Put away the text on your hand with great care and attention. This kind of work should be kept in the magazine as a treasure of the magazine.
Seeing everyone gearing up and preparing for a big fight, Wang Zi'an was really moved by these old men.
Compared to myself, these people are really not the least bit pure.
In order to spread academic knowledge and inherit the unique knowledge of predecessors, people are really using their love to generate electricity.
After thinking about it, I bowed my hands to these old men seriously.
"Dear old gentlemen, your spirit of writing books, inheriting the unique knowledge of the predecessors, and seeking benefits for the younger generations has greatly impressed the younger generation. I would like to give you a few words, and I am willing to encourage you all..."
Wang Zi'an said, picking up the pen and dipping it in ink again.
Who doesn't know that Wang Zi'an is quick in thinking and excels in calligraphy and poetry.
What better way to give it to everyone?
Kong Yingda and other old gentlemen were also eager to stretch out the paper, wanting to see what good things this young man would write.
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."
As Wang Zi'an's pen moved, the hearts of these old men could not help but slowly rise, their eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the end, they did not even dare to take a breath.
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry on the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations!"
Many people couldn't help but murmur to themselves, feeling that these words were simply poking at their hearts. Many old scholars who were depressed and had been in the Imperial College all their lives were about to shed tears.
This little friend An understands me!
Ah, this——
Why did you make people cry?
Sin, sin.
To be honest, I really wasn't trying to show off this time. I was really moved by these old men. Wang Zi'an quickly said a few polite words, turned around and left.
"Zian, walk slowly. There is one thing. You have to promise me no matter what. Please accept my support for running the magazine..."
Wang Zi'an stumbled uncontrollably and almost fell over.
It's embarrassing enough to use other people's labor force and borrow their names. How can I reach out and dig into the pockets of these old men?
He stepped faster and pretended not to hear.
Until he escaped far away, he heard several old gentlemen behind him sighing.
"How can Zian be allowed to contribute money and effort alone to carry out his teachings to the saints?"
"Yes, yes, each issue requires thousands of copies. How much does it cost? That kid Zian has a good heart and wants to do things for us scholars. We seniors can't hold them back.
The hind legs——”
"Stop talking, I'm going home to take care of my family's property and see how much money I can squeeze out. I can't let my children lose so much money..."
"Yes, yes, yes, that makes sense..."
Wang Zi’an:……
Old man, this is a bit too much. Am I, Wang Zi’an, someone who takes advantage of you?
I originally just wanted to seize the academic say from the aristocratic family.
What kind of trouble are you old gentlemen going to make?
Although it is a little tangled, it is finally a good thing. Wang Zi'an estimates that with everyone's enthusiasm, this first issue of the magazine will be compiled soon.
When Prince An came out of the gate of the Imperial College, he was dumbfounded.
I ran too fast just now and forgot that I didn’t have a carriage...
Forget it, just think of it as a walk.
After traveling through time, it was rare to visit such a place. He looked at the towering imperial city not far away, the antique buildings on both sides, the carriages passing by from time to time, and the gorgeous ladies. He recalled the scene when he came to travel in his previous life.
His eyes were a little wandering for a moment.
Little did he know that at this time, countless young women passing by him slowed down intentionally or unintentionally, staring at his handsome face with some obsession, and started to become infatuated.
This young man is really handsome!
Wang Zi'an, who was walking, suddenly twitched his nose and stopped in surprise. Just now, he smelled a familiar fragrance.
This is--
He couldn't help but look over at the source of the scent, and saw a small mobile food stall not far away.
At this time, it was almost noon, and there were already many customers sitting at the stall.
A pretty young woman was busy working nervously. Not far behind her, there was a little girl with her fingers up.
"Yinger?"
Looking at Ying'er, who was following her mother like a little tail, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but smile.
No wonder the smell smelled familiar to me. My sister-in-law had really learned how to make noodles and stir-fried mutton with green onions.
Well, the flavor is still a little lacking, but it's not bad.
It was rare to encounter a familiar meal in the Tang Dynasty. Wang Zi'an turned his feet unconsciously and walked over.
When I passed a stall selling maltose, I bought a pack and carried it in my hand.
"Big brother--"
Before Wang Zi'an could get closer, the little girl had already spotted the handsome elder brother. She immediately smiled broadly, waved her little hand, and ran over.
The young woman noticed that her daughter had suddenly run away, and turned around. Just as she was about to scold her, she saw Wang Zi'an, who was floating in the sky with a gentle smile. She swallowed the scolding as soon as it reached her lips.
"Son..."
Before he finished speaking, his face was already turning red.
Although the handsome young man said that he wanted me to learn from him, he did not tell others and started doing business using the skills taught by him. It was a bit rude anyway.
"Sir, I took the liberty of using my body without your consent..."
Seeing the young woman's embarrassed look, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but smile and waved his hand indifferently.
"These are just some small skills, as long as they can help you..."
Obviously, this young woman's business is a bit booming now. It's almost noon at this time, and the few tables set up are almost full of customers.
Most of them are Qingshan students, and there are even some whose identities are obviously not ordinary people.
"Master, please sit down first, and please try my handiwork later..."
Wang Zi'an smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand to rub Yinger's head, and handed over the maltose.
"Brother gave it to you..."
The little girl suddenly narrowed her big eyes into small crescents with joy.
"Young Master, this - it costs you a lot of money, Ying'er, why don't you thank the Young Master quickly..."
Wang Zi'an smiled and waved his hand.
"It's just a few pieces of candy. You're welcome. Just go and do your work. There are so many customers waiting..."
The young woman then realized that many of the guests were turning their heads to look at her. Her face suddenly turned red and she smiled apologetically at Wang Zi'an.
"Sir, please sit down first..."
Wang Zi'an ignored her and found an empty seat to sit down, teasing the little girl and chatting with her.
But he didn't know that behind him, there was a young man with a round figure, even a little bloated, and a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a Taoist robe and a deep gaze. They were waiting for their meal and looking at him from time to time.