Master of the city

"Local chronicles editorial board? What's that for? "

Liu Ming obviously didn't know much about this organization, and he was full of pressure.

"If you don't understand, don't ask more. Just do some work. Thanks to the chairman's ability, you can't even get people from the local chronicles editorial board. Now take me to the library first. "

Zhang Fan looked up at the whole street. There were lots of shops and prosperous places. It seemed that his aura was pretty good. Was he blinded by the prosperous scene before?

Liu Ming stopped talking nonsense. First, he called the people over there to talk about Zhang Fan's needs. Then he drove Zhang Fan to the library. In the library, Zhang Fan proposed to check the local chronicles of the past dynasties in Erya, but the administrators said that the ancient local chronicles were all ancient books, which were collected in special rooms and were not open to the public for borrowing.

"Well, is there a transcribed version?"

Zhang fan can understand the regulation of the library. After all, the preservation conditions of ancient books are relatively high.

"No, the local chronicle you can see should be the one just compiled in the first few years."

"Really not?"

Zhang Fan's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, which seems not quite right.

Local chronicles are records of a place. The records of a place or region include three aspects: physical geography, human geography and economic geography. A perfect and successful local chronicle should be a comprehensive information book of a region, which requires truthful records of all existing undertakings, objective conditions and social conditions of the region. In short, the local chronicle is the whole history of the place. Although it has the nature of historiography, it is not the national history, official history, nor the category of historiography, but it is more comprehensive and systematic than history. Because it has a wide range of records, local chronicles have the nature of encyclopedia, which can also be called local encyclopedia.

Although this kind of thing is not read by many people like novels, it is often used as a reference book for some textual research parties. Since there are ancient books of local chronicles in the library, how can there be no transcripts?

Zhang Fan frowned and whispered to Liu Ming, "do you have any money with you?"

Liu Ming, as Xie Tianyuan's confidant, how can he be an ignorant person? When he heard this, he immediately understood Zhang Fan's meaning. In silence, he pinched out ten red Mao grandfather from his handbag, and then came to the administrator's side and stuffed the money into the female administrator's pocket.

"Well, what are you doing. Forget it. If you have anything to ask, I'll tell you what I can say. "

The administrator looks like "you don't want to be like this", but he doesn't mean to take out the money at all.

"Well, are there really no transcripts of those local chronicles?"

The other party received the money, which is easy to say next. Zhang Fan simply asked. He didn't believe that there was no copy.

"Well, I tell you, don't go out and talk nonsense."

When the female administrator said this, she looked around mysteriously, and then continued to say, "I haven't been here long, but you are not the first to see the local chronicles. Once, when I had dinner with the old librarian, he drank a little too much. I also asked him why there were no transcripts of the local chronicles before. The old librarian said that there were transcripts originally, but ten years ago, when someone from above ordered something, they burned all the transcripts of the local chronicles, leaving only the original for the official to check. "

"Burned? What's that for? "

Obviously, Liu Ming also knows that local chronicles are not valuable things. It's a bit strange for someone to burn them.

"Hey, that's not what I'm a little administrator can know. Ordinary people are not allowed to go in the ancient books room. If you really want to read local chronicles..."

When the female administrator said this, she suddenly stopped.

As soon as Liu Ming patted the forehead, he immediately took out ten more pictures from his handbag and gave them to her.

Received the money, the female administrator's face with a smile like flowers.

"In fact, it's not particularly difficult. In terms of procedure, it's necessary to have an official recommendation letter to enter the ancient books storage room, but the county magistrate is not as good as the county governor. Our old librarian is in the office upstairs now, and he especially likes drinking, but our place is Qingshui yamen, and there's not much oil and water, you know."

Well, of course we do.

Liu Ming asked Zhang Fan to wait a moment. He went out for a walk and came back in about 20 minutes with two bottles of Maotai, two bottles of Wuliangye and a roast goose in his hand. The handbag is also a little more inflated than it was at the beginning. Two men went upstairs and knocked on the door of the curator's office.

"Come in, please."

An old voice came from the office. When Zhang Fan turned the handle of the door, he saw an old man in his sixties sitting on the sofa beside the tea table, with a set of tea sets on the table, and a thread bound book of human words in his hand.

Seeing that there were two strangers standing at the door, the old librarian was stunned and put his cup back on the table.

"Oh, Hello, curator. We'd like to ask you something."Zhang Fan has a good impression on this old man. In his impression, these idle people should be idle, playing mobile phones, playing games and bragging. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the old librarian tasting tea and reading a book. This was a bit of a subversion of Zhang Fan's image as a leader in his spare time.

"Oh, is it a problem of book collection or an academic problem? My old man can only read books these years. I don't have any opinions. If you ask me about the book, I can tell you about it. "

The old librarian didn't think that they were very abrupt. He asked them to sit down with a smile, and his face was full of kindness. It seems that I'm used to such unexpected visitors.

"It's about the collection of books, Liu Ming. Come on, put things on the table." Zhang Fan said hello to Liu Ming, who immediately went to the tea table, very carefully moved the tea set of the old curator to one side, and put the roast goose and wine he brought on the tea table.

"What do you mean, young man?"

The old Dean looked at their actions, a little puzzled.

"It's nothing. It's not that Li Bai has a hundred poems about wine. It's not good without wine. Come on, let's talk while drinking."

Well, Zhang Fan knows that the excuse he made is very bad. However, Liu Ming on one side had opened Maotai, and the strong aroma of wine filled the room.

The old librarian thought that Zhang Fan was bullshit. The excuse of forced drinking was terrible, but after smelling the wine, he swallowed everything.

"Here, old curator, I'll fill it for you first."

Liu Ming moved two chairs from his room and put them in front of the old librarian. Then he took out three disposable cups from his bag and put them in front of the three people. First he filled the old librarian with a cup, and then he poured a little into the cups of himself and Zhang Fan. Disposable chopsticks are ready, one for each.

In fact, at the beginning, Zhang Fan only intended to deliver wine. Liu Ming put forward the idea of having two drinks first when he went upstairs. It is worthy of being Xie Tianyuan's confidant. From the old man's eyes stuck on the wine glass, Zhang Fan knew that this step was right.

After all, it's more natural for Chinese to talk about things while eating and drinking.

"Take the liberty to disturb the old librarian. I'd like to propose a toast to you first."

Looking at the old man's greedy but embarrassed to drink by himself, Zhang Fan immediately picked up the paper cup and said hello to the old curator.

"Well, let's have one first." The old restaurant was very happy when he grew up. He took a big sip from the cup. The expression on his face was full of happiness, and he was really an old wine bug.

The old librarian seems to be an unsuspecting person. He dares to drink when strangers invite him to drink. In fact, he is not. When they came in, Zhang Fan brought four bottles of wine. At first sight, they came to give gifts. There was no good plan in his office. Even if they were drunk, they would not lose anything, so it didn't matter what they drank.

Zhang Fan didn't ask the old librarian about the local chronicles as soon as he came up. Instead, he asked him about the things in "human CI Hua". Well, actually, brother fan doesn't like poetry and odes. He just saw the old librarian just reading the book.

The old librarian was obviously in a good mood, eating and drinking while telling Zhang Fan what was in the book.

In a flash, more than half an hour later, half of a bottle of Maotai had gone into the old librarian's stomach. The old man's face turned red and his eyes were a bit blurred. I saw him suddenly put chopsticks into the bag of roast goose, hiccup and said slowly.

"This Maotai is really a good wine, but I can't afford it. Young man, if you have any serious business, just tell me, not to mention that you are here to consult "human CI Hua". Master Wang Guowei may not be worth a bottle of Maotai these days. Do you want to read local chronicles? "

Zhang fanxin said that the old man really has music in his heart. But how did he know that Zhang Fan wanted to read local chronicles?

"Well, now that you know all about it, I said that I just want to read local chronicles. But the administrator said that if the ordinary people don't show it, they can only come to you. "

"I don't know, but I don't need to guess. The only special thing in our library is the local chronicles. If you bring so many good wines, you certainly don't want to borrow a novel. Let me tell you something. Originally, I couldn't show you the local chronicles. There are cameras in the ancient books room, and the surveillance is on the official side. Even if I go in and read them, I will be called to ask. "

"Really?"

Zhang Fan surprised at the same time, but also affirmed the direction of their pursuit.

The old monk left him the word "dragon". As a feng shui master, Zhang Fan first thought of the dragon vein, but he didn't see the direction of the dragon vein from the imperial mansion. So Zhang Fan came to check the local chronicles to see what the place looked like in ancient times and whether there were any anecdotes.

Now the strict supervision of local chronicles shows that his investigation direction is correct?