Chapter 572 Shangguan Yi
Another great guy.
But the reason why Fang Jun remembered the name Shangguan Yi was because of his granddaughter.
Fang Jun almost blurted out and asked: "How old is your granddaughter?"
Fortunately, I reacted in time, stopped my mouth, just raised my hands and cupped my fists and said: "Long time, long time."
It's just that I can't help but feel depressed. This Shangguan Yi has bright eyebrows, a face like a crown jewel, and a tall and thin figure. He is handsome among handsome guys. He is even better than Li Ke! The Tang Dynasty is really weird. How come there are so many guys with amazing abilities and incredible looks serving as officials?
It makes life unpleasant...
But the words are true. He has really admired him for a long time, for more than a thousand years, but how did Shangguan Yi know? It's natural to think that Fang Jun was just saying nice things. How could he, a poor student who came to the capital to take the exam, deserve to be admired by the "powerful Fang Erlang" for a long time?
"How dare you, how dare you!" Shangguan Yi quickly returned the salute.
I was also suspicious in my heart. There were rumors that this person was arrogant and domineering, but he could be so polite to me despite having never met him. It seemed that the rumors were false.
Fang Jun walked into the duty room, followed by Shangguan Yi with a respectful look.
He has long admired this young man who has risen in recent years.
Shangguan Yi was fond of poetry and had a high level of poetry writing. Therefore, he gained the attention of Yang Rengong, the governor of Yangzhou, and recommended him to the capital to attend the Spring Festival of the Ministry of Rites. As for this "uneducated" Fang Erlang, Shangguan Yi would try his best to collect almost every poem that was circulated, study it carefully, and marvel at it.
To use a more vulgar description, it is that the feeling of admiration is like the endless flow of a river...
Respect like a god.
The duty room was rather elegantly decorated, with flat square tiles on the floor and large bookshelves on the walls. The desk by the window was filled with account books and books, with pen and ink put aside. It was obvious that Shangguan Yi was working here just before he came in.
Fang Jun strolled to the bookcase, picked up an account book and flipped through it. It had the names of the books and the area where they were placed. It seemed to be a catalog index of the books and classics in the library. Just compiling the directory index in this way, how efficient...
Fang Jun shook his head slightly and put the catalog aside.
Shangguan Yi, who was following behind with great respect, trembled when he saw this.
The Shangguan family can be regarded as a family of officials, but Shangguan Yi's father, Shangguan Hong, served as the deputy supervisor of Jiangdu Palace and was killed in the "Jiangdu Incident" in the 14th year of Daye. Shangguan Yi was spared because he hid in time. Afterwards, he ordained himself as a monk to avoid this disaster, and the family fortune would inevitably fall.
Yang Rengong, the governor of Yangzhou, recommended him to come to the capital to take the exam and gave him some money as a gift before leaving. However, for the unaccompanied Shangguan Yi, it was just a drop in the bucket.
Living in the capital is not easy.
I finally got this good job, which can not only make money for food and clothing, but also take the opportunity to get close to His Highness the Crown Prince. Do I have to throw it away?
It seems that Fang Erlang is very dissatisfied with his job...
Shangguan Yi was worried and cursed. There are more than 10,000 books in this library from all over the country. If they are not cataloged, how can they be found when accessing them? And these more than 10,000 volumes of books have to be compiled according to different categories. The workload is simply appalling. How can you deny it just by flipping through it at will?
I couldn't help it, so I asked: "Is the editor dissatisfied with the catalog index compiled by a certain person?"
Fang Jun was surprised. He looked back at the handsome Shangguan guy who was holding his neck, and was a little speechless.
It seems that this man is not only highly knowledgeable, but also upright in nature, otherwise he will not be able to do so in the future. Li Zhi said that he wanted to depose the queen, so he foolishly drafted an edict, and then he was sold by Li Zhi, imprisoned and executed by Wu Meimei, and his property confiscated. ……
After thinking for a while, he said: "I praised your attitude. With such a large workload, you can start it as soon as you can take office. It can be said that you are conscientious and responsible. But I doubt your efficiency. You can finish the work in three or two days." , with your current efficiency, it will take at least a month to complete. ”
Shangguan Yi's handsome face turned red. He held back his anger and clasped his fists and said, "Shangguanyi has little talent and limited abilities. Please tell me how can I complete the compilation of the catalog index in three or two days?"
Fang Jun smiled and said nothing.
Countless time-travelers have used Pinyin to organize books in libraries, which has astonished everyone. Do you think I can’t?
But I just won’t tell you. I’ll make you feel uncomfortable first. Who made you look so handsome? Can you rely on your face to make a living?
Looking up at the environment in the duty room, Fang Jun walked to the desk, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few lines on a piece of white paper, folded it, and handed it to Shangguan Yi.
"If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools. The environment here is too crude and not conducive to work. Brother Shangguan takes this note to a certain house, and someone will make arrangements for it."
Shangguan Yi held back his anger, took the note, turned around and went out.
Although he was dissatisfied with Fang Jun's accusation, he still admired Fang Jun's talent and learning. Otherwise, Shangguan Yi would strongly resist Fang Jun's practice of assigning domestic servants and boycotts!
Literati have character!
Shangguan Yi walked out, and Fang Jun walked around upstairs and downstairs, looking at the densely packed yellowing ancient books, he was amazed. There are so many rare and unique books, which are the inheritance of Chinese civilization, but how many of them can escape the flames of war and man-made disasters and be passed down to future generations?
I was freezing from the cold, but after walking around a lot upstairs and downstairs, my muscles and bones became more active and I didn't feel cold anymore.
Half an hour later, Shangguan Yi returned, but the look on his face was quite strange.
Shangguan Yi is a gentleman, and a gentleman is particular about things. Although Fang Jun's note did not come in an envelope, he would not peek at it. Only when he arrived at Fang's residence and handed the note to the doorman did Shangguan Yi know what was written on Fang Jun's note.
There are purple sand tea sets, a large and gorgeous huanghuali Taishi chair, a whole animal skin cushion, an exquisite and shiny brass stove, a round iron stove that is still warm, and a dozen round lumps of coal full of holes... …
Shangguan Yi sighed secretly, he is indeed a dandy, is he here to enjoy the blessings?
Naturally, it was impossible for Fang's servants to enter and leave the East Palace at will. These things were taken over by the servants of the East Palace and transported to the library from the corner door in the backyard of the East Palace. Fang Jun placed the dozens of pieces of briquettes under the big tree in front of the building.
Fang Jun was a popular person in front of the prince, so the servants naturally tried their best to serve him. They arranged the things brought by Fang Jun in the duty room before leaving.
Fang Jun placed the stove in the middle of the duty room, opened the stove cover, and found several pieces of briquettes stacked together in the furnace. Use a stove hook to turn the top piece of briquettes slightly. The holes in the briquettes are connected to the holes in the piece below. The air flows and a small flame bursts out.
This thing was made by the blacksmith in the village when he had nothing to do a few days ago. It is not more difficult than hot pot, so Fang Jun naturally cannot sell it for money. As for briquettes, there are coal mines all over Guanzhong. The coal only needs to be mixed with water and loess in proportion and dried.
This stove happens to be used in a place like a library where open flames are strictly prohibited. The library is well sealed and the probability of carbon monoxide poisoning is greatly increased, but it is almost impossible to cause a fire.
A warmth rose in the duty room.
Fang Jun took out the kettle and handed it to Shangguan Yi, asking him to get water to boil.
Shangguan Yi looked confused, but there were only two people in this place, so naturally he would do all the work. The future Prime Minister of the Empire reluctantly went to fill a pot of water in the water tank behind the duty room, and put it on the stove when he came back.
Then I stared blankly at the extra things in the check-in room...
I finally got to see the playboy style, which has not yet spread to the Jiangnan Taishi Chair. The wood is brightly colored and has beautiful patterns. It is definitely the best huanghuali, and the animal skin padding the chair is actually a whole bear skin... …
Each piece is exquisite and gorgeous, and valuable.
But what warms Shangguan Yi the most is that almost all the objects are in duplicate. In other words, although this Fang Erlang is a dandy and not too unreasonable, he treats Shangguan Yi very well, and he takes care of everything...
This made Shangguan Yi confused. It seemed that he had just lost his temper and was a little narrow-minded. Others didn't take it seriously at all.
After a while, the kettle on the stove gurgled and emitted white steam.
Fang Jun took out a tea set, swept aside the books and books on the desk, placed the tea tray, and quietly washed the tea set with boiling water. Then use a teaspoon to take out some tea leaves from a rainy blue porcelain jar, put it into the teapot, and pour boiling water into it.
Washing tea, making tea, and dividing tea, you are focused and peaceful, as if you are enjoying this tedious process, and you seem to be pursuing some kind of philosophy in it... (End of this chapter)