Hearing this, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but be overjoyed. He had already found a way to let the teacher give it to him. Such a masterless thing has shallow fate. Just open your mouth and give it to him. I won't want to say it, I got it.
He bowed immediately: "I will not let down the master's expectations."
When Pei Ziyun left, the hidden talisman and figure appeared again. Looking at Pei Ziyun who had left, he seemed to have some sense of consciousness and was silent for a while before saying, "How strange, just as the book was just given, this son seemed to have added some blessings. Could it be that this book is really destined to be this son? In this way, even if this son is not the reincarnation of his uncle, he must be not an ordinary person."
Zhao Ning was stunned, smiled silently, and said, "How could there be so many good fortunes? But since my junior brother said that, I will try him after I have tried this mansion."
"I forgot to protect me just now, so I'll send Zhang Yun to notify me tomorrow."
Fame and fortune are very serious. This dynasty stipulates that if the county conducts a county examination, the person who passes the exam is a child. This rule is not very strict. Only if the three people in the same exam can guarantee each other.
But if you take the scholar exam, you have to go to the county government exam. Any child who takes the imperial examination will register in the county ritual room and fill in the hometown, name, age, resume of the three generations, and appearance. This is fine. The scholars in the county must also be settled as a guarantee to ensure that they are from the county and have a clean background. If they are not the descendants of Zhao, You and Zaoli, they will not have their parents' mourning.
Zhao Ning has the status of a scholar, so he would not have opened a library to open an education.
If it weren't for some connection, asking other scholars to pay for their debts, they would have to pay two taels of silver, which is also one of the sources of income for scholars.
But Zhao Ning said it, after several years of observation, it is possible that Pei Ziyun is the reincarnated uncle, but in his opinion, it is already very small.
Speaking of which, Pei Ziyun went home, hurriedly had lunch, and then closed the door. At this time, the sun shone through the window and through the wooden window, and shining in the room.
"Although it's not a good time to sleep, I can't stand it." Pei Ziyun put the book he had just obtained under his pillow, and then lay down on him.
But the role of plum blossoms seems to be very strong. They almost lie down. Before their heads were completely leaning into the pillow, they fainted and had already entered a deep sleep.
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I heard the water slamming the shore, rising, falling, rising, falling again.
When I woke up, I felt a little chilling on my body. I was wearing thin clothes and was tracing a stack of manuscripts.
"Father!" Someone called out softly, picked up the candle wick with a hairpin, and handed over a cup of tea: "Father, it's late at night, you can't study like this, it's too hard."
The tea smoke curled up, the water vapor slowly rose and spread. The tea was warm and fragrant. You could hear the man's answer: "You said it right, but I have lived this life and only know how to read."
As he said that, the man lowered his head and slowly stroked the manuscripts with his hand. His voice was very calm: "My daughter, I have read books for my whole life, and I have only been a scholar. There is chaos in the world. It seems that I can no longer take the exam for fame. In fact, at my age, fame and fortune are also a cloud for me, and it is just a testimony to our reading."
"This book is the result of my hard work in my life. I am old and have become indifferent to many things, but I can't put it down."
The girl in front of me has not yet gotten married. The man gently pressed her forehead with his hand: "Your mother thinks I am unprosperous, your brother doesn't like to study, and there is no one in the family who can inherit it. This manuscript is your dowry. When you see a serious scholar, you can sell it to him for ten cents!"
The girl in front of her nodded and looked at her.
The man smiled and said, "Don't worry, the manuscript I wrote is for people to see. As long as someone inherits my literary thoughts, I will be satisfied whether it is my son or not."
Speaking of this, the manuscript was hanging in the air, it was late at night and the wind was tightening. As soon as the wind turned, Pei Ziyun suddenly woke up.
"It seems that I only slept for a moment."
The afternoon sun shines on my body, and an indescribable feeling comes, as if it is trance, as if it is joy, as if it is regret.
"The trance is a dream, but it is completely different. Is this the real function of plum blossoms?" Ordinary people still remember the content of the dream when they wake up in a dream, but they will disappear soon.
But now it is completely different. Without memories, everything comes to Pei Ziyun's mind.
In my dream, I became a scholar, with more than ten acres of land, and I don’t do business or farming, and the only thing I do is study.
"Reading, singing every word, thinking deeply."
"Don't leave the house day and night, and the years go by, the belts grow wider, and I will never regret it if I have been together."
This kind of true scholar has experienced hardships, has gone through hardships, and has moved forward bravely, which has left a deep shock to people. When such a picture flashed through my mind, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but swallow his throat.
Almost for the first time in his life, Pei Ziyun felt that the spirit of ancient scholars was much deeper than literally. No, it was too profound, so profound that it was unforgettable, which made Pei Ziyun a little dull at this time.
Is this a scholar?
Pei Ziyun knew nothing in his previous life.
The original owner was half familiar with the memory.
But at this time, he seemed to be a scholar who had been immersed in this art for decades. It seemed like a thread, stringing countless scattered pearls together, combined with the original owner's memory. After just a dream, he understood all this without a teacher.
The meaning of the meaning of the Mo, the scriptures, the question of the scriptures, the poems, and the most important meaning of the scriptures are all in my mind.
"Is this the plum blossom thief? The real function of the plum blossom is too powerful. It can instantly obtain the fruit of others' decades of hard work. It's no wonder that the original owner and the young master Xie can rise up and suffer disasters."
"But there are many feelings and feelings that I don't have. Is this the sequelae of Wen Si?" Pei Ziyun was finally a rational and decisive person, and at this time he felt this keenly.
"It seems that stealing Wen Si Daoyun also has a side effect." Pei Ziyun couldn't help but think.
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Woniu Village·The next morning
At this moment, the sky was just shining slightly, a star was hanging in the sky, and a young man with a sword eyebrows and a bow on his back arrived at the entrance of the village.
Zhang Dashan, who was vigilant at the entrance of the village, woke up immediately when he saw someone coming.
Holding the bow, he pulled the arrow up, and shouted at the man under the wall with a trembling voice: "Who are you? What are you here?"
Zhang Dashan was originally a little sleepy, but suddenly saw a figure appearing. He thought it was a black wind thief, so he woke up in shock, but he saw only one person, and there was no alarm bell. After waiting to get closer, he saw that the person was wearing animal skin, not a blue shirt, and had no black wolf head embroidered.
The man walked away from the door and was a familiar figure. He was hesitating and heard the voice shouting: Uncle Dashan, I am Zhang Yun, Zhao Xiansheng, I will come back to the village and ask my senior brother to discuss the matter of the mansion trial. Come and open the door."
"Here, here. It turns out it's Xiao Yunzi. I scared you, Uncle Dashan. I just thought it was Heifeng who came here, so I was scared to death.
"Oh? Our village built a mud wall last year. How dare this Black Wind Thief fight? Aren't you afraid of death?" Zhang Yun frowned and asked.
"Why don't you dare? Two days ago, the Black Wind Thieves came to the entrance of the village to ask for food and beauties. But somehow, they died in the ruined temple the next day. I don't know who killed them. Now the whole village is panicking, fearing that the Black Wind Thieves will come to take revenge and attack the village."
The young man with sword-brow raised his eyebrows, and there was a sense of evil spirit in his eyes, cold: "There are dozens of village warriors in the village and mud walls. I'm afraid that these black wind thieves will use some military tactics, if these black wind thieves dare to come, they will dare to teach them to go but not return."
When Zhang Dashan heard this, his body shook. He had known that Zhang Liehu's son was brave, but he had never thought it was so big. He trembled and looked around. He looked around. Seeing that there was no one, he quickly said, "It's not possible. If the Black Wind Thieves listened to him and really came to fight, you are not afraid. We are afraid. Don't say this in the future, don't say it anymore."
Zhang Dashan was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly.
Seeing that the village bravery in this village was so unbearable, Zhang Yun looked down a little. The village had mud walls and did not dare to fight against the bandits. His father lived here but was not safe. Although the village was his own clan, it seemed that he should persuade his father to move out early at this time. Otherwise, the thieves would definitely overturn him when they came to fight. Zhang Yun thought so.
After entering the village, Zhang Yun walked straight forward and headed towards the family of Senior Brother Pei Ziyun. The two of them were in the same village. Of course, they knew where each family was, so they walked forward all the way. They didn't see a few people along the way, heading towards Senior Brother's home.
Pei Ziyun had already gotten up early at this time. She fell asleep last night. Her articles were integrated, but she had many strange feelings and dared not think about the articles.
When I woke up today, a sense of comfort came, which was an experience that I had only when I was sleeping soundly and my body and mind were resting. It turned out that the sense of strangeness seemed to have disappeared cleanly.
"It seems that I have digested it. When I wake up early today, I can write articles. How good is my level?" Pei Ziyun only started, but felt that his writing was as thoughtful as he thought about it carefully. After thinking about it carefully, he wrote several articles on the table, stacked one by one.
"Although I have obtained the charm, the details still need to be practiced to gradually make up for them. I strive to win almost ten times in this palace examination and pass the scholar. I can go back to the village at that time. I wish this Black Wind Thieves would not dare to attack again."
Just as I was thinking, at this moment, I heard a knock on the door outside the door, and I heard a familiar voice: "Have you woke up? Last night, the master told me to order me to pick me up this morning, saying that the road was not peaceful recently and the bandits were rampant. I should have my junior brother and I will protect you all the way. I have disturbed my senior brother so early, and I hope my senior brother will forgive me."
Pei Ziyun got up, walked to the door, and quickly opened the door and saw a young hunter with sword eyebrows, wearing animal skin, a knife on his waist, a bow and arrow on his back, and a pair of eyes with some evil spirits between the corners of his eyebrows. He was his junior brother.
When Zhang Yun came to the house, he saw an oil lamp lit in the window. He was a little curious. Unexpectedly, his senior brother was reading in the morning with the lights. He couldn't help but become more interested. He looked into the house and had several articles. He couldn't help but walk in, picked up one article to read, and read it all the way. He was very insightful and praised it without realizing it, saying, "It's really great."
At this time, Pei Qian, who was next door, woke up, and walked out after a while, and saw the light was on. When he saw that it was a young man with a scimitar hanging on his waist and reading the article.
At this time, the young man looked back and saw a woman holding an oil lamp, and hurriedly bowed: "Hello, aunt, I am junior brother Ziyun, I am begging my husband to join him. Today, I was ordered by my husband to come and invite my brother to go. But I was impatient and came early in the morning. I had time to find a pheasant on the road, and I hope my aunt will accept it."
Zhang Yun handed over the pheasant in his hand, and saw that the pheasant was beautiful and beautiful. As soon as Pei Qian took it, he felt a little heavy. He sank a little, but it had several pounds, so he quickly refused.
Chapter completed!