The sky is slightly hazy, and there are no court gatherings all year round during the Tianbao period. The birdsong and breeze in the early morning make everything look leisurely and beautiful. Full version 520.
Chen Xilie had already played a set of five-animal tricks in the courtyard and was sweating slightly. He sat in the hall and let the maids comb his hair and massage the acupuncture points on his forehead to brighten his eyesight, dispel wind, and prevent headaches and tinnitus.
It is precisely because of such careful maintenance over the years that even though he is over fifty years old, he does not have too many gray hairs.
"Which gate will your husband sit at today?" his wife Wei asked, preparing to arrange a groom.
Chen Xilie closed his eyes and thought for a while, then sighed: "Go to the Secretary's Office."
This is strange, I usually don’t go there once a month, so how can I go there these two days in a row?”
“A Bi Mawen is here, I have to keep him under guard and don’t cause any more trouble.”
What is Bi Ma Wen? "
“Ah, I know!” the little grandson playing in the hall shouted loudly: “Sun Wukong should not be Bi Mawen, but should be the Monkey King and cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace!”
Chen Xilie laughed and scolded: "Little naughty boy, are you peeking at my book?"
“No, my grandson heard the story from my sister. She also said she wanted to marry the number one scholar.”
“Go away, a monkey that cannot be chained is not likely to be married.”
Chen Xilie sent his grandson away, picked up the clothes in a leisurely manner, and got up to go to the office. Mr. Wei followed behind and hissed: "Oh, how could we be so busy in the past? My husband must have worked too hard."
At the hour when the secretary was in charge, the handymen, craftsmen, and calligraphers had already arrived, and they were working in an orderly manner. Going around to the official explanation at the back, officials were still coming one after another.
In the middle hall, Lingheng and several envoys to the Tang Dynasty were busy copying books again, while Jiang Jiangming came belatedly. There were more than ten fruit trees in the back courtyard, which were in bloom but had not yet produced fruit. Xiao Yingshi was sitting under the tree, making tea.
Close your eyes and think about the article.
“Supervisor Chen.” The officials saluted one after another.
"No need to be polite." Chen Xilie said with a smile, "Take the scroll and read it, and call me when Xue Bai arrives."
“Back to Supervisor Chen, Principal Xue has arrived and was sewing in the academy just now.
“So early?“
Chen Xilie was curious about what Xue Bai was doing in a place where subordinates were waiting, so he went there in person.
When I arrived at Xiu Academy, I saw Xue Bai talking to several craftsmen and calligraphers. One of the calligraphers looked very excited and was talking non-stop.
If you do what the Number One Scholar said, you should be given more monthly salary, right?
“Uncle Yin, this is the truth.” Xue Bai said, “I have to make this request to Supervisor Chen first.”
From a distance, Chen Xilie stopped when he heard this and asked his entourage to call Xue Bai over. "The number one scholar came early. At your age, you should have the same enthusiasm for starting a family."
Jiao Chen is worried about it and has already made arrangements," Xue Bai said.
“Really?” Chen Xilie was quite surprised. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, “I have to be worthy of such a talented person like you, so I won’t be disappointed.”
“It’s worthy of me. In fact, I am the one who has climbed higher.”
"Okay, okay, young people should listen more to the advice of the elderly." Chen Xilie sighed, "You, after entering the secretarial department, you should take some time to relax. As soon as the news is over, many things will be over. The so-called 'can't bear it,' You cannot make the best of the world."
Come, I will lead the way for you."
The word "lead the way" means not only the way Xue Bai leads the official affairs, but also the way he intends to lead Xue Bai in the officialdom.
Xue Bai was also very sensible and did not propose to give monthly salary to craftsmen and regular calligraphers at this time.
Today I went directly to the bookstore.
The Book Pavilion is located in the center of the entire Secretariat Department, just behind the atrium lobby, separated by a fruit grove.
"This is the Secretariat's Secretariat, which is divided into four volumes of the Classics and History Collection. There are twelve study rooms, each with sixteen rows of shelves. Currently, there are 81,789 volumes of books. The complete... ????????.????"
Xue Bai listened to Chen Xilie's talk and looked around. He saw a portrait of Confucius posted on the main door. Immediately, a clerk came forward, saluted Confucius, and slowly opened the door of the bookshelf.
There are fine dust floating in the morning light, and at the same time, the scent of books comes to my face.
The volumes of books are lying quietly on the shelf, without saying a word, but they seem to be silently telling the wisdom of the ancestors over a long time.
Chen Xilie didn't rush in. When the dust cleared a little, he stood there and started talking about his achievements again.
“Today, I lead the Secretariat Province with the honor of the Left Prime Minister and restore Lantai’s reputation. But do you know who brought the Secretary Province back to life before me?”
“He Jian?“
“What about earlier?”
“I don’t know.“
Chen Xilie raised his hand, pointed to the courtyard to the west, and said: "That's the Bachelor's College over there. In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, the book envoy Ma Huaisu submitted a letter to reorganize the book catalogue, and sent the Guozi doctors Wei Zhizhang, Wang Yi, Yin Jianxian, Wei Shu, and Yu Qin
, don’t wait for more than 20 famous Confucians to check it.”
Among these famous scholars, Xue Bai only knew Wei Shu and Chen Xilie said: "Ma Huaisu took the lead in cataloging and drafted the 200-volume "Qunshu Sibu Lu". Unfortunately, Ma Huaisu died of illness before it was completed. Later, Yuan Xingchong took over to complete it.
, it’s a pity that the catalog is no longer consistent with the book. Needless to say, I always have regrets and secret thoughts chasing snow.”
Xue Bai looked around and saw that the west courtyard was empty. There were not a few famous scholars compiling books. He couldn't help but ask: "
Why doesn’t Supervisor Chen continue this matter?”
Chen Xilie waved his hands lightly, not wanting to answer such an innocent question from the young man, so he put his hands behind his back and led Xue Bai into the library.
"For all four books, there must be three copies, the original, the copy, and the storage copy. The original is for the saints to read; the copy is for rewards and for borrowing by ministers and officials; the storage copy does not need to be said much, just save the copy...
After roughly introducing it, Chen Xilie picked up two volumes of books and handed them to Xue Bai's hands. Both volumes were "Huang Ting Jing".
“Look, which one is the original and which one is the copy?”
Xue Bai has been watching his movements very seriously and said: "The original and the copies are all made of purple wood as the axis. The original book has a small seal stamped on the seam, and the copy has a bookmark. The storage version uses white wood as the axis?"
“Not bad.” Chen Xilie stroked his beard and looked up at the shelf. Only then did he realize that a lot of copies were missing.
Xue Bai also noticed it and asked: "What is the editor's job to do? Is copying these missing copies?"
“No need, I’ll copy it by hand in regular script.”
Then you dare to ask me what I should do?"
Chen Xilie yawned and murmured after a while: "Let's find Ke Dou."
By this time, the two of them had been shopping for two minutes and returned to the Academic Hall of the West Academy. Chen Xilie pointed to the two volumes of "Huang Ting Jing" in Xue Bai's hand and said, "You can just proofread this scripture."
“I don’t know when it needs to be completed?”
"When?" Chen Xilie seemed sleepy and rarely answered. He only said casually: "No hurry, no rush."
As he spoke, he yawned again and turned back to his officer to rest.
Xue Bai sat down behind the writing desk, spread out the two volumes of "Huang Ting Jing", glanced at it, and couldn't help being surprised. It was not because of the content, which was nothing more than self-cultivation, but because the handwriting on these two volumes of scripture was so extraordinary.
Liu Taizhen was holding a book and reading it. In fact, she was secretly observing Xue Bai's reaction and smiled at this time.
It turns out that the original version of "Huang Ting Jing" is Wang Xizhi's small regular script that Chu Sui imitated.
Looking at the copy again, although it was handwritten in regular script by the secretary of the province, there are a few words that were crossed out and rewritten by Yan Zhenqing, the school secretary twelve years ago. This is "looking for Kedou", that is, finding typos and correcting them.
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“Why hasn’t this copy been given out yet?”
“Because there was still Jixian Yuan and the Secretariat Department was located in the imperial city, it was inconvenient for saints to read books. So Jixian Yuan was established in the Daming Palace to share the responsibility of collecting books.”
"I see."
Xue Bai still compared and proofread the two volumes of books in his hand, while all the officials in the Western Courtyard were making tea, reading, painting, playing chess, or copying books, and everyone was at ease.
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Chen Xilie also prepared a soft couch among the officials in the Secretariat Department. After sleeping for more than half an hour, he felt more energetic when he woke up.
After rearranging his clothes, he called over the young watchman and said, "I will have dinner early today. I also got the memorial to be approved by the political hall before returning home."
“Well, let’s arrange a dinner party.”
Another attendant helped Chen Xilie up and said, "My husband has to keep an eye on a ninth-rank official for the past two days. It's really hard.
"It's good if he doesn't cause any trouble. Now that he's in this quiet yamen, he should live in peace for a while."
Thinking that after today’s dinner, the secretaries and governors would leave the office, Chen Xilie went all the way to the middle hall and saw Xue Bai talking with a group of officials.
Jiang Jiangming, Xiao Yingshi and others were all stroking their beards and thinking deeply, but they looked balanced and excited. Of course, he was always like this no matter what happened.
Chen Xilie stepped forward and said with a smile: "What are you talking about? You know how to eat."
“Chen Jian, Zhuangyuan Lang said that he wanted to write a letter to the saint and increase the number of secretaries and ministers to revive Lantai’s reputation!”
"Not urgent."
Before Chen Xilie could react, a paper manuscript had been handed into his hand.
On the basis of "Records", compile a comprehensive collection of books, "Fanjing Shizi", a collection of books from hundreds of schools of thought, astronomy, geography,
Medicine and skills are all compiled in one book; secondly, instead of being provided to ministers and officials for borrowing, the copies of the secretarial department's books are better to be made available to the Imperial College, students and disciples from various states, and even to the world's eager to learn, so that they can be used to their fullest extent.
Thirdly, I once offered "movable type printing" to the saint, but it may be useless elsewhere. The secretary can have a set of printing templates. In addition to printing ancient books, he can also print the saint's edicts to the subordinates and promote my Tang Dynasty articles.
The prosperity...
Although Chen Xilie can’t quite understand what he’s saying, he’s already keenly aware that each of these three things is unacceptable.
He still had some restraint. Although he was negative in his heart, he still had a kind smile on his face and said: "I will look at it carefully and then we will talk in a few days. We will eat first."
Xue Bai Shenpu refused to give him a chance to recommend it, saying: "We have been talking for a while and we all think it is feasible. How about asking Supervisor Chen to write a letter to the saint?"
"No way." Chen Xilie had to say: "All three are not trivial matters. Let me talk about the compilation of the book first. More than 20 scholars have been checking and proofreading it for many years, and they have not even been able to compile the bibliography. To compile a Dacheng-like book, you need to have the skills to compile it.
How many people? How many years will it take? It’s necessary.”
Xue Bai didn't know whether he was naive or ignorant, so he responded: "Since the Tang Dynasty was in its prime, how could it be impossible to do it? If there are not enough scholars, we can recruit scholars from all over the world. We all just thought that the Imperial Academy offered wine, and Wei Gong, the great scholar of Jixian Palace,
He can take on the important responsibility of presiding over this matter."
Chen Xilie shook his head, not listening to this at all, and continued: "As for opening the Secretariat for ordinary students to access books, it is even more impossible. What if the secret collection of books is damaged? It is not advisable, absolutely not advisable."
"Just take out the copies, and at the same time recruit more officials to manage them. If Prime Minister Zuo wants to revive Lantai's reputation, shouldn't there be more scholars and more officials? Since these Japanese students can copy books, Tang Dynasty students cannot borrow them.
No? Otherwise,
If a hundred thousand years later, the books here decay and no one cares about them, will we still have to go to Japan to find the books they copied?"
“You’re talking nonsense, recruiting scholars and officials? How can you get so much money for you to squander?”
Xue Bai said: "When articles are passed down from generation to generation, paper is dead, but people are alive. Before our ancestors had paper and pen, they passed it on by word of mouth, so that the inheritance is not lost. Now we have pen, ink, paper and inkstone, printing technology, and the heritage of this prosperous age.
, why are 80,000 volumes of books shelved in a high cabinet? Why are learned people unable to show their talents? How can you squander money like sand and refuse to use a small part to carry forward the unique knowledge of the saint? "
Jiang Jiangming, Xiao Yingshi and others were deep in thought. At this time, they finally felt moved. They walked out slowly and stood beside Xue Bai. Although they did not say a word, they already expressed their support for this matter.
Although Chen Xilie didn't understand what "movable type printing" was, he knew that it must be just talk on paper, a flashy thing. He shook his head repeatedly, stopped refuting each other, and began to beat Xue Bai.
“Young people will inevitably be lofty in their work. When you first enter an official career, you must not be tainted by such rhetoric. You should be down-to-earth and study hard.”
Xue Bai had just entered the official position and had a lot of free time, so he planned to influence Chen Xilie with spring breeze and rain, saying: "I am not talented.
I think these three things can all be used to embellish the prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty and highlight the eternal achievements of the saints. The left prime minister is still a saint writing letters.
Everything is left to the judgment of the Holy Spirit."
“Yes! Supervisor Chen.“
A short old man rushed forward, shaking his balance again.
Xianheng nodded his head up and down, danced with his hands, and said in a high and steady tone when he spoke: "If the saint can agree, it will be a grand event! We are lucky enough to participate in such a grand event, and our life will not be in vain!"
“It’s unreasonable.” Chen Xilie snorted, waved his hands and said, “This is absolutely impossible, don’t mention it any more, you know how to eat.”
Everyone was immediately disappointed and lamented.
Xue Bai just smiled and knew how to eat honestly.
Chen Xilie felt uneasy when he saw the confident look on his face. After eating, he privately summoned him to the room to give him instructions.
“Don’t get into trouble again. We know that the aftermath of your turmoil in the Ministry of Rites is not over yet, so how can you dare to stir up trouble?”
“Why should the left prime minister face a formidable enemy? He is just writing a letter to make some small suggestions concerning Qingshui Yamen.”
Chen Xilie was laughed at for this understatement, and was so angry that he almost threw down his sleeves, feeling that his restraint was gradually not enough.
Xue Bai was alerted again, and he became more and more anxious. He had to remind him: "Today is different from the past. If you dare to bypass the truth and write directly to the saint, you will be committing a big taboo in the officialdom."
Xue Bai nodded calmly and was about to answer.
Chen Xilie added: "If you ask your uncle to submit a letter, he will be exceeding his authority."
“It is an act of overstepping one’s authority for an uncle to interfere in the general affairs of the Ministry of Secretaries. However, if the uncle leads the Ministry of Secretaries and raises this matter, it will not be an act beyond one’s powers.”
When Chen Xilie heard this sentence, his eyelids twitched. No matter how restrained he was, he finally lost his composure and threatened him fiercely.
“How can you tolerate this when you are the Right Prime Minister?!”
Seeing that he was anxious, Xue Bai stopped pressing and slowed down his speech, saying: "In fact, if the saint can approve, all three of them will be the political achievements of the left prime minister. By then, Lantai's reputation will be greatly enhanced, and students all over the world will regard the left prime minister as their mentor."
, he also guides the public opinion in the market and serves as the mouthpiece of the emperor. If the left prime minister is unwilling to take such merit, how can he stop others from reaching out to take it?"
“Don’t use sweet words.” Chen Xilie scolded seriously: “I am not such a person who is greedy for power.”
He turned his back and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, but there was a look of contemplation in his old eyes.
Xue Bai spoke sincerely and analyzed: "These three were indeed difficult to achieve in the past, but with the emergence of cheap and easy-to-obtain bamboo paper, sooner or later it will have an impact on books and scholarship, and changes are inevitable. The left prime minister chose to wait and see.
To change, should you wait for others to take the lead, or should you actively cater to the holy will and show your loyalty as a minister and your responsibility as a ruler to the people of the world?"
“Stop trying to persuade me.”
Chen Xilie accidentally pulled off two beards.
Before, when he kept teaching Xue Bai various truths, he was calm and calm, but at this moment, his mood was confused. After thinking about it carefully, according to the saint's nature of great success, if he writes a letter, he will definitely be satisfied. The problem is, the right prime minister
How does the world view this matter?
According to what Xue Bai said at the end, the Prime Minister’s side is actually quite transparent.
“Don’t be impatient. Wait for the true situation before you think about it and make a decision before taking action.”
"I'm not in a hurry," Xue Bai said, "but the Prime Minister also knows that people like Yang Zhao, Yuan Zai and others are hyenas in the officialdom. They will pounce on meat when they see it."
Chen Xilie did not mention how he felt. The decision-making power was not in his hands. After all, he could not agree to it, so he had to say seriously: "I have said it all, please don't act rashly. The truth has its own opinions."
Chen Xilie was calm and carefree when he went out in the early morning, but when he returned home that day, he was full of worries, scratching his beard and thinking endlessly.
“Why is Aweng unhappy? But Bi Mawen has not been restrained, and he is going to make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace?”
“This is not Bi Mawen.” Chen Xilie murmured: “On the contrary, I will be forced to go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.”
Having said this, he was already slightly inclined to write a letter to the saint and seize this holy family member first.
Sleepless night.
Chen Xilie has always paid attention to health preservation, and he has not been tossing and turning like this for many years.
After thinking about it all night, he finally did not dare to take the credit alone without telling Li Linfu. He got up early the next morning and hurried to the Prime Minister's Mansion. At the same time, because he was worried about Xue Bai, he even sent an entourage to the Secretary's Department to keep an eye on him.
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Sure enough, when Li Linfu saw Xue Ri’s memorial, his face immediately darkened and he refused to live in peace for the whole day!”
“Yes, he was supposed to go to the Secretary’s Office next month, and this happened without even wearing official uniform.” Chen Xilie rubbed his forehead.
Li Linfu had a look of displeasure on his eyes, flicked the manuscript in his hand, and then murmured: "I accept the Holy Will. Since you and I can't object, we might as well go with the flow."
Chen Xilie carefully reminded: "I'm afraid some people will be dissatisfied."
"No, do you really think this guy is a stupid young man? He has an excellent sense of proportion and always gives up when he sees good." Li Linfu said slowly: "Although these measures will eventually benefit poor students, those who will benefit first will be
But he is a descendant of a branch of the aristocratic family."
“So I’m on the list?”
Chen Xilie looked over and saw that Li Linnan was still thinking. Although he could go with the flow, Li Linfu had to first consider how to make the whole matter under his own control instead of in the hands of Party Yang.
Just at this time, Cang Bi came in a hurry and said: "Alang, the people around Zuo Xiang have come to see you."
“What’s the matter?“
“Say yes, Xue Bai went to see someone after he went to the Yamen yesterday…
"who?!"
“The grandson of Emperor Gaozong, the son of King Xu, Wei Weiqing, Secretary Supervisor, Li Gong.”
“Secretary Supervisor?!“
Chen Xilie stood up hurriedly.
He then remembered that he was only the secretary-supervisor, and the secretary-provincial librarian. As for the secretary-supervisor, he was appointed by the nobles of the clan, but no matter what, Li Jin was the secretary-supervisor.
“How did you know?“
“I learned about it because Supervisor Li came to the secretary’s office today to check on the matter.”
Hearing this, Li Linfu's face darkened and he seemed even more unhappy.
Chen Xilie was panicked and said uneasily: "Right Chancellor, that Zhuzi is too cunning! But... we should not let Li Can write the letter and take the credit!"
There is no time for Li Linfu to consider how to control this matter.
He then waved his hand with a cold face and waved away Chen Xilie, the incompetent waste, and cursed secretly in his heart,
