In the Douban group, there is a new post.

"Good luck |The landlord has joined Huaxia Shulin! Come and pick up the good luck! ”

In the post, in Yishui's "Good Luck", "Pick-up", and "Pick-up", some people were out of place and replied with a long one:

"Lin Zhiji forges ahead": "Congratulations! I have read the post made by the landlord, the language is witty and popular, and it is very pleasing. Ancient books will only have sustainable vitality when they go to the public, and Huaxia Shulin is in need of fresh blood to join. Looking forward to meeting the landlord in Huaxia Shulin in the future! ”

It's a newly registered account not long ago, and it seems that it is also a friend who dreams of entering Huaxia Shulin.

The landlord Zuo Youyou happily pressed his mobile phone: "It's easy to say, when I'm free, I'll send you a face scripture, let's see you in Huaxia Shulin!" ”

She went to Huaxia Shulin today to join the company, and at the moment she was squeezing the subway in the morning rush hour, and the whole person was squeezed into motion, but she was in good spirits at happy events, and the floor of the carriage rose and fell, and she was also full of excitement.

As soon as the phone rings, there is a new reply to the post.

"Lin Zhiji forges ahead": "Face the scriptures? Do you want to share the sutras with me? ”

Zuo Youyou felt that this netizen was very humorous, she was pushed to the side of the carriage by the rush of people, stabilized herself, and replied: "XSWL" (laughing at me).

Passing through the crowd of sardines, the cypress leaned against the other side of the carriage. When his mobile phone rang, it turned out to be a message from Ji Lao.

Bai Xinshu was busy opening it, and saw the master of Chinese culture solemnly asking:

"Shinshu, good morning! I ask you: What is the proper noun of XSWL in Buddhism? ”

In the crowded subway, Bai Xin Shu touched the blind spot of knowledge.

XSWL?

Sales logistics? Slim for the future? Quickly enlightened?

No, Ji Lao said that it was a proper noun in Buddhist scriptures.

Bai Xinshu had just fallen into deep thought, when there was a commotion on the subway.

"Catch the pervert! Catch the pervert! An excited female voice came out, and in the crowd, a man with a roe deer and rat eyes rushed in the direction of the cypress tree, crowding the crowd unsteadily, and the carriage was in a commotion.

Bai Xinshu subconsciously reached out and grabbed the man's collar, and the man swung his fist at him, and the two quickly scuffled together.

Bai Xinshu has been playing basketball since he was a child, and he looks thin, but he is actually very strong. The man found that Bai Xinshu was not a weak scholar, and he couldn't beat him, so in a hurry, he simply shrank his head and got out of the coat that Bai Xinshu had grabbed, and turned around to slip away.

Between the lightning and flint, a mobile phone flew through the air, rubbing Bai Xinshu's ear and hitting the man's nose!

The man screamed, immediately threw away the cypress tree, and covered his face with both hands.

Blood trickled down his fingers.

On the other side, Zuo Youyou threw the mobile phone and killed it violently, ignoring the broken mobile phone on the ground, raised a kick and kicked it in the center of the man's crotch, and then poured the soy milk in his hand on the man's head.

A set of actions is fluid.

The cypress tree was dumbfounded.

The people in the carriage were also dumbfounded.

There was silence.

It was the girl who just shouted "catch the pervert" who broke the silence, she applauded, and everyone applauded in unison as if they had just woken up from a dream, and the applause quickly filled the entire carriage.

When Zuo Youyou was proud, he turned his head and saw it on the subway......

Hey, hey, little brother is so handsome.

Phew, Bah, Bah! Zuo Youyou is a spirit, this is his top boss! Put away the yellow scraps in your head!!

Zuo Youyou had a serious mind and a correct attitude, and then slowly set his eyes on Bai Xinshu's body.

His face was cold, and his black shirt was a little wrinkled from the fight. There was an ironed thread on his trousers, and he stood tall and thin in the crowd, half a head taller than everyone else.

Zuo Youyou's face changed and changed, and she remembered the quiet literary girl character she had created on her resume - now it has completely collapsed.

“…… Top dog. Zuo Youyou rubbed his hands and laughed dryly.

Bai Xinshu was impressed by Zuo Youyou.

Ancient books are elegant, and people who make ancient books can't be elegant. Bai Xinshu has a headache every time he faces a group of literary and artistic young people who come for an interview.

There are too many misunderstandings about the ancient book industry, thinking that compiling ancient books is to sit in the office.

Not really.

In the process of ancient books from excavation to publication, the real ancient book person is like a project manager, who single-handedly connects the government, restoration agencies, typesetting companies, experts and scholars from universities at home and abroad, museums, libraries and other related institutions in the process of unearthing to publication.

For example, Bai Xinshu is presiding over the "Chinese Canon" project, which requires him to leverage the strength of many parties, seek funding, seek help from all walks of life, find out the ancient books scattered all over the world from all kinds of unbelievable places, use his professional knowledge to sort them out in turn, arrange restorers to restore ancient books, find qualified technicians to re-enter them into the computer, and carry out the work of editing and deleting the proofreading.

Subsequently, it is necessary to contact the museum to discuss the preservation of rare books, discuss procurement matters with the library, discuss paper binding plans with the printing house, and so on.

The spirit is in the air, the body is flying close to the ground, and there are often collisions and abrasions.

This is the reality of the work of ancient books.

Because of this, Huaxia Shulin is extremely strict in recruiting talents.

This job not only requires a certain professional background, but also has high interpersonal skills, because when looking for and sorting out ancient books on the spot, I often deal with three religions and nine streams. People who only know how to read may not be able to cope with overly complicated situations.

But he unexpectedly found that Zuo Youyou had a kind of "straight road" trait.

As a senior expert, Lao Shi may have his considerations in choosing this person, not just to share chores.

Lao Shi has worked in Huaxia Shulin for 30 years, and originally, Bai Xinshu recruited Zuo Youyou because he cared about Lao Shi's body.

But after he saw Zuo Youyou punching and kicking the lewd man, he suddenly found that Zuo Youyou might really, as Lao Shi said, suitable for this business.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Zuo Youyou approvingly.

In Zuo Youyou's eyes, the boss glanced at her sternly, her heart trembled, and she involuntarily took two steps back.

Bai Xinshu remembered that she hadn't introduced herself to the new employee Zuo Youyou, and she thought that Bai Xinshu was an old man, so she silently pressed her glasses, intending to explain to Zuo Youyou.

He spoke: "That, Zuo Youyou, about Bai ......"

The door slammed open, separating the two men like a tidal wave during the morning rush hour. Zuo Youyou struggled against the current and rushed out, and finally got out of the car a second before closing the door.

When she turned around, there was no sign of the perforation tree.

Zuo Youyou always felt that the boss had something to say to him, and he felt as if he had forgotten something.

What did you forget?

Until Zuo Youyou finished the entry procedures with someone and sat uneasily in the office of the Ancient Books Center, she didn't think about what she had forgotten.

So she pulled out the box containing the historical materials of the Tongtaihe and put it on the desk to read it slowly.

The whole box was a photocopy of the ledger, handwritten.

Zuo Youyou tapped his temples with both hands. She bit the tip of her pen and looked at the large number of Chinese characters on the ledger that were missing arms and legs, and she was at a loss.

There are some words that she doesn't know horizontally or vertically, such as "匁".

There were words that she knew, but she never seemed to be familiar with them.

There was no one in the Ancient Books Center, and the colleagues didn't know where they went, and Zuo Youyou couldn't ask anyone if he wanted to.

She looked around in confusion. There are huge bookshelves on three walls of the office, and the shelves are full of various archival and historical treatises, as well as a complete set of tomes published by the Center for Ancient Books.

In addition, there are different versions of "Xinhua Dictionary", "Etymology", "Cihai" and other reference books, scattered with brushes, felt, inkstones, incense sticks...... This traditional gadget.

The room was filled with a faint smell of books and paper, which was very good.

Just when Zuo Youyou scratched his head.

Someone knocked on the door, and the probe came in: "Dr. Xia is not there?" ”

He was in his mid-30s, with long hair tied back in a small ponytail, a haggard complexion, and a casual blue shirt with ripped jeans and white-worn pointy shoes.

Seeing Zuo Youyou, he was stunned for a moment, withdrew and looked at the sign of the Ancient Books Center: "In addition to Jian Xingzhou, the Ancient Books Center actually recruited a newcomer?" ”

"Hello, I'm Zuo Youyou, who joined today." Zuo Youyou said hello shyly.

"I'm Chen Zhao."

Chen Zhao looked at Zuo Youyou and sighed heartily:

"Another talented young man has lost his long and beautiful life in the sunset industry that is about to end."

Zuo Youyou looked at the man in front of him who was in a mental state like smoking a big cigarette, and felt a strange familiarity.

Isn't this the same person who used to be creative in an advertising agency?!

She tentatively spoke: "Mr. Chen, are you thinking about the cover copy?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Chen Zhao's eyes when he looked at Zuo Youyou were immediately different, and his bloodshot eyes revealed the joy of catching the middle-aged laborer.

"What kind of teacher is called, just call me by my name." Chen Zhao immediately sat down opposite Zuo Youyou, raised his hand and handed her a piece of paper: "Come, take a look." ”

It is a topic selection information table, which is registered with the department "Brand Book Studio", and the topic of the book is:

"History of Nuclear Leakage".

The selection includes a large number of Soviet and Ukrainian government archives, as well as a complete collection of interview materials, including interviews with more than 400 people, from national leaders to ordinary people, policy makers, executives, survivors, administrators, witnesses, family members, traumatized people, and health care workers...... The voices of all kinds of people involved in the nuclear accident are recorded, which can be called a complete "tape recorder" about the nuclear accident.

"In society, the suffering and suffering of many people is invisible to the public and silent." Chen Zhao told Zuo Youyou the reason why they developed this topic, "So we sorted out those weak voices and let these people be seen by history." ”

At this moment, Zuo Youyou faintly understood the meaning of the boring historical archives -

Record all loud and faint sounds fairly.

Chen Zhao began to grab his hair: "There is still one main tweet copy left, I want to think about ...... 'nuclear and ash'?" ”

"Not good." Zuo Youyou said honestly, "It's too literary, I'm uneducated, I don't know what you want to express." ”

Chen Zhao was not angry: "Then what good proposal do you have?" ”

Zuo Youyou had an urgent urge in her heart, she wanted to say a word for the tiny people in the grand history.

"Half the truth is tantamount to a lie." Zuo Youyou blurted out.

This sentence, which I couldn't help but say, broke directly into her mind.

"History is written by the victors, and there is always only half the truth." Zuo Youyou said, "Human beings need complete historical materials to restore the real history. Because - half of the truth, is tantamount to a lie. ”

Chen Zhao slowly put down his hand grabbing his hair.

His eyes lit up: "In a great calamity, the cries for help of ordinary people are weak, but we often only hear the voices that are allowed to be heard—therefore, half of the truth is tantamount to a lie." ”

That's why they've put together this part of the oral history.

"That's it!" Chen Zhao grabbed Zuo Youyou's hand, shook it twice, and then grabbed the door.