In the eyes of everyone's sympathy or gloating, Zhu Ping'an completed the report, and was led by the policeman to the Tibetan Pavilion where he would work in the future. Take a look??
The Tibetan Pavilion is located in the north and faces south. It looks like two floors from the outside, but actually it has three floors inside. There is also a dark layer in the middle of the eaves. The Tibetan Pavilion occupies a large area, about the size of six rooms, and is built with blue stone bricks.
, there are black glazed tiles on it, and there is no wooden structure in the entire Tibetan Pavilion. It is for fire prevention. Even the black glazed tiles are for fire protection. In the eyes of the ancients, black represents water, and water is used to extinguish fires and protect the Tibetan Pavilion's safety.
A pool was dug outside the Cangge, with rippling blue waves inside. Once there was a fire in the Cangge, water could be drawn from the pool to put out the fire.
This place is great, but why do everyone look at him with sympathy and gloating? Zhu Ping'an stood outside the Tibetan Pavilion, a little puzzled.
The officer led him into the Tibetan Pavilion. There was a set of tables and chairs on the left side of the Tibetan Pavilion hall, which was where Zhu Pingan would work from now on. In addition to Zhu Pingan, there were three unscrupulous officers in the Tibetan Pavilion who were responsible for taking care of the books and books.
, basically responsible for the cleaning and care duties, and the main filing and sorting tasks must be done by Zhu Ping'an.
After entering the Tibetan Pavilion, Zhu Pingan probably understood why others looked at him with sympathy or gloating.
The inside of the Tibetan Pavilion is indeed as vast as smoke, too numerous to count. There are tens of thousands of pictures on this floor alone, and the arrangement is also a bit messy. Some of the pictures in the Pavilion are neatly placed on the cabinet, but many are in a pile.
They are stacked in piles in the cabinet, seemingly out of order, and there are even some pictures scattered in the cabinet. In addition, the golden nanmu cabinet in the Zangge is beautiful, with a kind of uneven beauty, but it is not practical and unlike
Modern library shelves are so easy to search and use.
Zhu Pingan took a general look at the three floors above and below. The volumes of the Yongle Dadian series were relatively neatly arranged, but the arrangement of other volumes was not flattering. Want to see? In short, compared to the modern and well-organized library, this collection is like a bunch of unorganized collections.
Head flies.
Zhu Pingan had just settled down in the Cangge. Zhang Siwei and another Hanlin Academy editor came hand in hand. This Hanlin Academy editor was about thirty years old and had been working hard in the Hanlin Academy for nearly three years.
He is a veteran. His name is Zhang Bo. He is a fellow villager with Zhang Siwei, and Zhang Siwei is lucky enough to be working in the same office as him.
"Ahem, why is it so messy?" Zhang Siwei couldn't help but sigh after entering the Tibetan Pavilion and looking at the vast sea of pictures in front of him.
"The third floor is even more chaotic. Do you want to open your eyes?" Zhu Pingan smiled.
"Farewell, when I come to help you clean up in the future, I will have a chance to see it." Zhang Siwei shook his head, and then introduced his senior fellow to Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Pingan rinsed the tea cups and tea sets, brewed a pot of tea, and invited the two of them to sit down and drink tea. The tea was ordinary tea provided by the Hanlin Academy for everyone. If you don't like it, you can also bring your own tea from home. Zhu
Pingan didn't have high requirements for tea. He thought the tea from Hanlin Academy was enough. However, when Zhang Siwei was drinking tea, he said that next time he would bring some good tea from home and give some to Zhu Pingan. Zhu Pingan also
I didn’t refuse, I smiled and thanked him in advance.
"Zihou, do you have a problem with Mr. Li?" Zhang Bo asked, picking up the teacup.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head and told what he had guessed about the scene in the Jinluan Palace. There was nothing hidden in it and there was no need to hide it.
"So that's it." Zhang Bo nodded when he heard this, and then whispered to the two of them, "It's no wonder that our dean is at odds with Mr. Yan Ge and has preconceived ideas. Even if you explain it, it may be counterproductive, but
Mr. Li is not an unreasonable person. When the misunderstanding is resolved in the future, Zihou will be able to leave this place of exile."
"Place of Exile?" Zhu Ping'an looked at the pictures of the Tibetan Pavilion. He was still a little puzzled. "Although the archiving of this Tibetan Pavilion is more tiring and time-consuming, but with so many pictures as companions, it won't be a problem.
Is it called the Place of Exile?”
"Haha, you are still young." Zhang Bo laughed when he heard this.
"What's the explanation?" Zhu Ping'an was even more confused.
"What else is there besides pictures and classics here?" Zhang Bo explained. "Besides, haven't I seen enough after ten years of hard work? You are still young and have just entered the officialdom. Do you think you can still persist after becoming an official?
How many people? Many people have almost forgotten the teachings of Confucius and Mencius. After becoming an official, they have many things to do."
"Our Hanlin Academy is a place of nobles and nobles, but I am not trying to attack you Zihou. Your archive of classics can be described as a place of exile. The reason why our Hanlin Academy is called the place of prime ministers is because the daily work of our Hanlin Academy is not
It is just daily work. On the surface it is dealing with political affairs, but in fact it is to exercise government affairs capabilities and increase knowledge."
Zhang Bo loves to chat. After taking a sip of tea, he told Zhu Ping'an and Zhang Siwei about the work of the Hanlin Academy in simple and easy-to-understand terms.
"For example, let's take the drafting of the imperial edict that I am currently responsible for. Well, by the way, I drafted the edict that decreed the imperial decree to confer imperial orders on people." Zhang Bo put down his teacup as he spoke and looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile on his face.
meaning.
"Thank you so much, Brother Zhang." Zhu Pingan thanked him repeatedly.
"Everywhere, it's all within the scope of one's duties." Zhang Bo smiled sarcastically, and then continued to explain, "Let's get back to the point, our Holy Emperor issued an edict. This kind of thing should have been drafted by the cabinet, but in fact it was all done by the cabinet.
The Hanlin Academy is responsible for it, and I am also responsible for part of it. This kind of drafting edict is not a simple drafting task. This kind of work can help us adapt to government affairs, deepen our experience, and over time, we will understand the affairs of our Ming Dynasty.
Familiar."
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan and Zhang Siwei couldn't help but nodded.
Seeing the reactions of Zhang Siwei and Zhu Ping'an, Zhang Bo felt very satisfied and spoke more energetically, "Another example is the actual records of the Song Dynasty that Ziwei is now responsible for. The work of compiling the actual records of the Song Dynasty can increase the in-depth understanding of the political allusions of the Song Dynasty.
The more you understand, the more you will understand how to serve in politics. In addition, we Hanlin are responsible for the lectures on economic banquets, which can increase our understanding of the court rituals and important national affairs. At the same time, these lectures on economic banquets can also increase our
The relationship with the Holy One has left an impression on the Holy One, which will be of great benefit to us in the future. Oh, by the way, our Hanlin Academy is still a good opportunity to get in touch with scholars and dignitaries. Sometimes, we will also participate in court meetings and political discussions,
It can deepen our understanding of the political situation and current events.”
"These are good opportunities for us to accumulate experience and exercise our abilities." Zhang Bo concluded after taking another sip of tea.
Zhu Ping'an filled Zhang Bo's tea cup in time. Zhang Bo nodded with satisfaction and continued: "There are countless opportunities when working as an errand in our Hanlin Academy, but only Zihou, your errand is an exception. There is no oil or gas.
, Not to mention the tedious and hard work, squatting in this Tibetan Pavilion, you don’t even have the opportunity to contact the outside world. What kind of exercise can you do by archiving pictures and classics? In this Tibetan Pavilion, you don’t even have the opportunity to contact the Holy Emperor and the powerful.”
"Oh, by the way, you have also seen how messy it is. Some of them are as difficult to find as finding a needle in a haystack. Sometimes our Holy Father will send a piece of paper asking our Hanlin Academy to provide a certain book. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, the first two Hanlin officials in charge of classics
I was scolded very miserably. My predecessor, Liu Hanlin, spent a lot of effort and almost lost all his money before using his connections to change positions."
There is no oil, no opportunity, no exercise, it is tiring and cumbersome, and the most important thing is that you will be scolded and punished.
Well, this is probably the source of other people's sympathy or gloating.
"That's not true." After Zhu Pingan listened, he took a sip of tea and said calmly.
"Isn't that true?" Zhang Bo opened his mouth wide after hearing this, shook his head and sighed, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Oh, it's so good to be young."
"Zi Hou, be patient. After a while, I will ask my uncle to intercede with you." Zhang Siwei thought Zhu Pingan was comforting him, so he patted Zhu Pingan's shoulder to comfort him.
Er, what I said is true. Zhu Pingan was speechless.
"It's not a complete exile, isn't it? His Majesty will still send notes to look for him." Zhu Pingan said.
"Stop it, you'd better pray to the Holy One not to look for it." Zhang Bo looked at Zhu Pingan as if he saw a madman, and stretched out three fingers in an exaggerated manner, "To tell you the truth, as far as I know, in the past three years, the Holy Spirit has uploaded papers three times.
Every time I find it, it’s extremely difficult. Let alone you alone. We went to the Hanlin Academy a few times, and it took us a day and a night to find the shortest one. Every time, I was scolded as a bloody nozzle. In the end,
The pitiful one was Liu Hanlin, who was beaten with a cane and tsk-tsk. That was so miserable."
but
Anyway, I worked as a picture administrator in the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Pingan looked at the collection of classics and history and said silently. (To be continued.)