Chapter 405 I work as a picture manager in the Ming Dynasty
In the eyes of everyone's sympathy or gloating, Zhu Ping'an completed the report, and was led by the guards to the place where he would work in the future - the library.
The Library Pavilion is located in the north and faces south. From the outside, it looks like two floors, upper and lower. In fact, it has three floors inside, and there is a dark layer in the middle of the eaves. The library occupies a large area, about the size of six rooms. It is made of blue stone bricks with black glazed tiles on top. There is no wooden structure in the entire library for fire protection. Even the black glazed tiles are for fire protection. In the eyes of the ancients, black symbolizes water, and water is used to extinguish fire and protect the safety of the library.
A pool was dug outside the library, with blue waves rippling inside. Once there was a fire in the library, water could be drawn from the pool to extinguish the fire.
This place is great. Why do everyone look at me with sympathy and gloating? Zhu Ping'an stood outside the library, a little puzzled.
The officer led him into the library. There was a set of tables and chairs on the left side of the library hall, which was where Zhu Pingan would work from now on. In addition to Zhu Ping'an, there are three low-ranking servants in the library who are responsible for taking care of the books and classics. They are basically responsible for cleaning and care. The main filing and sorting tasks have to be done by Zhu Ping'an.
After entering the library, Zhu Pingan probably understood why others looked at him with sympathy or gloating.
The library pavilion is indeed as vast as smoke, too numerous to count. There must be tens of thousands of books on this floor alone, and the arrangement is also a bit messy. Some of the books in the cabinet are neatly placed on the bookcases, but many are stacked in piles in the bookcases, seemingly out of order, and there are even some books scattered in the cabinets. In addition, the golden nanmu bookcases in this library are beautiful and have a kind of uneven beauty, but they are not practical. They are not as easy to search and use as the bookshelves in modern libraries.
Zhu Pingan took a general look at the three floors above and below. The Yongle Dadian series books were relatively neatly arranged, but the arrangement of other books was not complimentary. In short, compared to modern well-organized libraries, this library is like a swarm of headless flies.
Zhu Pingan had just settled down in the Library Pavilion when Zhang Siwei and another Hanlin Academy editor came hand in hand. This Hanlin Academy editor was about thirty years old and had been working hard in the Hanlin Academy. I have been doing this for nearly three years and am considered a veteran. This man's name is Zhang Bo, and he is a fellow villager with Zhang Siwei. Zhang Siwei is lucky enough to work directly with him.
"Ahem, why is it so messy?" Zhang Siwei couldn't help but sigh after entering the library and looking at the vast sea of books in front of him.
"The third floor is even more chaotic. Do you want to open your eyes?" Zhu Pingan smiled.
"Farewell, when I come to help you clean up in the future, there will be plenty of opportunities to see." Zhang Siwei shook his head, and then introduced his senior fellow villagers to Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Pingan rinsed the tea cups and tea sets, brewed a pot of tea, and invited the two of them to sit down and drink tea. Tea is the ordinary tea provided by the Hanlin Academy to everyone. If you don't like it, you can also bring your own tea from home. Zhu Ping'an didn't have high requirements for tea, and thought the tea from Hanlin Academy was enough. But while Zhang Siwei was drinking tea, he said that next time he would bring some good tea from home and give some to Zhu Pingan. Zhu Ping'an didn't refuse and thanked him in advance with a smile.
"Zihou, do you have any issues with Mr. Li?" Zhang Bo asked, picking up the teacup.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head and told what he had guessed about the scene in the Jinluan Palace. There was nothing hidden in it, so there was no need to hide it.
"So that's it." Zhang Bo nodded when he heard this, and then whispered to the two of them, "It's no wonder that our dean is at odds with Mr. Yan Ge. He has preconceived ideas. Even if you explain It may be counterproductive, but Mr. Li is not an unreasonable person. When the misunderstanding is resolved in the future, Zihou can leave this exile. "
"Place of Exile?" Zhu Ping'an looked at the books in the library, still a little confused, "Although the archiving in this library is more tiring, it will also take longer. But with so many books as a companion, it wouldn’t be called a place of exile, right?”
“Haha, you are still young.” Zhang Bo smiled after hearing this.
"What's the explanation?" Zhu Ping'an was even more confused.
"Besides books and classics, what else is there here?" Zhang Bo explained, "Besides, will I not read enough books after ten years of hard work? You are still young and have just entered the officialdom. Do you think you will still insist on reading after becoming an official? How many people can there be? Many people have almost forgotten the teachings of Confucius and Mencius. There are many things to do after becoming an official. "
"Our Hanlin Academy is a noble place, but I am not attacking you Zihou. You can archive the classics. It is a complete place of exile. The reason why our Hanlin Academy is called the place of Prime Minister is because the daily work of our Hanlin Academy is not just daily work. On the surface, it is to deal with political affairs, but in fact it is to train government affairs capabilities and grow. "Informed."
Zhang Bo is a chatty person. After taking a sip of tea, he told Zhu Ping'an and Zhang Siwei about the work of the Hanlin Academy in simple terms.
“Let’s take an example. For example, I am currently responsible for drafting the imperial edict. Well, by the way, I was the one who drafted the imperial edict that decreed the emperor’s imperial decree.” Zhang Bo put down his teacup and looked at it. Looking at Zhu Pingan with a smile on his face.
“Thank you so much, Brother Zhang.” Zhu Pingan thanked him repeatedly.
"Everywhere, it's all within the scope of one's duties." Zhang Bo smiled condescendingly, and then continued to explain, "Back to the subject, the edict issued by our Holy Emperor should be drafted by the cabinet, but in fact it is not Our Hanlin Academy is responsible for this, and I am also responsible for part of it. Drafting an imperial edict is not a simple drafting task. This kind of work can help us adapt to government affairs and deepen our experience. Over time, we will become familiar with the affairs of the Ming Dynasty."
Hearing this, Zhu said. Ping An and Zhang Siwei couldn't help but nodded.
Seeing the reactions of Zhang Siwei and Zhu Ping'an, Zhang Bo felt very satisfied and spoke more energetically, "Another example is the actual records of the Song Dynasty that Ziwei is now responsible for. The work of compiling and editing the actual records of the Song Dynasty can increase the understanding of the Song Dynasty. With an in-depth understanding of political allusions, the more you understand, the better you will understand how to govern. In addition, our Hanlin is responsible for the lectures on economic banquets, which can also increase our understanding of court rituals and important national affairs. At the same time, these classics The banquet lectures can also increase our relationship with the Holy One and leave an impression on the Holy One, which will be of great benefit to us in the future. Oh, by the way, the Hanlin Academy is a good opportunity for us to get in touch with famous scholars and dignitaries. Participating in court meetings and political seminars can deepen our understanding of the political situation and current affairs."
"These are good opportunities for us to accumulate experience and hone our abilities," Zhang Bo concluded after taking another sip of tea.
Zhu Ping'an filled Zhang Bo's tea cup in time. Zhang Bo nodded with satisfaction and continued: "There are countless opportunities when you work in the Hanlin Academy, but only you, Zihou, There are some exceptions to the errands. Not to mention the tedious and laborious errands, there is no opportunity to interact with the outside world while archiving books and classics, and there is no opportunity to interact with the emperor and the powerful in this library.”
"Oh, by the way, you can see how messy this is. Finding some books is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack. Sometimes our Holy Father will send a piece of paper asking our Hanlin Academy to provide a certain book. Tsk tsk. Hanlin was scolded a lot It’s miserable. My predecessor, Liu Hanlin, spent a lot of effort and almost lost all his money to change positions through connections.”
There is no salary, no opportunities, no training, it is tiring and cumbersome, and the most important thing is that he will be scolded. Punishment.
Well, this is the source of other people's sympathy or gloating.
"That's not true." After Zhu Ping'an listened, he took a sip of tea and said calmly.
“Isn’t that so?” Zhang Bo opened his mouth wide after hearing this, shook his head and sighed, “Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Alas, it’s great to be young.”
"Zi Hou, be patient. After a while, I will ask my uncle to intercede with you." Zhang Siwei thought Zhu Pingan was comforting him, so he patted Zhu Pingan on the shoulder and comforted him.
Uh, what I said is true. Zhu Pingan was speechless.
"It's not a complete exile, isn't it? The Holy One will still pass out notes to find books." Zhu Pingan said.
"Stop it, you'd better pray to the Holy One not to look for books." Zhang Bo looked at Zhu Pingan as if he saw a madman, and stretched out three fingers in an exaggerated manner, "To tell you the truth, these three are the only ones I know. In 2007, Sheng sent me three messages to find books, but every time it was as difficult as trying to find a book. Not to mention you alone, we went to the Hanlin Academy a few times, and it took us a day and a night to find him. Every time we were scolded, the most pitiful one was Liu Hanlin, who was beaten. "Tsk, stick, that's miserable."
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Anyway, I worked as a librarian in the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Pingan said silently while looking at the collection of classics and history in the building. (End of this chapter)