Chapter 2 Do you want people to learn what it means to go up every day?
chapter 2
Yang Qian burped with satisfaction and told his frightened mother that he really hadn't eaten much.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with his IQ and thinking, so Han only pretended to believe it with some hesitation.
"Since you think nothing is wrong, mom can rest assured. Zhili, go to the kitchen and ask the cook to boil a bowl of hawthorn water."
Mr. Han showed a kind smile on his face, and his smile was so gentle:
"Mom, I believe you, but you have just recovered from a serious illness and you have eaten so much. It is not a good thing if you have a bad stomach after all."
Yang Qian sent his mother to the door when he heard a sweet ding-dong sound deep in his consciousness: The system was successfully bound.
Then I saw a message appearing in my consciousness: Mission release: Read the entire book of "The Analects of Confucius". Mission reward: A treasure box.
Seeing the eye-catching flashing fonts that looked like advertisements for a rural KTV, Yang Qian, who had just burped halfway, almost choked.
What the hell kind of system is this? Do you want people to learn the rhythm of making progress every day?
But I can travel back to the Sui Dynasty more than a thousand years ago. Even if I have multiple systems in my body, what's wrong?
As for how to test the authenticity of this system, it couldn't be simpler.
"Zhili, bring me a copy of The Analects of Confucius. Sir, I want to study."
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After hearing Yang Qian's instructions, Zhili, who was originally trembling with fear, fearing that his young master would continue to act abnormally, let out a sigh of relief.
This is the young master of the Yang family that I have known for more than ten years. He has no ears to hear what is going on outside the window and only reads the books of sages.
"Master, please wait a moment, I will prepare it for you..."
Yang Qian watched with a dark look on his face as Zhili first washed his hands, then lit a furnace of incense and purified his hands again.
Then he went to the bookcase on the side, and with a familiarity, he took out a copy of "The Analects" that had been clearly read and had rough edges on the cover, and carefully placed it on the table.
Then he moved a piano that was next to him not far away, tried the sound, and tuned the strings.
Then he bowed respectfully to Yang Qian, who was stunned by his series of actions.
"Please let me read a book..."
"Is this how I waste money on weekdays, ahem, studying like this?"
Rubbing his stiff face, Yang Qian silently calculated with all the horses racing in his heart.
This series of preparations alone wastes at least a quarter of an hour.
"Yes, Master, you have explained that reading is a major event that requires a sense of ritual. Reading books by sages is also necessary to purify the body and mind..."
Yang Qian helplessly sat down in front of the desk and groaned, then picked up the "The Analects" with obviously yellowed paper and flipped through it.
Zhili obediently closed his mouth and continued to play the strings. The ethereal and clumsy sound of the piano echoed leisurely in the room, accompanied by the sound of reading.
Yang Qian looked at the traditional Chinese characters in the article, and the remaining memory of the original owner of the body finally made him no longer have any dyslexia.
"...When you are in a chariot, you must stand upright and hold the Sui Sui. When in the chariot, you should not look inwards, speak harshly, or point fingers.
The color was lifted up, flying and then gathering. He said: 'The female pheasant on the mountain ridge, what time is it!' Zilu followed it together, smelled it three times, and then made it..."
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The complete text of "The Analects of Confucius" has more than 10,000 words. Yang Qian read it until the corners of his mouth were covered with foam and his voice started to sound a little hoarse. Only then could it be read.
Yang Qian was relieved when he saw a simple treasure box appearing in the sea of consciousness. As soon as he thought about it, the treasure box opened and a piece of paper flew up.
"The 2005 non-toxic and pollution-free herbicide formula from the Biological Laboratory of Crop Science Company (Note 1)..."
When Yang Qian saw the words on the note, the eager and expectant smile on his face instantly became stiff and petrified.
Yang Qian, who was sitting lazily on the floor in the corridor outside the door, taking a small sip of cold white to soothe his throat, was filled with emotions. It was not yet known whether this recipe was true or false.
But the problem is that this system seems to be a bit misleading. I am a top student at the National Sports College, not a graduate student at the University of Agricultural Sciences. Is it useful for you to give me that thing?
Yang Qian took three standard abdominal breaths to calm himself down, and his eyes fell on the courtyard that had been almost cleaned.
The sludge has been washed away, but there is still a faint earthy smell in the air.
The courtyard, which was supposed to be covered with flowers and trees, was now overgrown with weeds.
"What were originally planted in this courtyard?" Yang Qian lazily asked Zhili, who was kneeling beside him.
"It turns out that the four gentlemen of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums were planted in the courtyard, but except for the cluster of purple bamboos, the orchids and chrysanthemums were gone, and the trunks of the plum trees were also broken. Madam is afraid that you will be sad, so she has asked the servants to
Removed…”
"My wife also said that after a few days, we can rearrange it and plant the four gentlemen that you like."
"..." Yang Qian, with a black line on his face, felt that the Yang Qian of the Sui Dynasty he traveled through was indeed a pervert.
Everything must be done with the etiquette and posture of a gentleman, even planting flowers and plants must be in line with the way of a gentleman.
"By the way, sir, are you the only book boy beside me?"
The memory left behind by the person he traveled through was relatively fragmented, so Yang Qian had to make some insinuations.
"Actually, there was a maid before." Zhili carefully looked at the expressionless Yang Qian and answered cautiously.
"Maid...how old are you? Are you beautiful?"
Yang Qian was immediately elated. Compared to seeing a pretty boy squatting next to him, the opposite sex was naturally more pleasing to the eye.
"Yes, I am about fourteen or fifteen years old. I am very pretty, but you drove me away within two days of my arrival."
"What?!" The smile on Yang Qian's face froze as soon as it appeared.
Tell me, sir, was I a lunatic before I was unconscious?"
"Young Master, what's wrong with you..." Zhili was startled by Yang Qian's nonsense.
Yang Qian, who felt extremely remorseful in his heart, used all his strength to barely suppress the sparks that almost shot out from his seven orifices.
"It's nothing, sir. I was in coma for a long time, so I forgot a lot of things.
Tell me, why should I drive away the pretty lady so frantically?"
"I see..." After hearing the young master's explanation, Zhili suddenly nodded and explained immediately.
"That maid was bought last spring by the master and given to you as a personal maid. Or you gave her the name Zhishu..."
"What kind of bad name is this?" Yang Qian smacked his mouth and his face turned dark. Wouldn't it be more positive to just call the secretary?
"It's the one who knows how to answer gifts." Zhili explained quickly and thoughtfully.
It seems that the bookboys and maids around Yang Qian are all well-educated and have nothing wrong with them.
"But within two days, Master, you asked your wife to send the maid away. At that time, your wife asked you why.
You told your wife at that time: 'A gentleman should respect himself and stay away from sexual immorality in order to achieve success.'"
"Later, when I returned home, I heard your words and was very happy. Although you are young, I was very happy.
With such lofty ambitions and the demeanor of an ancient gentleman, he will definitely become a pillar of talent that is famous all over the world in the future."
"..." Yang Qian raised his hand silently, wanting to give himself a slap in the face.