"On the ninth day of the first lunar month, guests come, and yellow willow trees bloom in the courtyard. We sit across from each other and read the essays, and the aroma of the tea is better than the wine." The guests come.
September 20th, the third year of Chuping.
Chang'an, Weiyang Palace.
After several days of sweltering heat, the autumn rain finally fell. The raised eaves at the ends gathered the dripping rainwater into an elegant arc, and dark clouds pressed down on the sky, almost touching the roof of the announcement room.
The rain pattered on the tiles and steps, which made people feel upset. Occasionally, there were a few bird calls. Looking forward, I saw a green bird spreading its wings, gliding at low altitude, and flying from the eaves of a palace.
He flew down and flew under the eaves of another palace.
Wang Fu overslept in the morning and was so busy entering the palace that he rushed to Shiqu Pavilion without even having time to eat. At this time, the secretary, from secretary Ling Shejian to the following, were busy reading books.
The emperor issued an edict a few days ago to select some books from the collections of Shiqu, Tianlu and other secret palaces, in addition to military books, history books, prophecy books and palace confidential files, and sort them into categories.
This is a very huge project. There are at least tens of thousands of volumes in the palace's collection of books. To select them according to the requirements, even if a dozen or so secretaries and supervisors all start work, it cannot be completed in a day or two. For this reason, the emperor also specially
Let Lan Tailing Shi Caiyong be involved, and use his familiarity with all kinds of books to reduce the workload to a certain extent.
Why should we organize these books? First, because these books have not been taken care of since they were transported from Luoyang. Different types of books are mixed together, making it difficult to check them in time. Second, because the Taixue is newly built, the emperor plans to build a building inside the Taixue.
Yange is dedicated to collecting hundreds of books by various scholars for Confucian scholars to read.
As for the issue of printing and paper, there is no need to worry about this. It has been nearly a hundred years since Cai Lun improved papermaking, and paper has begun to be used. For example, the paper made by Zuo Bo, the most famous calligrapher and papermaker at the time, was praised by people at the time as "research and development".
Wonderful brilliance, every bit of ink is like lacquer, the paper made by Zuo Bo's improved method is also called Zuo Bo paper.
The raw materials of Zuobo paper are mostly hemp and mulberry bark. In fact, anything containing fiber can be used to make paper. It is just a matter of using alkali to remove the gum. The emperor has asked the general to lead the craftsmen to try it. I believe it will be made soon.
It can further reduce the cost of papermaking and increase the source of raw materials.
Then there is printing. The emperor also awakened the craftsmen through objects such as seals, and it was only a matter of time before they could be produced. This technology, which had no productivity and time constraints, did not have any technical difficulties and lacked any technical difficulties for the craftsmen used by the palace at that time.
It's just an inspiration.
After the problems of printing and papermaking have been solved one by one, the current problem is just to sort out which books in the palace collection are suitable for reading by the imperial students and which books are not suitable for the imperial students to read. The next thing is just
Just hand it over to the craftsman for printing and scrolling.
Wang Fu had no interest in books, and had no intention of participating in sorting them out. He walked around several large book boxes and scattered slips of letters, walked to Secretary Lang Pei Qian, and asked quietly: "When will your Majesty come?"
"Your Majesty's whereabouts are something that we and other ministers can inquire about." Pei Qian grinned. He straightened up, holding the letter in one hand and beating his waist with the other: "Hey, this is so tiring. It's better to sit on the table and copy books and practice calligraphy."
Woolen cloth."
"Don't come here." Wang Fu whispered, but his hand consciously reached out to Pei Qian's lower back and gently rubbed him a few times: "I didn't come here today."
"It's raining so heavily, even if you are driving a car, it will be difficult to walk along the way." Pei Qian stopped laughing and said softly: "You have something to report."
Wang Fu thought for a while and said, "It's not a big deal."
"Oh." Pei Qian replied immediately. He was very sensible and did not continue to ask. He waved his hand and said, "Then you can go to the propaganda room on your own. You don't like to organize these books anyway."
Wang Fu nodded and went out quietly just as he came.
It was quite a distance from Shiqu Pavilion to the Xuanshi Hall. When Wang Fu rushed to the verandah next to the Xuanshi Hall, his trousers were soaked through. He stamped his feet on the verandah, leaving a few wet footprints on the smooth floor.
, complained: "Hey, even the umbrella floating sideways can't cover this rain."
When Mu Shun of Xiaohuangmen saw him coming, he came forward to greet him with a smile on his face. While sending someone to get hot soup, he smiled and said: "Why did Wang Lang come here in such a heavy rain? The country just said it was raining so hard.
It’s better not to see the foreign minister, but since the prince is here, I will go and report it now.”
After saying that, he walked quickly back to the propaganda room. Wang Fu held a bowl of hot soup in his hand and was blowing the cold autumn wind on the corridor. He saw Langhou Zhe of Yulin standing upright, even though the wind and rain also wetted his clothes, he didn't do anything.
move.
Wang Fu's heart moved, and he was about to go up and chat with him. At this moment, Mu Shun quickly ran back and said with a smile: "Wang Lang, the country has asked you to come in."
When passing by Hou Zhe, Wang Fu nodded to Hou Zhe, looked at him again before leaving, and suddenly said: "Mu Huangmen, I will give him a bowl of hot soup later. Your Majesty's Yu Lin soldiers, why don't you do it?"
We can’t stay cold.”
Just after entering the warm Xuanshi Palace, Wang Fu heard the emperor's voice coming from the room on the left: "Is it Wang Fu, come in quickly?"
Wang Fu responded quickly, stepped in with a few steps, and said: "Secretary Lang Chenfu, please bow to your Majesty."
After saying that, Wang Fu bravely raised his head and saw the emperor sitting alone on a cushioned mat, leaning against the wall and enjoying the rain through the window. The table in front of him was filled with slippers, silk books,
Next to it were a pen, ink and inkstone, and a double-eared lacquered wooden bowl, with steam rising from it.
"Come closer and sit down." The emperor greeted with a smile, pointing to the oval-shaped shallow-bottomed wooden bowl in front of him: "Would you like a drink of this?"
After saying that, without waiting for Wang Fu's response, he said directly: "Mu Shun, pour Wang Fu a bowl."
Wang Fu took the bowl from Mu Shun with both hands, brought it to his mouth and took a sip. A stream of slightly astringent warm water immediately slid down his throat.
"Ahem, what is this?" Wang Fu had never drunk such a bad drink before and couldn't help but choked a few mouthfuls. He looked down and found that the vermilion bowl was filled with a light yellow liquid and a few more.
A leaf floats at the bottom of the bowl.
"This is called tea." The emperor said with some satisfaction, then picked up the pen and wrote a word on a piece of paper and handed it over.
Wang Fu put down the bowl and took a closer look: "Tea"
But after I finished speaking, I felt strange. Why was the word "Emperor" written missing? Maybe it was written wrongly.
"It's not the word "tea". I shortened it and called it tea." The emperor said, "What you drink is made by frying tea leaves."