The students looked at each other. The disciples of the inner courtyard mentioned it once, and the teaching of the academy also mentioned it again, and their eyes became more and more suspicious when they looked at the door of this scripture pavilion, as if they had seen a flood beast, and the enthusiasm in their hearts decreased by half, and they hesitated not to enter.

The academy teacher sat next to the gate, drinking the wine with the old man guarding the door, so uncomfortable.

They were so close to the gate that they could walk with a single step that they blocked four hundred and thirty-eight men.

Jiang Yun stared at the plaque of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he remembered that Lan Lingsheng had said that if he could enter the third floor of the academy, everything would be possible.

Then go in and go up three floors.

Without hesitation, he walked straight into the Scripture Pavilion.

Just stepping inside, Jiang Yun couldn't help but sigh, Rao was in his previous life, and such a building was second to none.

As far as the eye can see, there are at least a thousand bookshelves in front of you, each of which is three people high, with books neatly arranged on them, and several ladders on the left and right sides to fetch books for the students.

On the right side of that there is a ladder, which spirals straight up to the second floor.

"Yunjiang..."A middle-aged man wearing sleeves silently appeared on Jiang Yun's left, and turned out a roster, "The first seat, you can enter the three pavilions of plum, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, and come out within two hours." Thou shalt not deface the books in the Cabinet of the Scriptures, and thou shalt not take out the books without permission..."

"Kid provincial."

Jiang Yun smiled slightly, and walked towards the attic marked "bamboo", and the students behind him also poured in, seeing him walking to the bamboo pavilion, there was a lot of envy in his eyes, but there was also dissatisfaction.

Beigong Boyu and the others in the first ten seats did not stay too much, but like Jiang Yun, they walked directly to the bamboo pavilion at the very end.

"I, Li Gang, don't believe in this evil anymore!" One student complained angrily, "It's just to scare us!" ”

"Yes!"

"They are also disciples of the academy, why can they go to the Bamboo Pavilion!"

Li Gang raised his arms and shouted, and several students also followed him and walked out of the Mei Pavilion.

The middle-aged man wearing sleeves didn't hear it, and after explaining the rules to the later students, he continued to sort out the books.

Li Gang glanced at the other students who stopped in place and didn't dare to move with disdain, and his pace sped up a little, and after a while, he arrived at the Ju Pavilion.

"Could there be any problems?" A student couldn't help but say, "The front is the Juge, but they have repeatedly reminded us to take a seat before, otherwise we will bear the consequences..."

Li Gang was also a little puzzled, but he had come here, wouldn't he be laughed at by everyone if he went back like this?

"They just don't want us in!" Li Gang stabilized his mind, "If there was really any problem, we would have been lying on a stretcher a long time ago... Have you forgotten what happened to you? ”

After thinking about it for a while, these students felt that it was like this, they had gone all the way without any hindrance, and their minds were still clear.

This so-called Scripture Pavilion is nothing more than that.

Several people swaggered into the chrysanthemum pavilion and glanced at each other, but nothing happened.

The rest of the students couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw this situation and came over one after another.

"They can't scare me." Li Gang said, taking out a book casually with his hand, "Wait for us to go to the Bamboo Pavilion." ”

He opened the book, swept a few words, suddenly his pupils contracted, he felt that his scalp was numb, his body was constantly trembling, and then he fell to the ground with a bang, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the boiling water is coming." The academy teacher flashed out of the crowd, skillfully threw Li Gang onto the stretcher, and ran out in a hurry.

The man in the sleeve walked over and carefully put the book back in its place, leaving only the sluggish students and a few people who fled from the bamboo pavilion in a panic.

Jiang Yun didn't know the situation here, he had just walked to the Bamboo Pavilion, just like the other nine people.

Compared with other bookshelves, most of the books in the bamboo pavilion are somewhat damaged, and the yellowed exterior is a gradually blurred cover.

There are hundreds of bookshelves, all full of books. In this era, although papermaking has appeared, but not even half of Cai Lun's has not been done, making a piece of paper is still very cumbersome and complicated, and the paper made in this way is very brittle, and it is easy to break if you are not careful, so the price of books is not cheap, and it is not easy to read books.

The book in front of you can be stored for so long, in addition to careful protection, what is more important is the material of the book itself. Jiang Yun estimated that even if the texture of these papers was not as good as that of rice paper, I am afraid it was not much worse, and the price was definitely not something that could be borne casually.

But just the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion has thousands of bookshelves, and there are tens of thousands of books.

The foundation of the world's first academy.

"In these days, the most valuable thing is knowledge." Jiang Yun thought, "If you take these books out and sell them, I'm afraid you can exchange them for a few cities." ”

"It's worth a lot of money." Jiang Yun thought of a good way to make money.

If you want to have a say in this Dayan and restore the prestige of the Jiang family, then money is indispensable.

There are many sources of money, and the sale of green salt and weapons is the largest of them. In the previous life, the troubled heroes of all dynasties, such as Huangchao and Fang La, were all first-class smuggler salt dealers, who made huge profits by selling salt, and only then did they have the capital to make their own fortunes.

But Jiang Yun has no way to touch this road, no matter where he is, selling illicit salt is a capital crime of killing his head, although it is said that the bigwigs in the court will do some more or less, and the court will also turn a blind eye, and the right to treat it as if it did not happen.

However, only those who have a firm foothold can do it, Jiang Yun believes that if he also does this business, Hu Qianhu will give himself a bright smile, and then take the head to receive the silver by the way.

This path doesn't work. The carriage and horse shops are also just on the road, and it will take some time to generate huge profits. Something will happen in the world in five years, and after so many things, Jiang Yun is convinced of this.

He had to prepare in advance.

As a person from more than 2,000 years later, items such as sugar wrappers that are now lacking in this dynasty are not a difficult thing for Jiang Yun to solve.

His insight beyond this era is his greatest reliance.

Papermaking is a very good weapon, after all, his method is derived from modern times, the process is relatively simple, and the quality will be much better than the current paper.

Moreover, once the papermaking technology is born, the impact on the family will be extremely huge. At present, a large part of the gap between the family gate valve and the poor door lies in the books, which are unreadable and the family is very tired of reading.

This is an unprecedented feat, which can greatly enhance the strength of the Hanmen while weakening the power of the family.

Jiang Yun can gain the favor of tens of millions of ordinary people with this, but it will also make him a thorn in the side of the gate valve.

"Now is not the time...," Jiang Yun thought, "but... At that point, it's a sharp knife.."