The rise of the poor

Chapter 411 Zhu Pingan, do you like me

oppressive rule.

This sentence could not be more appropriate for the bureaucrats in the feudal period. At night, there was a curfew in the city and the soldiers and guards were on duty, but the officials of the Imperial Academy still went back to their respective houses with their feudal privileges. Ping An also returned to Linhuaihou Mansion under the escort of the guards.

But this time Zhu Ping'an really drank too much, he could almost be described as drunk as mud, and the three servants of Linhuaihou Mansion fought to send Zhu Ping'an back to the guest room.

"Smelly Toad"

Li Shu took the wet towel from Baozi's maid, and as usual, carefully wiped Zhu Ping'an's face, pouted her lips in reproach.

"The toad is a beneficial insect teacher said it can't be eaten." Zhu Ping'an, who was drunk and unconscious, muttered.

"Hehe. My uncle is so drunk that I still want to eat it. I remember that my uncle loved it when I was a child." The little girl with buns couldn't help but giggled while covering her mouth, and then puffed up her bun face curiously. Looking at his own lady, he asked, "But miss, can toads be eaten too? Is it delicious?"

"I've never eaten food with mud legs, so how do I know?" Li Shu rolled her eyes, and then told the little maidservant of Baozi, "Hua'er, go to the back kitchen and ask them to make another bowl of hangover soup. He will talk nonsense again."

"Yes, miss." Baozi's little maid hurriedly went.

Only Li Shu and the drunk Zhu Pingan were left in the room. When Li Shu waited for the footsteps of the bun girl to disappear in the yard, she sat down beside Zhu Pingan with her skirt pulled up, stretched out her pale fingers Gently put it on Zhu Ping'an's face.

The drunk Zhu Ping'an was hot, and when Li Shu's hand was put on his face, he felt cool and comfortable, so he unconsciously buried his face in Li Shu's hand and rubbed it left and right.

Scared the baby.

Li Shu was startled at first, like a frightened little white rabbit, her pretty face blushed, but after seeing Zhu Pingan's unconscious reaction, she patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief.

"Zhu Pingan?"

Li Shu called out in a low voice, but Zhu Pingan, who was lying on the bed, did not respond. Then Li Shu listened to the movement outside the window with her red pretty face like a thief. Zhu Ping'an's face was full of spirits.

"Zhu Ping'an, do you like me?"

After a while, Li Shu's lowered inquiry sounded in the room, full of arrogance.

Then, Li Shu put her slender hands on the back of Zhu Ping'an's head and chin, supported Zhu Ping'an's head, and made two gentle nodding movements in succession.

"Hey, the stinky toad wants to eat swan meat, hum, let me think about it."

Then, Li Shu held her fragrant cheeks, her brows and eyes full of spring, and she watched Zhu Pingan lying on her bed, enjoying herself for a long time.

Until the little maid of Baozi came back with a bowl of hangover soup, she could still see the little excitement on her young lady's face that couldn't be concealed.

In the early morning, Zhu Ping'an was woken up by the bun girl delivering breakfast. After waking up, he rubbed his misty head, and still felt uncomfortable.It was still dark outside at this time, and there were still several stars shining in the sky.

"What time is it?"

After washing his face, Zhu Ping'an felt much better. Remembering the scene of being reprimanded by Li Mo for being late yesterday, he couldn't help asking the little maid of Baozi.

"It's just after Maoshi, it's still early." Baozi's little maid said while laying out the meal, "Master, come and eat."

"It's time?" Zhu Pingan was surprised, then quickly put on his clothes, took a piece of cake from the table and ran out.

"My lord, my lord" the little maid of Baozi was stunned for a second, then stepped up her short legs and shouted after her.

Zhu Pingan went to the stables while eating the cakes. When he arrived at the stables, the cakes had already been eaten, and the black horse that killed horses was brought out from the stables to soak the horses and walked outside the palace. Get on the horse and go all the way to the Hanlin Academy.

In ancient times, it was also necessary to sign in to be an official. In the spring and winter of the Ming Dynasty, the sign-in was at 05:30 in the morning, and in the autumn and summer, the sign-in was earlier at [-]:[-].Emperor Yuanzhang established a strict punishment system. If you are late or absent from work without any reason, you will not just deduct some wages like in modern times. In Daming, you will be punished with flogging or imprisonment according to the seriousness of the circumstances.

Maoshi is equivalent to five o'clock. Normally, as Baozi's little maid said, there is enough time.

But, isn't there Li Mo?

He wasn't late for work yesterday, but he was bitten by Li Mo. If he wanted to avoid being troubled by Li Mo, Zhu Pingan felt that he had to be there at least half an hour earlier. That's why Zhu Pingan was in such a hurry.

Shamate cooperated unexpectedly. He rode his horse to the yamen of the Imperial Academy soon. When he arrived at the yamen, Zhu Pingan handed over Shamat's black horse to the guards, who took him to the stables to feed fodder and drink water.

At this time, only a few people from the Imperial Academy arrived, Zhu Pingan signed in the hall, chatted with someone, and then went to Zangshuge where he worked.

When the old Li from Zangshu Pavilion came to the Imperial Academy to clean up, Zhu Pingan had already started sorting books on the first floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

Looking at the vast and messy books on the first floor, and thinking of the experience of the last Hanlin who was in charge of the Zangshu Pavilion being ravaged by Emperor Jiajing, Zhu Pingan decided to organize the books in this Zangshu Pavilion carefully, so as not to repeat their mistakes. mistakes.

Standing on the first floor, Zhu Ping'an considered sorting out the collection of books according to the method of sorting the collections of modern libraries, but after thinking that there was no pinyin or even Arabic numerals in ancient times, he couldn't help feeling a pain in the ass. Only you can find the book in minutes, and it is difficult for others to find the book.

In addition, modern book collections are classified according to social sciences, natural sciences, philosophy and religion, and so on.The ancients did not understand what social science is or what is natural sustainability
There are tens of thousands of books on this floor, and there is not much order in the arrangement. Rearranging the order must be a very time-consuming and energy-consuming task.

Sure enough, it was not an easy task.

However, compared to others, Zhu Pingan has an advantage that no one has. It comes from the accumulation of hundreds of years of experience in later generations. Although the method of sorting and arranging books in modern libraries cannot be copied as it is, it can also be used as a reference.In addition, the sorting of books in the Qing Dynasty, etc. Zhu Ping'an also had some understanding of ancient Chinese literature before, which can be used as a reference experience.

It cannot be classified according to social sciences, natural sciences, etc., but ancient times also have the advantages of ancient times. Ancient times do not distinguish between natural sciences, social sciences, literature, art, religion, etc., but the ancient books of hundreds of schools can be divided into classics, history, books, collections , Heretic books can also be divided into astronomy, topography, yin and yang, medical calculations, monks and Taoism, skills and so on.

Daming does not have Chinese pinyin and Arabic numerals, but he has Hongwu Zhengyun.

Of course, the most important thing is the management system of the modern library. This is the core and soul of the modern library. A Zangshuge management system that conforms to the Ming Dynasty should have a good effect.

After Zhu Pingan thought it over, he returned to his seat, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and roughly listed the methods of sorting the books. While thinking about it, he perfected it. In about half an hour, he sorted out a realistic and feasible method for sorting books in Zangshu Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)