(Today's second chapter, well, so far, there are only two collections of this book, one of which is mine - OK, but I believe that the prospect must be good.)

Although there were no big names even when my father met and met each other during his lifetime, these people were not as high as that level. They were basically middle-level or lower-level officials, but these people were actually executors and supervisors of the policy. It would be easier for them to give you one person or let one person finish playing.

This layer must be used well.

He thought intently, with a look in his eyes. Cheng Yu, who was sewing clothes, occasionally looked up at him, and there was a smile on his eyes. He only felt that his brother was thinking seriously, so he looked really good.

After thinking for a while, Lian Zining had some thoughts in his mind.

"However, before that, I still have to make money! If I don't have money, the methods I think will not be able to move forward."

How to make money? After the influence of countless time-travel novels in Qidian, countless ideas immediately emerged from Lian Zining's mind.

Learn about those old seniors who traveled through time, copy poems, step on Li Du, punch Liu Qin, and become a master of articles throughout the ages?

Stop making a fuss, this is the Ming Dynasty, not the Song Dynasty, which is blooming with flowers, nor the vast Tang Dynasty with everlasting poetry, but an imperial examination dynasty that establishes its foundation with the articles of sages. After thousands of years of cultural creation, the thinking and brains of these classical Chinese literati have almost been developed to the limit, and it can be said that they can never make good poems anymore. Why do you say Tang poetry, Song poetry, Yuan Quming novels? It is not that the literati of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties did not want to write poetry, but there are those gigantic people who have been shining forever before. They really have no confidence. No matter how good you write poetry, can you be better than Li Du? No matter how good you write lyrics, can you be better than Liu Sanbian? When Kobe scored 81 points, he must still have confidence in surpassing Chamberlain, but what if Chamberlain cut 1,000 points? Then he will only be depressed.

Of course, there may not be no good poems after this era - for example, the most brilliant literary star in the Qing Dynasty, "Every family is competing to sing drinking lyrics, who knows what Nalan is thinking?" His poems are excellent. If you can copy one or two poems, you may not be able to sell them. No, you will definitely become a big hit!

But what about after becoming famous?

It must be endless poetry meetings, invitations, and challenges, and these are something that Lian Zining cannot handle.

As a student of the archaeology department with a profound Chinese academic cultivation, Lian Zining still has a deep understanding of the cultural cultivation of ancient Chinese literati. Take the so-called masters of Chinese studies and erudite scholars from later generations for example. If these people came to this era, they would probably not even be able to pass the exam for a scholar. It is not that their knowledge is too poor, but that the people of this era are too terrifying. For those masters of Chinese studies in later generations, they are studying their life for the literati of this era. But the problem is that Chinese studies are life for the literati of this era. Even if you study thoroughly, you cannot feel more profound than those who live in it, right?

In later generations, reciting poems, paintings, tea and couplets were elegant, but in this era, they were always done in life, just like eating, drinking, drinking, and breathing. It was so natural.

For them, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, articles and poems are the most common things, and with Lian Zining's current sluggish head, they must not be able to deal with these.

So, at that time, the literati of the Ming Dynasty will be shocked to find that this "big literary master" who can write such a great poem as "if life is just like the first meeting, why is the west wind sadly painting a fan" and "poetry immortal" is actually a fool who can't even match the simplest couple, a fake product...

What these people will do? Lian Zining is chilling when he thinks about it. If he is alone, he can't take risks, but the problem is that there is such a cute little girl behind him. After inheriting everything about Lian Zining, he naturally has to shoulder that heavy responsibility! For this little girl who has only been a day when we meet, Lian Zining has an indescribable love in his heart. He always feels that he should make her happy and healthy.

Making steel, making glass, making cement, invent gunpowder?…

Even if you don’t even think about these, Lian Zining is a serious liberal arts student, and he still doesn’t know how to do this kind of thing.

I thought about it and didn't come up with a reason. Many ideas were killed just after I was born.

Lian Zining sighed to the sky, his face full of vigor. He is really a useless person! Looking at those seniors who traveled through time, those who took the technological route either became warlords or became rich people; those who took the imperial examination route had a lot of flowers and literary thoughts, and those who were a cabinet master thought that their level was low; those who took the military route were even more dominant, and they were all in one go.

"Brother, what are you thinking? You look sad?" Cheng Yu had sewn this dress, and clenched it with a needle in his hand and bit it off gently. Seeing Lian Zining's frowning look, he couldn't help but ask with some amusement. She still knows her own brother very well, and has always been careless. To put it bluntly, she is heartless and has never seen such an expression on his face.

"Nothing." Lian Zining smiled concealedly. Seeing that she was about to ask, she said, "It's a school matter. I was thinking about whether Ming Ge'er would visit several of the same year and discuss with them. Isn't this the exam approaching? It's not a solution to keep her at home and study alone. I always have to go out to communicate."

Lian Zining's studies have always been the thing that Lian Chengyu attaches most importance to, and it is a killer weapon that can never be defeated. Sure enough, she smiled happily and said, "Brother, you are right to do this. I have advised you a few times before, but you didn't listen, but today I'm enlightened!"

Lian Zining sighed and said, "You said some things in the past very well. I will definitely listen to you more in the future."

Lian Chengyu smiled sweetly. The two of them had been together for several years. Although it was difficult, they always had a different kind of sweetness.

The brother and sister talked for a while and then prepared to slept on the lights. At this time, it was only around 7:30, but in this era, it was important to go to bed early and get up early, especially for families with poor family backgrounds. Not to mention anything else, the expenses of the oil lamp alone were quite a lot of money.

But when Lian Zining saw that Cheng Yu was always a little reluctant to speak today, he asked, "Cheng Yu, what are you worried about? Why are you still hiding it from me?"

Even Chengyu's face turned red and he was stuttering, and he said timidly: "Brother, there are a few new book books in the bookstore next to Aunt Wang's house. Will I be able to buy one?"

Before Lian Zining could speak, her little face collapsed and she said listlessly: "Forget it, I won't buy it anymore. That book is so expensive, it costs 7 cents. Brother, you have to go to the same year tomorrow. You can't just make people laugh at me empty-handedly, and you always have to spend money. I'm ignorant and always want to see this..."

Lian Zining's heart trembled, and a burst of unconcealed sorrow surged into his heart, and almost burst into tears.

This girl earns money to support her family, fights this broken home on her tender shoulders, carries out housework without regrets every day, works hard to sew clothes for others, and raises him, a useless brother!

What a great girl! She worked hard to earn money every day, and her brother was generous without hesitation when he wanted to spend money, but she wanted to buy a storybook, but she was very concerned about two cents.

She must have been waiting for that storybook for a long time!

You know, she is only thirteen years old!

If this were to be placed in later generations, this would be the age of a junior high school student. It was when she was enjoying the love of her parents and growing in a honeypot. Her delicate little hands had already been ground into a layer of calluses, and she didn't know how many times she had been stabbed by needles and how many small wounds she had!
Chapter completed!