Jiyang City, Yang Anxuan's residence.
The commander-in-chief of the county, Yin Zhongzheng, designated him as the upper-middle grade. On October 8, Dazhongzheng held a general discussion on the talents reported by each county, and then submitted the final decision to Situ.
With the help of Governor Xi in the state, the possibility of change is unlikely. However, there are exceptions to everything, and Chief Chen might do something bad. Yang Anxuan felt that it was better to be more prepared, so he took the time to read and write in the study and sharpen his guns before the battle.
The book has transitioned from bamboo slips and silk to paper, but it is still in the shape of a scroll. It looks very long and inconvenient to read. Yang Anxuan rolled up the "Book of Rites" in his hand and put it on the case. He had been reading the book for an hour and stood up to stretch his hands and feet.
It has been more than a month since I returned from Mengjinzhu, and I still often dream about Yan’s cavalry, about the tide of soldiers and horses coming from the Yellow River, and about myself braving the rain of arrows and fighting for my life...
I wonder what happened to Zhao Tian and Yin Ji now, but Sun Qing and He Zhong have returned to Luoyang, bringing with them the training method of "climbing, crawling, rolling, carrying wood and wading through water" that he proposed. I wonder if An Xuan's army can grow up quickly after training and become the backbone of the resistance against Hu Qi in the future.
Hu Yuan and Zhang Feng were arguing quietly outside the house. Yang Anxuan smiled at the corners of his mouth. They were secretly competing with each other. He saw it and was happy to see the result.
It is a good thing to strengthen each other. Not to mention Zhang Feng, Hu Yuan is much brighter than when he first came.
Yang Qiu ran into the courtyard and shouted loudly as he ran to the study: "Third brother, third brother."
Zhang Lan trotted after him, with sweat on his forehead and flushed face.
Zhang Feng grabbed the girl and signaled her not to follow him. The brother and sister stood on the porch talking, laughing lightly from time to time, as warm as the spring breeze.
Yang Anxuan looked at the girl who ran into the house with a headache. During this period, she had been hard on her. He was either urging her to take her to Yinjiabao or asking him to think of ideas to buy gifts. I don't know what happened today.
"Third brother, I went to Sister Yin's place yesterday and discovered a secret." Yang Qiu tilted his head and looked at Yang Anxuan with flashing eyes.
Yang Anxuan asked knowingly: "What secret?"
"I found out that Sister Yin might like you."
Yang Anxuan was frightened by the girl's words, and after a while he said: "Don't talk nonsense, it's about Miss Yin's reputation, don't talk nonsense."
Just kidding, my daughter in the previous life was older than Yin Huizhen. Although she was only sixteen years old this time, her mental age was that of a middle-aged person in her forties. I only felt pity for Yin Huizhen as an elder.
Yang Qiu pouted and said dissatisfied: "Brother, I didn't talk nonsense. When I went to Sister Yin's room, I saw her holding the paper kite you gave me in a daze, still smiling at the corner of her mouth. When she saw me, she hid the paper kite quickly and turned red. , and then asked if it was you who brought me here."
Yang Anxuan said seriously: "Qiu'er, your sister Yin is going to Jiankang soon. How can you talk about marriage with others? You also know how many people have proposed to Miss Yin, including many from high-ranking families, and they have all been married to the Yin family. He refused, obviously Miss Yin’s father intended for her to find a well-matched husband in Jiankang.”
Yang Qiu thought for a while and said with a grimace, "It seems so."
Yang Anxuan breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if Qiu'er's jaw would drop when she found out that Yin Huizhen was going to marry the prince.
Just as he was about to think of a way to drive away Qiu'er, Qiu'er shook Yang Anxuan's arm and said, "Third brother, Sister Yin will go to Jiankang years ago. You can give her a gift."
Yang Anxuan didn't want to be rumored to be fighting for a woman with that idiot prince. Although he hadn't even revealed his horoscope yet, he couldn't get involved in this matter. Yang Anxuan shook his head and said: "If you are not in line with etiquette, it is easy to cause misunderstandings and make people gossip."
Yang Qiu obviously didn't intend to give up. He tugged on Yang Anxuan's sleeves, rolled his eyes and said, "Then just think of it as a gift from me. Third brother, think about it quickly and don't want those things bought on the street."
Yang Anxuan sighed and said, "What gift do I have?"
"Third brother, you are just lazy." Yang Qiu exposed it unceremoniously: "Last time you added a bamboo whistle to the paper kite, it was very good. I took Xiaolan to the street a few days ago and saw someone in the paper kite shop. If you make a bamboo whistle on the paper kite like you did, more people will buy it. The people in the paper kite shop are really disgusting. If you take something without telling me, you are a thief."
The more he talked, the angrier he got, and Yang Qiu's little face bulged like a bun. Yang Anxuan couldn't help but pinch Qiu'er's little face, and said with a smile: "You must be showing off everywhere, and others have learned from you."
Yang Qiu blushed. After getting the kite with the bamboo whistle, she often invited some companions of the same age to fly the kite. It was probably her who spread the secret of the bamboo whistle.
Shaking Yang Anxuan's arm vigorously, Yang Qiu said coquettishly: "I don't care, I won't let you go until you get a gift."
Yang Anxuan had no choice but to think of his daughter's favorite toys. Girls all like rag dolls, but they are easily misunderstood as practicing witchcraft. This is taboo, so it’s better to avoid them. Silk figures should have appeared in the Tang Dynasty, but I don’t have the craftsmanship. As for plush toys, there are There was no place to find the money; "mud trucks, tile dogs" and the like were sold on the street. It was estimated that Yin Huizhen was not in short supply, and she saw Qiu'er giving away a lot of them...
The ethereal flute sound sounded in his mind, and the graceful and moving figure appeared in front of his eyes. Yang Anxuan sighed softly, maybe he should give this girl a gift.
I carefully went through all the toys I remembered and finally found a suitable one. Back in front of the case, Yang Anxuan cut the paper and picked up a pen to draw on the paper.
Yang Qiu stood aside and watched, and asked strangely: "Third brother, what are you drawing? There are no words or drawings."
Yang Anxuan ignored her. After finishing the painting, he put away the paper and took Yang Qiu's hand out of the government office and headed west.
Yang Qiu walked up and down and asked, "Brother, where are you going to buy gifts? I've seen almost all the shops on the street, but there's nothing good."
Yang Anxuan smiled secretly. Qiu'er liked shopping and shopping the most. This was the same as the women of later generations. It seemed that shopping was natural, regardless of age or age.
Following Yang Anxuan through the street, there was a "ding-ding-ding" sound in front of him. Yang Qiu said strangely: "Brother, there is a shop in front of you. There are no gifts to buy."
Yang Anxuan smiled and said: "That's right, just come with me."
He led Yang Qiu to a carpenter's shop. The floor was covered with wood shavings. One man was cutting mortises and another man was joining the planed wood strips to make a low couch.
Seeing Yang Anxuan standing in front of the door, the man who was cutting the mortise stood up, wiped his hands on the linen clothes he was wearing, and smiled humbly: "Master, what do you want to buy?"
Yang Anxuan took out the piece of paper from his arms and said: "Find me some pieces of good wood. Just thin boards. The size should be about a foot square or three inches square. Cut it according to the lines on the paper."
The man took the paper, glanced at it, and said, "There are red sandalwood, chicken wings, and ironwood in the store. Which one do you want to choose?"
"Use red sandalwood, make two sets of each specification." Yang Anxuan knew that red sandalwood is fine wood, orange in color, and as dark as lacquer over time, so it is a fine wood.
As he spoke, Yang Anxuan thought of Yang Li for some reason, and changed his words: "It's better to have three sets."
The man scratched his head and calculated, then said: "Chenghui is four hundred and sixty yuan."
Afraid that Yang Anxuan would find it too expensive, he explained: "Red sandalwood is expensive, so the servant only charged the young master ten yuan for the craftsmanship fee."
Yang Anxuan took out five hundred dollars and handed it to the man, saying: "I'll reward you with the extra money. How long will it take?"
The man said happily: "Thank you very much, Master, for the generous reward. Just wait a moment."
The red sandalwood is about seven cents thick. According to the pattern given by Yang Anxuan, it is quickly divided into pieces, polished smooth and put into wooden boxes.
Yang Qiu watched the carpenter at work with gleaming eyes, very curious, but sensible enough to say nothing.
After taking the wooden box and returning to the study, Yang Qiu watched Yang Anxuan put the divided wooden boards on the table and couldn't help but ask: "Third brother, what did you do with these wooden boards? It cost you five hundred dollars, five hundred dollars." Money can buy a lot of stuff.”
Yang Anxuan ignored her, fiddled with the board a few times, and asked Yang Qiu, "Look, what does this look like?"
Yang Qiu differentiated it for a while, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Like a fish."
"Not bad." Yang Anxuan broke up the wooden boards and quickly spelled out a pattern.
"It's a big horse." Yang Qiu clapped his hands excitedly and said with a smile.
He watched with wide eyes as Yang Anxuan changed the plank again, and when it stopped, he immediately said: "This time it's a tree."
After seven or eight changes in a row, Yang Anxuan stopped, and Yang Qiu said, "Third brother, keep changing, it's so fun."
Yang Anxuan smiled and said: "This thing is called a jigsaw puzzle. It can create hundreds of patterns. You can figure out the rest by yourself."
Yang Qiu nodded hurriedly.
Yang Anxuan explained: "One of these three pieces is yours, one is for Miss Yin, and the other is for Fourth Sister to teach her how to play."
Yang Qiu pursed his lips and said, "What should I do with her? All she does is play the piano and be a female celebrity all day long. It's not fun at all."
Yang Anxuan patted Yang Qiu's head and said, "She is your fourth sister, and we are a family. If you can play with Miss Yin, your sisters should get along well with each other."
Compared to Yang Qiu, Yang Li is much more sensible. She has a heavy mind at a young age. Although they are half-brothers and sisters, Yang Anxuan thought that she could relax a little. After all, she is only a twelve-year-old girl.
Yang Qiu nodded, packed the wooden boards on the desk into boxes, and looked at the pile of boxes in confusion. Yang Anxuan asked Zhang Feng to carry her away and finally found peace.
Picking up the scroll and unfolding it, Yang Anxuan concentrated on reading again, occasionally picking up his pen to make notes in the book. Accidentally, the ink fell and stained the paper.
Yang Anxuan put down his pen in frustration. This scroll-style book was really inconvenient. Thinking of the books of later generations, Yang Anxuan called Hu Yuan and ordered him to cut the Yunjie paper into square feet.
There were about forty sheets in a stack, and the upper and lower sheets were sealed with yellow paper. The maid brought a needle and thread to sew the edges of the papers together, and it became a blank book.
Yang Anxuan turned the pages in his hand, picked up the pen and wrote the sentences from "Little Window Quiet Sentences" into the book. An hour later, write four words on the cover: Xiao Chuang You Ju, and six small words in the upper right corner, written by Hongnong Yang Anxuan.
Hu Yuan smiled at the side and said: "Third Young Master, this method is really good. The books are easy to stack and easy to pack. I will also copy books this way in the future."
Yang Anxuan turned his wrist and looked at the book he had just finished with some pride. No wonder he could not leave his hand without leaving his hand and his mouth. During this period, he did not stop writing, and his writing has improved.
However, this method of copying is really time-consuming and labor-intensive. I wonder if I should develop the engraving technique someday when I have time, and I wonder if movable type printing can be used.
He handed the written "Little Window Quiet Quotes" to Hu Yuan and said, "Find someone to copy a few more copies, and I will give them away."
This kind of bound books quickly spread on the market. Because it was easy to make and practical, a large number of bound books and empty books appeared in bookstores for sale.
When scholars meet each other, they always ask each other, "Have you used books?" Since there are not many books at home, they are embarrassed to call themselves scholars.
