Thousands of books are filled with thick and faint fragrance, and the falling snow is like crystal beads. When someone asks Shushan where he is going, he should remember that a student from a poor family is not an orphan.
There are lights illuminating dark roads at night. Love stays, a little light shines in the heart. The sound of reciting comes from here. Looking from a distance, people look like pictures and the moon is like a scroll.
"My dear friend, may I ask where this is the place where books are printed?"
Zhu Fang pulled Hanhan and stood at the door. Someone dressed as a later student asked the first student.
"I don't know, I turned around and saw a large area separated by a bamboo forest. The bamboos haven't grown yet, and you can see that attics and corridors have been built." The scholar shook his head.
Another scholar said next to him: "They must be selling it! If not, why would they print it?"
"I don't know what kind of books were printed, preferably the Four Books and Five Classics. The war ended only three years ago, and I can't find this book even if I try to find it.
When borrowing from others, you can't borrow it for too long, so you have to seize the time to copy it. There will be many typos when copying each other.
Notes are the most difficult to copy. The number of words is several times, more than ten times, or even dozens of times that of the main text. "
The student who asked first took a step towards the door. He stopped five or six steps away from the door, stretched his neck and looked inside.
After hearing this, Zhu Fang pulled Hanhan to go in, but was stopped by the man who stretched his neck: "No, dear brother, how can you break into the place where books are printed?"
Zhu Xiang turned his head and smiled: "Aren't books for people to read? What can you see outside? Or ask. Hey! What kind of book is printed inside?"
The person in charge, who was watching others printing books inside, had already noticed someone at the door. When he heard a familiar voice, he looked again and hurried over: "Go back to the proprietor, the one printing at the moment is the university."
"Don't call me proprietor, call me shopkeeper. Can I say the word "dong" casually?"
Zhu Xi corrected him. The King of Qin called him Dongzhu. What did the prince call him? Others can, but he cannot.
After correcting him, he turned to the student who stopped him and said, "University, it's in the Four Books."
other side:"……"
"Brother, you...you are..." The student is not stupid. He knows the identity of the people around him. He runs a bookstore.
"Come on, everyone, come in and walk aside. There are books upstairs. See if you can take a fancy to them." Zhu Xi invited.
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
"My shoes are wet, shopkeeper. Isn't it good to go in?"
"Are the shopkeeper's shoes dry? It's snowing. Just let me in."
"How many books has the shopkeeper printed?"
The scholars followed Zhu Xi and Hanhan into the door. Before entering, they carefully rubbed the soles of their shoes on the straw mat at the door.
For them, the place where books are printed is sacred because there are people who cannot buy books or buy books.
Once inside, everyone discovered that rows of people were printing books. God knows how many books could be printed in a day.
"Follow us upstairs. The newly printed paper downstairs needs to dry before it can be bound into a book." Zhu Xi pulled Hanhan up the stairs.
The twenty or so students who came in held their robes tightly for fear of touching anything.
After going up to the second floor, they saw rows of bookshelves in front of them. The bookshelves were close to each other and facing each other, about three steps apart.
There are stools nearby for people to sit and read, but there is no table. It is obvious that they are not going to let people write.
Zhu Fang introduced: "In addition to the Four Books and Five Classics, there are also some classics. There are many printed books on the Four Books and Five Classics. Choose a book on the bookshelf and go to the stool next to you to see if you are satisfied with it.
If you want to read more, go downstairs through another exit or take the corridor on the second floor. There are places to sit and read casually, and there are also private rooms where you can pay to read.
This place is called the Painting Library. After it is opened to the public, it does not rest for twelve hours. You can come and go at any time. You can also sleep when you are tired.
If you want to take the book home to read, you need to register the address. Foreign students need someone to vouch for it, agree on a return date, take the book back, and compensate for the damage. If you can't afford the compensation, copy the book in block letters. "
"Danqing? The lunch box seller is also called Danqing. Is it the same Danqing?" Some students reacted quickly and made the connection.
"Yeah! Read a book in the Danqing Library. Danqing lunch boxes are available for delivery. There are three-, five-, and ten-wen versions that many people probably won't choose."
Zhu Xi admitted it. He stood behind and could not name the library of King Qin.
"Really a family? Lending it out for free? Who would buy it? How can we continue to drive it without money?"
Another scholar was actually worried that the library could not make money, fearing that the library would become obsolete and there would be no place to read.
Zhu Ming smiled brightly: "Jubiqi over there is also a painter business, as is the beer seller. Can't these businesses support a library?"
He did not say that the subsequent fee items would be enough to sustain the library's expenses and would not require subsidies elsewhere.
For example, the facilities in the single room are good, hardcover books are sold, Hongxiu is allowed to add incense, but Hongxiu is not allowed to sell incense, and provides better pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Here’s another recipe. Just order whatever you want, and the Danqing store will deliver it to you.
Later, we can provide poetry receptions, cocktail receptions, venue rentals, and banquet arrangements.
Yes! Buy the house behind it! Buy from this street to that street, and buy the ones behind Luoyunzhai and Jubiqi horizontally.
Now the place became bigger, many students would read here, and the writing style was at its peak.
The more than 20 students didn't know what the shopkeeper was thinking. They were surprised by the strength of the painting shop.
He is so rich. In front of Jubiqi's store, people start buying things every morning. When there are many people, they queue up to the warehouse opposite.
"What a kind man! What's your name, the shopkeeper?" A scholar praised him and asked again.
"Yeah! Gui, my surname is Zhu." Zhu Ping didn't say "Gui".
"Zhu, Gui! Hey hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian had to speak out. He couldn't keep silent for a long time, so he just found an opportunity.
"Zhu? Are you..." The person who asked became excited and bent his legs downward.
"In Ningguo Mansion, Xuancheng County, and Xiaqiu Village, we basically all have the surname Zhu, which is the same as the current sage."
It is impossible for Zhu Ping to expose his identity and throw Xiaqiu Village out.
"Then when will it be possible for me to come in and read?" another student asked.
"How about today! It's just right, the moon is full." Seeing everyone's looks, Zhu Ping saw that some people seemed to be in a hurry and decided to let people in in advance.
So everyone thanked him first and then ran out to call their friends.
Many of them came from outside, and it cost money to stay in the inn. Knowing that the place was closed at twelve o'clock, they thought of reading during the day and finding a place to sleep at night, so they dealt with it.
When it was getting dark, there were two hundred and twenty-five people studying here with no intention of leaving.
Glass lamps were picked up and hung in the reading area to illuminate the students.
In addition, we provide incense-scented bedding, straw mats, free boiled water and pickles, and we forget about the food.
The students were so grateful that they wiped their tears, picked up the steamed buns and pancakes and put them aside to eat when they were hungry.
Time passed, the snow stopped, the lights in other places gradually went out, the library was still bright, and a full moon slowly rose, reflecting the snow and lights, white and warm.
Some people were reciting in a low voice, and some people were tired of studying and rubbed their eyes, looking at the glazed lamp in a daze.
The sound of banging the clapper to announce the watch in the night, coupled with the sound of reading, spread far... very far...
(End of chapter)
