oppressive rule.
This sentence could not be more appropriate for bureaucrats in the feudal period. At night, there was a curfew in the city and government officials were on duty. However, the officials of the Hanlin Academy still went back to their homes with their feudal privileges. Those who were drunk were escorted by guards. Zhu Ping An also returned to the Linhuai Marquis Mansion under the escort of the officers.
But this time Zhu Pingan really drank too much, and could almost be described as drunk. Three young men from the Linhuai Marquis Mansion carried Zhu Pingan back to the guest room.
"Stinky toad..."
Li Shu took the wet towel from Baozi's little maid and, as usual, carefully wiped Zhu Ping'an's face while pouting her lips in anger.
"Toads are beneficial insects...the teacher said you can't eat them..." Zhu Pingan, who was drunk and unconscious, muttered.
"Giggle... My uncle is so drunk, and he still wants to eat it. I remember that my uncle loved to eat it when he was a child." After hearing this, the little maid couldn't help covering her mouth and giggled, and then continued to cheer. He looked at his lady curiously and asked, "But lady, can we eat toads too? Is it delicious?"
"I've never eaten mud-legged food, so how do I know?" Li Shu rolled her eyes, and then told the little maid Baozi, "Hua'er, go to the kitchen and ask them to make another bowl of hangover soup to save you some time." He will talk nonsense again."
"Yes, okay, young lady." The little maid Baozi left in a hurry.
Only Li Shu and the drunk Zhu Pingan were left in the room. When Li Shu waited for the footsteps of the little maid Baozi to disappear in the yard, she gathered her skirt and sat next to Zhu Pingan, stretched out her green-white fingers and gently He gently placed it on Zhu Pingan's face.
The drunk Zhu Ping'an felt hot. When Li Shu put his hand on his face, he felt cool and comfortable, so he unconsciously buried his face in Li Shu's hand and rubbed it from side to side.
The baby is scared to death.
Li Shu was startled at first, like a frightened little white rabbit, her pretty face suddenly turned red. Later, seeing that Zhu Pingan's reaction was unconscious, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zhu Pingan?"
Li Shu called out softly. Zhu Pingan, who was lying on the bed, did not respond. Then Li Shu, with her pretty red face, listened to the movement outside the window with her ears open like a thief. After confirming that no one was there, she looked at Zhu Pingan with a pair of big black eyes. His face was full of spookiness.
"Zhu Pingan, do you like me?"
After a moment, Li Shu's low-pitched inquiry sounded in the room, full of arrogance.
Then, Li Shu stretched out her slender hands and placed them on the back of Zhu Ping'an's head and chin. Holding Zhu Pingan's head, he gently nodded twice in succession.
"Ouch, the smelly toad wants to eat swan meat, huh, I'll think about it then."
Then, Li Shu held her fragrant cheeks, with spring in her brows and eyes, looking at Zhu Ping'an lying on the bed, and enjoyed herself for a long time.
Until Baozi's little maid came back with a bowl of hangover soup, she could still see the excitement on her face.
early morning. Zhu Ping'an was woken up by Baozi's little maid when he was bringing breakfast. After waking up, he touched his hazy head, and the uncomfortable feeling still came over him. It was still dark outside at this time, and there were several stars shining in the sky.
"When is it now?"
After washing his face, Zhu Ping'an felt much better. Thinking of the scene yesterday when he was scolded by Li Mo for coming late, he couldn't help but ask the little maid Baozi.
"It's just past nine o'clock, it's still early." The little maid Baozi said while setting the meal, "Brother, come and eat quickly."
"It's time?" Zhu Ping'an was surprised. Then he quickly put on his clothes, took a piece of cake from the table and ran out.
"Uncle, uncle..." Baozi's little maid was stunned for a second, then she raised her short legs and shouted after him.
Zhu Pingan took the cake and ate it before heading to the stable. When they reached the stable, they had already finished eating the cake. They took out the black horse from the stable and walked outside the palace. After leaving the Linhuai Marquis Mansion, they got on the horse and rode all the way towards the Hanlin Academy.
In ancient times, officials also needed to sign in. In the spring and winter of the Ming Dynasty, the sign-in was at 6 a.m., and in the autumn and summer, the sign-in was earlier than 5:30. Emperor Yuanzhang established a strict punishment system. If you are late or absent from work for no reason, unlike in modern times, you will only be deducted from your salary. In the Ming Dynasty, you will be flogged or imprisoned depending on the seriousness of the case.
Mao hour is equivalent to five o'clock. Normally, as the little maid Baozi said, it is enough time.
But, isn’t this Li Mo?
I was not late for work yesterday, but I was bitten by Li Mo. If he wanted to avoid being attacked by Li Mo, Zhu Pingan felt that he had to arrive at least half an hour early, so Zhu Pingan was so anxious.
Shamat was unexpectedly cooperative, and he quickly rode his horse to the Yamen of the Hanlin Academy. When he arrived at the Yamen, Zhu Pingan handed over the black horse Shamat to the officer, who led him to the stable for feeding fodder and drinking water.
At this time, only a few people from the Hanlin Academy arrived. Zhu Pingan signed in in the hall, chatted with people for a few words, and then went to the library where he worked.
When Lao Li from the Library came to the Hanlin Academy to clean up, Zhu Pingan had already started organizing books on the first floor of the Library.
Looking at the vast and chaotic arrangement of books on the first floor, and thinking of the experiences of the previous Hanlins in charge of the library who were ravaged by Emperor Jiajing, Zhu Pingan decided to sort out the books in this library, and not to repeat their mistakes. Same mistake.
Standing on the first floor, Zhu Ping'an considered organizing the library according to the modern library collection method. However, after thinking that there was no pinyin or even Arabic numerals in ancient times, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his stomach. If it were arranged according to the modern arrangement, it would probably be Only you can find the book in minutes, and it will be difficult for others to find the book.
In addition, modern book collections are classified according to social sciences, natural sciences, philosophy and religion, etc. Ancient people did not understand what social science is and what natural sustainability is...
There must be tens of thousands of books on this floor, and there is not much order to arrange them. Rearranging them must be a very time-consuming and energy-consuming task.
Sure enough, it is not an easy task.
However, compared to others, Zhu Ping'an has one advantage that no one has. It comes from hundreds of years of experience accumulated by later generations. Although the method of sorting and placing books in modern libraries cannot be copied exactly, it can also be used as a reference. In addition, Zhu Pingan has some experience in studying ancient Chinese literature, such as the sorting of books in the Qing Dynasty, and can be used as a reference.
It cannot be placed according to categories such as social sciences and natural sciences, but ancient times also have their advantages. Ancient times are not divided into natural sciences, social sciences, literature, art, religion, etc., but the books of hundreds of ancient schools of thought can be divided into classics, histories, chapters, and collections. , heretical books can also be divided into astronomy, geography, yin and yang, medical calculations, monks' teachings, skills, etc.
The Ming Dynasty did not have Chinese pinyin and Arabic numerals, but it had a prosperous and powerful rhyme.
Of course, the most important thing is the management system of modern libraries. This is the core and soul of modern libraries. If they are not managed well after being sorted, they will become messy again. If the modern library management system is combined with the reality of the Ming Dynasty, it can be formulated A library management system in line with the Ming Dynasty should be quite effective.
After Zhu Ping'an thought about it, he returned to his seat, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and roughly listed the methods for sorting books. He thought about it while improving it, and in about half an hour he compiled a realistic and feasible method for sorting the library. (To be continued.)
