Because of Jia Rong, Mr. Qian suddenly had a lot more books and examination papers from the Imperial College in his hands.
For scholars, this is the most precious thing.
With consent, he cherished it and shared it with teachers and classmates in school.
The main reason I can read is because of my husband.
His family was poor, and he had no chance after his elder brother Qian Daniu went to school at the age of ten.
This is the case in most villages. In order to prevent children from becoming blind and unable to write even their own names, one is sent to be tried and then brought back to teach his younger brothers and sisters.
If you are talented and smart, and work for a few more years, even if you work as a worker in the city, it is better than farming at home.
Following his brother, he quickly learned how to write Qian Erniu, but his brother found it increasingly difficult to learn, so he could not wait any longer and often ran to the school to listen to the teacher's lectures outside the window.
There are several other children like him.
However, no one could last as long as he did.
Finally one day, the teacher seemed to ask them to recite a text unintentionally. He recited it word for word fluently. The teacher then randomly checked a few texts he had taught before. The teacher followed him home that day and was willing to accept him at a half-price reduction.
After much difficulty, his parents agreed, and the teacher gave him a new academic name "Ruochuan". He sat in the classroom with peace of mind. However, the next year, his grandfather became seriously ill, and his family could not even afford half of his tuition.
At this time, his brother had already returned home. He was retained by the teacher, and after owing half a year's tuition, he felt really embarrassed and didn't want to continue studying. However, the teacher took on the job of copying books for him.
It was not until this time that Qian Ruchuan understood why the teacher had focused on his calligraphy for the past six months.
Studying was difficult and writing was hard to come by, so he tried his best to make each word the same as what was written in the book. After half a year of special training, his handwriting was recognized by the owner of the bookstore.
Everyone says he relies on himself, but Qian Ruchuan knows that without his husband, he is really nothing.
Over the years, the price of his tuition has never increased.
After much difficulty, he passed the examination and became a scholar, so the teacher could accept more students. If he left immediately, how pitiful would the teacher be? So even though Qian Ruchuan knew how good it would be for his future to enter the Jia family's clan school, he still wanted to help the teacher stabilize the new batch of students in the school first.
But I didn’t expect that the Jia family could be so generous as to give so many books, even the examination papers of the Imperial College.
Qian Ruchuan cherished all of this very much and organized and transcribed it with his husband.
"You must read more about these historical topics."
Mr. Huang, who is in his fifties and has gray hair and beard, looked at a historical essay question that was similar to the one he took in the imperial examination. He felt sad and said, "Learn more and think more."
But don't be like him, being completely at a loss when faced with this type of question.
"Yes! Disciple understands."
Qian Ruchuan nodded.
He was actually quite lucky because the owner of the bookstore agreed to let him read as much as he wanted in it.
It was just that everyone preferred to buy printed copies of some history books and famous scholars' annotations, so he didn't get similar work. Otherwise, he would have been willing to copy that kind of book even if he could earn less money.
"As for the Jia family... you should go there sooner!"
Mr. Huang glanced at his disciple, feeling both relieved and a little sad.
He has taught the child everything he can, and the rest... depends on him.
"next year!"
Qian Ruchuan insisted, "I have already told that brother Rong."
"You~"
Mr. Huang felt even more sad.
How could he not know the students’ good intentions? When the good news came, he recommended two good schools to him.
In the past few years, he has been asking him to save money, thinking that once he passes the exam, he can go to a better school and see a wider world.
But the child insisted on staying with him until next year.
He even ignored his parents' cries and pleas.
"Don't worry, sir," Qian Ruochuan comforted him, "Since Brother Rong is willing to send so many books, it means he recognizes that I will stay until next year."
This year, the Jia family had three Jinshi and two Xiucai pass the imperial examinations.
He also has a very good reputation in the capital.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that once you get in, they will take care of your pens, ink, paper, inkstone, and even your food and drink.
When he first heard it, how could he not be moved?
But here, sir, is something he can't let go of.
Undoubtedly, his future will be bright if he goes to study at the Jia family school.
There are more books there, teachers with experience in taking the imperial examination, and examination papers from the Imperial Academy...
Qian Ruchuan was struggling at the time, but he still tried hard to tell Brother Rong that he wanted to go to Jia's school to study again next year.
Fortunately, although he didn't understand, he respected it at the time.
Qian Ruchuan was very grateful, but at that time he didn't know that Jia Rong was punished to stay in the ancestral hall for one night because of complaining to his grandmother.
A few days later, Jia Rong came again.
But this time, he brought a whole cart of books.
The Three Character Classic, Thousand Character Classic, etc. in it were all memorized by everyone when they were practicing calligraphy.
They checked each other and made sure there was no problem before he sent it over.
"When my grandmother heard about Brother Qian's story, she felt deeply that it was difficult for children from poor families to go to school."
After a few pleasantries, Rong Ge'er got straight to the point, "I specially asked you to send some books, pens, inkstones, and brushes that everyone needs."
At this point, he paused, "Besides that, I have another piece of good news to tell you, sir. The Empress heard about the difficulties faced by poor students and changed the former Prince Jin's Mansion into the Dazhao Library. Now, 8,000 books covering various fields have been moved from the Hanlin Academy, the Imperial College, and even the royal collection.
As long as you are a citizen of Dazhao, you only need to pay thirty cents a month and you can copy freely. ”
The last time he sent books, Qian Ruchuan mentioned his husband's shortcomings in historical theory. He went back and told his grandmother about it. My grandmother sighed and said that my great-grandfather was not very good in this area either. She didn't know how she talked to the empress, and thus a library was set up.
"It doesn't cost a monthly subscription, but you only need three cents to go in and study for a whole day."
Jia Rong said, "When the master comes to Beijing, you can go there and take a look."
"Okay, okay, thank you very much, little brother."
Mr. Huang didn't expect that there would be such a good thing. "I still don't know which family of the Ning or Rong mansion the little brother is from?"
"No, no, I was born in Ningguo Mansion."
Ningguo Mansion? Mr. Huang's heart trembled, "Then Mrs. Shen of Ningguo Mansion is..."
"It's my grandmother!"
I see!
No wonder.
Madam Shen forced the Jin princes to enter Dazhao without bloodshed, and then used the ten strokes of the cane that she had used to beat her own son to seize a large piece of land from the Rakshasa Kingdom.
Who in the world doesn't know about this now? Mr. Huang was so excited that he forgot for a moment how important the Jokhang Library was to him.
At this time, people outside didn't know that Shen Ning was also collecting books from her home to donate there.
She had wanted to build a library for a long time.
However, the Jia family already had some influence in the military, and building a library would force the emperor to be wary of the Jia family.
Especially the Jia family has a "Baoyu".
To prevent any accidents, she simply encouraged the queen.
The emperor may look good now, but there are many emperors in history who were wise and powerful when they were young, but became unruly when they were old.
So, it would be best if the queen also had her influence.
In this way, if the emperor becomes confused, the empress can calm him down.
The queen didn't think so much about it at the moment.
Her family was not of high status, and her whole family shared the yearning and regret for good books.
It sounded like a good idea as soon as I heard it.
The house deeds and land deeds of Prince Jin's Mansion are in her hands.
She doesn't have many books, but she can ask the emperor for them!
When the emperor heard that it was Madam Shen who suggested it, he asked someone to check the difficulties that poor students had in solving historical essay questions, and after sighing, he directly agreed.
So the Zhao Library, supported by the emperor and empress, was built quietly.
“…accepting donations?”
The queen was amused, “It’s mainly because Sister Shen wants to stuff books there, right?”
What books doesn’t the royal family have?
"Madam, don't you remember the book about boiling salt?"
The queen was stunned! She had heard Shen Ning and the emperor say it.
This year, several major salt factories headed by Lin Ruhai all had a bumper harvest.
Nowadays, the price of salt in Dazhao is not only one cent less per catty, but at least one cent less per two catties.
Oil and salt are important matters to the people.
If we save a penny here, the elderly and children at home can eat one more egg.
“My bad!”
The queen corrected her mistake and said, "There are many strange people and extraordinary people among the people. I just don't know if we can only accept books when accepting donations from the people?"
"Of course not!"
Shen Ning smiled, “We need to have someone check it!”
Since the Han Dynasty, when Confucianism became the only official ideology, all other schools of thought have declined.
But Shen Ning checked and found that Qinzhi Road has always been an important military route.
When we were fighting the Mongolian tribes last year, the Qinzhi Road transported a large amount of food and military equipment to the front line.
"For example, the lost books of various schools of thought."
this? The Queen's eyes widened. "You mean..."
"I hope they all have books to pass down."
Chen Ning sighed, "For example, the Qin Straight Road. Throughout the ages, countless roads have been built by various dynasties, but which of those roads can be like the Qin Straight Road, which has been around for thousands of years and is still a good road?"
“…”
The queen fell into deep thought.
"The Strategies of the Warring States: The Strategies of Han" records that the range of the Qin crossbow was six hundred steps.
Moreover, the parts of the Qin crossbow are similar to Sister Shen’s revolver and can be replaced at any time.
Hiss~ It turns out that she is narrow-minded.
"Sister is right. Some books are passed down from generation to generation, but gradually become obsolete. They have no idea how precious the books in their home are."
Pad the corners of the table, plug the rat holes, and act as a fire starter...
The queen took a deep breath and said, "I will have a good talk with the emperor about this matter."
"OK!"
Chen Ning smiled, "When the library accepts donations from the public, our Jia family will be the first to donate. At that time, let the library issue us a reward document, and I will offer it to the ancestral hall."
"Pfft, of course!"
The queen smiled and said, "When the time comes, I will get you a golden page."
First of all, you have to be different.
The Queen thought for a moment and said, "If you come across a rare book that is not even available in the royal family, sister, can our library give you some rewards?"
"That's even better."
Chen Ning smiled, "We can also classify these books into A, B, C, and D. The ordinary ones are classified into D. After paying a certain amount of rent, you can take them home and read them by yourself."
Um? "Then let's classify this D category as ordinary scientific research books!"
This type of books is the most printed and the most copied.
But even so, buying books is still a huge expense for ordinary farmers.
If it can be rented out and people can copy it freely, it can save some people a lot of money.
The two looked at each other, understood each other's meaning, and couldn't help but smile.
"Once the library in the capital is ready, Your Majesty can send people to the various prefectures to run it."
Shen Ning said: “If we sell some books in addition to renting them, I think we won’t lose money.”
"Hmm~"
The Queen had the same idea.
Many educated people are wealthy.
When I see a good book, I want to take it home and appreciate it slowly. I can buy it anywhere anyway, so why can't I buy it in her bookstore?
"Don't worry, sister. Even if I lose money at the beginning, I won't give up. I will just let the emperor make it up to me."
She never mentioned "this palace" in front of Shen Ning.
Although I didn't want to show off my affection, I still showed it to her unintentionally.
The emperor didn't know that his queen was plotting against him for his money again.
Now, he is also an emperor with a private treasury.
However, up to now, no one can take away his money except the queen.
When Shen Ning returned home, she brought a lot of snacks.
Just as Qingzhu was allowed to go around as usual, a little maid came to report that a woman named Feng from Jiangnan had come to the capital to look for her daughter.
Oops, I almost forgot.
After Yinglian changed her name to Xianglian, because she was enlightened late, although her parents cleaned up a room for her, the girl stayed with Mr. Zhan.
"Go, invite Miss Xianglian over."
Feng was found by Shen Ning.
The old man of the Feng family is not a good man. He even covets his daughter and son-in-law's things.
Instead of letting Feng take Xianglian back and marry her off to someone else, it would be better for her to stay here and find a good family for her.
"yes!"
Xiaodong went there in a hurry.
After a while, the dusty Feng saw Shen Ning in the flower hall.
When the two sides met, she bowed and when she was about to ask about her daughter, Xianglian had already arrived.
Although she now has the appearance of a young girl and is very different from when she was a child, the rice-sized rouge mark on her forehead remains the same.
"My son..."
Feng's tears fell, "My son, I finally found you."
She rushed over, hugged Xianglian and cried until her whole body was shaking.
Over the years, she has never given up looking for her daughter.
The family used all the money to ask her father and brothers to help find out the whereabouts of their daughter.
Although she knew that they had hidden a lot of people, her master was missing and her daughter was her only hope, so she could only accept it with a pinch of her nose.
I just hope they still have some conscience and can help find out.
"My son~, ah~, my son~~~~"
Xianglian felt heartbroken when she heard her crying.
She didn't remember what her mother looked like, but as the woman cried, she slowly felt a sense of familiarity.
Tears immediately fell, "Are you really my mother?"
"I am your mother, your mother, woo woo~, Master, I found our child."
Feng cried so hard that her whole body became limp, and she even pulled Xianglian to the ground with her.
When Chen Ning saw Xianglian also hugging her mother and crying, she sighed softly, and quietly left with the maids and servants, leaving all the space to the mother and daughter.
She has a daughter, and she can’t imagine what she would be like if Xiao Yue’er was lost.
"Have someone prepare some water and food. Wait for Madam Feng to cry for a while, then go in and try to comfort her."
You've vented enough, crying any further would hurt your body. (End of this chapter)
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