Zhu Ping'an never knew about Li Mochagang, and after the sun was shining, Zhu Ping'an put the Yongle Ceremony back in its original place, and then went downstairs with a teacup. met Lao Li, who was cleaning downstairs, and Zhu Ping'an knew that Li Mo had come to check the post today, and he also looked upstairs at himself.

The body is not afraid of the shadow oblique, Li Mo checks the gang, then let him check.

After going downstairs, Zhu Ping'an poured a cup of hot tea and put it on the table, and began to sort out the classics on the first floor. Organize while reading the book, and read it if you are interested, otherwise you will put it according to Hongwu Zhengyun and so on.

When Zhu Ping'an tidied up a bookshelf, Zhang Siwei walked in with a box of high-quality wool tips and a small bag of cured mutton jerky.

"Although the tea leaves in our Hanlin Academy are not bad, but after all, it is old tea, this is this year's new tea, not to mention that the brothers didn't think about you. Oh, by the way, this is the mutton jerky sent by Wensheng Tuo, saying that it is the mutton over there in the Tartars, you and I have a bag for each person, I tasted it really good, just with hot tea, it is really delicious in the world. After Zhang Siwei came in, he looked at the tea soup in Zhu Ping'an's teacup and shook his head, then shook the high-grade wool tip and cured mutton jerky in his hand towards Zhu Ping'an, and then put it on the inside of Zhu Ping'an's table.

"Then I'm welcome, hehe, I don't have anything to send you today, I'll come back from my hometown down the river another day, and bring you some family specialties." Zhu Ping'an said with a smile.

"Hehe, it's still a thick way, I was still worried about how to remind you." Zhang Siwei squeezed his eyes, smiled narrowly, and after laughing, Zhang Siwei rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help Zhu Ping'an organize the bookshelf together.

"Ziwei, let's look at the two pages on my desk first. It's not too late to help me again. Zhu Ping'an pointed to the method of placing and sorting the classics of the Hanlin Academy Library and the management method of the library cabinet that he wrote on the table, and asked Zhang Siwei to read it and then help him sort out the classics according to the method.

"Oh?" Zhang Siwei was curious, so he walked to Zhu Ping'an's table. Take the pages of Zhu Ping'an pressed under the paperweight in his hand.

At first, Zhang Siwei didn't take it seriously, but after reading it for a while, Zhang Siwei was deeply amazed by the placement and ordering of the classics written by Zhu Ping'an and the management methods of the library pavilion, and he was as smart as he immediately saw the subtlety of this method and system.

Zhu Ping'an is a modern library management method that is hundreds of years ahead of the Ming Dynasty and the book placement and sorting method are flexibly integrated.

If the book placement and management method of Daming is compared to the old-fashioned PHS or Nokia, then the set of management methods and sorting methods written by Zhu Ping'an is ipone6sPlus, and the upgrade is not a problem of two versions of one version. It's a sea change.

This epoch-making method of sequencing the classics and managing the library seems to be imaginative, but it is easy to come by. It's not just as simple as convincing Zhang Siwei, but after convincing the five bodies and throwing them to the ground, they rubbed dozens of times, and every cell and pore of the whole body was thrown to the ground.

"Zihou, talent!" Zhang Siwei finished reading the thin pages. Took a deep breath. I was amazed, and my eyes flashed with sparks as if they had been electrified.

"Huh?" Zhu Ping'an, who was flipping through the book, was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't keep up with Zhang Siwei's rhythm at all.

"If the library pavilion is governed according to the law of Zihou, then from now on, it is no exaggeration to say that the library pavilion can be ruled vertically." Zhang Siwei's eyes were like torches, and his words were admired from the bottom of his heart. "The arrangement of the classics is clear at a glance, and according to the map, it is like searching for things; Management is clear and straightforward. Well-organized, although there are thousands of people but not chaos, this set of rules is applicable everywhere. ”

Zhang Siwei admired the thin pages written by Zhu Ping'an, and if it was an ordinary person, he would have to be blushed by Zhang Siwei's words.

However, Zhu Ping'an obviously does not belong to ordinary people.

"Cool, you sycophant is comfortable" Zhu Ping'an stretched and said with a cynical smile.

"Are you questioning my vision?" Zhang Siwei shook his head and asked rhetorically.

"I'm obviously admiring your ability to make sycophants." Zhu Ping'an laughed.

"Besides, I'll go" Zhang Siwei raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Ping'an confidently.

"Come on, I was wrong." Zhu Ping'an decisively confessed.

"Count?" Zhang Siwei raised his eyebrows again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Just kidding, what is it, it was originally my mistake." Zhu Ping'an didn't hesitate to coax again, and said calmly, without any embarrassment at all, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

I'm just talking softly now, but somebody will have to make cows and horses for me to drive. Zhu Ping'an looked at Zhang Siwei with a bright smile.

"Well, you win." Zhang Siwei shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, looked at Zhu Ping'an and scolded with a smile, "Although he is young, he shows his heroic posture." ”

"What kind of hero?" Zhu Ping'an flattened his mouth.

"I'd rather succeed than have a face!" Zhang Siwei laughed as he spoke.

"Ziwei is poor, this is not a face, but a thick black." Zhu Ping'an looked calm, and sorted out the classics as he spoke.

"Thick black? What is Thick Black? Zhang Siwei heard the word thick black for the first time, although he didn't understand its meaning, but he faintly felt that the combination of these two words was infinitely mysterious, and he was very interested.

"You tidy up a bookshelf first." Zhu Ping'an lazily stretched out his hand and clicked on a bookshelf beside him that had not yet been tidied up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Count you ruthless." Zhang Siwei gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and sorted out the bookshelves according to the archiving and sorting method of classics written by Zhu Ping'an.

Zhang Siwei is a son-in-law, who has probably never done heavy work, and because he wanted to hear Houhei's explanation quickly, he quickly sorted it out, and this bookcase was sorted out, which made Zhang Siwei hold his waist and gasp.

"You can say it." Zhang Siwei gasped.

"Since I read and read books, I have seen the ancient people who enjoyed the great names and thick people, and my heart was different. If you want to investigate the reason for this, it is impossible to get it: the history of the Six Classics is at a loss; Hundreds of schools of thought are at a loss; I thought that the ancients must have secrets that are not passed on, and the special people are endowed with foolishness, and Mo Zhi can read the ear. Searching for nothing, forgetting to sleep and eat, if so, there are years. Occasionally read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and suddenly realized: those who have become great things in ancient times are nothing more than thick black! ”

Zhu Ping'an memorized the preface of the "Thick Black Studies" by Mr. Li Zongwu, the head of Houhei Studies, during the Republic of China.

Of course, Zhu Ping'an put the most critical in Mr. Li's preface, that is, "Those who have become great things in ancient times are not thick-hearted and black-hearted!" This sentence of the outline of thick black studies removes the words "face" and "heart" in thick and black, and deliberately hides the core sentence, in order to instigate Zhang Siwei to organize a few more bookshelves, and then reveal the core to him.

Those who have become great things in ancient times are nothing more than thick black!

Zhu Ping'an rendered it very well, saying that he checked the Six Classics, checked the hundred schools of thought, how many years of hard work, very hard and hard did not find the reason for the success of the ancients, when he watched the Three Kingdoms, he suddenly had an empowerment, and found that the reason for the success of the ancients was thick black.

And then the egg!

What is thick black, didn't you still say it!

Zhang Siwei glared at Zhu Ping'an vigorously, and then consciously rolled up his sleeves again and threw himself into the great cause of sorting out the classics again.

After a while, Zhang Siwei finished tidying up, gasped again, looked at Zhu Ping'an and asked, "I can talk about it this time." ”

"In the Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei, Sun Quan, and Cao Cao divide the world into three parts, who is the origin? Liu Bei is thick, Cao is black, and Sun Quan is thick and black. ”

After Zhu Ping'an put the classics in his hand on the bookshelf in order, he poured a cup of tea for Zhang Siwei, looked at Zhang Siwei and said meaningfully. (To be continued.) )