Chapter 120 The Big Family’s Collection of Forbidden Books (3K)
When Fang Yan talked about Le Miao, Fang Yan immediately reacted.
It was really dark under the lamp, and I didn't even think about her.
Since her family can retain the courtyard, of course other things may also be retained.
The Le family had the foresight to first hand over the family's secret recipe, and then formed a public-private partnership. It was precisely because of these actions that the impact of the subsequent storm was not too great.
With such a relationship, many things in their home have been preserved.
Mr. Lu said to the dialect:
"The Le family also trained many doctors back then, so there will definitely be no shortage of these things. If you ask her to borrow them, she will probably agree to this small favor."
Dialect nods:
"Okay, I'll go there later."
Having an elder in a family is like having a treasure. Master's instructions pointed out a clear path for Fang Yan on the spot.
The two of them had dinner next, and Fang Yan sent Master home.
Then he planned to return to Tong Ren Tang to find Le Miao.
On the way back, Fang Yan also bought two pastries. Since he was going to ask people to borrow books to read, he had to bring something meaningful. Pastries were just right. They weren't expensive but they could still convey a meaning.
About twenty minutes later, Fang Yan returned to the store in Dashilar.
The store was deserted in the afternoon. Except for a lesbian who came from out of town and was looking at Wan San Yao Dan, there was no one else in the store.
At this moment, Le Miao was taking a notebook to take inventory of the medicinal materials in the store. When she saw Fang Yan coming back, she put down her work and asked:
"Why are you back?"
Before Fang Yan came back, Jia Dapeng was also on duty today. After seeing Fang Yan, he quickly ran over and asked:
"Brother Fang, what are your orders?"
Fang Yan waved his hand and told him to go and stay aside:
"I have something to do with the store manager."
After saying that, he came to Le Miao, pointed to her upstairs, and said:
"Take a step to speak?"
Le Miao showed a puzzled expression, but nodded and went straight to the second floor.
"What, you want to ask for leave?" Regarding Fang Yan looking for him, Le Miao really couldn't think of anything else.
"I need your help." Fang Yan handed over the two pastries in his hand.
After Le Miao took it, he joked to him:
"Hey, I even mentioned pastries. What are you asking me for? Don't make it too difficult. I won't do it if it's too difficult."
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Fang Yan smiled, and then said in a low voice:
"I'm asking you to borrow a book on physiognomy."
"Physiognomy?" Le Miao was startled, probably because she didn't expect that the dialect was actually talking about such a thing.
Seeing that Le Miao was confused, Fang Yan reminded her again, saying:
"It's the kind of book on face-taking skills that Mr. Zhu used yesterday. You should still have it at home, right?"
Le Miao suddenly realized, and then said:
"Our family had already disposed of a large part of those books ten years ago. At that time, my uncle said they might get into trouble, so he took them and burned them himself."
"Burned?" Fang Yan was shocked, but he didn't expect such a result.
"Well, it burned a lot." Le Miao nodded.
Dialect smacks the lips:
"Originally I thought you had one at home..."
It makes sense if you think about it carefully. After all, there is a high probability that they won't need that thing at the back of their house. It would be much safer to burn it and leave behind some ancient prescriptions, medical books, and other antiques.
Thinking of this, Dialect waved his hands:
"Forget it, it doesn't matter, I can think of other ways."
As he said that, he was going to find the library warehouse line.
As soon as he was about to leave, Le Miao stopped him:
"Hey, wait..."
"What?" Fang Yan turned around and looked at Le Miao.
Le Miao shook the two packets of snacks sent by Fang Yan and said:
"Then I can't eat your snack in vain. And I only said that most of them were burned, not all of them. Maybe I can still find the book you want?"
Hearing this, Fang Yan was startled, and immediately realized that Le Miao thought he had a fixed book he wanted to find, but he didn't. Now his goal was any book that could teach him about physiognomy.
So as long as it’s available, it’s fine and I don’t have to choose at all.
It doesn't matter to him whether he is a charlatan or an academic.
So Fang Yan said to her:
"It only needs to be a book that teaches physiognomy. I don't have any specific requirements."
"Ah? Any book on physiognomy is acceptable?" Le Miao didn't expect that Fang Yan didn't choose.
Fang Yan nodded.
"Okay, just wait here for a while and I'll get it for you right away." Le Miao said to Fang Yan, went downstairs, and rode her bicycle out.
"What's going on?" The person on duty in the store looked curiously at Fang Yan who came down from upstairs.
Dialect explained to them:
"Borrow a book from the music store."
After hearing this, everyone understood what was going on and thought it was something mysterious.
They all know that Fang Yan likes to read. During work breaks on weekdays, whenever there is no one, Fang Yan is flipping through various Chinese medicine books. Mr. Lu alone has given him a lot of them, and he can be seen flipping through them every day. , most people are really not as devoted as he is.
After knowing that dialect was borrowing books, everyone lost interest and went about their own business.
About half an hour later, Le Miao came back on her bicycle.
There was a cloth bag in her hand, tightly wrapped in brown paper, and she didn't know how many books there were.
She handed the bag to Fang Yan:
"There are two books here. They are relatively well-preserved. There are some that are difficult to find. I will give them to you tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you." Fang Yan thanked her. Le Miao said with a smile:
"I can't eat your snacks for free, right?"
Fang Yan smiled, then put the book away without opening it, and said to him:
"Okay, I'll leave now. See you tomorrow."
"Okay, slow down on the road." Le Miao nodded and waved goodbye to Fang Yan.
Next, Fang Yan got on the bus and rode all the way back home.
At this moment, it looked like it was about 2:40 in the afternoon.
He had already planned to help Zhu Lin make dinner at 4:30, and then set off to pick up people at the train station at 6:00.
There was still more than an hour, and he planned to read the book he had got.
At this moment, the parents at home don't know where they are taking the child. They probably went to visit the house where they promised to help take care of the child for a fee. After all, the child needs milk every once in a while.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
It would be more convenient to just go to someone else's house.
Fang Yan returned to his room, came to the desk, opened the window, and opened the kraft paper in the skylight, revealing two books inside, one new and one old, one thin and one thick.
The old one was very thin, and you could feel a sense of age coming from the cover alone. Fang Yan looked carefully at the faded cover. The name of this old book was "Yuebo Cave Zhongji", and the author was Zheng Qiao of the Song Dynasty is written on the title page of the book. He was a native of Putian County, Xinghua Army, a historian and colloquialist of the Song Dynasty.
The whole book looks like a hand-written version with a calligraphy brush. The handwriting is beautiful, but I don’t know when it was copied.
Turn to the first page and read the prologue vertically from right to left: Doctors and divination are all skilled. Treating without testing is not what is called a good doctor. Divining without responding is not what is called good divination.
Translated into vernacular, this passage means:
Both doctors and fortune tellers use skills. If the doctor's treatment is ineffective, then he cannot be called a good doctor. Similarly, if the fortune teller is inaccurate, then he cannot be called a good fortune teller.
The dialects continue to be translated to the back, and they are all in this kind of classical Chinese.
Divided into upper volume and lower volume.
Among them, the volume is divided into:
Xianji, Jiutian Xuanwei, Mingdu, Lingyue, Youyin, Heyue, Xinyin, Guande, Yuzhen, the ear limit is fifteen years, the forehead limit is ten years, the eyebrow limit is four years, the eye limit is six years, and the nose is The limit is ten years, the upper and lower lips are limited to twenty years, and the chin is limited to five years.
The lower part of the volume is divided into:
On the eight limits, the lower lip and chin are the last limit, the ears, the forehead, the eyebrows, the hall of the seal, the nose, the root of the mountain, the middle of the person, the five mountains and nine states, the human body, the navel, the body, the conversation, and the spirit. There are five chapters on ending one's rank, ending one's wealth, five chapters on violence, five chapters on evil death, five chapters on illness, and five chapters on premature death.
Compared with the "Ma Yi Shen Xiang" he had read before, Fang Yan thought this book was more academic.
There is actually not much content in each directory. It is all classical Chinese, which makes it a bit difficult to read.
However, the understanding ability of dialects has improved now, and you can understand it after reading it once or twice more.
This photo book was not thick to begin with, so it was not difficult for him at all. He felt that he could understand it all in one night, and then let the system support it.
Put down this book and look at another one.
This book is newer and thicker.
A closer look at Dialect revealed that it was a printed book published in 1931.
The title of the book is very simple and clear: "Observing People"
The author is a joint author of the book:
One is named Shao Zuping and the other is named Sun Zhengyi.
The book has a total of 397 pages. It mainly summarizes the discussions of sages and observers. The summary is mainly used for: appointing talents, identifying traitors and falsehoods, choosing official positions, and self-evaluation.
At first glance, it is an academic book with obvious characteristics.
Like the previous book, it is all about academic physiognomy.
After opening it, Fang Yan found that it was no longer in classical Chinese. Although it was in traditional Chinese, the explanations were very easy to understand. Fang Yan gradually got into it.
Time passed unconsciously, and when Fang Yan came back to his senses, he found that it was already early four o'clock.
He did not forget the agreement he made with Zhu Lin, so he quickly packed up the books and locked them in a drawer, then went out and arrived at the door of Zhu Lin's house in the next building.
As soon as he knocked on the door and before he said anything, there was a rush of footsteps in the room.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was opened.
Sure enough, it was Zhu Lin who had been waiting for a long time.
"Come in quickly!" Zhu Lin pulled Fang Yan and let him enter the room.
"I've kept you waiting for a long time." Looking at Zhu Lin's appearance, Fang Yan obviously couldn't wait any longer.
Zhu Lin shook his head and said with a smile:
"No, it's just a good time for you to come here."
After saying that, she took Fang Yan to the kitchen and pointed at the ingredients she bought today as if she were offering a treasure:
"I bought a lot of your favorite dishes today, let's quickly plan tonight's menu!"
Fang Yan looked at the pile of ingredients and found that they were really the things he said he liked to eat when chatting with her.
Seeing the queen like this, Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh or cry. This was just for his mother to catch the wind and wash away the dust. Didn't she turn her elbows towards him?
Fang Yan couldn't help but touched her head and said with a smile:
"I'm cooking for your mother tonight, why are you buying the dishes I like?"
Zhu Lin's face turned red at Fang Yan's affectionate behavior. She shrank her neck and defended:
"What you eat is your intention, and as long as it tastes good, my mother doesn't choose."
(End of chapter)