The officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps.
This sentence could not be more appropriate for the bureaucrats in the feudal period. There was a curfew in the city at night and the yamen runners and guards were on duty, but the officials of the Hanlin Academy still returned to their homes with their feudal privileges. Those who were drunk were escorted by the officers. Zhu Ping'an was also escorted back to the Linhuai Marquis Mansion by the officers.
However, this time Zhu Ping'an really drank too much, he could almost be described as drunk, and it took three servants from the Linhuai Marquis' Mansion to carry Zhu Ping'an back to the guest room.
"Stinky Toad..."
Li Shu took the wet towel handed to her by the maid Baozi, and as usual, she carefully wiped Zhu Ping'an's face while pouting her lips and scolding him.
"Toads are beneficial insects... The teacher said we can't eat them..." Zhu Ping'an, who was drunk and unconscious, muttered.
"Hehe... Master is so drunk, but he still wants to eat. I remember Master loved to eat it when he was a child." The maid couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth. Then she puffed up her face and looked at her mistress curiously and asked, "But Miss, can you eat toads? Are they delicious?"
"I have never eaten the food of peasants, so how would I know?" Li Shu rolled her eyes and told the maid Baozi, "Hua'er, go to the kitchen and ask them to make another bowl of hangover soup, so that he won't talk nonsense again."
"Yes, okay, miss." The chubby little maid went there happily.
Only Li Shu and the drunk Zhu Ping'an were left in the room. When the footsteps of the little maidservant disappeared in the yard, Li Shu pulled up her skirt and sat down beside Zhu Ping'an, stretching out her white fingers and gently placing them on Zhu Ping'an's face.
The drunk Zhu Ping'an felt hot. When Li Shu put her hand on his face, he felt cool and comfortable. He unconsciously buried his face in Li Shu's hand and rubbed it left and right.
The baby was scared and wet.
Li Shu was startled at first, like a frightened little white rabbit, and her pretty face turned red. Then, seeing that Zhu Pingan's reaction was unconscious, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zhu Ping'an?"
Li Shu called out softly. Zhu Ping'an, who was lying on the bed, did not respond. Then Li Shu, with her pretty face flushed, pricked up her ears like a thief to listen to the noise outside the window. After confirming that there was no one, she looked at Zhu Ping'an with a pair of big black eyes. Her face was full of weirdness.
"Zhu Ping'an, do you like me?"
After a moment, Li Shu's low voice was heard in the room, full of tsundere tone.
Then, Li Shu stretched out her delicate hands and placed them on the back of Zhu Ping'an's head and chin. She supported Zhu Ping'an's head and nodded twice in succession.
"Oh, a stinky toad wants to eat swan meat. Hum, I'll think about it."
Then, Li Shu held her cheeks with her hands, with spring in her eyes and eyebrows, and looked at Zhu Ping'an lying there, and she was happy for a long time alone.
Even when the maid Baozi came back with a bowl of hangover soup, he could still see the excitement on his young lady's face.
Early in the morning, Zhu Pingan was woken up by the maid Baozi who brought him breakfast. After waking up, he touched his dizzy head and felt uncomfortable. It was still dark outside, and there were still a few stars shining in the sky.
"What time is it now?"
After washing his face, Zhu Ping'an felt much better. Thinking of the scene yesterday when Li Mo scolded him for being late, he couldn't help but ask the little maid Baozi.
"It's just past the hour of Mao, it's still early." Baozi's maid said as she set the table, "Sir, come and eat."
"It's already the hour of Mao?" Zhu Ping'an exclaimed in surprise. Then he quickly put on his clothes, took a cake from the table and ran out.
"Master, Master..." The little maidservant was stunned for a second, then she stepped up on her short legs and shouted behind him.
Zhu Pingan took the cake and ate it while walking towards the stable. When he arrived at the stable, he had already finished eating the cake. He led the black horse from the stable to the outside of the palace, and rode the horse to the Hanlin Academy after leaving the Linhuai Marquis Mansion.
In ancient times, officials also had to sign in. In the Ming Dynasty, they had to sign in at 6 a.m. in spring and winter, and at 5:30 a.m. in autumn and summer. Emperor Yuanzhang established a strict punishment system. If you were late or absent from work without reason, it would not be a matter of just deducting some wages like in modern times. In the Ming Dynasty, you would be flogged or sentenced to prison depending on the severity of the case.
Mao time is equivalent to five o'clock. Normally, as Baozi, the little maid, said, it is enough time.
But, isn’t Li Mo here
He was not late for work yesterday, but he was still scolded by Li Mo. If he didn't want to be criticized by Li Mo, Zhu Ping'an felt that he had to arrive at least half an hour early, so Zhu Ping'an was so anxious.
The Shamatte guy was unexpectedly cooperative and quickly arrived at the Hanlin Academy on horseback. When he arrived at the yamen, Zhu Ping'an handed the Shamatte black horse to the officer, who took it to the stable to feed it grass and give it water.
At this time, there were only a few people in the Hanlin Academy. Zhu Ping'an signed in in the hall, chatted with someone for a few words, and then went to the library where he worked.
When Old Li from the library came to the Hanlin Academy to clean up, Zhu Ping'an had already started sorting the books on the first floor of the library.
Looking at the vast and chaotically arranged books on the first floor, and thinking of how the previous Hanlin scholars in charge of the library had been abused by Emperor Jiajing, Zhu Ping'an decided to organize the books in the library properly so as not to repeat their mistakes.
Standing on the first floor, Zhu Ping'an considered organizing the library according to the sorting method of modern libraries. However, when he thought about the fact that there were no pinyin or even Arabic numerals in ancient times, he felt a pain in his balls. If he arranged it according to modern methods, he would probably be the only one who could find the books in minutes, and it would be difficult for others to find the books.
In addition, modern collections are classified according to social sciences, natural sciences, philosophy, religion, etc. In ancient times, people did not understand what social sciences and natural sciences were.
There must be tens of thousands of books on this floor, and they are arranged in no particular order. Rearranging them must be a very time-consuming and laborious task.
Sure enough, it is not an easy task.
However, compared to others, Zhu Ping'an has an advantage that no one else has, which is the experience accumulated from hundreds of years of later generations. Although the method of sorting and placing books in modern libraries cannot be copied exactly, it can also be used as a reference. In addition, Zhu Ping'an also has some understanding of the sorting of books in the Qing Dynasty when he studied ancient Chinese literature, which can all be used as reference experience.
They cannot be classified according to social sciences, natural sciences, etc., but the ancient times also had their advantages. In ancient times, there was no distinction between natural sciences, social sciences, literature, art, religion, etc. However, the books of the hundreds of schools of thought in ancient times can be divided into classics, history, philosophy, and collections. Books of unorthodox doctrines can also be divided into astronomy, geography, yin and yang, medicine and mathematics, monks and Taoists, and skills, etc.
The Ming Dynasty did not have Pinyin and Arabic numerals, but it had Hongwu Zhengyun.
Of course, the most important thing is the management system of modern libraries, which is the core and soul of modern libraries. After being sorted, if it is not managed well, it will become messy again. If the management system of modern libraries is combined with the actual situation of the Ming Dynasty and a book collection management system that conforms to the Ming Dynasty is formulated, the effect should be good.
After Zhu Pingan had thought it through, he returned to his seat, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink to roughly list the methods for sorting books. He improved it as he thought, and in about half an hour he had compiled a practical and feasible method for sorting the library. (To be continued.)