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Seventy-five: Scribe

In the early morning, Li Buzhuo rinsed his mouth with green salt, put on the boy's clothes, silk stockings, and put his feet into the swan-head boots.

He was wearing a dark black bottom and a dark red edge. He stroked his fingers through the sauce-colored leather belt, clasped the animal's head and copper buckle, and straightened his clothes and hat in front of the mirror.

Walking downstairs of the inn, He Qian had prepared a carriage and waited.

After a moment, the carriage drove onto the long street.

Qingliang Street in Hedong County is crowded with people, and there are a series of teahouses and wine shops along the street, and street vendors open big umbrellas and shout.

Li Buzhuo got off the car at the Lingguan Yamen and submitted a letter of worship. After a while, the county soldier Li Buzhuo led to the Yamen Mansion.

Cao Yan, the spiritual official of Hedong County, had white hair and hair, and the characters between his eyebrows were as deep as a ravine. He was obviously thinking too much. At this time, he was reviewing the case file. When he saw Li Buzhuo, his eyebrows were raised and he said, "You are too incompetent in the position of a clerk. Now the county is not peaceful, and I am lacking in help. Do you want to be a hero in this county and help me manage the government affairs of a county?"

Previously, Li Buzhuo sent letters and gifts, and told Cao Yan about his intention to become a clerk. The clerk was a free position, and only two were often appointed in each county, but the number of places was not restricted. Cao Yan naturally agreed happily, but he did not expect that when Li Buzhuo came, he would be a strong man.

He didn't have time to study, so how could he get the time to manage government affairs with him? Li Buzhuo complained in his heart that the so-called government affairs were actually mostly complaining about some bad things about neighbors and relatives, modestly refusing: "I'm afraid I'm not capable enough to take on this important task."

Cao Yan's eyebrows trembled, and he also saw Li Buzhuo's meaning. He shook his head and laughed: "You are smart, okay, you have to prepare for the trial of the mansion, and I can't delay your future." As he said that, he brought a piece of paper, wrote a letter, and said to Li Buzhuo: "Take it to the bookstore, from tomorrow, the first day of the day, remember not to be late."

Li Buzhuo thanked him, took the souvenir and left the Lingguan Office.

The bookstore is opposite the Lingguan Office, and the open area is the store facing the street. Behind the store is a yard, and to the north of the yard is the large library of books.

Zhang Yuanzhen, the current clerk, was over 50 years old. He was quite polite to Li Buzhuo. He introduced Li Buzhuo into the warehouse and introduced him to the storage method of the bibliography.

Li Buzhuo has a good memory, but this large library of books is three stories high, with hundreds of bookshelfs, and the volumes of the books were dazzling. During this process, he only recorded what he needed.

Today is not considered formally enrolled, and Li Buzhuo was only led by Zhang Yuanzhen to be familiar with the situation.

The clerk said it was a free job, but it was indeed leisurely. The bookstore had a subsidiary management of the store where the bookstore purchased from outside, and had special subordinates for inventory sorting. In the past, Zhang Yuanzhen only had to check the inventory occasionally, and did not have a big basket, so he paid extra attention to fire prevention.

The same is true for Li Buzhuo's subsequent work. At the beginning, Zhang Yuanzhen spoke earnestly and tactfully, but it was probably: I was old and weak, and this idle position was a good job for retirement, but you are the leader of the new subject, so it would be better if you don't go to the palace to study, how could you live in this stagnant pool?

After a few words of persuasion, Zhang Yuanzhen didn't say anything more when he saw that Li Buzhuo seemed to have not listened to it.

Li Buzhuo walked around the library and found the library. To the east of the yard is the official house, and to the west is the quiet room for reading and tea. The quiet room is built with blue brick walls that are extremely thick, and the traffic outside cannot be heard at all.

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When he returned to the inn, Li Buzhuo called everyone into the room.

"In the future, I will live in the bookstore's official house. He Qian will stay with me. Ying Shiyi will bring three jin back to the winery to live."

Li Buzhuo said slowly with his arm on the handrail.

"Don't go back?" Sanjin asked reluctantly.

"I will come back every month during the monthly holiday. I happened to buy someone to send it back when you learn the materials and tools of the government. "

Li Buzhuo then looked at the young man in black wearing a sword beside him and asked Ying Shiyi to bring back three kilograms to the winery.

Regarding Ying Shiyi, Li Buzhuo gave a monthly monthly fee of gold coins. This monthly fee is actually extremely high, because Ying Shiyi was given to Guo Pu's life and death brothers.

While it was still early, Sanjin and Ying Shiyi set off for the winery. Ying Shiyi left. Li Buzhuo agreed with He Qian to monthly money, but He Qian smiled and said, "Sir, I'm afraid I've forgotten what I did before."

Li Buzhuo was stunned at this time. He killed and set fire to the golden belt. This golden belt was probably wrapped up in countless pieces. He was afraid that he was much richer than himself. He was not a fortune by following him.

After packing up his luggage, Li Buzhuo moved into the official house that night.

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"After the chickens crow, the morning is full..."

The next morning, Li Buzhuo put on his Qi Refining Suit's clothes and went to Lingguanya opposite the bookstore to sing Mao. When he returned to the bookstore, he saw Zhang Yuanzhen holding a book of unknown books, sitting in the tea room, and always reading them casually.

Li Buzhuo was very knowledgeable and saw that there was a tea set in the tea room. He called his subordinates from the bookstore and made a pot of tea.

He dragged a chair and sat directly against the wall of the library library. He narrowed his eyes and held the purple clay pot in his hand, closing his eyes to rest.

Zhang Yuanzhen smiled bitterly when he saw this scene, thinking that this guy was more skilled than himself.

Li Buzhuo squinted and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I stood up from the chair.

Around the scene, a huge bookshelves several feet high covered my eyes, and a gray fog filled the volumes.

The tea in his hand was already cold, and Li Buzhuo's expression moved and put aside the purple clay pot.

The purple clay pot is left with its hands and falls lightly to the distance, without any weight.

"It seems like I'm in a dream."

Li Buzhuo suddenly thought, his consciousness was a little blurred.

Whenever you fall into a dream, the world in the dream is different from the world. The oil lamp is burned with water, or the ink in the inkstone is used more and more. There are always signs like this, demonstrating the difference in the reality of the dream.

"Hiss..." Li Buzhuo rubbed his temples and looked around in a daze, his eyes gradually becoming clear.

It took me a long time to take a deep breath. It was the dream world, and I walked towards the rows of bookshelves around me.

According to the locations recorded during the day, Li Buzhuo found the third row to the east, with the bookshelf of "A 46" hanging.

In the pile of books on the three floors of the bookshelf, there are martial arts such as "Dragon and Snake Gun" and "The Legend of the Heart of the Lice".

I went to another bookshelves and found the "Good Star Science Dicta", which is a mixed science of astrology.

As he read it casually, Li Buzhuo's eyes moved and saw a martial arts book covered in dust. He picked it up and dusted it.

call!

With a gentle blow, the three words "Drizzle Sword" are written on the cover of the book.

When you open the page, the first sentence reads: "The sword is like drizzle, and when the enemy discovers it, blood is soaked in her clothes."

Then I turned down and suddenly realized in my heart.
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