Zhang Yang's brows were furrowed, and his expression was entangled.

Li Yue said again: "It's just that the bucket for bathing is not big, if it's big enough, the two of us can wash it together." ”

“……”

"I prefer to take a cold shower."

Li Yue observed Zhang Yang's expression, saw him and said with a straight face: "Don't you like to take a bath with others." ”

"I just like cold showers."

"Really?"

Li Yue's tone was suspicious.

Zhang Yang's hand wiping the bowl was even harder.

"Okay."

Li Yue closed the door again.

Soon there was the sound of water in Li Yue's house.

Putting the washed dishes aside, Zhang Yang picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it on top of his head.

Ice-cold water poured down from the Celestial Spirit Cover.

It's a lot more sober now.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yang got up early.

Because he was in a hurry to make clothes, Li Yue also woke up early.

Although the efficiency of the spinning wheel at home is faster than that of others, it is not much faster.

Winter clothes haven't been made yet.

It's another day of working hard for a better life.

Li Yue bought the fabric from Aunt Wang, and the two seemed to be negotiating the price.

Zhang Yang loosened the muscles and bones on his body and went out to find work.

After eating yesterday's braised pork, Cheng Chumo still reminisces about it, so he asked people to buy some pork.

The pork was stewed in the pot, and Cheng Chumo, who had never eaten pork before, was very curious.

The subordinate next to Cheng Chumo said, "Little General, why do you want to eat pork?" ”

"I ate it yesterday and it tastes good."

Hearing Cheng Chumo say this, the subordinates on the side looked at Cheng Chumo with strange expressions.

When the pork was stewed, Cheng Chumo picked up the pork and took a bite, and before he could chew it in his mouth, he spit out the pork.

"Why is this pork so unpalatable?"

"Little General, pork is eaten by poor people, of course it is unpalatable."

Cheng Chumo rinsed his mouth with wine, "Did the cow in our field break its leg?" ”

The villain said suspiciously: "That was half a month ago." ”

"How did I hear that our cow broke its leg again yesterday."

The man patted his head and said, "The villain forgot, there is indeed such a thing, so I will go and get beef for the little general." ”

Cheng Chumo's eyes were still looking at the pork in front of him, and he didn't understand why the pork made by others was so delicious.

Zhang Yang walked on Suzaku Street and saw that Hongwen Pavilion was asking for someone.

Kobunkan is a place where readers go, and if you look inside from the outside, you can see that there are many people writing articles inside.

The steward of the Hongwen Pavilion saw Zhang Yang and said, "Boy, are you looking for a job?" ”

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded.

The steward said; "Do you know how to write articles?"

Zhang Yang shook his head, "No." ”

"Can you write?"

"Yes."

……

The steward looked at the young man, and saw that the clothes were old and clean.

"In this way, you can sweep the floor and organize the books here, how about twenty a day?"

"Thank you, steward."

The steward led him into the Hongwen Pavilion.

Zhang Yang observed here, and sure enough, most of the bamboo slips used here are still used.

After listening to the steward explain the matter, Zhang Yang began to work, picking up all the books scattered all over the place and putting them on the shelves on the side.

I remember that my little daughter-in-law's pen and ink have been used for a long time.

It's time for a new one.

Hongwenguan is generous, and the salary for a day is 20 Wen.

While sorting out the books here, most of the books here are Hanshu, Liudian, Jingyi, and most of them are Confucian classics.

Most of the Tang scholars group was also composed of Confucian literati.

Write down these books secretly, and write down the locations when you put them in a category.

Zhang Yang found that there was a prepared pen and ink next to the bookshelf, and it seemed that no one had used it yet.

Those who are here are even prospective officials who will be officials in the future.

From time to time, some officials from the DPRK and China come here to ask for articles.

There is a strong smell of ink in the Hongbunkan.

Zhang Yang opened the window to ventilate, and the smell dissipated a little, and after sorting out the scrolls, he began to sweep the floor again.

The steward saw that Zhang Yang could take the initiative to find something to do, and nodded with satisfaction.

In his spare time, Zhang Yang writes on small wooden signs.

Whenever someone goes to the bookshelf to pick up a scroll, they rummage for a while and still can't find the book they want.

Zhang Yang stepped forward and asked, "What book do you want?"

"Shangshu, Xian has a virtue that article"

"Here."

Zhang Yang quickly found the book and handed it to him.

The scholar looked at it and saw that Zhang Yang was wearing patched clothes, and his eyes left with some disgust.

With a little leisure, Zhang Yang continued to write on some small wooden signs.

After a busy day's work, the steward handed Zhang Yang his salary, "A total of twenty wen has been collected." ”

Zhang Yang smiled and took the money, "Thank you." ”

The steward handed Zhang Yang a book and said; "This book is for you, study the articles hard, maybe you can come to Hongwenkan to write articles in the future."

Zhang Yang pointed to the brand-new inkstone and pen next to the bookshelf and said, "I am tidying up the bookshelf, can you give me a pair of pen and ink?" ”

The price of pen and ink is not low.

The steward looked at Zhang Yang's appearance, not like a person who could afford pen and ink.

Even if no one uses these pens and inks, the steward can sell them privately, which is a lot of income.

"I just need a pair of pen and ink, and I can sort the books on the shelves into categories, which makes it much easier to find."

The steward didn't have time to say no.

Zhang Yang began to work.

Hanging the wooden signs on the bookshelf one by one, Zhang Yang said: "Look for books according to the first word of the title of each book, so that it is not too troublesome to find books." ”

The steward came to the bookshelf and searched for the book according to his own ideas, and quickly found the book he wanted according to the wooden card.

Looking at these small wooden cards again, I understand more and more the magic of it.

In the past, many readers in Hongwenkan tossed the bookshelves into a mess in order to find classics.

The steward put his hands behind his back and said, "You are still young, do you want to stay here and do things in the future?" ”

Zhang Yang said with a smile: "I'm just a person who can't write articles, I'm afraid that if I stay here, I'll lose face as a steward, this method is also taught to me by the steward, where do I know so much about miscellaneous things." ”

The steward saw his smile, and it seemed that the boy had given the credit to himself.

If you show off in front of the official and let people introduce you, maybe you can leave the Hongwen Hall to become an official.

The steward smiled happily, "What's your name?" ”

"It's not important, the important thing is that you get another credit for being in charge."

"All you need is pen and ink?"

"Yes."

handed the pen and ink to Zhang Yang, and the steward took out another piece of silver cake and said: "This silver cake is also for you, there are only you and me here, you know this matter." ”

"I understand."

Zhang Yang handed over another roll of bamboo slips and said, "What books are recorded on it and where is it." ”

The steward looked at Zhang Yang with a different look, took the bamboo slip and compared it with the bookshelf, and then compared it with the small wooden card, and got twice the result with half the effort.

"If I don't give you the pen and ink, won't I give me this bamboo slip?"

"I didn't think about it that way."

"Be a smart boy and keep one hand."