The small table under the eaves of the verandah was steaming hot, and the breakfast was simple. A few bowls of white rice porridge, a bowl of egg custard, a plate of scrambled eggs with leeks, a plate of fried bamboo shoots and fried meat, two cold dishes, and some steamed buns.
"Let's sit down and eat together." Jia Heng said softly, picked up the chopsticks and looked up at Qingwen.
Qingwen didn't move, she just looked at the young man's clear black and white eyes.
Jia Heng chuckled and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
After saying that, he stood up, stretched out his hand to pull Qingwen's arm, sat down, and said, "I told you yesterday that Qian'er and I don't have such big rules."
Qingwen pursed her thin lips and said softly: "Young Master... you must have some dignity."
Jia Heng raised his eyes, smiled softly, and said, "This is not where human dignity lies."
Then, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables, and started eating without saying much.
Hearing this, Qingwen raised her head and glanced at the young man. She vaguely understood something and picked up the chopsticks without saying anything.
Jia Heng pushed the bowl over and said, "You should eat this bowl of egg custard while it's hot. You're still young and it's time for you to grow taller. Please make up for it."
Qingwen was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes as bright as water, gently licked her chopsticks in the bowl, and retorted: "Young Master is only two years older than me, so you should eat more tonic."
At this time, Aunt Cai came out with a bowl and said with a smile: "Brother Heng, why don't you make an extra portion tomorrow? Look, I forgot about it."
In her eyes, this well-born girl Qingwen will most likely be Brother Heng's little wife in the future, so she won't be at a disadvantage.
Jia Heng nodded to Aunt Cai and said, "It's getting late. I'm going to the Imperial College. If anything happens at home, Auntie can ask Uncle Li to call me at the Imperial College."
While talking, I went to wash my hands and rinse my mouth, and then went into the east window room to get the manuscript.
Qingwen also put down her chopsticks at this time, went to the house to get an umbrella, walked to Jia Heng, handed it over, and said: "After autumn, there is a lot of rain, and the sky is gloomy today. Don't think about rain. You come prepared."
Jia Heng reached out to take the umbrella and said with a smile: "Go ahead and teach you how to read when I come back in the evening."
After saying that, under the watch of Qingwen and Aunt Cai, he passed the hanging flower screen and headed towards the Imperial College.
There was no words all the way. When Jia Heng arrived at the Imperial Academy, it was almost Chenzheng time. As Qingwen said, a light rain began to fall from the sky. Jia Heng held up a bamboo umbrella, pushed aside the rain curtain, and entered the Wencui Pavilion.
He first went to the official hall on the first floor to meet with Song Yuan and Song Junya, exchanged a few words with each other, then changed into the blue shirt and robe of Prison Dianshu in the dressing room, and then went straight up the stairs to Area A on the third floor.
Dao came to the seat by the window where he sat yesterday, carrying a blue and white porcelain teapot, and filled himself a cup of tea. He then sat behind the desk, picked up the list, and checked the number of books.
Relying on his extraordinary memory, he spent about an hour carefully writing down all the details in a thick stack of books containing books, and then left the pavilion and began to check.
Since he is writing here, he naturally has to do his job well to prevent others from gossiping.
There are four areas on the entire third floor, A, B, C, and D. In Area A, where he is located, there are rows of red lacquered wood bookcases as tall as a person. Fifteen rows of bookcases are full of books.
Although arranged according to the classics and history sub-collections, some of the books in the collection were randomly placed in the cabinet after being borrowed and returned by the supervisors. Therefore, the books were confusing and needed to be sorted out manually.
In fact, the prison students who came to borrow books recently complained that many books could not be found. Then they went to ask for the classics, but they could not find the classics either.
Song Yuan said there was a shortage of manpower, but it was also true.
Jia Heng looked over and saw that some books were not in the designated bookcases. He walked forward, took them out one by one, and put them under the headings.
He has a good memory and long endurance, and does not feel tired.
But there were so many books, and they had not been taken care of for a long time, and they were very messy. It was not until noon that Jia Heng looked at the books on the bookcase, put them in their places, returned to the xuan room, and drank a cup of tea.
Then he went down to have lunch, and when he came up again, he took out a volume of "Collected Commentary on Zhu Xi's Four Books" and began to study it.
Outside the window, it was misty and rainy, and the rain was ticking, ticking on the eaves.
Jia Heng actually felt that everything was silent and there was only one person left between heaven and earth.
Perhaps because of the rain, there were not many supervisors coming and going in Wencui Pavilion, but by late afternoon, some supervisors did come in.
In fact, Wencui Pavilion is the same as the libraries of later generations. When did it become crowded?
It’s not the annual exam...
"This book is much neater than before. Is this a new book?" A slightly fat prison student in scholar's uniform said in surprise.
"There is someone in the wing room. He must be a newcomer." A prison student in his mid-twenties, wearing a blue scarf and an elegant face, was flipping through a copy of Shi Shuo Xin Yu in his hand.
The fat supervisor frowned and said, "I wonder where the "Selected Works of Xiao Tong" is? I've been here several times, but I haven't found it."
"Go and ask the Dian Shu."
The fat supervisor responded and entered the room to inquire. After a while, he returned and said, "It's in the third row of the Yimao cabinet. I'll go there first."
"It's really surprising, it's really here." The fat supervisor found the book and was puzzled in his heart. He thought about the young man who said where the book was and secretly marveled.
Jia Heng was currently in the Xuan room, thinking about how to save his time.
Although his job is leisurely, it still takes up some time.
"Wencui Pavilion has a unified borrowing place, but the people who work there are lazy and do not want to run up and down. They often let Dianshu go up and down the stairs to return books. But Dianshu also wants to be lazy, and then the supervisors often return them on their own. This It’s not a big problem. There is a book return desk on the third floor to guide the supervising students who are willing to run. Just put it there. After lunch, I will finish the list in a while. "
"There is another reason for the confusion in the book list. Some supervisors took it out and looked at it, but after it was over, there was no way to distinguish the books. I just checked it every morning. As for others who came to inquire about the books... they needed to be compiled. A search method is posted on the wooden sign so that they can search by themselves without having to ask about everything.”
Well, it's only Jia Heng's first day on the job, and he has already begun to improve efficiency and try to save his own time.
When it was Shenzheng time, the sky was dark and it was already the day of the next duty. Jia Heng raised his head and looked at the picture and text retrieval guide written on jute paper.
This is the time-saving method he came up with.
He planned to find a carpenter to make some notice boards and place them on both sides of the fifteen bookcases in Area A. He would write a brief summary of the books contained in each cabinet and post them on them for the scholars to search for themselves.
At the entrance of the pavilion, there is a notice board with pictures and texts describing the bibliographic search process and summarizing the categories of books in each cabinet.
"In this way, the workload will be greatly reduced in the future, and I will have more time to study and prepare for exams." Jia Heng thought.
"However, since I'm new here, I shouldn't make my own decisions. It's better to discuss it with Song Lu."
Jia Heng thought for a while and felt that it was not appropriate for him to make opinions as he had just arrived. If Song Yuan thought it was feasible, it would be a favor to promote Wencui Pavilion.
When communicating with others, you can't just ask for it without giving back.
With this in mind, I took a pile of jute paper and went to look for Song Yuan.
If it's a little later, I'll probably go home.
Sure enough, when Jia Heng came to the hall on the first floor, Song Yuan was packing his things. When he saw Jia Heng arriving, he smiled and said, "It's Zi Yu, haven't you left yet? I'll knock it all out in the pavilion." Locked."
Jia Heng said: "I have something I want to ask Mr. Song."
Seeing Jia Heng's polite words and holding a thick pile of manuscripts on jute paper in his hand, Song Yuan looked surprised, put down the cloth bag in his hand, and said with a smile: "Is it possible that he has doubts about the classics and meanings?"
Jia Heng shook his head gently, and told all his thoughts. Finally, he said loudly: "Mr. Song, I think if we do this, it can save us a lot of trouble."
After Song Yuan heard this, he was speechless for a long time. He cast his eyes at the young man in surprise, his eyes sparkling with emotion.
He is really...a handsome young man with a talent for managing affairs.
The method practiced by Jia Heng has won the hearts of leaders even in later systems, because it can be said that it combines the advantages of no fuss, strong operability, and quick results.
How many hundreds of dollars can be wasted by writing a few tips and asking carpenters to make a few floor-to-ceiling signs?
The problem is that this young man has only been here for less than a day and he can think of this method. This shows his subtle insight, his ability in handling things, and his quick thinking. He also consulted with him first, rather than doing things on his own and thinking that he can do it himself.
No wonder the son of the Prime Minister of Han...
Well, Song Yuan was sighing in his heart, and suddenly thought of something, his face turned strange, and he chuckled: "Ziyu has... taken great pains to save time in studying."
