Lin Zhihuan suddenly remembered the year when he was eighteen years old.
That year was the first year that I came to the capital from my hometown.
At that time, I was still a newborn calf, full of lofty ideals and ambitions, vowing to make a name for myself in the capital.
However, when he finally got admitted to Wenyuan Pavilion as he wished, everything suddenly became different.
The officialdom is not the officialdom that I imagined, and the civil service is not the kind of civil service that I once yearned for.
Everything is completely different from what Lin Zhihuan imagined!
Ever since, Lin Zhihuan began his ordinary life year after year, day after day.
Officialdom?
There is no need to play both sides, as long as you don't take the initiative to offend others, that's fine.
Progressive?
It is enough to get a stable salary to ensure food and clothing for the whole family.
As for the rest, Lin Zhihuan doesn't count on it at all!
To sum it up in two words, it’s to lie flat.
If I could sum it up in two words, it would be a mess!
My own strength is weak, and since I can't change anything, I choose to adapt to it all silently.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with it!
Until Lin Zhihuan suddenly learned that he was about to face a strong opponent in this year's selection.
At this moment, he finally panicked.
If he loses his official position as a bachelor, the shame is secondary.
The most important thing is that I am no longer young, where else can I find a profitable job?
Forced to have no choice, Lin Zhihuan could only bite the bullet and thought of asking Song Huan for help.
Originally, Lin Zhihuan came here today with the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and finally tried his luck.
But what he didn't expect was that this time, the god of luck was standing behind him.
Prince Rong not only gave him such an opportunity, but also rekindled a fire in his heart!
I laughed up to the sky and went out. How can I be a Penghao person?
This must be such a good poem to bring me back to the smug and passionate years of my life at this moment.
The bold words of your youth still echo in your ears. Have you fulfilled the vows you made then?
Thinking of all this, Lin Zhihuan couldn't help but burst into tears!
Seeing Lin Zhihuan's somewhat unusual reaction, Song Huan was startled.
"Mr. Lin, are you okay?"
Lin Zhihuan shook his head hastily and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
"Your Highness, I would like to thank you!"
"Not only would you like to thank you for your willingness to help Wei Chen, but I would also like to thank you for this poem!"
"Your Highness, Wei Chen understands what the future path should be like!"
Song Huan squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Zhihuan. In front of him was still the middle-aged man with a goatee, a bit stooped, and seemed to be a little submissive.
But there seemed to be something in his eyes that was quietly changing.
"very good!"
"In that case, then Master Lin, let's continue!"
…
Time flies by like a white horse. In the blink of an eye, it is already sunset and twilight is closing.
Song Huan spoke eloquently and read nearly a hundred poems in one breath.
When Lin Zhihuan left the palace, his right hand had begun to shake uncontrollably, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold the chopsticks steadily after he returned.
However, even so, his face was still filled with a bright and excited smile.
In his hands, he held a thick stack of manuscripts as if he were holding a treasure.
In his eyes, this pile of manuscripts is no longer just a tool for him to use for temporary study.
It is a valuable spiritual food!
For Lin Zhihuan, this afternoon can be said to be like a rebirth.
After sending Lin Zhihuan away, Song Huan asked Xiao Lingzi to bring Shen Mei.
"The civilian girl frowned and paid homage to His Highness!"
Shen Mei moved her lotus steps lightly and walked in with Xiao Lingzi.
After not seeing her for a few days, she looked a little more haggard and thinner.
The flesh on her cheeks was slightly sunken, which made her eyes look bigger.
Seeing that Shen Meiqing had lost a lot of weight, Song Huan was stunned for a moment, then blurted out: "Miss Shen, you have lost weight!"
"Is it because you have been busy working in the canteen of the steel mill during this period?"
"Thanks a lot!"
Shen Mei did not expect that Song Huan would be able to detect some subtle changes in himself when he saw her for the first time.
"Thank you for your consideration, Your Highness. The daughter of the people has been busy with various chores recently, so it is inevitable that she will be a little distracted."
"But is there something wrong with the canteen at the steelworks?"
Song Huan shook his head: "That's not the most important thing."
"If I had known you were busy, I wouldn't have asked for you."
Song Huan's original intention was to be afraid of causing trouble to Shen Mei, but when Shen Mei heard this, she waved her hands repeatedly.
"No no no!"
"Your Highness, I'm not busy!"
"Whatever you ask for, just ask!"
Seeing Shen's brows shaking like a rattle, Song Huan felt a little funny.
This girl has been acting very strange recently, especially in front of herself, as if she is particularly reserved.
Could it be that he disliked the low commission he gave her for contracting the canteen?
Half of the budget given by Emperor Liang was given to Shen Mei.
It shouldn’t be too little!
That's all, let Liu Qing find a chance to ask her again in the future.
"By the way, Miss Shen, I would like to ask you if you know anyone who can print books?"
There is now an official printing shop in Daliang, which is managed by officials appointed by the imperial court. As long as Song Huan makes requests, they can do it.
But this time, Song Huan didn't want to leak it out in advance.
Therefore, he could only seek help from the knowledgeable Shen Mei.
Hearing this, Shen Mei turned her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, I actually know the owner of a printing shop."
"I usually print some folk picture books, novels, etc., which can be considered a big business."
"Does Your Highness want to print a book?"
Song Huan nodded and handed the poetry and picture book left by Lin Zhihuan just now to Shen Mei.
"In five days, I will need to print 500 copies."
"is that OK?"
Shen Mei's jaw almost dropped.
"Five...five hundred copies?"
"Your Highness, this is absolutely impossible!"
"It's not easy to print out the edition in five days. If you want to print out the entire book and print 500 copies, it's simply..."
Shen Mei silently swallowed the four words "forcing others to make things difficult" back in her stomach.
Although Song Huan's book is not that thick, if we start making the carvings now, it will take at least half a month.
It will take at least twenty days for the entire five hundred copies to be printed!
Seeing Shen Mei's reaction so intensely, Song Huan nodded silently: "Oh..."
"I understand."
"Miss Shen, the printing shop you mentioned is probably just a small private workshop, right?"
“There’s not even a movable type printing plate!”
"If we have that thing, we can print 500 copies in five days, and there will be absolutely no problem!"
As soon as these words came out, Shen Mei suddenly became sleepy.
"Your Highness..."
"What is the 'movable type printing plate' you just mentioned?"
