Sheng Yuan followed her father to the book club and was stunned when she saw the club occupying a street.
Well, she was naive, she thought the book club was an ordinary shop.
"Let's go in, sign in and then we can go home." Sheng Xiangxun squeezed his little daughter's paw and walked in.
The social building is divided into two parts: the inner and outer parts. There are a large number of tables and chairs on the first floor of the outer building. The desks provide pens, inks, paper and inkstones for scholars with official and academic records to copy and write from memory. The second floor of the outer building is a place for borrowing books. , which contains a large number of books.
"Students can buy commonly used books from the book club, or they can copy books from the book club and bring them back; similarly, students can sell rare books to the book club, or they can help the book club copy exclusive books from other companies."
Sheng Yuan understood instantly: "The first two tasks are to allow students to spend money on gifts in the book club; the last two tasks are to allow students to make money in the book club!"
Sheng Xiangxun: "...that's right."
I just feel that my little girl’s summary is very strange.
Sheng Xiangxun was puzzled for just a moment, and soon he forgot about this idea. He walked inside with his little daughter in his arms and introduced: "The inner hall of the bookstore is where Hanlin officials, or in other words, imperial officials gather occasionally. A place to talk."
"Yes." Sheng Yuan nodded, expressing understanding.
Isn't this the place where the imperial officials team-building was held?
"The first floor of the inner building is a spacious hall for everyone to talk. There are more than a dozen rooms on the second floor. It is where the court officials gather. We will go there in a moment."
Sheng Xiangxun was talking, and under the guidance of the office staff, he walked along the quiet path to the core building of the book office, then climbed the stairs and headed towards the exclusive quiet hall belonging to the Hanlin Academy officials.
The area of the Jing Pavilion is incomparable to that of the hall below, but it is still as big as the three schools in the Shengguo Palace.
When Sheng Yuan followed her father in, there were already five or six Jinqiu Langjun inside. They were standing or sitting, some were laughing and chatting, and some were writing at the table.
Seeing Sheng Xiangxun coming, several gentlemen came over with smiles, bowed to each other, wished each other New Year, and said hello.
After a few words of greeting, everyone turned their attention to Sheng Yuan and continued to praise her.
Sheng Yuan listened to everyone's skillful words of praise, and kept sighing in her heart: It's not easy to be an adult. Look at this business model of mutual praise, which has almost become instinctive.
Of course, I was sighing in my heart, but with a silly smile on my face, I said hello to the other party with my fists raised.
When several adults saw the child, they took out the small purses they had prepared in advance.
Sheng Yuan had seen such a purse before. When she was twenty-nine, her father prepared a lot of them. They usually contained six coins and six candies, just so that they would not be embarrassed when meeting colleagues or children from the neighborhood. .
"Brother Sheng, we are going home. We will meet again at Wen Yuan Building on the 26th." Everyone came earlier, and now they all left their names and words before saying goodbye and leaving.
Sheng Xiangxun smiled and gave him his hands.
Sheng Yuan waited until no one was in the room, then asked her father: "Dad, aren't you here to party with them?"
Sheng Xiangxun had already opened the name card and browsed through it. Hearing the sound, he laughed and said, "It's the Chinese New Year. Instead of getting together with your family, you come here to get together with your colleagues? We haven't seen enough of each other yet!"
After saying that, he added his name on the post, then turned the page and left sixteen lines of poetry, and then introduced to Shengyuan: "On the first day of every year, court officials would leave their names and addresses in the corresponding rooms in the library. If you are willing to look through the New Year greeting poems from your colleagues, you can read them one by one and treat them as if you are the one congratulating them... Of course, it doesn’t matter whether you read them or not. After all, when you come here, everyone will tacitly agree that they have met each other and wish each other New Year greetings!"
"Is this still possible?!" Sheng Yuan felt that her eyes were opened. This was so easy!
"What else?" Sheng Xiangxun checked the poems and found that there were no problems. Then he closed the name card and touched his little daughter's head with a smile. "How many colleagues can the court meet? If I say hello to each of them, Then when will we go?"
"What about the superiors? Won't they feel slighted?" Sheng Yuan was amazed and curious about the ability of the scholar-bureaucrats in Da Chu to reduce their burdens.
"Are you so curious?" Sheng Xiangxun saw that his youngest daughter was quite serious, so he simply sat on the chair, hugged her and talked in detail, "When dad was studying hard in the study, weren't you still making trouble? The tribute my father wrote at that time was intended for Shangguan to read."
Sheng Yuan gradually figured it out following her father's introduction.
Because courtiers pay homage to the emperor on the third day of the lunar month every year, they would complete the exchange of congratulations among colleagues on the first and second day of the lunar month.
It was the choice of officials of the fourth rank and below in the imperial court to leave their names and ink in the bookstore affiliated to the Hanlin Academy.
For example, officials of the third rank and above will write their names and congratulatory messages on the greeting cards, and then send their own bookboys to deliver them to their friends, classmates, old friends, colleagues, people of the same age and neighbors on the same street. At that time, the concierge of each government will also record the person who sent the card.
Of course, this method is not only used by high-ranking officials, but also by low-ranking officials. Most of them will ask bookboys and servants to deliver congratulatory cards to their close friends.
"Ordinary officials have to write New Year's greetings to their superiors. Officials of third rank and above can write congratulatory messages to the emperor."
Sheng Xiangxun said, and took himself as an example: "Like your father and I, although we are not high-ranking officials, because we are civil servants of the Hanlin Academy and close ministers of the emperor, we are qualified to write congratulatory messages to His Majesty."
"Then you want to write a tribute to the emperor, the prince, the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, and the chief minister, right?" Sheng Yuan counted on her fingers while blinking at her father, hoping to get praise.
"..." Sheng Xiangxun paused and suggested that the little girl ignore the option of being a prince.
He promised that if he had written a tribute to the prince before he ascended the throne, the prince would have laughed at him eight times a day, and the content of the tribute would not have been posted all over the city.
Even if I wanted to avoid being dismissed from my job for beating the prince, I couldn't write this article.
Sheng Yuan didn't know that her father was so rich in psychological activities. She and the system were amazed at what she had just discovered - Dachu officials did not need to socialize with colleagues during their holidays!
[...] The system looked at Sheng Yuan, who was so happy in her heart, and felt a little tired.
With such a huge officialdom, she found such an advantage?
Probably because it has been in contact with Sheng Yuan for a long time, the system is also changing. No, it has begun to relieve itself.
"Okay, we can go back!" Sheng Xiangxun told his little girl, he looked out the window and felt it was getting late, so he handed the name card back to the official and walked out with Sheng Yuan.
After finally bringing the little girl out alone, Sheng Xiangxun was not in a hurry to go back home, and led her towards the main street with a smile.
The street was already lively at this moment, and there were many young men and young ladies running around holding windmills, candied haws, and rattles and laughing.
It is rare to find a well-behaved child who is either held in an adult's arms or placed around his neck.
Sheng Yuan originally insisted on leaving by herself, but after seeing these children, she immediately shook her father's arm and looked at him with bright eyes, hoping that her father would understand.
Unfortunately, Sheng Xiangxun seemed not to notice it, looking straight ahead, determined not to understand.
Good guy, last time I carried this little guy for half an hour, he had a stiff neck the next day! There can be no compromise this time!
Well, in order to be able to move freely, there must be no compromise!
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