The daily routine of the ancient imperial examination

Now that it has entered October, the weather has turned cold, and Lu Xiuyuan almost caught a cold after taking a nap at noon.

After rubbing his not-so-ventilating nose, he got up and put on another coat before setting out to report to the Imperial Academy.

When he came to the room where he worked, the person who replaced him in the library had already arrived.

After Lu Xiuyuan packed his things, he casually introduced them to the other party, and then he was about to leave. They didn't have much to hand over their work, just a logbook and classification, just a look at it.

The new work place is next to his senior brother's room, and the space inside is larger than his senior brother's room, but there are a bit too many people...

Looking at the four people sitting at the long pear tree table in front of him, the only one he knew was the Bachelor Attendant surnamed Wan who didn't get along well with his senior.

When the other party saw Lu Xiuyuan coming in, a smile immediately filled his face.

"Lu Xiuzhuan, you are here, come and sit, come and sit."

Before he could react, the four of them stepped forward and carried him to the chair in the center of the long table.

"Let me introduce to Lu Xiuzhuan the basic work here..."

When the strength in his shoulders became weaker, Lu Xiuyuan supported the table and did not sit down: "You're welcome, please be polite, my lords, just stand and listen..."

Hehe, does he dare to sit?These people have higher official positions than themselves, and they made it clear that they have bad intentions. If he really sits, then maybe there is something behind the scenes.

"Ham, this is not important, those of us who sort out ancient books don't care about this." Wan Xueshi finished speaking and pointed to the table and a few cabinets in the corner next to it.

"These are a batch of ancient relics unearthed from the Northwest a few days ago. They are all broken bamboo slips and silk scripts. Our current job is to piece together the bamboo slips and silk scripts, and organize and transcribe the contents on them. To pass on to future generations..."

Lu Xiuyuan looked in the direction pointed by the other party. There were several large copper cabinets with sealed ports, and the contents inside could not be seen, but there were some broken silk books placed beside the table. Barely recognizable, even if you look carefully at the content, you can't see it.

In fact, placing the silk books in this way is not conducive to subsequent preservation, but from the looks of those people, he guessed that after the copying, the original copy would be ignored, and he didn't need to remind the troublemaker.

"Master Wan, I don't know the specific dynasty of this batch of documents?"

Lu Xiuyuan pointed to the silk book next to it, wanting to get a general idea of ​​how long it has been since.

"Well, according to the previous statistics, the latest recorded document is the Tang Dynasty, almost a thousand years ago."

Buried for thousands of years.

As the saying goes: Dry for a thousand years, wet for a thousand years, neither dry nor wet for only half a year, like the dry climate in the Northwest, it should be considered good to be preserved in this way.

But, is this the poems and prose that he was ordered to help sort out this morning?

Although the bamboo slips and silk scripts were seriously damaged and sorted out a bit trivial, they were not too troublesome, and it didn't look like the second prince's style of finding fault.

When Lu Xiuyuan was still wondering how the task of sorting out poems and prose could be so simple, the voice of Wan Xueshi next to him changed.

"However, what Lu Xiuzhuan sorted out is not these..."

Sure enough.

He knew it was not that simple.

The other party got up and went to the door: "Please trouble Lu Xiuzhuan to come with the old man."

Lu Xiuyuan followed the other party to the outside, and the three people behind him also followed with some unknown feelings, and the group walked along the corridor to a grocery store in the corner.

"We have a clear division of labor in this project. Those who organize the slips and slips will move and sort them out by themselves, including the silk books you read just now. They will be sorted out and recorded by themselves. After they are finished, they will be handed over to His Majesty for review."

The other party opened the door of the grocery room and walked in. The stale smell that came to his face made the three people behind him sneeze.

"From this batch of unearthed items, there is only this cabinet of poetry and prose documents that has not been sorted out. After a while, when Lu Xiuzhuan moves it up, the few of us will finish the task together before the holiday."

Seeing the cunning and cunning appearance of Scholar Wan, Lu Xiuyuan felt that this matter could never be so simple.

Move over and tidy up by yourself?

He walked up to the cabinet and took a closer look. The lock on the outside of the copper rhubarb cabinet had been corroded, and now there was only a bare body left.

Under the watch of the four people behind, Lu Xiuyuan tried to lift the top cover.

The copper bookcase has been deposited for thousands of years, and the mechanism on the back is a bit rigid, and it will make a creaking sound when it is pushed up.

After the cover was opened at a [-]-degree angle, he supported the top cover with his hands and looked at the items inside.

Different from what he saw in the room just now, his cabinet is not a silk book or bamboo slips, but a poem written on rice paper, and the top one is one of the works of the poet Li Bai, "Xi Zong Kong".

The handwriting of the manuscript is clear, and the edges and corners are also intact. It looks no different from the one just put in, except that the paper is a little yellow.

Glancing behind him from the corner of the eye, the four of them were staring at their movements with spectatorial eyes.

The Wan scholar next to him also urged: "Although this copper cabinet looks big, it is not heavy. Shall Lu Xiuzhuan move it up now and let's sort out these ancient books together?"

Hehe, does this old fox really regard him as a novice who doesn't know anything?

He gently stretched out his finger and touched the top and outermost corner of the poem manuscript.

Sure enough, the place he just touched was shattered into slag in the next second.

This phenomenon is due to the fact that paper is made of wood, and the cellulose inside will combine with its own acid to oxidize after being left in the air for a long time, making the paper yellow and brittle.

After 1000 years, the paper inside can no longer be touched. If he was a novice who didn’t know anything, he just carried the box and went to the room just now. He probably opened the lid and there was a box of shredded paper inside. up!

After verifying his thoughts, Lu Xiuyuan gently closed the top cover.

"Master Wan, forget it. It's not easy to store this paper document for a thousand years, so I don't want to move it casually."

That Wan Scholar has a thick skin, even though Lu Xiuyuan found out that he had sinister intentions, he still continued to raise the banner in a high-sounding manner.

"Hahaha, it's okay if you don't move. I just thought that if you move up, if you can't finish it before Xiumu, some of us old people can help out."

He also smiled back at the other party: "Thank you, Mr. Wan, for your kindness, but there are still three full days before Xiumu, and the official can still finish it with a tight hand."

"That's good, that's good, you young people have good energy." The other party stroked his beard with a smile, and then accidentally choked on the dust in the air, and sneezed three times in a row.

"There's a lot of dirt and dust here, Mr. Wan, let's go back and continue sorting out the silk books?" One of the people behind Master Wan persuaded.

"That's right, there are a lot of slips and slips that I can't put together. If I waste more time here, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the task." The people behind echoed.

Then Lu Xiuyuan watched the four of them leave the grocery room with tacit smiles on their lips.

The second prince's thoughts are really vicious, and he even asked him to handle these poems. I don't know if the old emperor knows that these are flimsy paper. Maybe the other party knows it too. You will lose a lot.

Touching the copper cabinet in front of me, perhaps this cabinet of books is really the only surviving paper book among the found cultural relics.

Shaking his head, Lu Xiuyuan refused to think about it. As long as he thinks that many books were unearthed this time, all of which were broken into pieces due to improper storage, he will feel very distressed.

He stood up and patted the dust off his body. He also planned to leave the room first, and come back when he got home and prepared all the tools.

Before that, he had to go back to the room just now and get off work.

Walking lightly in the corridor, Lu Xiuyuan didn't walk for long when he heard the loud sneering in the room just now.

"Hahaha Master Wan, you might not be able to see clearly from the angle just now, but Lu Xiuzhuan's eyes were dull after seeing the paper crumbled into pieces, just like a fool."

"That's right, it doesn't matter how cautious he is this time? The paper of the ancient book is untouchable at all, let alone three days for the poem draft, and he might not be able to sort it out in three years!"

……

After listening to the flattery of his subordinates for a while, Wan Xueshi pretended to be angry and said: "How can colleagues say that? After all, he is the number one scholar. Look at his unhurried appearance, maybe he has something in mind. Let's Just stop worrying about it."

"It's still Mr. Wan who has a broad mind, unlike that Lu..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiuyuan opened the door and walked in.

The person who said this saw the protagonist in the topic by surprise, forgot to close his mouth in surprise, and the expression on his face froze.

As long as you are not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Lu Xiuyuan didn't feel any embarrassment at all as the protagonist in the topic, but smiled at them with a good temper: "It's okay, my lord, you can continue to talk, I just came in to get a water glass..."

After taking his belongings, and carefully closing the door for those people, he came to his brother's room next door.

Brother Wu was not there to give lectures at Taixue, so he sat alone in his brother's seat with his legs crossed, drinking tea while listening to the movement in the next room.

Maybe it was because Lu Xiuyuan's smash just now made them very embarrassed, so he sat here and listened for a while, and the other side had already switched to another topic.

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