In this way, Zhang Yue settled down in the clan school. Although it was a little difficult to adapt in the first few days, he gradually got used to it after staying for a long time, and even liked it a little.
For example, Zuxue's daily meal at noon is enough to make Zhang Yue full of expectations from the bottom of his heart before going to bed the night before.
On this day, Zhang Yue was copying books and saw the minister going up to the library and preparing to sort out the collection of books. Zhang Yue put down his pen and asked Ying to step forward to help. The minister didn't object after seeing it, so he let Zhang Yue help.
Zhang Yue looked at a room full of classics and thought, this is all money! No wonder it is said that there is a golden house in the book.
"May I ask, are the ministries divided according to the classics and histories?"
The minister nodded and said, "Of course!"
After finishing his ministry, he sat aside and took a book to read by himself, as if the old god was there.
Zhang Yue came to help, but became the main force.
Zhang Yue didn't say anything. He put the books into categories one by one and thought to himself, it is really a family tradition for children of aristocratic families to study. This room full of books can be borrowed at will, which is better than the treatment that Guo Xuexue gets when borrowing books to read. It's really much higher.
The Nine Classics were all produced before the Qingli period, and this edition is of the best quality. It has been carefully revised and corrected, so it can be called a rare edition.
In addition, there are many handwritten books, all from before the Tang Dynasty. There was no printing in the Tang Dynasty, so the person who requested the book copied it himself, so the person who wrote it had to proofread it by himself.
People who have a collection of books generally have a high cultural background and are good at copywriting, so their handwritten books are of better quality than printed copies after repeated proofreading.
Such ancient books will be considered priceless in future generations. I also understood why the ministry left them alone as if to guard against thieves.
If a scholar steals a book, it's not considered stealing. But if it's a scholar's business, can it be considered stealing? No wonder there is Lu Xun standing at the end of the book. While Zhang Yue was sorting out the books, he took advantage of this time to read through each book.
When sorting it out, Zhang Yue saw that Shishi had originally placed "Mencius" not in the subcategory but in the classics category, so he asked: "Shishi, should "Mencius" be classified as a classic or as a classic?"
"Do you think I should return to the classics or to the son?" the minister asked.
Zhang Yue Zao realized that this minister's talk was good and should not be taken lightly. Zhang Yue remembered Mencius's theory, which he had discussed with Chen Shengzhi in the Pengxian Wei residence.
Zhang Yue thought to himself that since Mencius was placed in the classics category in his ministry, he must respect Mencius.
So Zhang Yue said: "You think that Mencius's words are vigorous and powerful, so you can respect the scriptures."
"Oh? How do you act so fiercely?"
Zhang Yue immediately used what Chen Shengzhi said that day to learn from it and put it into practice.
The minister was a little surprised at first, but then his expression dimmed. When Zhang Yue finished speaking, he sneered and said, "You have no shame in speaking, you must have heard these words from hearsay. Have you read Mencius?"
Mencius was not among the Nine Classics. He believed that Zhang Yue, a poor scholar, would definitely not be able to read books other than those used for imperial examinations.
Zhang Yue said calmly: "Forget it if you don't believe in the ministry."
"Then I'll give you a test!"
"Please do as you please with your ministry..."
Looking at Zhang Yue's smile, the minister felt that he had underestimated the young man.
After Zhang Yue recited Mencius easily, he already believed in his ministry. He said: "You can't even recite the Nine Classics, why do you recite Mencius?"
"It's still the same sentence. Confucius's teachings are kind to teachers. Their words are like a spring breeze, but Mencius's teachings wake people up and send chills down their backs after reading them."
In fact, the current understanding of Zhang Yue's words is that Confucius seems to be a virtuous teacher who usually tries to reason with you. But many people can't listen to such a big principle. Someone has to scold you before you can listen.
This is like reading "Kong Yiji" and "The True Story of Ah Q". They were funny when I was young. But after I have gained a certain amount of experience, will I feel chills on my back after reading them again? Can't sleep in the middle of the night?
Zhang Yue said: "If you don't follow the Way and float in the sea on a raft, you are a saint. But if you are Mencius, you will scold him when you see him. He is not like a human king!"
"Stop talking, have you sorted it out?" Zhang Yue was talking in high spirits, but Shi Shi closed the book in his hand.
What a weird little old man. Zhang Yue commented secretly in his heart.
The books are indeed almost organized, but if you want to do something, you must do it clearly.
"There is some dust on the cabinet. I will wipe it off the floor as well. There is a lot of dust here. Please go downstairs and sit down for the ministry."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yue picked up the duster and rag from the corner and started to tidy them up. He was pretty good at tidying things up, but usually he was too lazy to tidy up his room until the adults at home couldn't stand it anymore. Zhang Yue then started to tidy up, and he would tidy up every time.
But after ten days and a half, the house became a doghouse again.
The clerk frowned and let Zhang Yue go to help him go downstairs and muttered: "How long will it take you to arrive?"
After eating, Zhang Yue tidied up for another hour and was so busy that he was sweating profusely. Fortunately, the library is almost in order.
The clerk glanced at him and locked the door without saying anything. He looked like it was natural and didn't even say a word of thanks. He treated Zhang Yue as free labor.
Zhang Yue said again: "Minister, my library is still missing a bibliography. Once the bibliography is available, the borrower can search for the book according to the bibliographic index, which will save a lot of effort."
"Others save effort, but I don't have that much effort, so what can I do?" the minister asked Zhang Yue sideways.
"It's not that difficult. Let's do it while you're free! Of course, it's too late today. I'll write it tomorrow."
"Yes." The minister spat out the word and left with his hands behind his hands.
The next day Zhang Yue went to the library again, and the clerk gave him a blank book. Zhang Yue went to the library and copied the books one by one in the bibliography. Zhang Yue continued to write for another half day. In the afternoon, he was asked by Xuelu to sort out Xuefian's account books. After being busy for almost an hour, he returned to the library and continued to sort out the bibliography.
On the third day, the two brothers went to Nanfengyuan.
Guo Lin said seriously: "You have been busy organizing the library these days, and you haven't copied many books. I helped you copy them yesterday, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get home at night. Why do you do so many things for a minister?" ?”
Zhang Yue smiled when he heard this and said nothing.
Zhang Yue finished copying the book that day, but his handwriting was not as good as Guo Lin's, so the courtyard arranged more things for Guo Lin, so Zhang Yue did have fewer things on his hands.
So Zhang Yue asked the minister, received the key, and went upstairs to sort out the books. The minister looked at Zhang Yue and gave him the key to open the door with confidence. Zhang Yue was busy for a long time before he copied the entire library of books into categories.
When Zhang Yue handed a small copy of "Zijintang Bibliography" to the official, the official smiled lightly and said: "It's written neatly. Okay, I don't have anything to do with you for the time being. I'll give you instructions later." !”
Shishi thought that Zhang Yue would be less troublesome from now on, but Zhang Yue said again: "Shishi, the books in the hall have been used for a long time. If they are borrowed, they will be written as "borrowed", and if they are not borrowed, they will be written as "borrowed". I want to go back to Write a book to prepare for details..."
"Wait a minute," the minister squinted at Zhang Yue and said, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"What's his fault? Could it be that the boy did something wrong?" Zhang Yue pretended to be confused.
The clerk snorted and said: "No, you did a good job and almost all my errands were done. If you don't tell me clearly, I will suspect that you are plotting to get my job! I still want to do this leisurely errand." How many years will it take?"
This job is too great, I can't take it.
The minister said calmly: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. I hate nagging people the most."
Zhang Yue smiled naively and said: "The minister is indeed very discerning. To be honest, I want to borrow a book from the minister to read after copying books every day. In this library, I am determined not to take it out." "
The thought of ministry is that this person does so many things every day, and this is what he wants. I still believe that it is his wish. Although some scheming was used, it was not for the sake of going astray, which is commendable.
The minister looked Zhang Yuedao up and down: "It's rare that you have such a desire to learn, but how much time do you have to study after copying books every day?"
Of course, I read it on the spot and memorized it when I went home and fell asleep.
Zhang Yue originally wanted to sound very encouraging and said that although he didn't have much time, if he could read for a minute, he would gain a moment's benefit, and if he read for half an hour, he would gain half a moment's benefit.
But then I thought about it, it was suspected of being a misfortune. So Zhang Yue said cautiously: "It won't take long, just take a look."
"Casual?" The minister asked with a straight face, "How can you say that reading is casual?"
Zhang Yue heard the implication and said quickly: "Thank you for your correction, I will read it carefully."
Zhang Yue thought to himself again, why don't you sit with your feet up all day outside the pavilion door basking in the sun and reading a book?
The minister continued with a straight face: "The word "careful" is not just a casual comment. You have to tell me clearly what books you read every day. I will take the exam when the time comes. If you can't explain clearly, I won't do it again in the future. I’ll lend you a book.”
Zhang Yue looked at the minister like this, and suddenly the more he looked, the more he felt that this little old man looked more and more like someone in the textbook.
So Zhang Yue began to copy and read books in the library.
After Guo Lin found out, he said to him sincerely: "Junior brother, there are some things you and I can only ask for. Don't waste your efforts. The most important thing is to be content with your duties."
Zhang Yue said: "Senior brother, where are you thinking? I just want to borrow books and read them."
Guo Lin shook his head and said nothing.
Shishi continued to be cold on his face, but he was no longer as wary of the two of them as he was at first.
But here Zhang Yue continued to help the clerk with the errands in the library. Unless the clerk agreed to borrow books, he would not be lazy. Things must start and end.
At the same time, Zhang Yue also used the daily settlement money to buy some vegetables and fruits from Guo Xuexue's village and gave them to the minister, but told him they were grown in his own fields. Over there, I also have to do the work of setting up the academic records and settling accounts.
After copying for a month, Zhang Yue's diligent calligraphy practice day and night finally made his handwriting look better. Only he knows about this progress. Although there is not much progress, Zhang Yue knows that calligraphy is better than a long stream of water.
One day, the minister got them a food table, and the two of them lived a much better life. Finally, they no longer had to eat in the pavilion.
As for every three to five days, the minister would also ask Zhang Yue about his reading experience in the past few days.
Zhang Yue said it truthfully, and of course he also added a lot of his own opinions. The ministers will also show off without mercy, and sometimes they will think seriously.
However, the minister never said a word about Zhang Yue's opinion, nor did he give any advice. Zhang Yue just wanted to find someone to review his lessons.
