Chapter 248 Chongwen Museum

The matter of the auction is over. With the money, Yang Yanzhao can finally continue to build three halls, and the master in the palace seemed to be very happy, and even issued the imperial edict, which encouraged him.

It's been getting up early and getting up for more than two months. The construction of the three halls is progressing at an alarming speed, and the main body has been roughly completed. At this time, Yang Yanzhao was finally relieved and handed over the scene to the foreigner sent by Lu Dorson to take charge. While he was thinking about the fountain with the three disciples of the Taoist family, he walked around the palace. Tell Zhao Yuanzuo some calligraphy and painting scriptures.

The heat gradually faded with the end of August. On this day, Yang Yanzhao was returning from teaching in the palace. Months of habit made him take a carriage and went straight to Zuosheng Longmen.

Before he got out of the carriage, he heard the sound of joy coming from afar. He lifted the curtain, but saw the Taoist disciple Chu Houyuan running from a distance with a smile on his face.

"Your Excellency, we succeeded."

At this moment, his white robe was full of dust, and there were mud stains on his wide hands, and he didn't seem to care about these. The face that was tanned in the hot summer was full of joy that could not be buried.

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Muchun, who was driving, was still a little stunned, but on the carriage, Yang Yanzhao jumped down quickly and stepped forward quickly, "Brother Chu, are you serious?"

"Your excellency, you can move forward and have a look."

The latter raised his head and made an invitation. He took Yang Yanzhao and walked forward dozens of feet. There were fragrant grass in front of the three halls, and there were red flowers and green willows. A green grass was divided into two semicircles. Between the semicircles was a two-foot-wide pebbleway. In the middle of the road, there was a round pool. At present, next to the pool of small rockery, it was standing. There are many craftsmen, and their eyes are full of shock.

"Worw..."

The sound of the slight water was getting closer and closer. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help speeding up his pace and even surpassing the Taoist disciple who led the way. Finally, he crossed the crowd and saw that small drops of water were spitting out in the mouth of the vivid bronze fish turtle in the pool. He sprinkled a water curtain, scattered around and fell into the pool, which shocked several small fish everywhere. Dodge.

This familiar scene only made Yang Yanzhao feel that the memory of sealing the dust in his dream became in a trance. Once, beside the fountain of the grass, he touched the not clean but green water, and then lay on the grass and basked in the sun. When he woke up, he could go home.

There must be a table of fragrant food there.

By the fountain, more and more craftsmen came and clapped their hands. The faces of the three disciples in charge of this matter were full of simple smiles. Chu Houyuan turned his head in a sound of praise and looked at Yang Yanzhao with a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth. Somehow, he always felt that the smile was a little desolate.

It's just that the sadness that made people a little moved disappeared in an instant. Maybe it was that I misread it. This fountain is unprecedented. How could the adult be sad? Looking at the well-known Yang Yanzhao, Chu Houyuan couldn't help but accept the puzzle in his heart and continued to look at the proud work in front of him happily.

After the completion of the fountain, it has been busy for more than ten days, and the three halls are about the same. Although it is not as magnificent as the palace, with gold bricks and jade tiles and glazed surfaces, it is also surrounded by pavilions, carved railings and columns, and extremely elegant.

With his hands on his back, Yang Yanzhao paced on the lawn. He was busy for more than half a year and worked hard. Finally, he was about to finish. Finally, he was relieved, but it seemed that he almost did something.

He frowned. He understood that these three libraries will be the largest library of the Song Dynasty in the future, and there will be countless talents. They will have the opportunity to come here and work hard to study the way of the sages they yearn for.

If these people read books, they must forget to eat and sleep. Thinking of this, Yang Yanzhao finally knows what is missing here, a place where people can rest after fatigue.

It happens that there is a small open space on the west side of the site. I planned to build a pavilion, but now it is also suitable to build a small building as a place for scholars to stay overnight.

After making up his mind, Yang Yanzhao was worried again. Where did this money come from?

More than 500,000 taels of silver from the auction were all smashed in. There was a continuous flow of materials, and the craftsmen gave out a large number of rewards, which made more than 1,000 people full of energy and worked day and night, greatly improving the speed of the construction of the three halls.

Now, he has become a poor man again.

At this time, he had to do that. Although he had got Zhao Guangyi's consent for this idea, if it hadn't been at the end of the mountain, Yang Yanzhao really didn't want to use it.

At the auction, selling 'Shangshu' at a low price has won him a good reputation. Now, using the names of these three halls to exchange money, I'm afraid it will attract a burst of scolding.

This matter is a good arrangement.

Worried, Yang Yanzhao got into the carriage and returned to the yard. Ba Mei and Pai Feng were meditating, while Chai Qingyun, who had nothing to do, was learning medicine with Luo's daughter.

These days, she often comes to the yard, regardless of the gossip. What's more, the master in the palace does not speak, and only a few words are fearless.

Now, the two women are now like sisters. They often think about swordsmanship and medical books and herbs together. This harmonious relationship makes Yang Yanzhao very happy. Although they are not married, at least the backyard is worry-free and the family is happy.

Seeing him come back, Luo's daughter went out of the house to get tea. Chai Qingyun left the identified herbs in his hand and stepped forward with a smile, "Liulang, are you worried?"

"Ye-huh."

He nodded. Yang Yanzhao did not hide it. Having known each other for so long, he understood that in many things, Chai Qingyun's vision and judgment were not inferior to himself at all, so he said his worries and concerns together.

"Since the officials have agreed, it will be much easier." Chai Qingyun nodded, turned to the wooden chair, and pinched Yang Yanzhao's shoulder. "And there are some conceited people in the capital who don't want to be face. It is a great honor to leave ink on the three halls, not to mention countless names. The famous fisherman, Liulang, it is estimated that he will have to earn a lot of money.

As for what you are worried about, it is just something that can be easily solved. It seems that Liulang is in the game, so he is blinded by Yiye.

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao pressed his smooth and boneless little hand and said with a smile, "Please give me some advice."

I'm used to making fun of it, so this lady Chai Qingyun is also used to it. She doesn't blush, but she still stares at him. Then she said, "Everyone's mouth is gold, and the three people become tigers. In this matter, as long as they take the preemptive and release the reason, the reason will be released. At that time, the market will be known and preconceived, the sound of abuse. Naturally, there is no place to use it."

A trace of brightness flashed in his eyes, and joy surged into his heart. Only then did Yang Yanzhao remember that public opinion can be guided at any time. How can this matter be forgotten, and the sale of 'Jubao Pavilion' is all over the capital. Isn't it easy to give this kind of thing to those running guys? Easy to move?

He took the herbal tea handed over by Luo's daughter, drank it all, and then laughed, "If you have a wife like this, what does your husband ask for? It's really my Yang Jing's virtuous assistant."

Hearing this, the two women looked at each other and laughed happily.

The next day, Yang Yanzhao went to the palace. Although he had obtained permission before, if he really wanted to let go, he had to ask for instructions again. There were more etiquette, and there were fewer places to make people pick mistakes.

What's more, these three libraries are the Royal College. How can this title be less today? Otherwise, who dares to write?

In the palace, he walked more often, and Yang Yanzhao also became calm. After Zichen Hall made a request, Zhao Guangyi was also cheerful and not embarrassed. He directly attracted Wang Jien, spread out the rice paper, meditated for a moment, picked up the pen stained with ink, and waved it.

On the rice paper, the three big words 'Chongwen Hall' are vigorous and sharp.