The Ming Dynasty started with caution

He Neng knelt down with a bang and cried: "Master, please spare my life... The clever mouth I have developed is not that mouth, but this mouth."

As he said this, he took out a half-old suona from behind his back and began to play it loudly, making his eyebrows dance with joy and his voice and sound complete.

This song sounds a bit like...

Zhu Bajie gets a wife.

He Neng wandered outside and starved to death many times. Fortunately, there was no way out, so he picked up a suona.

He was also a man of talent and boasted of his talents.

Poor people can't afford to be happy, so they ask him to play music and make a living.

He Neng said aggrievedly: "I am an upright and upright man, how can I write these books? Isn't that just embroidery from heaven...is it a beautiful thought?"

After listening to a lot of music, you can also learn the accent and say a few literate words.

Yan Chengjin felt a pity in his heart. This was a way he thought about for a long time.

A side job tailor-made for dad.

In a self-made family, writing a book can be said to be the least risky. Even if you lose money, it will only be your father's physical and mental strength.

Brainpower is something that can only be gained by sleeping.

It's a business that doesn't lose money for nothing.

"What a pity!"

This Menglou was written with painstaking efforts and late nights. Yan Chengjin felt that he could not let others take advantage of him.

"Go find a brazier."

After He Neng found the brazier, he saw that the young master actually wanted to burn the manuscript papers. He rushed over and cried: "Young master... you can't burn it. Why don't you give it to me? It would be a waste to burn it..."

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Forbidden City, Hanyuan.

At this time, Yan Kesong was about to compile the historical materials of the previous dynasties with his pen. Luo Qi, who was also the editor, sighed: "These are the hard work of the previous dynasties. Even if it is new paper, it cannot be stored for a few years. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, I have copied it several times from books on the subject of astronomy.”

"Then we have to copy it. Thanks to it, we have this editor's job and we have to eat. Brother Jingming, please copy it quickly. Don't be sad anymore." Yan Kesong sighed several times and said to himself Can't stand the energy.

The pile of classics in front of me, bitten by bookworms, were copied from the Hanlin Academy of the previous dynasty.

Copying and organizing is an extremely boring task. Classics are damaged by moisture and have to be copied onto new paper.

Since the beginning of the circulation of classics, no fewer than thousands of scribes have copied them.

After two more dynasties, future generations will copy the classics he copied today onto new paper, and future generations will also copy the ancient books.

What we did was actually some useless work.

Yan Kesong was distracted, and the manuscript he had just read wormed its way into his mind like maggots attached to his bones.

That book seemed to have a poison-like stimulating effect on people like him who had not been exposed to "eating and drinking" for a long time.

Yan Kesong's thoughts have long been wandering in the sky, and there is a vivid world in his mind.

In comparison, this classic is dull and boring.

It doesn't matter whether you become famous or not, the main thing is to use your talents to make some contributions to the people...

After thinking about it, Yan Kesong put down his pen and stood up to salute: "Brother Jingming, I remembered that there is something urgent at home and I need to take half a day off. I will help you with the book on astronomy in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. I will repay Brother Luo tomorrow." share!"

"You're welcome, just come back if you need anything." Luo Qi and he were both Jinshi in the 23rd year of Chenghua in the same year. They were on good terms with each other, so they were naturally willing to help.

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The sun is at the top of the sky, Yan Mansion,

Yan Chengjin sat in front of the book desk without writing for a long time. He was thinking about which book to change.

The room manager hurried in and said, "Master, I want you to come over."

"Did my father take the risk?"

"The master has come back from leave. He is in the main hall." The house steward thought of something again and said worriedly: "The master was in a hurry when he came back. I'm afraid it was because of the manuscript I showed him this morning. The young master said something for a while, so be careful. Some."

Yan Chengjin felt nervous. His father worked hard as an official and rarely asked for leave several times throughout the year.

Coming back on a special trip?

Yan Chengjin came to the hall and saw his father sitting in front of the hall with a tea cup in his hands, his face showing no clues.

"Cheng Jin, my father has been thinking about it for a long time. I should reassure him about the way of learning. I will bring over all your manuscripts. I want to take a look at them again so that I can give you some pointers." Yan Kesong said. .

A person who studies knowledge may die in the evening if he hears the Tao in the morning.

As long as we can leave a masterpiece for future generations, so what if we lose our reputation!

Yan Kesong couldn't care less about the shame at this moment. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to express it. He wished he could burn the midnight oil and write freely.

"…………" Yan Chengjin.

Is it really fragrant?

However, leaving aside the few personal belongings that I brought with me, Menglou is really a good book, a rare book through the ages, and it is well deserved.

Want to resist its temptation, unless...

Seen better.

It's not impossible that it smells really good.

Yan Chengjin was waiting for his words. Of course he carried such an important thing with him and hurriedly took out the manuscript.

Fortunately, He Neng put out the brazier with a cry just now, so it didn't burn down. Yan Chengjin secretly gave him a credit.

"It'll be fine if Dad figures it out."

Yan Kesong came to him in a hurry, took the manuscript paper tremblingly, counted it carefully as if he had found a treasure, and showed a relieved smile.

"Dad has learned a lot today, just like the Yellow River flowing endlessly in the sky. I want to write them all down. When dad becomes a great writer, you will be the son of a great writer!"

"???" Yan Chengjin was in a daze.

Yan Kesong has been compiling classics for more than ten years.

He wrote three thousand pens and wrote countless books.

But none of them were signed with his own name. All of them were for others. He was also a man with ambition.

Now holding the first book he was going to write, Yan Kesong was actually a little excited.

Yan Kesong took the manuscript and took a few steps, but immediately turned back. Feeling his fiery gaze, Yan Chengjin said, "Dad, there is really no more..."

"That's good." Yan Kesong was relieved to let the housekeeper grind ink and sent someone to buy the best paper. He couldn't wait to go to the study.

It is said that people drink wolfberries in middle age, and a cup of wolfberries can live half a year.

Yan Chengjin asked the servants to make wolfberries for his father.

He also often drinks it himself.

The study was filled with hearty laughter for a while, and then it was as quiet as an ancient well.

Until late at night, the lights in the study were still bright.

At dinner, Yan Kesong was not there. Yan Chengjin secretly asked someone to add a chicken. No matter how hard life is, you can't suffer your body, and no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in food.

Only when you are full can you have the strength to live.

After dinner, Yan Chengjin returned to the room and asked He Neng to hold the lamp and fan him to read all the information about this era that he could buy.

No matter how detailed the history books are, it is not as clear as knowing it in the Ming Dynasty. Yan Chengjin almost read all the information he could find.

Combined with the memory of Ming history, it can be seamless.

It is exactly the same as he remembered.

On May 25th, the eleventh year of Hongzhi, news came that heavy rain fell in Hejian Prefecture, and the people in the prefecture were exempted from taxes for one year.

Yan Chengjin knew that the time he calculated was not wrong.

These days, Yan Kesong stayed in the study room.

He was only in his early forties, and although writing with a brush was a tiring job.

But he was in his prime, and he had wolfberry to protect his body, so he thought he would be fine.

One morning, the lights in the study were still on, and there was no sound inside.

Yan Chengjin scolded: "How dare you waste candles like this in broad daylight?"

He Neng followed Yan Chengjin: "Master, the master is still in the study. He didn't come out last night. I went to greet him early this morning."

"My father is still in the study?" Yan Chengjin was a little surprised.

He Neng said: "He is, and the room manager is also here."

Why is there no movement inside? Did he fall asleep?

Yan Chengjin pushed the door open doubtfully, and there were waste paper balls on the ground.

The room manager yawned listlessly like a bridal chamber lover who had not slept all night, and occasionally rubbed his hand holding the ink stick.

Yan Kesong stood in front of the desk refreshed.

In contrast, he was radiant and his eyes were still bright.

Goji berries protect the body, extremely powerful!

Seeing him coming in, Yan Kesong put down his pen, picked up a pile of manuscripts that had been sorted out beside him, and said happily: "This is what I wrote for my father these days, what do you think?"

Yan Chengjin took the manuscript paper and read from the first chapter, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It is inevitable that there are differences from the original book.

But the taste is still the same!

The few strokes I added, my father also wrote it out based on the outline.

"My son thinks... not bad."

Everything should be left three points, so that you can be more serious in the future.

Yan Chengjin didn't say everything, firstly because he was afraid that his father would be proud, and secondly, he also left some room for himself.

I just don't know how the people of the Ming Dynasty would react?