Chapter 88 Lantai

It was very late, and a candle burned out and became the last slightly bright light. When the broken maidservant took a new one to replace it, the oil paper of the wax head tore loudly. With the afterglow on the upturned desk, he inserted the candlestick stick into the straw reserved at the bottom of the red candle, gently put it down and turned around and smiled, "It's late at night, isn't the secretary still resting?"

Bu Nuan raised his head, moved his sore neck and asked, "When is it?"

The maidservant returned the note and said, "It's right. The secretary's book only arrived today. The work here can't be finished for three or five years. Don't worry for a while. I was so tired the first day, how will I live in the future!"

Bu Nuan listened to her words gently and politely, looked at her young, about 13 or 14 years old, and asked her what her name was. She squeezed her lips and smiled, "The maidservant is Cai Wei, and she is the secretary of the sleeping bureau. Originally, he held a candlelight in Chunfang, but later he came here because Jixian Academy wanted to compile historical books.

The cloth warmed up and said, "Pie Fei, there is no body below. This name is good!"

Cai Wei lowered her head and put the two small regular scripts she had used and hung them on the pen holder, and the green gauze skirt under the candlelight glowed faintly. She has been smiling, as if this expression has formed a consistent system, with only superficial cheerfulness and basically no practical meaning. Hearing Bu Nuan's words, he hurriedly answered, "The book is really learned! I still knew that my name had a source for the first time! My parents have never studied, and my name was given by the master in the private school. Our hometown is a poor hometown. There is only one scholar in ten miles and eight villages. After more than ten years of taking the exam, he went back to his hometown to receive students to teach. The grass was very lush when I was born. My parents went to ask me for a name, and the master gave me this. I still feel that the name is nostalgia. When the secretary said this, I want to thank the master again!"

"No, it's much better than those monsters." Bu Nuan smiled and got up to look at the window. The main hall next to him was brightly lit up and asked, "Hasn't Dugu Shaojian dispersed yet?"

Cai Wei looked at it and said, "I've been busy for several nights because this batch of books are going to the east to repair the literary hall. Looking at this situation, it's all night again.

She turned back to the case and wrote, "The subordinates are always hard."

He picked up the lamp oil to other lamps, picked up the wick with copper pickers, and said, "He Lan's supervisor has also come back. His subordinates are busy, and he can't escape." After all, it was a young child who leaned over and whispered, "I just changed the wax in the palace. I saw He Lan's supervisor hanging his arm and heard that he fell on the road."

Bu Nuan doesn't think so. Why does this kind of person only break his arm when he falls? Wouldn't it be better to break your neck in one breath? God doesn't have eyes!

The work at hand is really endless. Tens of thousands of volumes of classics, each volume is divided into upper, middle and lower, and there are other small records for each case, all of which need to be registered. She was busy for 12 hours and only copied more than ten copies. Compared with the 50 elevated shelves piled up behind her, it was really a drop in the ocean. Now I'm so busy that I can't even curse. Cai Wei said on the side that she was just perfunctory.

The girl was knowledgeable and squatted down to sort out the white folds along the table. Page by page was folded, but he took a few steps, "The maidservant has left, and the secretary's book is careful."

She exited and closed the door again.

In summer, I was trapped in a pile of books. Because I had to hold the lamp, the doors and windows could not be opened. I was afraid that the wind would blow off the fire and I had to go away. The attic is close to the top of the hall, and the space is not as open as elsewhere. A few lights are a little hot like a steamer.

The cloth was sweating like rain, and I felt dizzy for a moment. I thought I was going to be familiar with it. Only then did I know that it was not easy to be an official. It's better to be a senior official. A sesame official like myself is most suitable for being squeezed.

At this time, I really miss the smoke tower, the fruits of the ice, and the cool breeze on the drunken lake. Looking at the mountains of scrolls in front of her, she really hates doing a lot of things. She even has the heart to die.

She was bored and sighed heavily. The candlelight on the desk shook sharply, which made her quickly reach out and hold it. Secretly, he can't even complain. It's all He Lanmin's fault. Without him, how could she fall into this field? She stopped the pen and rubbed her scalp with the pen pole - she thought of other officials in the college and felt funny. She dealt with pen and ink all day long, and her lips were black. Because I always have to polish the pen, sometimes the pen is forked, or if there is a thief, I will take it directly to my mouth, and it will become a black-bone chicken at the end of the day.

Such a day will take two years. Two years later, it will be squeezed out of oil and water, leaving only about a layer of skin.

Some people walked around under the corridor and pushed the door in. It was two school books who carried burdens and sent copies for the new trial. The basket put it on the ground and sang like a flower, "Twelve volumes of the Book of Rites, nine volumes of Historical Records, and 21 volumes of White Tiger Pass, put them into the library."

Bu Nuan hurriedly took white paper and wrote it down for inventory. The two school books looked aside and just smiled and said relieved, "Don't worry. Let's report it again if we can't remember."

Bu Nuan smiled awkwardly, "I just didn't remember. May I ask the two school scholars, how many volumes of "Historical Records" are in total?"

"Nine volumes of Historical Records." A school book said, "Don't be polite. Let's call our names in the future."

Bu Nuan looked up, and the two school books grinned. The man with long face said, "My surname is Huang, and they all call me Huang Silang." He rushed to the thin strip on the side and pouted, "His surname is Sheng, and his parents gave him an official name, named Sheng Zhongshu."

Bu Nuan got busy and took a blessing. "I just came to Lantai. I don't understand many rules. I will rely on you two to take care of me in the future."

Huang Silang said repeatedly, "It's easy to say. We heard about it before the department book came. The department book is the young lady of the general of the town army. If we don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, we must do our best. I also hope that the secretary will be promoted in the future, so as to help us.

"The yellow school book is right." Sheng Zhongshu took over the words and said, "We admire the general very much. He is in charge of the military affairs of the camp, and now he is also the governor of the northern government. It is difficult for us to break our legs. Originally, I wanted to get together, but in the end, I ended up with a cheap job. Now it's all right. The secretary is here to build a bridge for us. We also have a backer, right?"

It's another compliment to each other. The officialdom is indeed a learned way to deal with it. In the past, when I saw my uncle's beautiful words on the scene, I felt a little slippery. Now that I am in this environment, I am only worried that the words of praise in my stomach are too scarce. I suffer from a lot of good words, and I am like a fool.

The two school books made the eldest girl blush and found that it was too much. He smiled and said, "The secretary is busy. Let's go."

The cloth warmed up and squatted down. The two hurriedly waved their hands, "Don't be too polite. Please stay." Fang Gong's shoulders collapsed and his waist went far away.

She rubbed her neck, and it hadn't been filled by newcomers in Jixian Academy for a long time! Especially when a group of men suddenly became a female official, it was like watching a monkey play. After a while, I expressed my concern and had to take time out of my busy schedule. Thanks to this official tone, Jinlingluo's accent is almost the same as Dongdu's accent, otherwise it would be a little difficult to talk together.

With your fingers, most of the 62 officials in Lantai have seen it. Now it's time to stop! She relaxed and dipped in the pen, feeling that it was very tiring to top her corner. It was stuffy and awkward, and the sweat soaked the hat ring, and it was close to the skin and wanted to meet the maggots. There was no artificial visit. She simply took off the black gauze and casually copied the scraping fan of the fan. She sighed happily and thought, how loose it was! That alone has satisfied her.

I'm too busy to miss you. She leaned on the back of the Hu chair and looked blankly into the air - busyness is also a good way to relieve herself. No wonder once his father was angry with his mother, he hid in the government office on the pretext that he could not lose his hand and lived in seclusion in half a village.

The girl in the boudoir has nothing to do but female scarlet painting, so there is a lot of time to hurt the spring and autumn. She was still crying and sad in the smoke wave building yesterday. Up to now, she hasn't thought about him for most of the day, but it seems that she jumped out of the quagmire and found a plaus way to live. I just don't know how long it will last. Like now, he has just got idle, and he occupies all his thinking.

Suddenly, the lock on the door rang, and she looked out. Although the moonlight was thin, it could still illuminate the world. Shan Han's figure is projected on the window paper, but it looks a little strange, like a teapot with a broken mouth.

She hurriedly grabbed the head and put it on, pretended to pick up the wolf, and sighed in her heart that she had made it so opportunistic that she took a nap secretly.

The straight door creaked open, and she was ready to greet each other with a smile. Looking up, it turned out to be He Lanminzhi with hanging arms.

It was really broken, with a ring around his neck and an arm hanging in front of his chest. She laughed, okay, He Lan's history also has this day!

He Lanmin rolled his eyes and said, "What are you laughing at? You are so bad-eyed!"

"What if you don't laugh? Is it possible to cry?" She added twice, "People are doing it, and God is watching. He Lan's supervisor is very careful. This time it's the arm, and the next time it may be the neck!"

He was stunned, turned his eyes for a long time, leaned against the back of her chair, and laughed loudly, "Don't worry, I will never put you down. Even if I go down to Yin Cao, I have to be served by others, and I have to take you with me!"

She choked and couldn't speak before he could speak. He turned his fingers to turn into piles of copies and squeaked his lips, "Sure enough, it's quite a legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties! Such a wonderful pen is too talented to be used to measure the catalog alone. Later, I asked someone to bring the lonely book in the corner building. There happened to be a solid palm and lack of seats, and he had a Lao Dongsi book in his hand.

** Naked public revenge! She raised her neck and said, "I haven't finished my job yet. I don't have extra time to help others. Please send someone else."

He Lanfeng glanced at him and said, "I'm the inspector of Lantai. What kind of work will be assigned to you? You can do it. How can you choose!"

Bu Nuan frowned coldly, "Is this private revenge? Bu Nuan just came, so he was in a hurry to make me a raft?"

"Wrong, it's not Bu Nuan!" He drank it, and then came to correct her head and smiled at her with all kinds of amorous feelings, "It's winter warmth! Remember, don't make a mistake, we are tied to a rope. If something happens in the east window, I'm not the only one who is unlucky.