Pei Ziyun glanced at the gift, took the tea and took a sip, and asked lightly: "Is anyone giving a gift again?"
The housekeeper had a fat and black figure, and he respected Pei Ziyun even more and answered carefully: "Yes, please post it."
As he said that, Pei Ziyun took it and took a look and said, "I will say that I am preparing to study hard, take the Jinshi exam, and have less social engagements."
Becoming a Taoist naturally cannot further the imperial examination, but most people just don’t know.
These days, it has been rumored that Anzhou has produced a talented man. Pei Ziyun wrote a wine at a literary banquet. For a time, scholars have copied this poem and savored it for a long time. In the words of the famous scholar Zhang Anzhi, this poem has a fairy spirit and has not published such a famous poem in a century.
The Fu Mansion has a banquet invitation every day, and everyone invites Pei Ziyun to go. Pei Ziyun refuses one by one, saying that after suffering some coldness, the reputation spreading is expensive and rare, and if it is just like cabbage, it will be worthless. So try to refuse and choose a valuable article banquet. One article is enough for a few months. It is called hunger marketing on the earth.
"The first step is completed, and now we are going to move on to the next step."
The Fu family’s collection of books is good, but if you want to gain a reputation, poetry alone is not enough, and you also have to set your goals on books and refer to the memories of your previous life, and you can’t help but secretly be grateful.
As long as I think about the knowledge I have read, I will be vivid in my mind. This should be the function of plum blossoms. Speaking of the original owner's memory, except for intentional not giving, everything else is as clear as archives.
If you search carefully in your memory, you will find that in addition to poetry, you will read the annotations you have read.
"I didn't expect that stock trading failed in my previous life. I licked my wounds and wanted to find some comfort from the old papers, but I got a lot of precious treasures."
"For example, university annotations are a great success in the research of later generations."
"The more you talk about, the better. In fact, you only need a few masterpieces."
Pei Ziyun studied hard on the upstairs, spread out a piece of paper, grind the ink, picked a small brush pen, dipped it ink and then used the pen on the paper. Based on his memory of the university notes, he wrote the article very quickly. After writing it, he could write more than 3,000 words a day.
After writing that day, she threw the pen into the pen to wash it. Pei Ziyun took it out and saw that it was already a thick stack.
"The university annotations have been written down, but they are definitely different from this world. To achieve a monster in this world, you must obtain more text and compare them and moisten them."
Thinking of it, he came out of the study to find Juren Fu.
Juren Fu was basking in the sun in the pavilion in the yard, holding a book in his hand. When Pei Ziyun saw him, Juren Fu listened to Pei Ziyun and thought for a while before answering: "What do you mean is to read more books with subtle meanings?"
Pei Ziyun replied: "Yes, Uncle Fu, I have been thinking about college these days and have some preliminary ideas. I want to read more books and write some articles."
"The Gongyuan has the most collection of books. After several dynasties, you can go by yourself as a Juren." Fu Juren said with instructions.
Pei Ziyun said goodbye and went back to order the booklet with paper thread. After thinking about it, he wrapped oil paper and went to the Gongyuan Academy. When he saw the Gongyuan Library, someone took the books from the bookshelf from time to time and took them to the desk to read. Pei Ziyun read it briefly. The book was still good, but there was still little discussion. He entered the library again and looked for the book, and it took an hour to come out.
After listing a catalog, these books were piled on the table, holding several books in their hands. These books were all university notes. Pei Ziyun obtained several copied articles from an oil bag, and compared them with the collection of essays of the Gongyuan.
"The ancestors of this world have evolved for thousands of years and have formed their own patterns and copied the university annotations by themselves. Although this world is still a master's pattern, they still have to strive for excellence based on this world."
"But it's just me, when will I see these thousands of volumes?"
"Of course I won't be pretentious, but the library is full of copying, not original, and I can't learn from it anymore." Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun sighed. According to the original owner's memory, the third person who became a saint in the immortal world appeared in these ten years, and he didn't have much time left.
"Brother Pei, it turns out you are here too." Pei Ziyun was sighing and suddenly heard a voice. Pei Ziyun looked at him and Wei Ang was coming in with a folding fan in his hand.
"Your Majesty Wei, are you here to borrow books?" Outside, most of the disciples of Songyun Sect are called worldly.
"Yes, since the last article banquet, I read Ziyun's "About Wine" and I felt that I was bored when I read other poems. So I came to the Gongyuan to borrow a few articles and read them. I don't want you to be there too."
Pei Ziyun laughed in silence: "Yes, I'm just here to find a book, and I've finished reading it. Mr. Wei, since he met by chance, I'll go in together. I'll return it, you'll find a book.
"Okay." Wei Ang didn't say anything, and went in with Pei Ziyun.
Half an hour later, Wei Ang looked for Shu and Pei Ziyun out, but the weather changed as soon as possible. Wei Ang just complained: "This weather, if we had known that we would take the bus when we went out, we should hurry up and not wait until it rains and get wet."
As they said that, they went out, and they had only been able to find a cart. But it was raining in the sky. Pei Ziyun and Wei Ang had to hide from the rain.
There was no place nearby to hide from the rain. Both of them stuffed the book into their arms and ran forward for a while. A small temple appeared in front of them, so they both hid in.
The two looked around and saw that many people were hiding from the rain in front of the hall. Two or three scholars were also hiding from the rain. One scholar cursed: "This weather is really bad. It was a good day just now, but I didn't expect it to rain suddenly, and it was so heavy."
"Hey, what's the point of raining like this? Have you heard that in several counties on the east coast, all of them were attacked by Japanese pirates. Even Fumen County was broken into the county town. The county magistrate died for the country. The main reason was that the disaster was serious there. Many people responded to Japanese pirates, killed many people, and many women were robbed."
Wei Ang's face was a little bad when he heard this, and the scholar was still talking: "The Japanese pirates will not attack the prefecture. I heard that these Japanese pirates have demons, so they can attack everywhere and rob the coast."
"Stop talking, let's go worship God and ask God for blessings. The purpose of destroying Japanese pirates depends on the court." Another scholar said, heading into the hall.
"In this way, I have to worship God and ask God for blessings."
"Let's go, you can hide from the rain and you'll have nothing to do, I'll be with you too."
Hearing this, Pei Ziyun was a little surprised. Now that Daxu was founding, did Japanese pirates dare to invade?
The original owner remembered that he was still studying in the village at this time, and he didn’t know much news and didn’t pay attention to it. Now that he heard it, he realized that there were Japanese pirates and demons in this world? Pei Ziyun thought to himself, could it be that there is also an Onmyoji in this world of Japanese Yin-Yang Taoism?
Pei Ziyun thought, feeling that Wei Ang had slapped her shoulder. Looking back, Wei Ang sighed: "The people are suffering, so we will also go inside to worship and pray for God to pray for the victims harassed by the Japanese pirates."
"Please ask for God?" Pei Ziyun almost wanted to refute that this is a political matter, how much does it have to do with gods? But as soon as he spoke, he figured it out again. There are gods in this world, so it is naturally different.
The two entered the hall, and a woman prayed for blessings in the hall. The temple worshipped a goddess. The temple was not big, but when they entered the temple, they were all tamped with five earths. There was a stone slab in the middle. At the entrance of the hall, there was an iron tripod with incense, and when they entered, there was a curling smoke.
On rainy days, it was a little dark and I couldn't see clearly, but I saw the curtain hanging down and a goddess was hidden. The woman said repeatedly: "I wish my father could avoid the attacks of thieves and escape from difficulties safely. If the wish is fulfilled, I will worship him every day in the future. I hope the concubine will bless my father!"
The words were sad, and everyone who had just come in felt sad.
Pei Ziyun remembered the Japanese pirates for a hundred years, and it was like two lives overlapping for a while. The harm of Japanese pirates in that world was deeply rooted, and many families who were destroyed and killed. When he saw this scene, he felt sad and had an extra vision for the world and asked: "Who is this goddess?"
"Are you asking about Zhengsi?" Wei Ang smiled: "It's all on the streets of Zhoucheng, and it must be legal. This is Mrs. Luo, who has had a title in the previous dynasty."
"So that's it!" Pei Ziyun knew that the new dynasty's enfeoffment was not specially ordered by the previous dynasty, and immediately took the incense and stepped forward.
There is a table next to the temple with notices, paper and pen on the table, and a merit box. The temple Zhu is a middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth robe and comes up: "Stop it, this master."
Everyone in the hall looked at the temple in surprise. The temple in the temple was scanned. When they saw everyone, they asked Pei Ziyun to go to the side and whisper: "I just said that the young master was welcome to burn incense, but the young master was carrying the treasure and was so angry that the queen in the temple did not dare to take this gift."
Pei Ziyun was surprised: "I only brought five taels of silver and a few silver notes. How could I have any treasures?"
"It's just that the young master is holding this in his hand."
"It's just a book."
But the monk Zhu refers to a collection of essays wrapped in oil paper, and then he listened and said, "If the young master really wants to see you, please put this on one side."
Listening to this, Pei Ziyun thought, and had never learned the art of looking at Qi in two lives, and could not see Qi. Temples are often spiritual people. Only when they can touch the gods can they choose to become Temples. It seems that this temples must have seen a strange phenomenon, which is blocking it. It has no choice but to have an idea in his heart. It seems that even if this university annotation is not modified, it will definitely be able to create a pattern in this world.
Wei Ang had finished delivering his salute. Seeing Pei Ziyun come back and put the book on one side, he said, "I'll take it."
As he said that, he took Pei Ziyun's book over.
Pei Ziyun didn't care. These were originally to be published, but Wei Ang had been in contact for a while, but it was good and would not be copied.
Go up to take incense and serve the gods. Pei Ziyun did not believe in the gods in his previous life. He sought immortals and asked the Tao in this life. He had memories of the original owner in his previous life, so there was no problem in burning incense and praying for wishes.
Wei Ang was on the side, flipping through the book because he was bored. He was just casual. When he saw it, his eyes were straightened and he turned page after page. Pei Ziyun turned around. Zhang Jieyu looked at the manuscript for a while before he realized it and asked, "Is this book you did?"
Chapter completed!