Murphy asked Mu Xi who was standing by the side while eating: "What do the diners and Keqing in the house usually do?"

"If the host does not summon or explain the affairs, the diners will usually transcribe books, or get together to discuss the past and the present, and then record their remarks and hand them over to the host. As for the guest, he is more free than the diners, as long as the host has no other orders. , Ke Qing can do whatever he wants."

Murphy nodded, this is similar to what she thought, just like the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, many famous nobles raised many diners, and some diners did not even offer a strategy to the main family until they died, they were completely like rice bugs. exist.

Of course, this kind of situation may not occur in the palace of Rong Zhen. First, the number of diners in Keqing is small, and secondly, because of Wu Yue's personality, he should not raise some useless people just for the name of the picture. But as a guest secretary who has just entered the mansion, she will definitely not be able to participate in the important deliberation and decision-making of the mansion, so what should she do normally?

While Murphy was thinking, there was a knock on the door. Mu Xi stepped forward to open the door and saluted immediately.

Then, Murphy saw a man in his thirties walking in slowly, with a high bun, wearing a long crown, blue clothes and wide sleeves, with a medium-high appearance, a pair of sharp and slender smiling eyes, giving people a kind of Contradictory feeling of kindness and leanness.

"Young Master Futu is well? Yan Qiao, the head of the Xia Rongzhen Mansion, is here to visit your Excellency." The man gave a flat bow.

Mo Fei hurriedly stood up and returned the salute: "Master Yan is polite."

Yan Qiao looked at Murphy for a while without a trace, and then said, "I should have come to visit yesterday, but I had no choice but to deal with some important things, so I came late."

"Mr. Yan is very polite." Murphy asked Mu Xi to serve tea while inviting the other party to his seat.

Yan Qiao stopped her and said, "Don't be busy, young master. I have a small matter to come here today, and I will leave when I finish it."

"What's the matter?"

"Have you ever asked your lord to help you re-establish a household registration? I'm here today for this matter." He took out a thin slip from his sleeve and handed it over, "I also ask you to give your birthdate, ancestral home, name, Write down the font size and other information.”

Murphy was overjoyed, and finally had a clear talisman. So she took Bo Jian and said, "I'm sorry to bother Mr. Yan."

Sitting at the desk with Bo Jian, he stopped when he picked up the pen. Murphy's heart skipped a beat, what year is it now? I remember that I picked up a bamboo slip on the road last time I followed the refugees. The era name on it was "Shangning", but that was the era name of the Yu Kingdom. Wei Xuan mentioned that the era name of the Sang Kingdom was "Qixu", but it seems that It didn't say that it was Qixu several years now. Obviously, this question cannot be asked directly, otherwise it will be too suspicious.

By the way, she had seen Wei Xuan's talisman. It said that he was in the ninth year of Qixu. It was initially estimated that he was forty years old this year, so now it is about forty-nine years of Qixu, minus twenty-four, she should You can write "25 years of Qixu." In this way, Wei Xuan was originally supposed to be a talent from the State of Su, so why did he come back from fleeing from the State of Yu?

This thought flashed by and didn't go any further, Mo Fei wrote down his name "Fu Tu", the word... um, where did she get the font size? After thinking about it, I wrote the word "Mozi" with my hands, and then wrote the ancestral home...

Mo Fei frowned and stopped writing: "Master Yan, I have lived in no fixed place since I was a child, and my ancestral home has long been hard to find. Is it possible not to write this?"

Yan Qiao said: "In this way, the son will be free! Since the son intends to leave the past, then let the son help the son to arrange a new place of origin."

"Thank you." Murphy stood up and handed back the written Bo Jian to him.

Yan Qiao took a look and smiled, "Young master is twenty years old, he is indeed young and promising."

twenty? Murphy paused in his heart, which means that it is now the forty-five years of Qixu, and Wei Xuan is actually only thirty-six years old, so he is really "mature"...

When Yan Qiao saw that the matter was completed, he was about to leave, but Mo Fei was busy and stopped him again: "Master Yan, please wait a moment."

"I don't know what else your son wants to do?"

"I want to borrow some books, I wonder if there is a bookstore in the mansion?"

"I see." Yan Qiao smiled and said, "There is indeed a bookstore in the mansion, but you need a key to enter. A key is in the hands of diner Lu Yan, and usually diners will find him when they want to borrow books. However, the son is a guest minister, completely You have the right to enter and exit the bookstore freely, so give this key to the young master."

Yan Qiao took out a bunch of keys from his bosom and untied a piece from it.

"Thank you." Murphy's face was calm, but his heart was happy. If she wanted to understand the era more deeply, she had to consult as many books as possible. But the books of this era are too precious to be bought. Now that she has entered the palace of Rong Zhen, how could she not take advantage of the opportunity.

After sending Yan Qiao away, Murphy immediately asked Mu Xi to take her to the bookstore.

The bookstore is located in the corridor on the other side of the big study, and you can reach it by turning two corners. However, if it is not for the bookstore, there are usually not many people on this side.

Using the key to unlock the lock, the pile of books in the huge bookstore deeply shocked Murphy.

Preliminary estimates put the number in the thousands. If it is a paper book, then this amount is nothing at all. But the slips are thick and heavy, and it's really spectacular to put them together like this.

Murphy turned around in the bookstore and began to worry. This booklet is really inconvenient to read. If you don't expand it, you won't know what's in it. I casually glanced at the few bundles of tablets on the periphery. There are history books, biographies, and poems. It can be said that the classification is messy. It is estimated that it is time-consuming and laborious to find some information in a targeted manner.

Frowning, it seems that before studying these tablets, they must be sorted out first.

Mo Fei pondered for a while, and then left the bookstore with Mu Xi.

"Oh? That young master just turned around in the bookstore and left?" Ouhan, who was reading in his room at the time, said lightly when he heard the servant's report.

Yan Qiao laughed at the side: "Could it be that you were frightened by the abundance of books?"

"Let's take a look." Huohan's eyes moved to the tablet in his hand again.

"Hmm... Ouhan seems to be interested in that young master?"

"About some." Ouhan replied noncommittally.

"Haha." Yan Qiao picked up Bo Jian, who had written some simple information about Mo Fei, and muttered, "A young handsome and talented person who doesn't know his identity and background..."

Ouhan glanced at him and continued to read his book.

Murphy, who returned to his residence, took out a clean thin slip from the desk, looked it back and forth, then took a saber and cut it into several pieces, called Mu Xi to pierce it, and then threaded it with a string to make it. Pieces of small tags.

She nodded with satisfaction, handed the tag to Mu Xi and said, "Mu Xi, can you find someone to make something like this?"

Mu Xi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Yes, it won't take long to do this, and there are many servants in the house who can do it."

"Okay, then you can find someone to make a thousand or so slices."

"one thousand?"

"Yes, more than less. Can it be done?"

"Okay, it probably won't take two days to do it."

"Since that's the case, you can send as much as you have done first, and then you will get the bookstores one by one."

"Hey." Although Mu Xi was puzzled, he still obeyed.

When hundreds of tags were made, Murphy came to the bookstore again, and began to look up the books one by one, and then wrote the category, book number and title on the tags, and then tied them with Mu Xi through. in the corresponding booklet.

That's right, what Murphy is doing now is simply sorting and indexing books. Writing on bamboo slips is indeed too primitive, and she will definitely come up with the art of making paper in the future. As one of the four great inventions in China, papermaking is something she has studied deeply, and it is not complicated. But at present, she feels that it is not the right time. First of all, her foothold is not stable, and it is not good to be too aggressive. Once again, this palace is not Wu Yue's long-term residence, she has to wait until the man decides to bring her back to his fief. Before she went, she was just a person to stay or leave.

For three consecutive days, except for eating and sleeping, Mo Fei spent the rest of his time in the bookstore. Although have only read it roughly, it takes a lot of time and energy for such a large number of tablets. Fortunately, she was accustomed to this kind of work that required patience before. You must know that when participating in archaeological work with her tutor, sometimes in order to restore an ancient relic, it is common to repeat the same thing for ten days and a half months. What she lacks most now is time and patience.

But the strange thing is that no one else came to the bookstore to borrow books these days, and don't know if someone deliberately ordered something, or those diners just don't need new books these days. In any case, no one disturbed her, so she didn't need to investigate the cause too much.

"Huan Han, how is everything in the mansion when this king is away these days?" Wu Yue, who had just returned from the camp outside the city, threw the cape off to the servant and asked casually.

"Everything is fine." Ouhan replied lightly, "But..."

"However?" Wu Yue, who opened his arms and let the servants help him remove his armor, looked up at him.

"Some interesting things have happened in the bookstore these past few days."

"Book Pavilion?" Wu Yue wondered, "What will happen in the Book Pavilion?"

"The lord will find out when you go and see it in person." Ouhan didn't answer directly, but just said, "That Mr. Futu is really interesting."

Something to do with that boy? The image of that person appeared in Wu Yue's mind, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

After changing into casual clothes, Wu Yue decided to go to the bookstore before taking a shower.

Walking into the bookstore, Wu Yue's first impression was: It seems to be a lot tidy? Then he was attracted by the tag hanging on the tablet, which stood out in rows and rows. When I approached, I flipped through a piece of paper, which read "History Fifteen, Brief History and General Meaning." Looking up, there was a small wooden board nailed to the wooden frame of the pile of tablets, which read "History".

Walking a few more steps inside, on the wooden shelf are farmhouses, political books, seasons, geographical indications, biographies, fortune-telling, literature, miscellaneous studies, etc., and the books in each category are marked with the title and number of the book. , it is very convenient to find what, even whether it is lent or missing can be seen at a glance.

Wu Yue looked at the bookstore that seemed to have changed, and a few gleams of light flashed in his deep eyes. This may seem like a small change, but it is ingenious and has extraordinary effects. At least no one has thought of organizing their collections in this way before.

"He did this?"

"Of course." Ouhan nodded.

Wu Yue didn't say anything, just glanced at the bookstore again and stepped away, and at the same time sent someone to call Yan Qiao to come to the study to see him.

"My lord, are you calling Yan Qiao?" Yan Qiao went into the study to meet him.

Wu Yue asked, "Has the Futu talisman been done?"

"Yan Qiao just had someone rearrange a new household registration certificate, but he hasn't done it yet."

Wu Yue didn't speak, he took out a piece of cloth and spread it on the desk, picked up a pen and wrote a few words, then stamped it with a private seal and handed it to the servant next to him.

Yan Qiao took the cloth from the servant and unfolded it. There were only four words on it: Rong Zhen Shangqing.

Yan Qiao's heart was shocked, he raised his head and glanced at Wu Yue quickly. Seeing that he looked down at the booklet and ignored him, he had no choice but to suppress the doubts and surprises in his heart and quit.

Rong Zhen Shangqing, even ordinary nobles cannot easily offend or punish a person with this honor, and with this, the Futu talisman will not need to be carefully reviewed, it can be handled directly, and these four symbols will be specially marked. word, which represents an identity and an affirmation of his talents. There are no more than five people who can give others the title of "Shangqing", so the meaning is no trivial matter.

There is currently only one person with this title in Rongzhen Palace, and it seems that there should be another one now.

Yan Qiao couldn't help but feel a touch of envy and jealousy in her heart.