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The moment she saw the recruitment announcement, Lejing was really excited.

If asked what the most powerful profession was during the Republic of China, Le Jing would answer without hesitation that it was librarian.

New China is essentially a country founded by a librarian and his friends who were owed wages.

But Le Jing chose to be a librarian not to pay tribute to the big boss, but because of the environment and collection of books here.

After all, human beings are social animals. If you stay alone in a cramped environment for a long time, you will easily suffer from various psychological problems. Although Le Jing considers himself a "black sheep" among human beings, a heterogeneous person who is born to enjoy loneliness, but every day It’s still too boring to stay in my room and write. In addition, the serialization of his new works requires a lot of information, so being a librarian is a very suitable job choice. He can completely fish and write articles while working, do his job well and make money on the side while reading books, learning and writing articles. There is nothing more perfect than this.

So Le Jing made up his mind to apply for the position of librarian here after the parent-teacher meeting.

The parent-teacher meeting went smoothly. Le Jing was originally worried that he would be questioned by the teacher because he was too young, but later he found that he was worried too much. Because he saw a young man bringing a little baby, about three or four years old, over. He was still lamenting here that the Republic of China really married early and had children early. Older primary school students brought their sons to school. He heard the young man bow respectfully to the teacher, pointed to the little baby and said: "Sir, this is my brother-in-law. My parents were busy, so I asked my brother-in-law to hold a parent-teacher conference for me. "

The little baby grinned and said in a sweet voice, "Hello, sir~"

Female gentleman:......

With such a couple, it would not be a big deal for Le Jing to attend the parent-teacher meeting on behalf of his sister. After the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher told Le Jing something.

"Skip a grade?"

"Yes, the top student in the class mentioned this to me before, so I wanted to ask Li Shuran if she has ever thought about skipping a grade. Judging from her learning ability, she can definitely go to the third grade. "

Le Jing replied; "I have to go back and discuss this matter with her before I can give you an answer."

The female teacher said readily: "Of course, everything must be based on the students' wishes."

After the parent-teacher meeting, Le Jing told Li Shuran his decision to apply for the librarian position here. Li Shuran was so excited that she blushed: "Wouldn't this allow me to see my brother when I go to school?! Too much! alright!"

"It's not as good as you think." Le Jing said half-jokingly: "If you don't go to the library diligently, I will punish you."

Li Shuran stuck out her tongue: "Even if you don't tell me, brother, I still go to the library every day. There are so many books here, wouldn't it be a waste if I don't read more."

Both brother and sister seemed to be sure that Le Jing would become the librarian here. Li Shuran did it out of trust in Le Jing. As for Le Jing...

"What? You said you only need three yuan a month?" The person in charge, who had politely declined Le Jing's offer to find another job, opened his eyes wide in surprise, as if he couldn't believe his ears: "You didn't see the joke, did you? ?”

At this time, the monthly salary of librarians in ordinary middle schools was generally around five yuan. Because Peking University was an institution of higher learning, its monthly salary was eight yuan. The government often owed faculty (including librarians) wages, and many big bosses complained about this. , all complained about this in their diaries and letters, but most people just complained, only one person was more stubborn, and then we can see the fate of the Republic of China government. Therefore, the three yuan monthly payment proposed by Lejing is very tempting to the person in charge.

Therefore, even though Lejing had not graduated from middle school and his highest level of education was primary school, after a simple test proved that Lejing could write and read and was not blind, the person in charge readily admitted Lejing and informed him that he could start working immediately.

On the way back, Le Jing and Li Shuran mentioned the matter of skipping a grade. The little girl was excited but also a little unsure: "I have just started school and haven't learned much yet. Will I be unable to keep up if I skip a grade?"

Le Jing did not have such concerns. No one knows Li Shuran's learning ability better than him. In terms of IQ, Li Shuran is not a genius, but she has many qualities that geniuses don't have - extraordinary concentration, diligence and strong thirst for knowledge.

Li Shuran, who possesses these qualities, is naturally a good candidate for academic pursuits. That's why she was able to complete the enlightenment in four months with zero foundation. Le Jing believes that even if she skips a grade, Li Shuran can adapt quickly.

Le Jing thought so and said so. Li Shuran was blown away by the rainbow fart from her brother. She held her hot cheeks and smiled stupidly, not knowing what night it was.

Le Jing got up early the next day. After cleaning up, he and Li Shuran embarked on the road to study together.

The librarian's job is not heavy. He only needs to register guests and borrow books from faculty and staff. Because he is a newcomer, helping people find books is naturally the job of seniors. As a junior, Le Jing is naturally humble. The ground followed the senior to learn the scriptures.

The literacy rate is not high these days, and there are special public libraries outside. Therefore, although the Kaiming Library is open to the public, most of the people who come and go on weekdays are students from our school and other schools. It can be said that after the slightly hectic entry period, Lejing's work is still very leisurely.

Taking a break from his busy schedule, he made himself a cup of tea. With the lingering fragrance of tea, Le Jing happily flipped through the "ancient books" of the late Qing Dynasty that smelled faintly of ink. It was a day like this that even the gods would never change.

While Le Jing was enjoying himself, the editorial department of the Peking Fiction Newspaper was in uproar because of his "The Rise of Dynasties". It was no exaggeration to say that the situation was in turmoil.

Zhang Xiguan was the editor-in-chief of the Peking Fiction Newspaper. He was already at the age of knowing his destiny this year. He believed that he had one foot in the coffin, so he was usually very steady and calm. He thought that this was the only way to live up to his age.

At noon this time, he walked into the editorial department with a bird cage and a heavy and steady pace. He wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with the young people in the department to show his maturity and excellence as an elder, but he was confused by the noise in the editorial department the moment he opened the door.

His talented and good editors were gathered in a circle, pushing and arguing loudly, turning the elegant and quiet editorial department into a vegetable market.

He was dizzy for a few seconds, and his voice rose eight degrees in anger: "What are you doing? Don't you have any rules?"

The originally noisy and noisy room became quiet because of his shouting. The editors who were almost fighting each other realized how indecent their behavior was. They hurriedly distanced themselves from each other in embarrassment, but their eyes could not help but drift to the person who was surrounded by them.

Zhang Xiguan looked over and saw one of the young people he wanted to talk to this time. Ping Yu was sitting at the table, holding the manuscript paper tightly in his hand and reading eagerly, completely unaware of the death gaze from Zhang Xiguan.

Zhang Xiguan frowned and said sternly: "Ping Yu!"

Silence.

"Ping Yu!!!"

Ping Yu didn't even raise his head: "Oh, are you annoying? I'm reading a novel!"

Zhang Xiguan tried his luck and silently said in his heart: I'm not angry. Anger hurts the body. At my age, I should cultivate my character.

Then he let out a long breath, feeling calm and like a mature and steady elder. He smiled and walked straight to Ping Yu's side, and said gently: "Is it good?"

Ping Yu: "It's good!"

"Can you show it to me?"

"I haven't finished reading it yet, wait... WTF editor?!"

Ping Yu originally just habitually said WTF to express shock, but the word "editor" after WTF was different. Ping Yu despaired and found that Zhang Xiguan's face gradually darkened. He glared at him and snatched the manuscript from Ping Yu, "Write me a 10,000-word review and hand it in later!"

Ping Yu's face fell immediately, and at the same time, he looked at the back of the editor leaving with the manuscript with some reluctance. He hasn't finished reading the novel yet...

The group of people who had been rushing to read the manuscript beside him also sighed with regret, and someone comforted himself: "It doesn't matter, this manuscript will be published sooner or later, and we can all see it later."

After Zhang Xiguan walked into the editor-in-chief's office and sat down, he began to flip through the manuscript that had just caused chaos in the editorial office out of curiosity. What on earth was written on it?

Zhang Xiguan was stunned after reading just a dozen lines.

The contents of this manuscript were all things he had never heard of before, but they were very interesting. The author was really imaginative, and he actually wrote a wonderful story about a university professor traveling to ancient times, and that ancient time was actually a dynasty that had never appeared in history!

The protagonist Xu Wangmu is a university professor who is not appreciated for his talent. He has a lot of knowledge but cannot display it. Then one day he was on his way in the rain, and he was struck by lightning. When he woke up again, he found that he was lying in the middle of an altar, and opposite him were people kneeling on the ground, shouting: "I, the common people, kowtow to the immortal master!"

He sat up in confusion and found that the people around him were all ordinary people wearing ancient costumes. The shape of their clothes was a bit strange. The style of the clothes looked quite similar to the cross-collared, right-fronted and wide-sleeved clothes of the Han Dynasty, but they had a square scarf on their heads, which was a typical feature of Ming Dynasty clothing. He just glanced at the building from a distance and found that it was actually in the style of the Tang Dynasty.

There was something strange here.

Xu Wangmu was originally struck by lightning, thinking that he must have died this time, but he woke up on an altar unexpectedly, and because of his special appearance, he was regarded as an immortal by the villagers.

Xu Wangmu simply made the best of it. In a conversation with the local people, he was shocked to learn that the current dynasty was called Dahua and the reign was Pingkang 18th year. Xu Wangmu searched through all his memories, but he never thought that there was a country called Dahua in history, and it also used such a strange year name as Pingkang.

He also learned that Dahua was now invaded by foreign enemies and suffered unprecedented famine, so the people put their hopes on gods and Buddhas, and Xu Wangmu, who suddenly appeared on the altar, became their life-saving straw. They prayed to Xu Wangmu to give them food.

Zhang Xiguan's mood was hung high. He was eager to know what Xu Wangmu would do? How would he save the people? How would he live in this era? What was going on with this dynasty? Would he come back? How did he get there from the Republic of China? There were too many questions lingering in his mind.

Zhang Xiguan eagerly turned the page back, but only saw the bare table.

He was stunned for a while, and then realized that he had read all the manuscripts in his hand!

Editor Ping Yu, who was scratching his head and guessing the subsequent plot of the article, saw their editor-in-chief, who was always full of style and loved to preach, running into the editorial office with sweat all over his head and a completely shabby image, staring at him fiercely with big eyes like copper bells: "Where is the manuscript?!"

"What?"

The editor-in-chief raised the manuscript paper in his hand impatiently, "Let me ask you where is the next manuscript paper?"

Ping Yu said depressedly: "No, this is what the author has sent." Then he couldn't hide his curiosity and asked the editor: "Editor, which dynasty did Xu Wangmu come to? How did he get there? Is he a fairy? Spell?"

Zhang Xiguan looked solemn and asked urgently: "Where is the sender's address? Give me the envelope quickly!!"

What the hell happened behind the scenes? ! He must go find the author and ask for clarification!

The author has something to say:

Today I was chatting with a gay friend and talking about what kind of shady operations I have encountered, and I remembered that shady thing that can make me laugh for the rest of my life hahahahahaha

Here's the thing.

Because of Jinjiang Harmony, you know, a certain author started a scam on Weibo and then deleted it after posting it for a few days. It was at this time that the ** came!

So a reader sent a private message to the author’s editor. The message was to the effect that I saw that you had left a comment on Dada’s Weibo before and I knew that you were also a fan. I wanted to ask if you have saved the little yellow car that Dada posted before and if you can share it with me. I.

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Then the editor took a screenshot of this private message and posted it on Weibo and liked the original author hahahahahahahahahahaha

The original author is so miserable hahahahaha I feel sorry for her hahahahahahaha