qimin Yaoshu" piled on the ground with his rapid breathing.
Wu Ernst stood on tiptoe to stick the mutant mint leaves on the observation window, and a muffled cheer came from the gas mask: "Grandpa Lu's electronic parchment scroll is glowing!" The children squeezed at the mouth of the ventilation duct with telescopes modified from bamboo slips of "Kao Gong Ji", watching the cultural data flow being injected into the base's main database like the paint of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
Propaganda Officer Qu sneered as he leaned against the titanium alloy door frame covered with safety rules. The loudspeaker on his tactical belt played an excerpt from the Survival Manual on a loop: "In a post-apocalyptic environment, every calorie must be used on the blade." He deliberately turned his mechanical prosthetic eyes to a glaring red light and scanned the craftsmen who were repainting the architectural model of the "Construction Method". "Some people don't think that memorizing the "Tea Classic" can make the mutant beasts retreat, right?"
Just as Chen Yao was about to speak, the bronze pattern on Mou Xuan's wrist suddenly extended into the spinning wheel structure in "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature".
He pressed the time compass on his waist and glanced at the badge of the "Material Allocation Regulations" on the chest of Propaganda Officer Qu: "Three hours later, everyone please go to Area B3 to watch a special demonstration." When the tactical boots rolled over the Tai Chi pattern remaining on the ground, the quantum memory suddenly projected the afterimage of "Night Banquet of Han Xizai", and the sound of the pipa strings startled Propaganda Officer Qu's mechanical prosthetic eyes and flashed for 0.3 seconds.
When old artist Xing walked into the disinfection cabin leaning on a Xiangfei bamboo stick, the grafted plants of "Fan Sheng Book" in the planting area of the base collectively tilted fifteen degrees toward the northwest.
On the old man's faded indigo cloth jacket, the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" woven with Suzhou kesi technique shimmers under the ultraviolet light. The pendant made of herbs from "Compendium of Materia Medica" around his waist resonates with the bronze inscription on Mou Xuan's tactical uniform.
"Are you planning to hold a party?" Propaganda Officer Qu deliberately adjusted the power of the hydraulic skeleton to the maximum. The humming of the metal joints overwhelmed the holographic demonstration sound of "Xishan Qinkuang". "I want to see how a 76-year-old man uses embroidery to fight acid rain."
Old artist Xing took out a round lacquer box from a cloth bag full of patches. Under the peeling gold foil, the texture of the rhinoceros skin recorded in the "Lacquer Record" could be vaguely seen.
When the fingers covered with age spots stroked the "Music and Dance Picture" on the box, three hundred drones that were transporting supplies suddenly hovered collectively, and the holographic projection automatically switched to the array of eight musical instruments recorded in the "Book of Zhou".
"Excuse me, little friend..." The old man coughed and pointed to the ventilation duct. The mint leaves on Wu Tong's mask suddenly moved without wind. "Can you help me get the cloud pattern sample on page 28 of Kaogong Ji?"
The lighting system of the entire base suddenly dimmed for three seconds. When the emergency lights came on again, people were surprised to find that the twenty-eight constellations of the Dunhuang Star Map were floating on every metal wall.
The bronze inscription on Mou Xuan's tactical uniform has spread to the side of his neck, and in the projection of the "Archaeological Map" it perfectly matches the lacquerware pattern of the old artist Xing.
Chen Yao suddenly smelled the scent of camphor recorded in the "Book of Incense" - it came from the half-broken sachet that the old man pulled out from the patch.
"It's about to begin." Scholar Lu placed his trembling hands on the restored draft of "Wenxin Diaolong" and watched the old artist Xing dip the Xiangfei bamboo stick into anti-radiation paint and draw the first brushstroke of Wu Daozi recorded in "Famous Paintings of All Dynasties" on the surface of the quantum memory.
The moment the tip of the bamboo stick touched the holographic projection, the improved rice ears in all the "Complete Book of Agricultural Administration" cultivation cabins in the base bloomed at the same time, and the light golden pollen outlined the outline of "The Goddess of Luo River" in the air.
Propaganda Officer Qu's hand subconsciously reached out to turn off the loudspeaker, but it was suspended in mid-air. The red light of his mechanical prosthetic eye had somehow switched to the blue sky after the rain as recorded in the "Records of Superfluous Things".
At the moment when the tip of the bamboo stick of the old artist Xing was hovering, the rice ears in the cultivation cabin suddenly burst out with the "heavy grains of millet and sorghum" recorded in the Book of Songs.
The sleeves of the goddess of Luo River, made of light golden pollen, brushed against propagandist Qu's cheek, and the loudspeaker on his tactical belt suddenly and automatically played the chime music of "Yuefu Poetry Collection" - that was the cultural archive that he had secretly deleted three days ago.
"Warning, emotional module overload." When a red window popped up on the mechanical prosthetic eye, propagandist Qu was unconsciously tapping the beat of "Jiegulu" on the titanium alloy wall with the metal fingers of his hydraulic skeleton.
He hurriedly pressed the forced shutdown button on his temple, but found two improved rice seeds on his fingertips, shining with the luster of green ears in the projection of the solar terms in "Four People's Monthly Orders".
Wu Ernst stood on tiptoe and placed the modified telescope on the shoulder of propagandist Qu: "Uncle Qu's mechanical eyes have turned into the color of blue and white porcelain!" The children gathered around him using a lifting platform made of mortise and tenon joints from "Zi Ren Yi Zhi" and hurriedly stuffed the Poria cocos cake recorded in "Yinshi Zhengyao" into his tactical vest.
Chen Yao handed over a tactical bandage soaked in camphor at the right time, cleverly covering his hot bionic skin.
"The cloud pattern in Kaogongji requires sixteen layers of gradient." Old artist Xing coughed as he unfolded the second layer of the lacquer box. The anti-radiation paint dipped on Xiangfei's bamboo stick actually precipitated the mineral pigments of the Silk Road Landscape Map in the air.
Scholar Lu's holographic pen suddenly went out of control and automatically annotated the coloring tips from "The Mustard Seed Garden Painting Manual" on the restored draft of "The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons".
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