Chapter 293: First assistant favor (one more) (1/2)
Chapter 293 First Assistant Favored (one more)
Yueluo Mountain is not too far from the capital, and you will arrive at it by walking ten miles to the southeast after going out of the Nancheng Gate.
Cangshu Pavilion is a courtyard with two entrances, and there are only two study rooms where the books are actually collected—the east wing and the west wing.
The owner of this house, Yomo, is not very fond of studying. The books are messy and there is no classification. There are bamboo slips and paper books. The order is all chaotic, and many termites are eaten by them.
But these ancient books are of great significance to the study of history. What they have to do is to sort them out according to different dynasties and ages, and make up as much as possible for missing pages or damaged places, and mark the ones that can’t be made up. Go back and consult the Doctor of the Five Classics of the Imperial Academy and the Bachelor of the Imperial Academy.
There are a total of four editors and two editors who came to Cangshuge this time. Yang Xiuzhu thought that there were enough people, after all, there were only two study rooms.
But he was completely dumbfounded after entering the house.
Is this really a study room?
Are you sure it’s not a utility room?
The bookshelves and cabinets are swaying around, and the books are scattered all over the floor. The former servants probably packed them in baskets, but they were illiterate and packed them in a mess.
Yang Xiu wrote that he was frustrated, and only hated that he didn't bring a few more people over!
Jun Wang also had a headache. The Bachelor of Hanlin Academy reminded him that the task may be a bit heavy, but he did not expect it to be so heavy.
He helped his forehead and sighed: ”Master Yang, let's move all the books out first and clean up the inside.”
”Yes, yes, what Yu Heng said is absolutely true!” Yang Xiuzhuan always kept his hands close, with a smile on his face, busy responding.
He turned his head to Xiao Liulang, his smile instantly turned cold, ”What are you doing? Don’t move the book quickly!”
Xiao Liulang went to the Westinghouse with a editor named Cen. The Westinghouse's orientation was not good enough. In the afternoon, there was a sun drying in the west, and the weather was sultry. It was almost like a steamer.
The cooler Dongxiang was naturally given to Yang Xiuzhuan himself and Anjun Wang. Yang Xiuzhuan would not tire Anjun Wang. He mainly directed another editor and an editor.
An county king is going to move the basket.
Yang Xiuzan stopped him, and said with a smile: ”Just let them go about this kind of thing, Yuheng, you go outside to publish the book.”
It’s relatively easy to publish books. You only need to put the books you have brought out on the stool under the porch, the stone table in the yard, or on the ground.
Jun Wang did not deliberately act as a sensible junior. People are different from birth. He was born superior, and he has paid a huge price for this.
People who did not have him and were born in gold and noble don’t have to leave their homes to go to the enemy country at the age of eight like him.
So there is nothing to push.
Anjun Wang accepted Yang Xiu's arrangement as it should.
Yang Xiuzan mainly directs on the spot, and occasionally helps Wang Anjun to publish books.
Xiao Liulang has inconvenience in his legs and feet, so he moves slowly.
The Cen editor who was assigned to a room with him was Shu Jishi three years ago. When he was dismissed this year, he was admitted to the Imperial Academy as editor. He is also a newcomer, but he is better than Xiao Liulang, An Junwang and Ning Zhiyuan. People have to be a few months earlier.
Of course he knew that Xiao Liulang was the champion of the new division, but the champion seemed to offend the second place, and even Tanhua Ning Zhiyuan had a better life than him.
Cen's editor licked his lips unhappily: ”It's really unlucky, why are you in the same room with you!”
Xiao Liulang didn't speak, and silently picked up the books on the ground and put them into the basket.
After a few people worked it out all afternoon, even King An, who was only responsible for publishing the books, felt a pain in his waist and back. But now, they have only completed half of their work-they have moved the books out and haven’t put them in order. Go in.
”You two, clean the house first!” Yang Xiuzhuan directed Xiao Liulang and Cen to edit, ”You clean the East Room, you clean the West Room.”
Cen didn't dare not follow the editor. In the two rooms, he chose the relatively cool East House.
Xiao Liulang did not compete with him.
The editor of Cen was not grateful, but mocked Xiao Liulang: ”If I were not in the same room with you, I wouldn't be so unlucky!”
This is a bit too much.
Xiao Liulang was compiled from the sixth grade at any rate. The official position is above him. Today, whether Xiao Liulang comes or not, the dirtiest and tiring tasks are indispensable for him.
After all, the same is compiled from the seventh grade, so you can't let the golden and noble King Anjun do it.
Is it rare that Wang Anjun is a small official from the seventh grade of Sesame? It's not that the dealer has grandchildren—all the children of the dealer must be admitted to the official ranks, and they cannot be the official officials, and the King An will not be succumbed to this.
The editor of Cen had no guts to complain about King An, so he vented his anger on Xiao Liulang, who was always wearing small shoes.
Xiao Liulang didn't bother to care about him, so he took a broom and went to clean the western study room.
The west study room is larger and more messy than the east study room. He first straightened the bookcase and the bookshelf.
His body is much stronger now than a year ago. If he was still the little sick child who was hungry and fainted by the road, he would not be able to support these bookshelves.
The body of the teenager faintly exudes vigorous man power, the cuffs are gently rolled up, the texture on the forearm is tight, the lines are clear, and the sweat flows down the delicate jaw.
Anjun Wang rested outside, and glanced at the Westinghouse window inadvertently.
Rao is that he is a man, and he was almost dazzled at that moment.
After Xiao Liulang cleaned the Westinghouse, he unexpectedly discovered that this room actually had an attic, and the ladder was behind the last row of bookshelves.
He wiped the ladder and looked at it. There are books in the attic, but probably because it is too secret, no one has ever moved here. Apart from the dust, it is not too messy.
Xiao Liulang decided to move the book in first, and then clean up the attic later.
”Move the books in, it's going to rain.” Xiao Liulang went out and said to several people.
Jun Wang looked at the gloomy sky and frowned. Why didn't he notice? Even spread the books so open, it is troublesome to put them away.
”Then pack up quickly,” he said.
But Xiao Liulang's West House was cleaned up, but the East House edited by Cen was only half cleaned.
”How did you make it? That small house hasn't been cleaned up yet!” Yang Xiuzhuan scolded Cen Bianxiu, and then said to Xiao Liulang, ”Go and help him!”
They originally had two coachmen, but the roof was leaking rain, and the coachmen went to repair the roof, so they couldn't spare their hands at the moment.
Xiao Liulang went to the East House.
Cen's editor stared at him angrily: ”Did you deliberately? Deliberately let me make a fool of myself in front of Master Yang!”
What's the matter with Xiao Liulang?
Xiao Liulang worked fast because he did not only study like most scholars. He did not allow him to do anything but heavy work at home, and did everything else.
Is this also his fault?
Xiao Liulang said lightly: ”Use your tantrums on the sweeping, the East House has been cleaned up early.”
”You...” Cen editor choked hard.
After finishing packing the East House, several people moved the books in. Just after moving the last basket, light rain floated in the sky.
At this time, the roof was also repaired.
Several people breathed a sigh of relief, and then they began to organize and summarize the books.
At this point, Yang Xiuzhuan didn't bully anyone anymore. He worked with Junwang An and another editor to organize the books of the East House, and Xiao Liulang, Cen Editor and another editor to organize the books of the West House.
The rain is getting stronger, the heat is dissipated, the temperature drops, and Westinghouse is not so hot anymore.
Several people are immersed in work, all of them are very serious.
Xiao Liulang is a newcomer, and the assigned tasks are not heavy. After finishing the two rows of bookshelves in front of him, he thought of the attic above.
He took the rag and oil lamp, and stepped on the ladder to the attic.
The books on the attic look good, but if you look closely, they are all in the wrong category.
He hung up the oil lamp, cleaned up the dust first, and then divided the books into different categories.
There are no pen and paper tools in the attic. When there is any damage, he put it aside first, and will repair it after finishing it later.
He was committed and did not notice that it was getting late.
Waiting for him to be alerted by a burst of low back pain, he decided to go for a walk, only to realize that the room was already dark.
Dry rain and sand outside the house.
He carried the oil lamp and walked in the silent room.
”anyone there?”
he asks.
responded to him with the sound of dense rain.
Xiao Liulang walked around the yard carrying the oil lamp, and finally determined that everyone had left and the front yard door was locked.
Xiao Liulang went to the back door again. Not surprisingly, the back door was also locked.
Although there is no gold or silver here, but in the end, I am worried that a thief will come in and destroy the ancient books in the study, so I will lock it from the outside when I leave.
On the way here, Xiao Liulang observed the terrain. This house is at the foot of Yueluo Mountain. The nearest house is a tea shed about one mile away.
And the tea shed only does business during the day, and they return to the village at night.
”It seems that I can't go back tonight.”
Xiao Liulang looked at the patter of rain, something flashed in his mind, frowned, sighed, and turned and stepped onto the corridor.
The house has not lived for a long time, so naturally there is nothing to eat. Fortunately, Ning Zhiyuan gave him a bowl of Yangchun noodles at noon. He is not hungry at the moment.
His oil lamp is almost running out.
He went to the East Room and brought the oil lamp over there.
Being idle is also idle, Xiao Liulang simply began to organize books.
Due to the heavy workload, they only sorted out less than one-third, and they have not yet begun to repair the damaged ancient books.
Xiao Liulang came to the Hanlin Academy for less than a month. His good history is actually due to Feng Lao, and there are many history books in the collection that Feng Lao left him.
”Hui Zong walks on horses to Yanbei Pass, and wants to cross Yanshui...”
This paragraph of Xiao Liulang was fortunate to read in Feng Lao's books, and it was about the personal conquest of Wen Huizong, the second emperor of the previous dynasty.