Li Yue added: "The bucket used for bathing is not big. If it is big enough, the two of us can wash it together."
"..."
"I prefer to take a shower with cold water."
Li Yue observed Zhang Yang's expression and saw him saying with a straight face: "Don't you like taking a bath with others?"
"I just like cold showers."
"Yeah?"
Li Yue's tone was filled with suspicion.
Zhang Yang wiped the dishes harder with his hands.
"All right."
Li Yue closed the door again.
Soon the sound of water came from Li Yue's house.
Early the next morning, Zhang Yang got up early.
Because she had to rush to make clothes, Li Yue also woke up very early.
Although the spinning wheel at home is more efficient than others, it is not much faster.
I haven’t made my winter clothes yet.
Another day of working hard for a better life.
Li Yue bought fabric from Aunt Wang, and the two seemed to be discussing the price.
Zhang Yang relaxed his muscles and went out to find work.
After eating yesterday's braised pork, Cheng Chumo was still thinking about it, so he asked someone to buy some pork.
The pork was stewed in the pot. Cheng Chumo, who had never eaten pork before, was very curious.
The servant next to Cheng Chumo asked in confusion: "Little general, why do you want to eat pork?"
“I had it yesterday and it tasted good.”
Hearing Cheng Chumo say this, the servants on the side looked at Cheng Chumo with a strange expression.
When the pork was cooked, Cheng Chumo picked up the pork and took a bite. Before chewing it, he spat it out.
"Why does this pork taste so bad?"
"Little general, pork is eaten by poor people, so of course it tastes bad."
Cheng Chumo rinsed his mouth with wine, "Did the cow in our field break its leg?"
The villain said doubtfully: "That happened half a month ago."
"How did I hear that our cow broke its leg again yesterday?"
The servant slapped his forehead and said, "Young man, you forgot, this is indeed the case. Now go get some beef for the young general."
Cheng Chumo's eyes were still looking at the pork in front of him, and he didn't understand why the pork made by others was so delicious.
Zhang Yang was walking on Zhuque Street and saw that Hongwen Hall was asking for someone.
Hongwenkan is a place where scholars go. Looking in from the outside, you can see that many scholars are writing articles inside.
The steward of Hongwen Hall saw Zhang Yang and said, "Boy, are you looking for work?"
Zhang Yang smiled and nodded.
The steward said, "Can you write articles?"
Zhang Yang shook his head, "No."
"Can you write?"
"know a bit."
…
The steward looked at the young man and saw that the clothes were old but clean.
"Well, how about you sweep the floor and organize the books here, twenty coins a day?"
"Thank you, steward."
The steward took him into Hongwen Hall.
Zhang Yang observed here, and sure enough, most of the bamboo slips used here were bamboo slips.
After listening to the steward explaining the matter, Zhang Yang began to work, picking up the books scattered on the floor and placing them on the shelf beside him.
I remember that my daughter-in-law has been using her pen and ink for a long time.
You should also get a new one.
Hongwenguan is very generous in its dealings, and its one day's wages is twenty coins.
While sorting out the books here, most of the books here are Hanshu, Liucan, Jingyi, and the most numerous are Confucian classics.
Most of the Tang scholar group was also composed of Confucian scholars.
Secretly write down these books, put them into categories and note their locations.
Zhang Yang found that there were pens and ink prepared beside the bookshelf, and it seemed that no one had used them.
Those here are even preparatory officials who will serve as officials in the future.
From time to time, some officials from the DPRK and Central Government came here to ask for articles.
There is a strong smell of ink in Hongwen Museum.
Zhang Yang opened the window for ventilation, and the smell dissipated a little. After sorting out the books, he started sweeping the floor again.
The steward nodded with satisfaction when he saw that Zhang Yang could take the initiative to find something to do.
In his spare time, Zhang Yang wrote on the small wooden signs one by one.
Every time someone goes to the bookshelf to get a book, they rummage for a while and still don't find the book they want.
Zhang Yang stepped forward and asked: "What book do you want?"
"The chapter on Shangshu, Xian Youde"
"it's here."
Zhang Yang quickly found the book and handed it to him.
The scholar looked around and saw Zhang Yang wearing patched clothes, and left with some disgust in his eyes.
After a little leisure, Zhang Yang continued to write on some small wooden signs.
After a busy day, the steward handed Zhang Yang his wages and said, "Twenty cash in total has been collected."
Zhang Yang took the money with a smile and said, "Thank you, steward."
The steward handed Zhang Yang a volume and said, "This volume is for you. Study it carefully. Maybe you can come to Hongwen Hall to write articles in the future."
Zhang Yang pointed to the brand new inkstone and pens next to the bookshelf and said, "I'm sorting out the bookshelf. Can you give me a pair of pens and ink?"
The price of pen and ink is not low.
The steward looked at Zhang Yang, he didn't look like a man who could afford pen and ink.
Even if no one uses these pens and ink, the manager can sell them privately, which is still a lot of income.
"All I need is a set of pen and ink, and I can categorize the books on the bookshelf into categories, making it much easier to find them."
The steward didn't even have time to refuse.
Zhang Yang began to work.
Hanging the wooden plaques with words on them one by one on the bookshelf, Zhang Yang said: "Look for books according to the first character of the title of each volume, so that you don't have to worry too much about finding books."
The steward came to the bookshelf and looked for books according to his own ideas. According to the wooden sign, he quickly found the book he wanted.
Looking at these small wooden signs again, I understand more and more their magical functions.
In the past, many scholars in the Hongwen Library cluttered the bookshelves looking for classics.
The steward put his hands behind his head and said, "You are still young. Do you want to stay here and work in the future?"
Zhang Yang said with a smile: "I'm just a person who can't write articles. If I stay here, I'm afraid I will lose the face of the manager. This method was also taught to me by the manager. How can I, a handyman, know so much."
When the steward saw his smile, it seemed that the boy had given the credit to himself.
If you can show off in front of officials and get recommended, maybe you can leave Hongwen Hall and become an official.
The steward smiled happily, "What's your name?"
"That's not important. What's important is that you got another credit as a steward."
"You only want a pen and ink?"
"right."
After handing the pen and ink to Zhang Yang, the steward took out another piece of silver cake and said, "I'll give you this silver cake too. There are only two of you here. You know this and I know it."
"I see."
Zhang Yang handed over another bamboo slip and said, "What book is recorded on it and where it is."
The steward looked at Zhang Yang in a different way, took the bamboo slip and compared it with the bookshelf, and then the small wooden sign, getting twice the result with half the effort.
"If I don't give you the pen and ink, will I not give me this scroll of bamboo slips?"
"I never thought of it that way."
"Do one thing and save the other. He is a smart boy."
