Lin Yanchao studied hard in the bookstore. With his memory of "Shangshu Ancient Literature Commentary", he was writing articles here and reading books here. He wrote very slowly, and only wrote more than a hundred words a day.￥f,

I wrote it with inspiration, and a few words are enough. If the following is insufficient, I have to go to other ancient books to verify it. I read the rare ancient books, hand-written books, and those that are not selected for details. Lin Yanchao calculated it. According to his progress, it would take at least more than a year to complete the ancient Chinese version of the Shangshu.

However, Lin Yanchao was not in a hurry at all. By writing books, he also improved his knowledge. He was writing annotations for the Shangshu, and it was not a matter that had nothing to do with his studies.

Lin Yanchao took root in the bookstore, and he could not breathe all day long, sitting upright on the purple golden lotus.

There was no delay in the publication of "Xiancao Collection". After Lin Yanchao finished reading the final draft, he gave the final book to Shan Chang and Shan Lang.

Because Lin Yanchao practiced the exegetic and pronunciation, he had a high starting point and wrote annotations for the Shangshu. However, "Xiancao Ji" was just a hand-written book, but he also wrote this side note very well.

After reading it, Lin Yin thought to herself that this ability to quote widely is really amazing, so she asked a few people who published the book, what happened to Lin Yanchao?

These book publishers were stationed in the bookstore every day by Lin Yanchao. Under the supervision of the work, they were tortured. They immediately arranged some of Lin Yanchao's words, such as laughing every night, not leaving the building, and when they were delivering food, they saw him holding the book and ate it, and were extremely focused, as if they had been possessed by evil spirits.

Lin Yin was shocked when she heard this and thought to herself that she was not stupid enough to read.

At that moment, Lin Yin and Lin Liao went to the bookstore to see Lin Yanchao.

The two of them arrived in the bookstore, but they saw Lin Yanchao sitting cross-legged on the ground, reading without putting their hands on the book, as if they were not caring about everything. When Lin Yin and Lin Liao walked to the house, Lin Yanchao realized that he saluted Lin Yin and Lin Liao.

Lin Yin sighed: "Confucius was studying in March and did not know the taste of meat. The proofreading of the tide was proofreading. This idle collection of grass really took too much effort."

Lin Yanchao was secretly ashamed. Can he say that he came to the library because he was more accumulating knowledge for the Shangshu?

Lin Yanchao said: "Because the book cannot be released from the building, the disciples are afraid of delaying the mountain leader's affairs, so they live in the building, and there is no need to worry too much."

Lin Yin even lamented that Lin Yanchao was serious and responsible in his work. He said now: "There has been finished reading books. From now on, if you want to read books, you can collect the ancient and rare books in the library at any time. Except for not being able to take them out of the building, you can read them in the library."

Lin Yanchao heard this and bowed, "Thank you, Lord Shan."

Lin Liao said: "You have made the purpose of identifying Xiancaoji, what is this? The mountain chief is ready to attach the name to the examination and examination."

Lin Yanchao was immediately overjoyed. There were two articles in Xiancao Collection. If his name was signed in the escort, the name would be even louder. Of course, it must be the premise that this Xiancao Collection could be sold well.

Lin Yin smiled and said, "Since the original work is already done, this book can be printed in the bookstore. You can follow me."

Lin Yanchao immediately claimed that he was.

At that moment, Lin Yanchao and Lin Yin hired a ship and entered the city.

The water networks are crisscrossing in Fujian. Just like the people in the water towns of Suzhou and Hangzhou, they usually travel more on boats than on dry roads.

The master and the disciple sat on a black boat. The hot June sunshine made the water vapor steam on the river surface, but when they saw the vast mountains and rivers, they saw ships gathering on the other side of the water bay. This is the most prosperous Shangxiahang Ferry on the Fujian Waters. It is located several miles south of the city.

There is a mountain on the ferry, and there is a temple on the mountain. It is a distant mountain and overlooks the river.

Soon after, I crossed the river and arrived at the ferry.

The Linjiang commercial port on the ferry is called Tanwei Street, right by the river at the foot of the mountain. The street is about one meter wide and more than one mile long. It is covered with bluestone and has more people walking around and is as bright as glaze. The streets are lined with alleys, with houses being scattered, and fish and salt forming a market.

Lin Yin was old and couldn't walk, so he hired two people to carry a small bamboo sedan chair.

Lin Yanchao was following the sedan chair. After the sedan chair passed Tanwei Street, he passed through an alley selling oil and went up the mountain.

There is a small road up the mountain, a stone pavement, and there are houses on both sides. Because the Fujian water often floods, the mountain next to the higher terrain has become the residence of wealthy merchants.

You can see everywhere on the road, carrying boxes and craftsmen, shouting slang "Put the rattan bed frame, repair bamboo mat, repair tripod".

When I walked to the top of the mountain, I saw three small wells beside the banyan tree stone chairs, and many water carry workers gathered beside the well. The red wall temple was not far from the top of the mountain, and it was just now that I saw a large temple by the river.

Lin Yanchao followed Lin Yin's bamboo sedan chair and went down the mountain. It was another place with prosperous trade. Wood shops, tea shops, and brothels were all over the streets. Many merchants wearing brocade robes entered and left the guild halls in Jianning and Yanping.

But there was a huge book market next to Yanping Guild Hall, with four big words "Jianyang Bookstore".

Jianyang is a county under Yanping Prefecture.

Zhu Xi was from Jianyang, Yanping Prefecture, so the academic that Zhu Xi founded was also called Fujian. In addition to the hometown of Neo-Confucianism, Jianyang is the most famous one.

At that time, the books were printed, and there were official engravings, booksellers' archway engravings, private home engravings, and temple etiquettes. Lin Yin wanted to print a collection of cursive books for the academy, so he could not find official engravings. The etiquettes and others were not formal in the private engravings, so finding booksellers' archway engravings was the only way.

At that time, the most famous books and books in the Ming Dynasty were engraved by Zhejiang, Shu and Fujian.

The Fujian engravings are actually Jianyang Fang engravings. As for Fuzhou Prefecture, it is famous for its scripture engravings, but Fang engravings cannot compete with Jianyang.

So it is correct to engrave books and find Jianyang.

"Teacher!"

A shopkeeper in his forties walked out. Although he had a businessman's charity on his face, he seemed to have been close to the sages for a long time and also brought elegance, with a bit of a sense of both a Confucian and a businessman.

Manager Qin bowed to Lin Yin and was very etiquette.

Lin Yin also bowed and said, "Shopkeeper Qin laughed. I've been so troubled by you these days."

"How dare you, how dare you? You are our old customer. We must bother you to take care of you, by the way, who is this?"

Lin Yin said: "This is my disciple."

Seeing that Lin Yanchao was very young, the shopkeeper Qin was a little distracted and said to Lin Yin: "Okay, the mountain leader came to revise the matter for the leisure and grass collection. You are in the private room. As for you, brother, just wait outside for you to see?"

Lin Yanchao said: "Yes, the shopkeeper!"

Lin Yin said, "No, this collection of idle cursive books was determined by him. You might as well talk to him. I'll just listen to it."

Manager Qin was surprised when he heard this. Isn’t it a bit irresponsible to ask this teenager to come to search for books?

Manager Qin asked immediately: "I wonder if this little brother's surname is Gao?"

Lin Yanchao bowed and said, "I dare not, I have met the shopkeeper Qin in Lin Yanchao in Xiahongtang."
Chapter completed!