Gods may do what cattle may not.

This sentence could not be more appropriate for the bureaucrats in the feudal period, and the guards were on duty at night in the city with a curfew, but the officials of the Hanlin Academy still returned to their respective homes with their feudal privileges, and those who drank high were escorted by messengers, and Zhu Ping'an also returned to the Linhuai Marquis Mansion under the escort of the envoys.

But this time Zhu Ping'an really drank too much, it can almost be described as drunk, and Zhu Ping'an was sent back to the guest room by the three small servants of the Linhuai Marquis Mansion.

"Stinky Toad"

Li Shu took the wet towel handed by the little girl with the bun, and as usual, carefully wiped Zhu Ping'an's face, while pursing her lips and feeling disgusted.

"The toad is a beneficial insect The teacher said that it can't be eaten," Zhu Ping'an, who was drunk and unconscious, muttered.

"Uncle Giggle is drunk like this, and I still want to eat, I remember that my uncle loved to eat when he was a child." The little girl with buns couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle when she heard this, and then puffed up her bun face and looked at her young lady curiously and asked, "But Miss, can toads also be eaten?" Is it tasty? ”

"I haven't eaten mud legs, how do I know." Li Shu rolled her eyes, and then instructed the little girl with buns, "Hua'er, you go to the back kitchen and ask them to make another bowl of hangover soup, and he will talk nonsense." ”

"Yes, good miss." The little girl with the bun went upside down.

Only Li Shu and the drunk Zhu Ping'an were left in the room, and when Li Shu and the footsteps of the little girl disappeared in the courtyard, she sat next to Zhu Ping'an with her skirt. stretched out his white fingers and gently placed them on Zhu Ping'an's face.

The drunk Zhu Ping'an was hot, and when Li Shu's hand was put on his face, he felt cool and comfortable. Unconsciously buried his face in Li Shu's hand and rubbed it left and right.

Scares the baby.

Li Shu was startled at first, like a frightened little white rabbit, her pretty face turned red all of a sudden, and then saw that Zhu Ping'an was an unconscious reaction, so she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zhu Ping'an?"

Li Shu whispered, Zhu Ping'an, who was lying on the bed, did not react, and then Li Shu's red pretty face listened to the movement outside the window with his ears like a thief. After confirming that there was no one, a pair of big black eyes looked at Zhu Ping'an, with a strange look on his face.

"Zhu Ping'an. Do you like me? ”

In a moment, Li Shu's suppressed inquiry sounded in the room, full of tsundere.

Then, Li Shu stretched out her slender jade hand and put it on the back of Zhu Ping'an's head and chin. Holding Zhu Ping'an's head. Gently made two nodding motions in succession.

"Oh, the stinky toad wants to eat swan meat, hmph, then I'll think about it."

Then, Li Shu held her cheeks, her eyebrows and eyes were full of spring, looking at Zhu Ping'an, who was happy for a long time.

Until the little girl with the bun came back with a bowl of hangover soup. You can also see the little excitement on the face of your own young lady.

Early in the morning, Zhu Ping'an was woken up by the little girl with steamed buns delivering breakfast. After waking up, I touched my misty head, and the uncomfortable feeling still hit me in bursts. It was still dark outside, and there were several stars shining in the sky.

"What time is it?"

After washing his face, Zhu Ping'an felt much better, remembering the scene of being reprimanded by Li Mo yesterday, and couldn't help but ask the little girl with the bun.

"It's just past midday, it's still early." The little girl with buns said while setting the meal, "Uncle, come and eat." ”

"Is it time?" Zhu Ping'an was surprised, then quickly put on his clothes, took a cake from the table and ran out.

"Uncle, uncle" The little girl was stunned for a second, then raised her short legs and shouted after her.

Zhu Ping'an took the cake and ate it while going to the stable, when he walked to the stable, the cake had been eaten, and the black horse that was pulled out of the stable to soak the horse walked outside the palace, and when he left the Linhuai Marquis Mansion, he rode on the horse and went all the way to the Hanlin Courtyard.

In ancient times, it was also necessary to sign in to be an official, and in the spring and winter seasons of the Ming Dynasty, it was to sign in at six o'clock in the morning, and in autumn and summer, it was to sign in at half past five in advance. Emperor Yuanzhang formulated a strict punishment system, if you are late or absent from work without reason, it is not like modern times that you will just deduct some wages, and in the Ming Dynasty, you will be punished by flogging or imprisonment according to whether the circumstances are serious or not.

The hour is equivalent to five o'clock, and normally speaking, as the little girl said, the time is enough.

However, isn't this Li Mo.

I wasn't late for work yesterday, but I wasn't bitten by Li Mo, if I wanted not to be attacked by Li Mo, Zhu Ping'an felt that he had to be at least more than half an hour in advance, so Zhu Ping'an was so anxious.

Killing Matt unexpectedly cooperated, and soon rode a horse to the yamen of the Hanlin Academy, and when he arrived at the yamen, Zhu Ping'an handed over the black horse that killed Matt to the messenger, and he led him to the stable to feed the grass and drink water.

At this time, only a few people arrived in the Hanlin Academy, Zhu Ping'an signed in the hall, chatted with people and went to the library where he worked.

When Lao Li of the Library Pavilion came to the Hanlin Academy to clean, Zhu Ping'an had already started to sort out the books on the first floor of the Library Pavilion.

Looking at the vast and chaotic rows of books on the first floor, thinking of the experience of Hanlin, who was in charge of the library in the last few years, being ravaged by Emperor Jiajing, Zhu Ping'an decided to sort out the books in this library well, and not repeat their mistakes.

Standing on the first floor, Zhu Ping'an considered sorting out this library according to the method of sorting the books in the modern library, but after thinking that there was no pinyin or even Arabic numerals in ancient times, he couldn't help but feel a pain in the egg.

In addition, modern collections are classified according to social sciences, natural sciences, philosophy and religion, and so on. In ancient times, I didn't understand what social science meant and what was natural and sustainable

There are tens of thousands of books on this floor, and there is not much order in which they are arranged, so it must be a very time-consuming and energy-consuming matter to rearrange and order.

Sure enough, it's not an easy task.

However, compared with others, Zhu Ping'an has an advantage that no one has, which is from the accumulation of hundreds of years of experience in later generations. In addition, Zhu Ping'an also knew more or less about ancient Chinese literature before studying books in the Qing Dynasty, which can be used as a reference experience.

It can not be placed according to the classification of social sciences and natural sciences, but ancient times also have the advantages of ancient times, ancient times are not divided into natural sciences, social sciences, literature and religion, etc., but the books of ancient hundred schools of thought can be divided into scriptures, history, children, and collections, and the books of the left way can also be divided into astronomy, geography, yin and yang, medical calculations, monks, skills, etc.

Da Ming does not have Chinese pinyin and Arabic numerals, but he is also strong and promising.

Of course, the most important thing is the management system of the modern library, which is the core and soul of the modern library, if the management is not good after the order, it will become messy again, if the modern library management system is combined with the actual situation of the Ming Dynasty, and develop a library management system in line with the Ming Dynasty, the effect should be good.

After Zhu Ping'an thought about it, he returned to his seat and dipped his pen in ink to roughly list the methods for sorting books, and perfected them while thinking about it, and in about half an hour, he sorted out a realistic and feasible sorting method for the library. (To be continued.) )