Liu Xiang put aside his regret that printing could not be promoted, and rode ten miles eastward to the book city.
The Book City is located on the bank of the Zhangshui River. It is an almost square city. Each city wall is one and a half miles long and has four gates.
The east gate is at the top, named Zhaowen, with the intention of informing the world that this is an important place for culture and education, and is not often open except for sacrifices.
The west gate faces Ye County and is named Chongwen, which means to warn people to pay attention to learning. This is the common gate for entering and exiting the city.
The south gate is near the water, so it was named Wenhui, which means that wise people enjoy the water. The academy is near the south gate, and it also means to encourage students to study hard and increase their wisdom.
The north gate is named Wenchang, which is a special gate for books to enter and leave the city. It leads to various libraries, which means that knowledge is passed down endlessly and culture and education prosper from generation to generation.
Entering the city, two main avenues, one horizontal and one vertical, divide the city into four parts. The north city is the book collection area and no idlers are allowed to enter. The south city is the academy and library.
The library is a place for reading and copying books. Collections of classics and history, miscellaneous notes on study tours, agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry and fishery, etc. are all available here.
Some secret books and military strategies are not provided. Only lieutenants and generals can borrow military books when allowed. This reflects the advantage of Qianniuwei. They can read them at any time after they are off duty, and they can also accept Lu Zhi's teachings.
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The Qianniu Guard does not have a quota of personnel, nor does it serve for life. Qualified officers in the army will be selected and take turns to be on duty at the Qianniu Guard. While guarding the bookstore, they will be systematically literate and learn the art of war.
The books in the library are all sorted out in the book collection area. Duplicate books will be moved here directly, and orphan books will be copied and brought back.
The book collection area is still being sorted out, and there will be more and more books in the library.
There are shops nearby that sell pens, inks, paper and inkstones, as well as blank bamboo slips. The business is okay, but not many people know how to buy paper. The quality is not good and it is not suitable for writing. Who would come here if they want to draw?
Liu Xiang went straight to the book collection area. The gatekeeper naturally didn't stop him, but his father-in-law didn't look at him and only saw his wife.
Miss Zhaoji was the secretary and supervisor. After receiving the notice, she took the initiative to greet her: "Why do you have time to come here, husband? There are some discrepancies in the records in the original books. My father and some doctors of the Five Classics were arguing and could not come.
Welcome, don't be angry."
Liu Xiang waved his hand: "No, I'm not that narrow-minded. Let them discuss it. Don't bother me. You can walk with me."
"Husband, do you have something to do when you come to the bookstore?"
The two were wandering around in the library. Cai Yan was very curious. Her husband rarely came to the bookstore, or he didn't spend much time in Ye County. He was always away fighting. If he wanted to read any book, he would send someone directly.
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"I have written two articles, and I want my uncle to correct them, and I also want to ask for a copy of my calligraphy."
"My husband wrote an article?" Cai Yan became even more curious. He stared at Liu Xiang with wide eyes and asked, "Can I take a look?"
She knew that her husband was not vulgar and illiterate, but that he was too busy and had no energy to write articles and poems. She was particularly curious about his literary talents. It was once her dream to sing harmoniously with her husband's poems.
Liu Xiang handed the bamboo slips over. Zhaoji wanted to read them, so she said, "I want to teach elementary students, so I wrote two articles to enlighten young children."
Cai Yan unfolded the letter and read the entire article word for word. She was full of praise: "My husband has great literary talent. The two articles are fragrant and the ink is fragrant. He is really talented." At this point, she was angry: "The world is biased and thinks that my husband is vulgar.
It’s really short-sighted.”
"I have harmed the interests of those nobles, and they will naturally slander me. It is human nature, so don't pay attention to some slander." Liu Xiang smiled nonchalantly, and the defeated dog whined, just ignored it. It really annoyed himself.
There is no need to argue, just beat them to death.
"My husband is generous, but there are always some scoundrels who spout dirty words and make people upset. The publication of these two articles will definitely shut them up."
Cai Yan has heard many comments slandering her husband as a despicable martial artist, but she is a womanizer and it is not easy to argue with others. Her husband has no works in the world, so he can only sulk. Now that he is better, he can slap them in the face.
My husband is not vulgar and illiterate, he just doesn't write useless articles.
Seeing Miss Zhaoji's proud look with her head held high and her chest out, Liu Xiang found it quite interesting. She copied these two articles, not to show off, but to flesh out her character. Those irrelevant things
people, he really didn't take him seriously.
"Don't pay attention to those rotten scholars who pile up rhetoric and complain without any reason. If they talk a thousand words but have no solution when it comes to practical matters, such people are useless, so why should you take them to heart."
"My husband is doing big things, so he is naturally open-minded. I am just a little woman, but not so open-minded."
"Haha." Liu Xiang chuckled, took the little woman's hand, and walked in the library.
Zhao Ji is thirty-one years old this year. She looks like a ripe peach. With poetry and books in her belly, her temperament has become calmer and more dignified, and her charm has not diminished at all. She has been married for more than five years, and Liu Xiang has always been obsessed with it. Unfortunately, she has not been able to give birth to a child.
Half female.
Neither of them said anything, they held hands and enjoyed the silence.
After several years of marriage, although they spent less time together and more time apart, Cai Yan knew that her husband was actually a quiet person who didn't like to talk.
A tough and ruthless general who has conquered hundreds of battles across the battlefield, but in private he likes to have a quiet temper, and no one would believe him when he says it.
The two were holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, and enjoying their world together. They heard the thumping of footsteps. Someone was climbing up the stairs. Before they arrived, the voice came: "Xiang son-in-law, I just have something to do. I just knew you were coming."
, Oops, how could I keep you waiting for so long, it’s my fault.”
Before he finished speaking, Cai Yong held the hem of his robe in one hand and hurried up to the library, followed by Zhao Jing who looked anxious. He probably didn't have time to stop him, but Old Cai went upstairs.
After Cai Yong went upstairs, he saw his daughter and son-in-law holding hands and looking back, and smiled. It seemed that he shouldn't have come, but even though he was here, he couldn't turn around and leave. That would be really embarrassing.
"Haha, your good husband is always busy, how come you have time to come to the bookstore today? But is there something else?"
"I really have something to ask my uncle for help."
"Hey, no matter what you ask for or don't ask for, we are all a family. If you have anything to say, just say it. Will I still refuse?"
Zhaoji handed over the bamboo slips and said: "My husband has written two articles and I want my father to read them."
"Oh? Bring it to me quickly!" Cai Yong was extremely interested. He would not dare to speak in front of his son-in-law when it came to military strategy.
But when it came to the article, he could talk about it, and he made up his mind. Even if it was not satisfactory, he could not criticize, but should encourage him more. It was a good thing that his son-in-law was interested in literary matters, and he should not dampen the young man's spirit.
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After taking it and opening the book, I found that the words were simple and the meaning was simple, but the contrasts were neat and well-organized, and the meaning of instructing filled the lines.
"Great article!" He couldn't help but praise it.
Compared with those people who pile up rhetoric and talk nonsense, it goes a long way in terms of conception.
After browsing through it, I found that the two articles were catchy. As a master of literature, he could naturally guess the intention. He did not comment, did not criticize, and was impartial. This was an article that preached and taught.
"Great article!" He praised again, looked up at his son-in-law and asked, "Is this written for the school?"
"I wanted to promote elementary school under the rule, but after reading a few articles, I was not satisfied, so I thought of writing two articles myself and asking my uncle to correct them to see if they could be used."
"Of course it can be used!" Cai Yong answered affirmatively, and couldn't help but say excitedly: "More than just being able to use it? It's rare for a disciple to have a thorough knowledge of the principles, which is easy to understand.
The thousand-character text contains thousands of words, the characters are not repeated, and the rhymes are continuous. The content can also be divided into categories such as astronomy, geography, history, morality, reading, food, residence, gardens, sacrifices, etc., so that Meng Tong can learn to read and write at the same time.
It is really not easy to remember the knowledge that will benefit you for life.
By combining many methods such as concentration literacy, text literacy, rhyme literacy, classification literacy, etc., it is the best word book in the world. My virtuous son-in-law has good intentions!"
Liu Xiang's face felt a little feverish, it was plagiarism, but after hearing Cai Yong's evaluation, he had achieved his goal, so naturally he would not admit plagiarism.
He is not the kind of character who does everything and still has to fiddle with it.
These two articles are tools, and tools are for use.
"My uncle's compliments like this can easily be misunderstood as protecting each other!"
This sentence made Old Cai laugh: "Hahahaha, good writing is good writing. Anyone with eyes can see it. I'm just telling the truth."
He smiled happily. His son-in-law is a famous general in the world. He has established a good foundation. He is very good to his daughter. He has never quarreled or treated him harshly. He also respects himself. Now he has discovered that he is talented in literature. He is more and more satisfied. The only pity is that...
That is, his daughter failed to give birth to a son and a half.
Does heaven really not allow the world to be perfect?
Is my daughter destined to be childless?
But Mrs. Zhen has no children, so there is something wrong with her son-in-law, right?