Pei Ziyun glanced at the gift, took the tea, took a sip, and asked lightly: "Is someone giving another gift?"
The butler was dark and fat, and he respected Pei Ziyun even more. He answered carefully: "Yes, and there is an invitation."
After presenting it, Pei Ziyun took it, glanced at it, put it down, and said, "Spread the word. Just say that I am going to study hard, take the imperial examination, and have less social activities."
Naturally, once you become a Taoist, you cannot take further imperial examinations, but most people just don't know about it.
These days, there are widespread rumors in the state capital that a great talent has come out of Anzhou. Pei Ziyun served as a general at the literary banquet. For a while, scholars were copying this poem and savoring it for a long time. In the words of the famous scholar Zhang An, this poem has a fairy spirit. Such a masterpiece has not been published in a hundred years.
The Fu Mansion has banquet invitations every day, and Pei Ziyun is invited to go. Pei Ziyun refuses them one by one, saying that he has suffered some cold. What is needed to spread this reputation is an expensive and rare person. If it is the same as Chinese cabbage, it will be worthless, so he tries his best. Decline, choose to go to the expensive literary banquet, one article for a few months is enough, it is called hunger marketing on earth.
“The first step is completed, now it’s time to move on to the next step.”
The collection of books in the Fu Mansion is quite good, but if he wants to gain fame, poetry alone is not enough. He also has to write books and set aspirations, referring to the memories of his previous life, and he can't help but feel happy secretly.
As long as I think about it, the knowledge I have read is still vivid in my mind. This should be the function of plum blossoms. Speaking of the memory of the original owner, except for the parts deliberately withheld, everything else is as clear as the archive.
I carefully searched my memory and found that apart from the poems, I also found the annotations that I had read.
"Unexpectedly, I failed in stock trading in my previous life. I was licking my wounds and trying to find some comfort in the pile of old papers, but I ended up with many precious treasures."
"For example, take the collection of university annotations, which is the culmination of later generations' research."
“The more treatises, the better. In fact, as long as there are a few representative works, it will be enough.”
Pei Ziyun was studying hard upstairs. He spread out a piece of paper, polished the ink, picked up a pen for writing, dipped in ink and touched it, then moved the pen on the paper, writing silently based on his memory of the university annotations. I can write very quickly. I can write more than 3,000 words in one day with just a few strokes of my pen.
After finishing writing for the day, he threw the pen into the pen washer. Pei Ziyun took it out and saw that it was already a thick stack.
"The university annotations have been written silently, but they are definitely different from this world. If we want to be a pioneer in this world, we must obtain more literary meanings for comparison and polish."
Thinking about it, he came out of the study to look for Fu Juren.
Fu Juren was basking in the sun in the pavilion in the courtyard, holding a book in his hand to read. Pei Ziyun saw him asking for advice. Fu Juren listened to Pei Ziyun, thought for a while, and then replied: "You mean, you are looking for more subtle words and great meanings." Do you want to read the book?"
Pei Ziyun replied: "Yes, Uncle Fu. I have been thinking about university these days and have some preliminary ideas. I just want to read more books and write some articles."
"The Gongyuan has the richest collection of books. After several dynasties, you can leave alone." Fu Juren pointed out.
Pei Ziyun said goodbye and went back to bind the book with paper thread. After thinking about it, he wrapped it in oil paper and headed to Gongyuan. When he saw Gongyuan's library, people took out classics from the bookshelf from time to time and brought them to the desk to read. Pei Ziyun read them through briefly. The book was okay, but the discussion was missing. I went into the library again to look for books, and came out after an hour.
After making a catalog, these books were piled on the table. Holding a few books in his hand, these books were all university notes. Pei Ziyun took out a few copied articles from an oil bag and compared them with the collected works of Gongyuan.
"The sages of this world have developed their own pattern after thousands of years of evolution. They copied university annotations by themselves. Although they are still masters in this world, they still have to strive for excellence according to this world."
"But if I am alone, when will I be able to read these thousands of volumes?"
"Of course I won't be pretentious, but the contents in this library are all copies, not the originals, so I can't absorb any additional knowledge." Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun sighed. According to the memory of the original owner, the third immortal in this world has become a physical person. The Saint appeared within these ten years, and there was really not much time left for him.
"Brother Pei, it turns out you are here too." Pei Ziyun was sighing when he suddenly heard a voice. Pei Ziyun looked over and saw Wei Ang coming in holding a folding fan.
"Mr. Wei, are you here to borrow a book too?" Outside, most of the disciples of the Songyun Sect regarded themselves as secular.
"Yes, since the last cultural banquet, I read Ziyun's "Jinjinjiu", and I just felt that reading other poems was boring, so I came to Gongyuan to borrow some articles and go back to read them. I didn't want you to be there. "
Pei Ziyun laughed dumbly: "Yes, I just came here to look for books and have read them all. Mr. Wei, since we met by chance, let's go in together. I will return the books while you look for them.
"Okay." Wei Ang went in with Pei Ziyun without hesitation.
Half an hour later, Wei Ang found a book and went out with Pei Ziyun. However, the weather changed at any time. Wei Ang complained: "With this weather, I would have taken a car when I went out. We have to hurry up and don't wait until it rains." It won’t be good if it gets wet.”
After talking about going out, the two of them walked for a while. They originally wanted to look for an ox cart, but it started raining, so Pei Ziyun and Wei Ang had to take shelter from the rain.
There was no shelter from the rain nearby. They both stuffed the books into their arms and ran forward for a while. A small temple appeared in front of them, so they both hid in it.
The two looked around and saw that many people were hiding from the rain in front of the main hall. There were two or three scholars in the middle who were also hiding from the rain. One scholar was cursing: "The weather is really unlucky. It was a nice day just now, but unexpectedly it rained suddenly." , and the rain is so heavy.”
"Hey, it doesn't matter if it rains so little. Have you heard that several counties on the east coast were attacked by Japanese pirates. Even Fumen County was destroyed and the county magistrate was martyred. The main reason is that the disaster there was serious. , many people responded to the Japanese pirates, killed many people, and many women were robbed."
When Wei Ang heard this, his face became a little ugly, and the scholar was still talking: "The Japanese pirates will not reach the state capital. I heard that there are demons among these Japanese pirates, so they can attack everywhere and plunder the coast."
"Stop talking, let's go worship the gods and ask for their blessings. It's up to the imperial court to exterminate the Japanese pirates." Another scholar said and walked towards the palace.
"In this case, I have to worship the gods and ask for their blessings."
"Let's go for a walk. It's okay to take shelter from the rain. I'll join you too."
Hearing this, Pei Ziyun was a little surprised. Now that Da Xu has founded the country, Japanese pirates dare to invade
The original owner remembers that he was still studying in the village at this time and didn't know much news and didn't pay much attention to it. Now that he heard about it, he realized that there were Japanese pirates and demons in this world? Pei Ziyun secretly thought, could there be an Onmyoji of Japanese Onmyodo in this world
Pei Ziyun thought about it and felt Wei Ang tap him on the shoulder. Looking back, Wei Ang sighed: "The people are suffering. We also go inside to worship and pray for God's blessings for the victims of the Japanese pirate attacks."
"Ask God?" Pei Ziyun almost wanted to retort, this is a political matter, how much does it have to do with gods? But as soon as the words came to my mouth, I realized that there are gods in this world, so it is naturally different.
The two of them entered the main hall. A woman was praying in the main hall. This temple was dedicated to a goddess. The temple was not big, but after entering the temple, the inside was made of five-color soil. The middle road was made of stone slabs. The entrance to the main hall was. An iron cauldron is filled with incense, and incense is also curling up when you enter.
On a rainy day, it was a little dark and I couldn't see clearly, but I saw that the curtains were hanging down, hiding a goddess. The woman kept saying: "I hope my mother will protect my father from being attacked by thieves and escape safely. If your wish comes true, come I will make offerings to you every day, and I hope my queen will protect my father!"
The words were sad, and everyone who had just entered felt secretly sad.
Pei Ziyun thought of the century-old Japanese pirates, and it suddenly seemed like two lives overlapped. In that world, the Japanese pirates' harm was so deep-rooted that they destroyed so many families. Seeing this scene now, he felt sad and had an additional vision of this world. Asking: "Who is this goddess?"
"Are you asking about the official sacrifice?" Wei Ang smiled: "They are all on this street in Zhoucheng, so they must be legal. This is Mrs. Luo, who had a title in the previous dynasty."
"So that's it!" Pei Ziyun knew that the new dynasty would also recognize the seals granted by the previous dynasty, unless there was a special purpose, so he immediately stepped forward with the incense.
There is a table next to the temple with a notice posted on it. On the table are pens and paper, and a merit box. The temple’s blessing is a middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth robe. He stood up and came forward: "Master, wait a moment."
Everyone in the hall looked at the shrine in surprise. The shizhu glanced around and saw everyone's surprise. He asked Pei Ziyun to go to one side and whispered: "Just now, the empress said that the young master is offering incense and is naturally welcome. It's just that the young master is carrying a treasure. She was so angry that the empress in the temple did not dare to receive this gift."
Pei Ziyun was surprised: "I only have five taels of silver with me and a few banknotes. How can I have any treasures?"
"Young master is holding this."
"It's just a book."
But Qi Zhu was referring to the collection of essays wrapped in oil paper, and he listened and said: "If you really want to see me as a gift, please put this aside."
Listening to these words, Pei Ziyun was thoughtful. He had not learned the art of looking at the qi in his two lifetimes, and could not see the qi. People who can see the qi in the ancestral hall are often psychic people who can sense the gods. Ci Zhu must have seen a vision, so he blocked it and had no choice but to give it up, but he had an idea in his heart. It seems that this university annotation collection, even if it is not revised, will definitely be able to develop a pattern in this world.
Wei Ang had finished saluting, and when he saw Pei Ziyun coming back, he put the book aside and said, "I'll take it."
As he spoke, he took Pei Ziyun's book.
Pei Ziyun didn't care, these were meant to be published, and Wei Ang had known each other for some time, but they were good enough to avoid plagiarism.
Pei Ziyun stepped forward to take incense to worship gods. Pei Ziyun did not believe in gods in his previous life. In this life, he asked for immortality. He had the memory of the original owner's previous life, so there was no problem in offering incense and praying.
Wei Ang was on one side, flipping through the book out of boredom. He was just casually flipping through the book, but his eyes widened when he looked at it, and he flipped through the pages. Pei Ziyun turned around, and Zhang Jieyu looked at the manuscript for a while before he realized what he was doing. Question: "Did you write this book?"
"Of course it is. It's just that this book is not refined enough and is somewhat imperfect. The preparations still need to be polished before it can be considered complete."
(End of chapter)