Chapter 430: Even though he is young, he is still a hero
Zhu Ping'an never knew about Li Mo's inspection. After the sun shone brightly, Zhu Ping'an put the Yongle Ceremony that he had finished watching in its original place, and then went downstairs with a tea cup. He met Lao Li who was cleaning the house downstairs.
Only then did Zhu Ping'an know that Li Mo had come to check the post today, and even looked at himself upstairs.
If you are upright and are not afraid of slanted shadows, then let Li Mo check the post.
After going downstairs, Zhu Ping'an poured a cup of hot tea and put it on the table, and then began to sort out the classics on the first floor. While sorting them out, if you are interested, you can read them, otherwise they will be placed according to Hongwu Zhengyun and so on.
After Zhu Pingan organized a shelf, Zhang Siwei came in with a box of fine wool tips and a small bag of cured mutton jerky.
"Although the tea distributed by our Hanlin Academy is not bad, it is old tea after all. This is this year's new tea. Don't say that my brothers are not thinking about you. Oh, by the way, this is the dried mutton sent by Wen Sheng's entrustment.
It's said to be mutton from the Tatars. You and I each have a bag. I tasted it and it tasted really good. With hot tea, it's really delicious." After Zhang Siwei came in, he looked at the tea soup in Zhu Ping'an's tea cup and shook it.
He shook his head, then shook the fine wool and dried mutton in his hand toward Zhu Pingan, and then placed them on the inside of Zhu Pingan's table.
"Then I'm not polite. Haha, I have nothing to give you today. I will come down to the river from my hometown some other time and bring you some specialties from home." Zhu Pingan said with a smile.
"Haha, let's go ahead. I was worried about how to remind you." Zhang Siwei winked and smiled narrowly. After laughing, Zhang Siwei rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help Zhu Ping'an organize the shelves.
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"Ziwei, please take a look at the two pages on my desk first. It won't be too late to help me later." Zhu Ping'an pointed to the arrangement and sorting method of the Hanlin Academy's collection of classics and the management method of the collection that he wrote on the table, and asked Zhang Siwei
After reading it, we can help you organize the classics together according to the method.
"Oh?" Zhang Siwei was curious, so he walked to Zhu Pingan's desk and took in his hand the few pages of paper that Zhu Pingan had pressed under the paperweight.
At first, Zhang Siwei didn't take it seriously, but after looking at it for a while, Zhang Siwei was deeply amazed by the arrangement and arrangement of the classics and the management methods of the Tibetan Pavilion written by Zhu Ping'an. As smart as he was, he immediately figured it out.
The subtlety of this method and system.
Zhu Pingan flexibly incorporated the management methods and picture arrangement methods of modern libraries that were hundreds of years ahead of the Ming Dynasty.
If Daming's picture placement and management methods are compared to the old-fashioned PHS or Nokia, then the management method and sorting method written by Zhu Pingan is ipone6sp1us. The upgrade is not a problem of one version and two versions, but an earth-shaking change.
The change.
This epoch-making method of sorting classics and managing collections is like a piece of fantasy. Yet it is easy to grasp. Zhang Siwei was not just impressed by it, but he was so impressed that he fell to the ground and rubbed it dozens of times. Every cell and every pore in his body and mind was touched.
Surrendered.
"Zi Hou, a great talent!" Zhang Siwei took a deep breath after reading these thin pages and was filled with admiration, his eyes sparkling like electricity.
"Huh?" Zhu Pingan, who was reading the book, was stunned when he heard this, unable to keep up with Zhang Siwei's rhythm.
"If the Tibetan Pavilion is managed according to Zi Hou's method, then from now on, it is no exaggeration to say that the Tibetan Pavilion can be managed with its arches hanging down." Zhang Siwei's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he praised from the bottom of his heart, "The arrangement of the classics can be seen clearly at a glance. Follow the pictures to find out.
It's like picking something out from a bag; the management is clear and well-organized, even if there are thousands of people, there will be no chaos. This set of rules is applicable everywhere."
Zhang Siwei admired the few pages written by Zhu Ping'an so highly that any ordinary person would blush at what Zhang Siwei said.
However, Zhu Pingan is obviously not an ordinary person.
"It's great. You, a flatterer, feel so good all over." Zhu Pingan stretched and said with a cynical smile.
"Are you questioning my vision?" Zhang Siwei shook his head and asked.
"I'm obviously admiring your ability to flatter." Zhu Ping'an laughed.
"Besides, I'm leaving." Zhang Siwei raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Pingan confidently.
"Come on, I was wrong." Zhu Pingan gave up decisively.
"Forget it?" Zhang Siwei raised his eyebrows again, with a smile on his lips.
"I'm just kidding. I was wrong in the first place." Zhu Ping'an hesitated again without hesitation. He said it calmly, without any embarrassment at all, and even had a smile on his lips.
I'm just saying soft words now, but later on someone will be a bull and a horse for me to drive. Zhu Pingan looked at Zhang Siwei with a bright smile on his face.
"Okay, you win." Zhang Siwei shook his head and rolled up his sleeves, looked at Zhu Pingan and smiled and cursed, "Although he is young, he still shows his majestic appearance."
"What kind of heroic posture?" Zhu Ping'an flattened his mouth.
"I'd rather be successful than be shameless!" Zhang Siwei said and started laughing.
"Zi Wei is different. This is not shameless, but thick and black." Zhu Ping'an looked calm and sorted out the classics as he spoke.
"Thick black? What is thick black?" Zhang Siwei heard the word thick black for the first time. Although he didn't understand its meaning, he vaguely felt that the combination of these two words was very mysterious and he was very interested.
"You sort out a stand first." Zhu Pingan stretched out his hand lazily, ordered a rack that had not been sorted by him, and a smuggling smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You are cruel." Zhang Siwei gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and organized the shelves according to the method of archiving and sorting classics written by Zhu Ping'an.
A young man like Zhang Siwei has probably never done any heavy work, and because he wanted to hear Hou Hei's explanation quickly, he tidied it up. After finishing this arrangement, Zhang Siwei held his waist and panted.
"You can say it now." Zhang Siwei gasped.
"Ever since I became literate, I have been surprised to see people with great reputations in ancient times. If I want to find out the reason for this, I can't find it. If I ask for the history of the Six Classics, I will be at a loss; if I ask for hundreds of schools of thought, I will be confused.
I am at a loss; I think that the ancients must have secrets that are not passed down, especially because we are stupid by nature, and we are not capable of discerning our ears. I search endlessly, forgetting to sleep and eat, and I have been like this for many years. I occasionally read the Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms, and I suddenly realized that great things have happened in ancient times.
It’s just thick and black!”
Zhu Ping'an memorized the preface of Houheixue by Mr. Li Zongwu, the head of Houheixue during the Republic of China.
Of course, Zhu Ping'an took the most important line from Mr. Li's preface: "Those who achieved great things in ancient times were not only thick-faced but black-hearted!" This is the outline of thick-black theory, and removed the "face" and "heart" of thick-faced and black-hearted.
"", deliberately hiding the core sentence, in order to instigate Zhang Siwei to organize a few more arguments, and then reveal the core to him.
Those who achieved great things in ancient times were nothing more than thick and dark!
Zhu Ping'an exaggerated it very well, saying that he had searched the Six Classics and hundreds of schools of thought, and had spent many years and hard work but still could not find the reason for the success of the ancients. When he read the Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms, he suddenly had an enlightenment.
It turns out that the reason for the success of the ancients was thick black.
However, there are no eggs!
What is thick black? You still didn’t say it!
Zhang Siwei glared hard at Zhu Ping'an, then consciously rolled up his sleeves and once again devoted himself to the great work of sorting out the classics.
After a while, Zhang Siwei finished sorting it out, breathed heavily again, looked at Zhu Pingan and asked: "Can we talk this time?"
"In the Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei, Sun Quan, and Cao Cao divided the world, and where were they from? Liu Bei was thick, and Cao Sun Quan was thick and black."
After Zhu Pingan put the classics in his hands on the shelf in order, he poured a cup of tea for Zhang Siwei, looked at Zhang Siwei and said meaningfully. (To be continued.)
When the ground comes down and the clouds come down, come to the pavilion and you can get the view.]