Dress to be a celebrity

Song Shi took over the job handpicked by the Holy Majesty, so he couldn't fish like usual anymore. After handing over the proofread manuscript to Zeng Shi, who took him to proofread, he brought his ergonomic chair cushion to Shu Jishi. Museum, leading the team to work in the museum.

This time he also has to work overtime, so the two of them simply don't have to wait for each other, and dinner will be settled in the courtyard, and they will get together again when they get home.

It is unavoidable to work for others. Song Shi was quite experienced and did not complain about the hard work. He seriously planned this project for the king of Zhou to seal the bibliography:

The Four Books and Five Classics are the duties of a scholar, and the filial piety can be called a child's work. If you teach these sages to look up the pages of the catalog with the scriptures they have memorized since childhood, they don't even need to turn the book. Chapter, paragraph, or even a few words picked out at random, you know which page it is printed on—this is the basic skill of doing stereotyped essay questions: when you see a word in the scriptures, you must immediately know where the word comes from. Which sentence, which paragraph, which chapter, the context includes the original meaning of the annotation.

The article has been memorized to this point, and the page numbers printed on the margins are almost clear to the chest.Even if the new book is changed, the layout and font size are somewhat different, but these auspicious people have read to the bone long ago, feel the thickness of the new book, and use the palm of their eyes to estimate the font size on the book, and they can estimate where a certain chapter is printed. Pages, flipping back and forth twice is enough to find the exact page number.

These few books are relatively simple to make, but the "Tongjian Compendium" edited by Zhu Xi has sixty volumes, and it is not a compulsory part of the imperial examination. He had to personally lead the project team to carefully search and proofread the pages of the book.

After Song Shi got the new book issued by the palace, he organized a meeting in the same year to explain the typesetting style of the new version of the catalog—it was the set of "Northern Wei Official Chang Zhi Catalog" he had given to Zeng Xueshi before, wax version He hasn't lost it yet, and just printed [-] sets according to the head, and distributed them to ordinary people to learn.

However, teaching in large classes still has to be done on the blackboard, and students are asked to come forward to answer at any time, otherwise they cannot explain clearly.

So he asked someone to paint a big blackboard, brought it from Huan's house to the Hanlin Academy, hung it high in the study room, used talc as a pen, and wrote on the blackboard in a decent manner: Catalog compilation rules: [-]. The pages are divided into upper and lower Double frame, first up and then down; [-]. The table of contents is the same as the original book, only the number of pages is added at the bottom of the frame, and the dotted line leads it down; [-]. The dots in the dotted line are aligned horizontally and vertically...

Wang Zhi, the scholar-in-waiting who was in charge of teaching these sages, also joined in the fun and came to watch him have a meeting.Seeing him get a big blackboard, he was almost amused by the rough rammed board, but seeing him hang up the board and write out lines of cursive and cursive characters in the air with talc, he couldn't help laughing Convert to admiration.

The skill of this handwriting is indeed profound!

It was not easy for him to engrave words on paper with an iron pen, but now he is holding a piece of powder and hanging on the wall to write, and the characters written are almost like a ruler, but they are not deformed at all. ...This is not something that ordinary book-savvy people can do.Before he writes, he has to arrange in his chest the layout of the book on this big black wooden board. The calligraphy must also be good, and the arms, elbows, and wrists must be stable.

If it is slightly worse, the written characters will be out of shape, or one word will be in its own way, and one word will be scattered and lacking in spirit.

Wang Xueshi was thinking about it, but saw that Song Shi had finished writing a piece on the blackboard, measured the length with a tailor's ruler, and drew a manuscript page on the blackboard.

The Shu Ji Shi Hall is not like when he was running a school in Fujian, where there would be students huddling in the crowd and not raising their hands. The students in the hall were all elites who had been killed out of tens of thousands of candidates.

There were too many people robbing, and Teacher Song had no sense of accomplishment, so he simply asked them to line up to write from right to left according to their seats.

The first Sa Shu who came to the stage often didn't even bring the catalog he made. He only read it a few times during the lecture just now, and he knew it by heart. He grabbed a talc-sharpened pen and wrote on the board——

After one stroke, the strokes will be crooked, and the talc can't hold back his strength, and the pen tip will be crushed into several pieces on the board.

A few chuckles came from nowhere in the audience, Xueshi Wang couldn't help shaking his head and sighing secretly, thinking that it was as he had seen.Song Shi also secretly tilted the corners of his mouth, and quickly pursed his lips and coughed lightly. He assumed the demeanor of a teacher, and stepped forward and said, "This talc pen is very soft. Just hold it with three fingers like Brother Sa, and write lightly. Everyone of the same age This is the first time I use this pen, so I don’t need to care about the handwriting, what matters is learning the format of the catalog.”

Sa Shu often felt a little ashamed, took a cloth towel and threw it into the water, wiped off the talcum powder on the board first, and then slowly started writing again.This time he was finally able to write characters smoothly, but he failed once. He was nervous and couldn't use the force to write properly. Like a primary school student.

It's not just that he was going to blush, the sages who had just competed to be on the stage all regretted it.

What are you all vying to do on stage just now, why not wait and see first?

What if they write badly on the board?

Brother Song Nian, why should he be so frugal? What kind of wooden boards and talc pens are used? If you use list paper to spread on the wall and ask them to splash ink, who can't write a good calligraphy!

The test does not rely on fonts to screen people, the library test can read characters, and their characters are also the best choice!

However, Song Tongnian in front of the blackboard is easy to discuss. There is a teacher Wang who is in charge of teaching them sitting in the back row of the classroom. This teacher is serious and rigid. Pick up four, want a pen or paper?

This group of selected elites and disciples of the emperor also relived their old dream of being primary school students. The ones at the front came on stage shyly and patiently. I just hope that I can write better when I go on stage.

It doesn't have to be so good as Song Sanyuan, just better than others.

Teacher Song also knew that they were inexperienced. After reading the blackboard writing of the two students, he decisively called a stop, walked to the students in a considerate manner, showed them the gestures of holding the pen and the strength of writing, and demonstrated on the board how to turn the pen tip. , Tilt the body of the pen to imitate the stroke of a brush...

By the way, he called the next He Shuchang to come on stage and asked him to try writing according to the method he taught.

After calling a few people, he saw that the students in the back seemed to be able to write on the blackboard, so he patted the ashes on his hands and said considerately: "Since you all know how to use this blackboard and pen in the same year, let's try to write on this blackboard yourself." , I’m going to make a new set of wax paper, so that everyone can find the dots connecting the dotted lines when writing the table of contents.”

Let the students practice on their own. He, the teacher, is watching from the front. These students are trembling when they go to the stage to write, how pitiful they are.

It's better to come here occasionally to check the cracks in the door.

After the Song Dynasty announced the adjournment of the meeting, the common people practiced in front of the blackboard in the room, but Wang Xueshi followed him out and asked curiously: "Ziqi, how did you practice this calligraphy? The theory says that you are a top scholar, and you can write it well. It’s not surprising that it’s good, but why do you like to make some weird things as pens and paper, and you can still write well with them?”

It was practiced in the previous life.

He was not an obedient student when he was a child, and he often secretly slept, talked, and read idle books in class, so he was often called to answer questions in front of the blackboard by the teacher who was staring at him.Later, after graduating from university, I became a leader again. In the off-season, when I had nothing to do, I held meetings to study how to develop new routes. During the meetings, everyone wrote and drew on the whiteboard, and did the ppt when they were almost organized.

To put it more profoundly, the environment creates people.

He smiled faintly, opened the door a little, looked at Tongnian who was huddled together in front of the blackboard, and said: "At first, the younger generation wanted to just print these catalogs for the same year to read, but later I felt that empty lectures are easy to get distracted, and I wrote while speaking on stage. It is easier for everyone to listen to the writing on the blackboard. In addition, the younger generation drew a large catalog map on the board, which is clearer than printed on paper, and it is convenient for everyone to practice. In fact, the talc strips are all cut into columns. The feeling of engraving with a stylus is almost the same, and it is easy to master the skills if you are used to writing with a hard pen."

Wang Zhi also looked at the good-for-nothings through the crack of the door, seeing them writing and comparing in front of the blackboard, with a bit of vigor to win, the corners of their mouths curled up slightly, and he said with a smile: "Let's go out, these young people won't be able to sit still." , we should go in and beat them and teach them to be more stable."

Yes, this is the joy of being a teacher, er no, it is the responsibility of being a teacher!

Full of admiration, he watched Xueshi Wang go in to manage discipline, took some new manuscript paper, took out a vernier caliper to measure the length and right angle, divided each vertical grid in the manuscript paper into four, and took the correct vertical line, and drew half-divided horizontally. One line, filled with grids on the manuscript paper.

One line of large characters and two lines of small characters can be written in each vertical grid, and the intersection of the vertical line and the horizontal line that splits the position of the small characters in half is the dotted line point between the catalog words and numbers.

He dried the paper, carved rows of dots with wax paper, and mixed red ink with cinnabar, soap, white wax, etc. when he got home, and printed two rows of red dots in each vertical grid.These manuscript papers can then be dipped in a layer of wax to make a wax plate. When Shu Jishi engraves the table of contents on this plate, they only need to align the upper and lower sides to engrave the words, draw a few dots in the middle, and click on the positions of these red dots. .

Now that his printing skills are getting better, one wax block is enough to print five or six hundred copies of manuscript paper before it breaks. He has carved two wax blocks, which are dipped into wax paper after printing, which is enough to carve a set of bibliography requested by the Holy Majesty. There are plenty of wax plates for practicing hands.

When Huan Ling came back from working overtime at night, seeing that he was still managing state affairs in his spare time, his heart ached and he was anxious: "I have never seen the Imperial Academy order people around like this. Although you can work harder, you should ask someone to replace you Share some."

Don't ask others, at least wait for him to come back and work together, right?

In Song Dynasty, it was natural to work overtime in his previous life. In this life, he has been doing his father and Huan Ling's official business for so many years. He has long developed the habit of active work, and he doesn't care whether he works or spare time. There is overtime pay but not overtime pay. of.But seeing that Huan Ling was so distressed, wishing he could grab the roller in his hand and imprint it for him, he suddenly wanted to drop all the work at hand, don't care about anything, and just enjoy being cared about, The urge to care.

Why not enjoy it?

He really threw the cotton roller into the water tank that was cleaned aside, took out the half-printed manuscript paper to dry, and stretched out his hand to Huan Ling: "Okay, you don't have to rush to do it, the thirty regulars of the Imperial Academy will follow you." I’m printing the book, let them print it themselves tomorrow.”

His senior brother was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he laughed aloud. He went up and pulled his hand hard, put his left hand on his waist, carried him on his shoulder, and carried him back to the inner room. , Throwing it on the soft bedding that the family had already laid.He didn't do anything else, first turned Song Shi over, and pressed his warm hands on his tight lower back: "These days you are busy with paperwork, Brother Yu can't help you, I can only barely give you a massage For a while, relieve fatigue."

He rubbed his palms to warm them up, and began to massage along the waist bone from top to bottom seriously.

Song Shi didn't know whether it was nervousness or anticipation, he stiffened for a while, but after being asked to knead, the stiff psoas muscles relaxed involuntarily, so An Ran closed his eyes and enjoyed the massage.Huan Ling's strength was really just right. After the soreness, overworked these days, the psoas muscles often felt sore and limp, like a rubber band scalded with hot water, regained its elasticity, and could be twisted as much as he wanted.

so comfortable.Brother Huan's strength is not bad, it would be even better if he put more force on the left side.

He commented a few words very professionally, and felt that something was inappropriate when he was comfortable enough, so he promised: "When the set of bibliography we printed for King Zhou is printed, there will be no need to work overtime in the future, and you will be tired when you get home. , I'll press it for you."

Huan Ling looked at him pressed tightly against the pillow, the backs of his hands showed light blue veins, the knuckles were slightly protruding, the hands that were not so delicate but made his heart flutter, and replied "OK" with a smile.