Chapter 411 Zhu Ping'an, do you like me
Only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps.
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 government officials were on duty. However, the officials of the Hanlin Academy still went back to their homes based on their feudal privileges. They were drunk. There were also escorts, and Zhu Ping'an also returned to Linhuai Marquis Mansion under the escort of officers.
But this time Zhu Pingan really drank too much, and he could almost be described as drunk. Three servants from the Linhuai Marquis Mansion carried Zhu Pingan back to the guest room.
"Stinky Toad"
Li Shu took the wet towel from Baozi's little maid and, as usual, carefully wiped Zhu Ping'an's face while pouting her lips in anger.
"Toads are beneficial insects. The teacher said they should not be eaten," Zhu Ping'an, who was drunk and unconscious, muttered.
"Giggle. My uncle is so drunk, and he still wants to eat it. I remember that my uncle loved to eat it when he was a child." After hearing this, the little maid of Baozi couldn't help covering her mouth and giggled, and then continued He raised his cheeks and looked at his lady curiously and asked, "But lady, can you eat toads too? Is it delicious?"
“I’ve never eaten mud-leg food, so how do I know?” Li Shu rolled her eyes, and then told the little maid Baozi, “Hua’er, go to the kitchen and ask them to make another bowl of solution. The wine and soup will save him from talking nonsense.”
Only Li Shu and the drunk Zhu Pingan were left in the room. When Li Shu waited for the footsteps of the little maid Baozi to disappear in the yard, she gathered her skirt and sat next to Zhu Pingan, stretched out her green-white fingers and gently He gently placed it on Zhu Pingan's face.
The drunk Zhu Ping'an felt hot. When Li Shu put his hand on his face, he felt cool and comfortable, so he unconsciously buried his face in Li Shu's hand and rubbed it from side to side.
The baby is scared to death.
Li Shu was startled at first, like a frightened little white rabbit, her pretty face suddenly turned red. Later, seeing that Zhu Pingan’s reaction was unconscious, she patted her chest to comfort herself. Take a breath.
"Zhu Pingan?"
Li Shu called out softly, but Zhu Ping'an, who was lying on the bed, did not respond. Then, with her pretty red face, Li Shu listened to the movement outside the window with her ears propped up like a thief. After confirming that no one was there, she looked at him with a pair of big black eyes. Zhu Ping'an's face was full of eccentricity.
"Zhu Ping'an, do you like me?"
A moment later, Li Shu's low-pitched inquiry sounded in the room, full of arrogance.
Then, Li Shu stretched out her slender hand and placed it on the back of Zhu Pingan's head and chin, supported Zhu Pingan's head, and gently nodded twice in succession.
“Ouch, the smelly toad wants to eat swan meat, hum, then I’ll think about it.”
Then, Li Shu held her fragrant cheeks, with spring in her brows and eyes, looking at Zhu Ping'an lying on the bed, and enjoyed herself for a long time.
When Baozi’s little maid came back with a bowl of hangover soup, she could still see the excitement on her face.
In the early morning, Zhu Ping'an was woken up by the little maid Baozi delivering breakfast. After waking up, he touched his hazy head and felt the uncomfortable feeling coming over him. It was still dark outside at this time, and there were several stars shining in the sky.
"What time is it now?"
After washing his face, Zhu Ping'an felt much better. Thinking of the scene where Li Mo scolded him for being late yesterday, he couldn't help but ask Baozi Xiao the maid asked.
"It's just past Mao's hour, it's still early." The little maid of Baozi said while setting the meal, "Brother, come and eat quickly."
"Is it Mao's hour?" Zhu Ping'an was surprised, and then quickly He put on his clothes, took a piece of bread from the table and ran out.
"Uncle, aunt" Baozi's little maid was stunned for a second, then she raised her short legs and shouted after him.
Zhu Ping'an took the cake and ate it and walked to the stable. When he reached the stable, he had finished eating the cake. He took out the black horse from the stable and walked out of the palace. The Marquis of Linhuai then mounted his horse and headed all the way towards the Hanlin Academy.
In ancient times, officials also needed to sign in. In the spring and winter seasons of the Ming Dynasty, the sign-in was at six o'clock in the morning, and in the autumn and summer, the sign-in was earlier at 5:30. Emperor Yuanzhang established a strict punishment system. If you were late or absent from work without any reason, it was not just a deduction from your salary like in modern times. In the Ming Dynasty, you would be flogged or imprisoned depending on the seriousness of the case.
Mao hour is equivalent to five o'clock. Normally, as the little maid Baozi said, it is enough time.
But, isn’t this Li Mo?
I was not late for work yesterday, but I was bitten by Li Mo. If he wanted to avoid being attacked by Li Mo, Zhu Pingan felt that he had to arrive at least half an hour early, so Zhu Pingan Would be so anxious.
Shamate was unexpectedly cooperative. He rode his horse to the Yamen of Hanlin Academy very quickly. When he arrived at the Yamen, Zhu Pingan handed over the black horse of Shamate to the officer, who led him to the stable for feeding fodder and Drink water.
At this time, only a few people arrived at the Hanlin Academy. Zhu Pingan signed in in the hall, chatted with people for a few words, and then went to the library where he worked.
When Lao Li from the Library came to the Hanlin Academy to clean up, Zhu Pingan had already started organizing books on the first floor of the Library.
Looking at the vast and messy rows of books on the first floor, and thinking of the experiences of the previous Hanlins in charge of the library who were ravaged by Emperor Jiajing, Zhu Pingan decided to organize the books in this library. , we cannot repeat their mistakes.
Standing on the first floor, Zhu Ping'an considered organizing the library according to the modern library collection method. However, after thinking that there was no pinyin or even Arabic numerals in ancient times, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain. If it were arranged according to the modern method, After all the books are arranged, it is estimated that only I can find the books in a minute, and it will be difficult for others to find the books.
In addition, modern book collections are classified according to social sciences, natural sciences, philosophy and religion, etc. Ancient people didn’t understand what social science is and what natural sustainability is.
There must be tens of thousands of books on this floor. There is not much order to arrange them. Rearranging them must be very time-consuming. A matter of time and energy.
Sure enough, it is not an easy task.
However, compared to others, Zhu Ping'an has one advantage that no one has. It comes from hundreds of years of experience accumulated by later generations. Although the method of sorting and placing books in modern libraries cannot be copied exactly, But you can also refer to it. In addition, Zhu Pingan has some experience in studying ancient Chinese literature, such as the sorting of books in the Qing Dynasty, and can be used as a reference.
It cannot be placed according to categories such as social sciences and natural sciences, but ancient times also have the advantages of ancient times. Ancient times are not divided into natural sciences, social sciences, literature, art, religion, etc., but the books of hundreds of ancient schools can be divided into classics , History, Zi, Ji, and heretical books can also be divided into astronomy, geography, yin and yang, medical arithmetic, monks' Taoism, skills, etc.
The Ming Dynasty did not have Chinese pinyin and Arabic numerals, but it had a prosperous and powerful character.
Of course, the most important thing is the management system of the modern library. This is the core and soul of the modern library. If it is not managed well after being sorted, it will become messy again. If the modern library management is The system should be combined with the actual situation of the Ming Dynasty to formulate a library management system that is in line with the Ming Dynasty. The effect should be pretty good.
After Zhu Pingan thought about it, he returned to his seat, picked up a pen and ink, and roughly listed the method of sorting books. He thought about it and improved it. In about half an hour, he compiled a realistic and feasible method of sorting the library. (End of this chapter)