He Neng knelt down with a puff and cried, "Young Master spare his life...... The small skillful mouth is not that mouth, it's this mouth. ”

As he spoke, he took out a half-old suona from behind him, and blew it up, his eyebrows fluttering, and his voice was complete.

This song sounds a bit like ......

Zhu Bajie married a daughter-in-law.

How can he wander outside, starving to death several times, but fortunately, the endless road of heaven and earth allowed him to pick up a suona.

He is also a talent, boasting of his talent.

The poor people could not afford to rejoice, so they asked him to blow it, and they could eat it together.

How can he be aggrieved and said: "The master is honest and honest, how can he write these books, is that an embroidery from heaven...... Want to be beautiful? ”

After listening to a lot of songs, you can also learn the tone and say a few words of culture.

Yan Chengjin felt a pity in his heart, this was the way he had come up with after thinking about it for a long time.

A tailor-made side hustle for dad.

In a self-made family, writing a book can be said to be the least risky, and even if you lose money, it is only your father's physical and mental strength.

There is such a thing as brain power, and you can sleep well.

White piao doesn't lose money.

"It's a pity, it's a pity

This dream building himself worked hard to stay up all night to write, Yan Chengjin felt that he was cheap, how could he not let others take advantage of it.

"Go find a brazier."

After finding the brazier, he saw that the young master wanted to burn the manuscript paper, so he rushed over and cried: "Young master...... You can't burn it, it's better for you to give the small one, burn it and waste it......"

…………

Forbidden City, Han Yuan.

At this time, Yan Kesong was about to hold a pen to sort out the historical materials of the previous dynasty, and Luo Xi, who was also editing on the side, sighed: "These are the painstaking efforts of the Hanlin people of the previous dynasty, even if it is new paper, it can't be stored for a few years, and the books of astronomical divisions in the Ming and Qing dynasties have been copied several times." ”

"Then I have to copy it, and thanks to copying, I have to have this editing errand, I have to eat, Brother Jingming, copy it quickly, don't be sad anymore." Yan Kesong sighed a few times, but he couldn't lift his spirits.

The pile of classics in front of me was bitten by bookworms, and it was copied by the Hanlin Academy of the previous dynasty.

Transcription is a very boring task, and the texts are damaged by moisture and have to be re-copied onto new paper.

Since the beginning of the circulation of the classics, there have been no less than thousands of scribes who have copied them.

In two more dynasties, the descendants will copy the classics he has copied today on new paper, and the descendants will also return to their predecessors.

What is done is actually some useless work.

Yan Kesong was distracted, and the manuscript he had just read burrowed into his brain like a maggot attached to his bones.

That book, for a person like him who has not been exposed to 'meat' for a long time, seems to have a poison-like inducing effect.

Yan Kesong's mind had already wandered into the sky, and in his mind was a vivid world.

In contrast, the text is dry and boring.

It doesn't matter if you become famous or not, the main thing is that you want to use your talent to make some contributions to the people......

After thinking about it, Yan Kesong put down the pen and got up to salute: "Brother Jingming, I remember that there is still a bit of an urgent matter at home, and I need to take a leave of absence for half a day. ”

"You're welcome, just go back if you have something." Luo Xi and he are both Jinshi in the same year of Chenghua for twenty-three years, and they have a good relationship, so they are naturally willing to help.

……

The sun is in the middle of the day, Yan Fu,

Yan Chengjin sat in front of the bookcase for a long time and didn't write for a long time, he was thinking about which book to change.

The housekeeper hurriedly ran in and said, "Young master, the master asked you to go over." ”

"My dad is on duty?"

"The master has come back from leave, and he is in the main hall." The housekeeper remembered something again, and said worriedly: "When the master came back, he was in a hurry, but I was afraid that it was because of the manuscript that the master showed him this morning, and the young master would talk for a while, so be cautious." ”

Yan Chengjin's heart is tight, his father is conscientious and conscientious as an official, and he may not have a few days off throughout the year.

Coming back?

Yan Chengjin came to the hall and saw his father sitting in front of the hall with a tea cup, and his face couldn't see any clues.

"Cheng Jin, think about it for your father, the way of learning, you should ask him to rest assured, take all your paper manuscripts, and take a look at them for your father, so that I can give you some advice." Yan Kesong said.

Those who study will die at night.

As long as you can leave a masterpiece for future generations, even if you disperse this body to clear your name, what!

Yan Kesong can't be embarrassed at the moment, the more he thinks about it, the more he wants to come out, and he can't wait to fight at night and write freely.

"..............." Yan Chengjin.

Is it really fragrant?

However, putting aside the smuggled goods that he carried, Menglou is really a good book, a strange book through the ages, and it deserves it.

want to refuse the temptation of it, unless......

Seen better.

It's not impossible to get a real fragrance.

Yan Chengjin waited for his words, such an important thing, of course, he carried it with him, and he was busy taking out the paper draft.

Fortunately, He Neng cried and extinguished the brazier just now, so it didn't burn, and Yan Chengjin secretly gave him a credit.

"It's good that Dad has figured it out."

Yan Kesong had already walked in front of him, took the manuscript paper tremblingly, and counted it cautiously like a treasure, showing a relieved smile.

"Dad has a lot of insights today, just like the Yellow River is surging in the sky, Dad wants to write them all, and when Dad becomes a great writer, you are, the son of a great writer!"

“？？？” Yan Chengjin was a little in a trance.

Yan Kesong has been editing classics for more than ten years.

He devoted 3,000 pen and ink to countless books.

But none of them signed their own names, all of them were fucking to make wedding dresses for others, and he was also a person with a heart.

Now holding the first book he was going to write, Yan Kesong was faintly excited.

Yan Kesong took a few steps with the manuscript, but immediately turned around, feeling his hot gaze, Yan Chengjin said: "Dad, there is really no ......"

"That's good." Yan Kesong was relieved to let the house manager polish the ink, send someone to buy the best paper, and couldn't wait to go to the study.

There is a saying that when people drink wolfberries in middle age, a cup of wolfberries will last for half a year.

Yan Chengjin asked his subordinates to make wolfberries for his father.

He himself drank it a lot.

There was hearty laughter in the study for a while, and then it was as silent as an ancient well and a deep pool.

Until late at night, the study was brightly lit.

At dinner, Yan Kesong was not there, Yan Chengjin secretly asked people to add a chicken, no matter how hard he was, no matter how poor he was, he couldn't be poor.

Only when you are full can you have the strength to live.

After dinner, when he returned to the room, Yan Chengjin asked He Neng to hold the lamp and shake the fan to see all the materials of this era that could be bought.

No matter how detailed the history is, it is not as clear as knowing it in the Ming Dynasty, and Yan Chengjin has searched through almost all the information he can find.

Combined with the memory of the history of the Ming Dynasty, so that the threads can be combined.

Sure enough, it was the same as he remembered.

In the eleventh year of Hongzhi, on May 25, news came that heavy rain had fallen in Hejian Prefecture, and the people in the prefecture were exempted from paying for one year.

Yan Chengjin knew that his time was not bad.

These days, Yan Ke is bored in the study.

He is only in his early forties, although it is a tiring thing to use a brush to code.

But he is in the prime of life, and he has wolfberry to protect his body, so he wants to be fine.

One morning, the light in the study was still on, and there was no sound inside.

Yan Chengjin reprimanded: "How dare you waste candles like this in broad daylight? ”

How could he follow Yan Chengjin: "Young master, the master is still in the study, he never came out last night, and early this morning, the little one went to greet him." ”

"My dad is still in the study?" Yan Chengjin was a little surprised.

He Neng said: "Yes, the house steward is also there." ”

Why didn't people move inside, didn't they fall asleep?

Yan Chengjin pushed the letter open suspiciously, and threw a ball of waste paper on the ground.

The housekeeper was like a cave man who hadn't slept all night, yawning and yawning, and his hand grasping the ink strip occasionally grinded a few times.

I saw that Yan Kesong was standing in front of the bookcase refreshed.

In contrast, he was glowing red, and his eyes were still bright.

Goji berry body protection, extremely powerful!

Seeing him come in, Yan Kesong put down his pen, picked up a pile of manuscripts that had been sorted out on the side, and said happily: "This is written for my father these days, what do you think?" ”

Yan Chengjin took the manuscript paper and looked down from the opening chapter, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It is inevitable that there will be differences from the original book.

But the taste, it's still that taste!

The extra strokes I added, my father also wrote it on the basis of being loyal to the outline.

The son thinks...... Not bad. ”

Leave three points for everything, and it will be better to be more serious in the future.

Yan Chengjin didn't say anything, firstly, because he was afraid that his father would be proud, and secondly, he was also trying to leave some room for himself.

I just don't know, what was the reaction of the people of the Ming Dynasty?