"Scholar Bai, our Hanlin Academy is the leader of the literary circle of the Great Song Kingdom, why do we eat such clear soup and little water every day? Is the imperial court so indifferent? He put down his chopsticks and complained softly to Scholar Bai.

Scholar Bai took the tea sent by the chef Lao Guo and rinsed his mouth, shook his head and smiled: "Alas, it stands to reason that the imperial court treats us old bones preferentially, and the silver taels allocated every month are not too small, but they are discounted in the household department, and in the end, they are only one out of ten, and it is good to be able to eat two dishes a day." ”

Fang Hao was dumbfounded, he had already seen the deduction of the household department when he received the reward of His Majesty Huizong, but they dared to deduct ninety percent of the funds issued by the state to the Hanlin Academy, this, this is too much, right?

"Isn't there anyone who cares about this? Why didn't Scholar Bai tell His Majesty about these things? He asked again.

Scholar Bai just shook his head: "How can Your Majesty manage these trivial matters, it is normal for the original household department to deduct two pieces of silver, but it is only fifty percent according to the usual practice, but since Lord Jin took over the position of household secretary, alas, this deduction has become more and more ruthless." ”

"Lord Kim?" Fang Hao thought of the dead fat man on the Golden Palace, who was full of fat brains and stupid as a pig, and said in surprise: "How dare this Lord Jin be so greedy for ink?" ”

Scholar Bai put down the tea cup that gargled his mouth and sighed: "Master Jin worshipped Master Cai as his godfather, who dares to say that he is not?" ”

Fang Hao was stunned, although he was indignant, he was speechless.

After barely eating this unpalatable lunch, Fang Hao returned to his office and sat on the chair in a daze, originally thinking of asking Scholar Bai if he had any errands arranged for him, but Scholar Bai still said that meaningfully: "Stay well, the days are still long."

The old Hanlin people have the habit of taking a lunch break after lunch, and the huge courtyard is more quiet, only a breeze blows from time to time to slowly swirl the fallen leaves on the ground in the courtyard, and there is no movement.

This situation, if those public servants who could sit for a day with a cup of tea and a newspaper in their previous life crossed over, I am afraid that they would be able to face it calmly, right?

No, Lao Tzu wants to ...... What are you going to do? Lao Tzu didn't seem to be able to do anything, not even sneaking out to skip work, and at lunch, Scholar Bai explained to him the rules of the Hanlin Academy.

Admitted to the hospital in the morning, three o'clock in the afternoon to the next hour of the meal, no time to the hour of the afternoon break, the time of the Shen to the afternoon of the afternoon, the time of the unit to go home, every day in the Hanlin Academy for four hours, no errand in the middle of the day is not allowed to go out, the offender demerit and filing, three demerits are accumulated for a major one, the penalty of the current month's salary, included in the Song Dynasty official evaluation file and sent to the ministry.

In other words, Fang Hao's familiar words say that from nine o'clock in the morning to five o'clock in the afternoon, you can drink tea, doze off, and do nothing in the Hanlin Courtyard for these eight hours, but you can't go out without the dispatch of Shangguan, otherwise you will find bad luck.

Fang Hao's buttocks hurt, and he ran to the yard for a few laps, the doors of other official rooms were closed, and he didn't know what those old masters were doing in the house, so he didn't want to go to the door.

After wandering around a few times, he got bored, so he squatted under the big tree to watch the ants fight, he picked up a small insect on the branch and threw it among the ants, and watched with relish how the ants lined up, how they fought with the struggling insects, and how they finally carried the insects into the nest.

After watching a good show, I only squatted with a sore back and legs, and my head was dizzy, so I stood up and stretched, thinking about how much time I had left to get off work, but when I saw the sundial in the middle of the courtyard, I went, the lunch break of the old masters was not over yet.

Alas, this day could not be lived, he thumped his waist and leaned against the big tree and sighed.

When I returned to the office, I saw the two empty bookshelves, and I couldn't help but light up in my eyes, yes, Lao Tzu can read books when he is idle, this is the Hanlin Academy, nothing else, there are a lot of books, and Lao Tzu can spend his days leisurely reading novels if he has nothing to do.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel refreshed, and hurriedly went out of the house to the middle courtyard, which is the official office of the classics, the servants, and the old scholars of Confucius and the library of the classics of the Great Song Dynasty, which is the largest library in the Great Song Dynasty.

He probed his brain and looked into the window of the office room of the two classics adults, one of the two adults Ma Dianshu and Kong Dianshu were lying on the bookcase and sleeping, and the other head was lying on the back of the chair with his head facing the sky.

Forget it, let's find two waiters, borrow a few books and can't go to the librarian, just find the librarian, he comforted himself.

The two old waiters did not sleep, but through the window, they saw them sitting in the office and playing a game.

Fang Hao knocked lightly on the door, but no one answered.

He knocked on the door a little more, but no one answered.

He gritted his teeth and knocked on the door a few times, and the people inside woke up like a dream, and Yan Shishu said in a long voice: "Come in." ”

Fang Hao pushed open the door of the house, saluted the two of them with a smile, and said with a smile: "Lord Shu, I want to borrow a few books from the classic library to have a look, can it be convenient?" ”

Yan Shishu looked up at him, and continued to concentrate on playing chess, and only nodded slightly after a while: "Fang is young and studious, and the children can be taught, go, the library of classics is not locked, go and get it yourself." ”

"Thank you, Squire." Fang Hao didn't expect it to go so smoothly, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly made a move to exit the door.

The room in the library of classics was really huge, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled the fragrance of books and ink, which made people feel refreshed, and Fang Hao looked in along the rows of bookshelves with no end in sight.

At this time, movable type printing has appeared for more than 100 years, and has long been widely circulated in the world, and this classic inventory is also full of new books printed on paper, and it is roughly estimated that the collection of books is at least more than 100,000 copies.

These are all Song version of the best ancient books, if you find a way to get to Lao Tzu's time, hehe, then it will be developed.

Fang Hao was thinking about unrealistic beautiful things while burying his head in looking for books, but after looking for a while, his brows furrowed.

Yi, books, poems, rites, spring and autumn, filial piety, the general meaning of the Five Classics, the four books, music, and elementary school are books that Lao Tzu can't understand and don't want to read.

What is the meaning of books such as official histories, chronicles, chronicles, other histories, miscellaneous histories, edicts, biographies, historical notes, chronicles, seasons, geography, officials, political documents, catalogues, and historical commentaries? Does Lao Tzu want to be a historian?

Confucianism, soldiers, legalists, farmers, doctors, astronomical algorithms, mathematics, genealogy, miscellaneous, Shijia, Taoism, these books, forget it, my brother is not interested.

For a whole hour, Fang Hao wanted to cry without tears, all of them were books that Lao Tzu couldn't understand, what about novels? What about poetry and songs?

No, no, no, the important words are said three times, and there is not a single book that Lao Tzu wants to read.

Fang Hao sat on the ground leaning on the bookshelf, bored, Lao Tzu is boring, why is Lao Tzu so boring?

But if you think about it carefully, even if there is no novel, because after all, the novel is a literary carrier that began to become popular among the people after the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, but why is there no poetry and poetry?

He returned to the official room of the two scholars, and the two were still concentrating on the game, and he smiled and said: "Yan Shishu, I have been looking for a long time, why haven't I seen the poems and songs?" ”

Yan Shishu and Yuan Shishu glanced at each other, and both frowned.