In order not to disturb the arrangement of others, Su Ping took a piece of paper and a pen and took notes while briefly looking through them.
After spending two hours, Su Ping sorted out the books that could be used, and listed them in separate directories according to the four categories of classics and history subsets for easy search.
Among them, Jingbu is a classic work of Confucianism and Taoism, which is very similar to Su Ping's previous life. Except for the changes in the names of the characters, the content is almost the same.
These are the main contents of the scientific examination and require gradual accumulation over a long period of time.
The History Department contains various genres of history books, miscellaneous notes, etc. The two worlds are almost completely different in this regard, which is Su Ping's blind spot. However, this area is of slightly lower importance, and a general understanding is enough.
Zibu includes the various schools of thought, no, it should be called the various schools of thought.
This part of the books includes, in addition to the three paths of Confucianism, Martialism, and Mystery, those beings that appeared briefly in the history of the human race and were eventually either eliminated or absorbed and integrated by the three paths.
For example, the Tao of medicine became a branch of Xuan Tao, and the Tao of war was absorbed by Confucianism and Wu Tao.
"It's a pity that there is only a brief description and the origin of the idea, and there is no clear practice method like Confucianism and Taoism."
Su Ping shook his head regretfully, "This part only needs a brief understanding, but the collection department... doesn't seem to have any value in intensive research?"
Among the entire collection of poetry books on the second floor, only a few can meet the collection standards of the Collection Department.
The author is from Daqing, and there is no such thing.
In this way, these poems are still quite different.
At most, the transition from beginning to end is smoother, and the dialogue is neater. The artistic conception is thousands of miles different from what I remember.
It's like... it's like an assembly line product in a standard format, lacking a soul.
But after thinking about it, Su Ping immediately felt relieved.
After the threat of evil spirits disappeared, if Confucianism and Taoism wanted to maintain their transcendent status, they had to move closer to the rulers of the dynasty. Coupled with the existence of fame and talent, the way of governing the country, which was originally just a branch, became the mainstream.
What's more important is that poetry requires not only talent, but also inspiration and state of mind, including a certain amount of luck. There is no way to gradually improve the realm of Confucianism and Taoism through accumulation of time, like intensive study of classics.
For various reasons, people who are immersed in poetry are becoming increasingly rare.
"Fortunately, I have a steady hand, and I have never been a copycat until now."
Su Ping suddenly felt a little scared.
Comparing the two, he could fully feel how lethal those poems in his previous life were.
Fortunately, I have been keeping a low profile since I traveled back through time and haven't done anything to show off my holiness in front of others. This is much more suspicious than suddenly becoming able to read.
"However, now that we have these foundations, it should be no problem to throw out one or two songs occasionally."
Su Ping thought for a while, then added those poetry and lyrics books to the catalog in his hand, and planned to take out one or two and put them on the bedside for show.
After doing all this, it was almost approaching Youshi.
Su Ping didn't wait for Shen Yushu to come, but he did wait for his servants to serve him.
Two delicate, timid, bookish twin maids.
"This slave knows the piano and painting, and has met Mr. Su."
The two of them were wearing the same lavender gauze dress, one on the left and one on the right, and they both saluted Su Ping.
"Well……"
Su Ping was stunned for a moment, feeling that the scene in front of him was a bit like a split-screen live broadcast.
"Master Su, it's time for dinner."
I don't know whether it was Zhiqin or Zhihua, but one of them spoke, and then the other turned slightly sideways and said to the people waiting outside the room: "Send it in."
A dozen young men filed in, each carrying a plate of food, which they placed on the round table in the second room. They did not forget to bow to Su Ping before exiting.
"Master Su, please come this way..."
The two maids helped Su Ping sit down at the table, then took two kneeling couches, one on the left and one on the right.
It wasn't until a chopstick of sweet and sour pork was brought to his mouth that Su Ping suddenly woke up with a shiver all over his body.
"It doesn't have to be like this, I can do it myself."
Su Ping said nothing and took the bowl and chopsticks from the maid's hand.
The two of them had their bowls and chopsticks taken away from them unexpectedly. They looked at each other for a moment and couldn't help but smile strangely.
"Young Master Su, don't worry about it. This is how all distinguished guests eat when they come to our house."
The one on the left spoke.
"Yes, yes, we are not used to Mr. Su not allowing us to serve him." The maid on the right also agreed.
You're not used to it, I'm not used to it yet...
Su Ping couldn't help but mutter.
Although he also hired housekeepers in his previous life, it was a legal and reasonable business relationship.
For him to treat people like slaves, he really couldn't get used to it for a while.
"I'd better do it myself, you don't know what I like."
After forcing himself to explain, Su Ping ignored the two of them, and they didn't force anything anymore.
More than a dozen dishes, a combination of meat and vegetables, are all delicious and delicious, and there are a few things that Su Ping has never seen before. They are probably specialties that are only found in this world.
Su Ping didn't care, he would just eat it later.
After having enough wine and food, Su Ping slumped down on a chair.
This was the most satisfying meal he had ever had since traveling through time.
Not only was the taste unsatisfactory, but the portion was huge and filling. The only problem was that the portion was too large.
Su Ping pointed to most of the dishes left on the table and asked, "What should I do with these unfinished dishes?"
"In reply to Mr. Su, if it has been for more than an hour it will become stale and it will naturally be thrown away."
"Pour it out?"
Su Ping frowned and said: "From now on, I will serve three dishes here, no more."
The Duke's family has a big business, so they are not afraid of waste. Su Ping did this purely out of his deep respect for food.
"this……"
The two maids looked at each other and then nodded.
"Slave, please go boil some water and serve Mr. Su to take a bath later."
One of them bowed and wanted to leave.
Serve...bathe?
Su Ping's heart trembled and he quickly shouted: "Wait a minute!"
The maid didn't know why, so she turned around and looked at Su Ping with her big eyes.
"Ahem...are you Zhihua or Zhiqin?"
Su Ping walked over and asked.
"My dear servant, Mr. Su, do you have any other instructions?"
"Well, I don't like to have other people around me when I'm taking a bath."
Su Ping's eyes evaded, "After the hot water is boiled, you and Zhihua can go back and rest."
Seeing Su Ping's embarrassed look, Zhiqin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Young Master Su, you have misunderstood. We are the maids who attend the reading. These trivial matters are just casual. If the Young Master needs someone to sleep with you, this servant can make arrangements for you."
"Uh...that's it."
Su Ping didn't feel ashamed, but he breathed a sigh of relief, "There's no need to go to bed. I... have been traveling for a few days and am a little tired."
He thought that the Duke's Mansion was so considerate and even arranged for such a thing, but it turned out that he was overthinking it.
After all the servants finished cleaning up and left, Su Ping sighed quietly.
In fact, he is not a gentleman, but he understands better that once he embarks on the path of pursuing excellence, it is best not to suffer from personal ethics, and to be cautious in his words and actions can help him achieve his goals.
We are now in someone else's territory. Although it seems that the Shen family has no ill intentions at the moment, after all, we are the ones fighting for the sword and I are the flesh and blood, so we need to be more cautious in everything.
Soon, Zhihua brought someone over, put down a large bathtub filled with hot water, and then left.
Su Ping took a bath and looked forward to the future happily.
At this time, Shen Yushu was in another part of the Duke's Mansion, reporting on Su Ping.