Hearing Wang Yang's explanation, Jiang Sunche nodded, "So that's the case, what I said, how could the son of a six-rank official come here, it turns out that this is the reason."

In this way, it makes sense to explain why this Wang Yang is so timid, after all, the officials who work here, even if they are lower in rank than his father, have more power than his father. ’

"Stop kneeling, get up." Jiang Sun Che beckoned and called Wang Yang.

Wang Yang stood up, saw Jiang Sun Che's appearance, and quickly knelt down again, "It turned out to be Lord Jiang, Wang Yang has seen Lord Jiang." ”

Because of the suddenness of the incident just now, he didn't see Jiang Sunche's appearance clearly at all, he only saw Jiang Sunche's official uniform, but he didn't know which official was in front of him.

Knowing that the official in front of him was the new deputy boss, he regretted it in his heart, "Why can't I bear it, Jiang Sunche saw that I was looking at the beauty flower, how can I live this life in the future." ’

"Get up, why is this just you and the others?" Jiang Sun Che swept around left and right, but in the east view, there was no one except the two of them.

"My lord, Zuo Cheng and several adults are teaching the princes knowledge, and the other adults are also writing scriptures, so I will only be sent here to greet you alone." Wang Yang's voice became smaller and smaller, and he looked at Jiang Sunche cautiously, for fear that Jiang Sunche would be unhappy and take out anger on him.

Wang Yang, a person who is not very smart, knows that it is very rude not to come to greet Jiang Sun Che, and it is easy to annoy Jiang Sun Che.

He also persuaded Zuo Cheng, but Zuo Cheng couldn't help it, the people in this Dongguan are all old scholars who only know how to delve into knowledge, and their average age is about fifty, and they don't care about any vain etiquette for a long time.

They are not afraid that Jiang Sun Che will give them small shoes, after all, they have not wasted most of their lives, the disciples they have taught in their lives are countless, and now a large number of officials in the court are masters and apprentices with them, they are not afraid.

And they don't have a few years to live, who cares about this, now they just want to spend the rest of their time learning, so they are not afraid of Jiang Yiquan's power.

Hearing Wang Yang's words, Jiang Sunche was not angry, and even had some respect, this is the attitude of a scholar, people who flatter all day long can't do anything good to learn, and these people are not playing and having fun, but studying knowledge and leaving classics for future generations, this is doing serious things, what can he be angry about.

"That's it, it's okay, it's good, let's go, take me to get familiar with this Dongguan." Jiang Sunche took the lead and walked into the East View.

Wang Yang was relieved to see that Jiang Sun Che was not angry, "My lord, I'll take you to your room first." ”

"Okay."

Wang Yang took Jiang Sunche to a study room facing north and south, which was Jiang Sunche's office in the future.

Wang Yang pushed open the door and invited Jiang Sunche to walk in.

There wasn't much in the study, a bookcase, a couch, a table and chairs, and in addition, there were two bookshelves.

Although it was simple, it was cleaned very clean and spotless, and Jiang Sunche was quite satisfied.

"My lord, do you think this is okay? If not, pick another one and I'll clean it. Wang Yang asked carefully.

"That's good, let's go, take me somewhere else."

"Yes."

Wang Yang took Jiang Sun Che to walk in the Dongguan, and as he walked, he introduced, "My lord, because of the previous war, many genus books have been damaged and disappeared, so we only have 987,456 volumes of literature and classics in the Dongguan.

Among them, the military books account for half, after all, our Bei'an is a military country, so the most military books, followed by mountain scenery travelogues, followed by poetry collections, and the least are history books......"

Jiang Sunche walked in, the tallest three-story building in the East View.

It was full of bookshelves with books, old and new.

"I remember it very clearly, have you read all the books here?" Jiang Sun Che was a little surprised.

He asked Wang Yang just now what book is in what location, and Wang Yang said it all accurately, this Dongguan is not a small bookstore with only 1,000 books, there are more than 900,000 books here, this Wang Yang can remember accurately, at least it shows that he is a conscientious librarian, not here to gild and mess around.

The bad impression that Wang Yang had when he read the little yellow book just now disappeared in a flash.

Wang Yang scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "How is it possible, there are so many books here, and I have read three or four out of ten." ”

"How long have you been in Dongguan?" Jiang Sun Che asked curiously.

"Today, it's exactly one year, seven months and fourteen days." Wang Yang didn't think about it and blurted out.

Hearing this, Jiang Sunche's first reaction was that this guy was bragging, if Wang Yang simply had a good memory and good mental calculations, he could quickly calculate how many days he would come to Dongguan by himself, Jiang Sunche believed it.

But Wang Yang said that he had just been here for more than a year, and he had read three or four hundred thousand books, and he really didn't believe that the books here were not like spicy chicken saliva written on the street like sword bleeding, and he could read ten lines at a glance, these books were all obscure and difficult to understand in Chinese format.

And a book has at least more than 200,000 words, and even 670,000 words, 300,000 or 400,000 books, it takes six or seven years for ordinary people to read it once, which is quite fast, let alone understand, Jiang Sunche really doesn't believe that Wang Yang is telling the truth.

Wang Yang saw Jiang Sun Che's eyes with suspicion, and hurriedly said, "If you don't believe it, you can test me." ”

He didn't want to leave a bad impression on Jiang Sunche anymore, for fear that Jiang Sunche would tell him about reading the little yellow book.

"Okay, I'll test you." Jiang Sunche came to the bookshelf and picked up a travelogue casually.

"Have you read this one?"

Wang Yang looked at the title of the book, nodded and said, "I've read this book." ”

Jiang Sun Che flipped a few pages, "Tell me, what is the fifth paragraph of Volume 14?" ”

Wang Yang lowered his head and thought for a while.

Jiang Sun Che smiled and shook his head, "This Wang Yang just wants to pretend to be thirteen, why am I so online." ’

"Forget it......" Jiang Sun Che just wanted to stop the exam, but Wang Yang spoke.

"The Gu River comes from outside the Saiwai, the Gu River flows out of the northwest of Yuyi Town, ninety miles northwest of Danhua Ridge, flows southeast, Dagu water is injected into it, Shuifa Town Beidagu Creek, southwest flows ......" Wang Yang recited fluently.

Jiang Sunche was stunned for a moment at first, and then looked at the book to check whether Wang Yang's reciting was correct, and the final result was word-for-word.

I think he's impressed with this travelogue, plus it's a good memory. Jiang Sunche thought a little uncertainly.

"Stop, I'll change it." Jiang Sun Che took out a copy from the bookshelf again and inspected Wang Yang.

The final result was still word-for-word, and Jiang Sunche, who did not believe in evil, changed more than a dozen books, but it was still the same result.

Jiang Sun Che was stunned, even if a person had read a book before, it was impossible to remember it word for word, unless it was memorized by rote, but rote memorization takes time, Wang Yang could not memorize so many books in just one year, and it was meaningless.

The meaning of reading a book is to understand the ideas conveyed in the book, to have some feelings, and to have an egg on the back.

In addition, Jiang Sunche had seen Wang Yang's literary tone just now, it was not very strong at all, if he really understood all the content in the book, how could it not be the current level of literary atmosphere.

'Wait! Could this ocean be, hyperamnesia? ’