He Neng knelt down with a thud and cried, "Young Master, please spare my life... The little one has mastered a clever mouth, not that mouth, but this mouth."

As he said that, he took out a half-old suona from behind, and blew it up, his eyebrows were flying and his voice was full of sounds and colors.

This song sounds a bit like...

Zhu Bajie gets married.

How could he wander outside? He was starving to death? Fortunately, there was no way out, so he picked up a suona.

He is also a talented person, and he became a self-proclaimed person.

If a poor family can't afford to invite joy, they will come to him to brag and can make a living.

How could I say aggrievedly: "The master is honest and honest, how could he write these books? Is that the God embroidered... Is he beautiful? "

If you listen to many songs, you can learn tone and say a few cultural words.

Yan Chengjin felt a pity in his heart, this was the way he thought about it for a long time before he came up with it.

A side job tailored for my dad.

When starting from scratch, writing books can be said to be the least risky. Even if you lose money, it is just my father's physical strength and mental strength.

It’s like brain power, you’ll have it after a night’s sleep.

A deal that doesn’t lose money in vain.

"What a pity!"

This is what I wrote about Menglou that I worked hard to stay up late. Yan Chengjin felt that he could not let others take advantage of it.

"Go and find a brazier."

After finding a brazier, he saw that the young master wanted to burn the manuscript papers, and rushed over and cried and said, "Young master... can't burn it, it's better for you to waste it for the young man..."

…………

Forbidden City, Hanyuan.

At this time, Yan Kesong was about to organize the historical materials of the previous dynasty with his pen. Luo Yan, who was also an editor, sighed: "These are the efforts of the Hanlin people in the previous dynasty. Even if it is new paper, it will not be stored for a few years. The books on the division of astronomical fields of the Ming and Qing Dynasties have been copied several times."

"Then I have to copy it, thanks to copying it. I have to get this editorial job. I have to eat it. Brother Jingming, please copy it quickly, don't be sad anymore." Yan Kesong sighed a few times, but he couldn't lift himself up.

The pile of classics in front of me were bitten into pieces by bookworms, and were left behind by the Hanlin Academy of the previous dynasty.

Transcribing and organizing is an extremely boring thing. If the classics are damp and damaged, they must be copied again onto new paper.

Since the beginning of the circulating classics, there have been no less than a thousand clerks copied.

After two more dynasties, later generations would copy the classics he copied today on new paper, and later generations would also be the same as their predecessors.

What I did was actually useless work.

Yan Kesong was distracted, and the manuscript he had just read was like a maggot that had been attached to his bones.

That book seemed to have a poisonous effect on people like him who had not been involved in "meat and fish" for a long time.

Yan Kesong's thoughts had already traveled outside the sky, and in his mind was a world that appeared vividly.

In contrast, this book is boring and boring.

It doesn’t matter whether you become famous or not, you mainly want 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 remember that there is still some urgent matter at home. I need to take half a day off. I will have to pay you a book on the division of astronomical fields of Ming and Qing dynasties. Tomorrow, I will repay Brother Luo's share!"

"You're welcome, come back if you have something to do." Luo Yan and him were both Jinshi in the same year of Chenghua 23rd year. They had a good relationship, so they were naturally willing to help.

...

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

Yan Chengjin sat in front of the desk and couldn't write for a long time. He was thinking about which book to change.

The house manager hurried in and said, "Young Master, Master, let you go there."

"Is my dad worth it?"

"The master has come back from leave and is in the main hall." The house manager remembered something again and said worriedly: "The master was in a hurry when he came back. I'm afraid that it was because the manuscript he showed to the master this morning. You should be careful when you speak."

Yan Cheng and Jin were worried. His father worked diligently as an official and he didn't necessarily take leave several times a year.

Come back for a special trip?

Yan Chengjin came to the hall and saw his father sitting in front of the hall with a teacup, with no clues on his face.

"Cheng Jin, I have been thinking about my father and I should be at ease with the way of learning. I should take all your manuscripts and take a look for them again for my father, so that I can give you some advice." Yan Kesong said.

Those who study the study will die in the morning and hear the truth.

As long as you can leave a masterpiece for later generations, even if this body of reputation is dispersed, what if it is!

Yan Kesong didn't care about embarrassment at this moment. The more he thought about it, the more he was about to come out. He wanted to fight at night and hold his pen and keep his heart open.

“…………………” Yan Chengjin.

Is it really fragrant?

However, let alone the little bit of private goods I have brought, Menglou is really a good book, a wonderful book that has been worthy of.

Want to reject its temptation unless...

Have seen better.

It's not impossible to smell 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 cried and put out the brazier just now, so he didn't burn it. Yan Chengjin secretly remembered him a merit.

"It's fine if dad figured it out."

Yan Kesong came to him in a row and tiger-like manner, took the manuscript paper tremblingly, counting carefully as if he had obtained a treasure, showing a relieved smile.

"Dad has a lot of insights today, just like the Yellow River and the sky are surging endlessly. Dad wants to write them all out. When Dad becomes a great writer, you will be the son of the great writer!"

"???" Yan Chengjin was a little dazed.

Yan Kesong has compiled classics for more than ten years.

He wrote three thousand pens and ink and compiled countless books.

But none of them signed their own name, they were all fucking wedding dresses for others, and he was also a person with a strong heart.

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

Yan Kesong took the manuscript and walked a few steps, but immediately turned around and felt his hot gaze. Yan Chengjin said, "Dad, there is really nothing..."

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

It is said that when people drink wolfberry in middle age, they can live for half a year with a cup of wolfberry.

Yan Chengjin asked his servant to soak wolfberry for his father.

He drinks it often himself.

The study room was filled with laughter, and then it was as quiet as an ancient well.

Until late at night, the study room was still brightly lit.

During dinner, Yan Kesong was not there, and Yan Chengjin secretly asked someone to add a chicken. No matter how hard he was, he would not have to suffer, and no matter how poor he was, he would not have to have to have food.

Only when you are full can you have the energy to survive.

After returning to the room after dinner, Yan Chengjin asked How could I hold the light and wave the fan to see all the information about this era that I could buy.

No matter how detailed the historical books are written, it is not as clear as when they were in the Ming Dynasty. Yan Chengjin has searched almost all the information that can be found.

Combining the memory of Ming history, this way can everything be perfect.

It's exactly the same as he remembers.

On May 25, the 11th year of Hongzhi, news came that heavy rains fell in Hejian Prefecture and the people in the prefecture were exempted from taxes for one year.

Yan Chengjin knew that his calculation time was not bad.

These days, Yan Kesong kept his head in the study and kept not leaving.

He is only in his early forties, and even though he uses a brush to write, it is a hard work.

But he is in his prime and has wolfberry protection, so he thinks nothing is wrong.

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?"

How could I follow Yan Chengjin: "Young Master, the master is still in the study. I haven't come out last night. This morning, the young man went to greet him."

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

How could I say: "Where is here, the housing manager is here too."

Why is there no movement inside? Could it be that I fell asleep?

Yan Chengjin pushed open the door skeptically, and a ball of waste paper was thrown on the ground.
To be continued...