Xu Zhen took the money and left, but because she offended Shang Shu's granddaughter, she decided to hide at home for a few days and not go out for the time being.
On the second day, she checked the merit points and found that there were five more merit points, plus the remaining ones, a total of seven points.
Xu Zhen felt a little strange.
I was paid yesterday, so it can't be considered as a good deed, even if I did it accidentally, it shouldn't be so much merit.
Could it be that Qinglong Mountain has good geomantic omen
She couldn't figure it out, so she closed the interface and went to play with the little beggar.
The little beggar has opened her mouth for the past few days. Although her voice is hoarse, she can finally express herself, but she is introverted and doesn't like to talk very much. Often Xu Zhen says a few words before she answers.
When Xu Zhen walked over, the little beggar was chopping firewood.
Xu Zhen swayed in front of her a few times.
Seeing that the little beggar was ignoring him, he went into the room and moved a small bamboo chair, put it next to the little beggar and sat down.
She bent down and put her upper body on her lap, trying to look at the little beggar as much as possible.
After watching the wood chopping for a while, he asked, "Where did you get the firewood?"
The little beggar paused, looked up at Xu Zhen, and replied in a hoarse voice: "By the bamboo forest, I picked it up."
Xu Zhen leaned over again and asked, "What are you doing collecting firewood?"
The little beggar Hua returned to chopping firewood with his head bowed, and said, "Repay the money."
Xu Zhen asked, "Return the twelve taels I saved you?"
The little beggar said, "Yes."
Xu Zhen explained: "I paid the money willingly. It not only saved your life, but also saved mine. It's okay if you don't pay it back."
The little beggar didn't answer.
Xu Zhen said again: "Besides, the firewood you chop sells for three coppers per bundle. How long will it take to pay off the twelve taels?"
The little beggar held a small sword with a dark red hilt in his hand, and just chopped wood.
It was the first time Xu Zhen saw this little sword. The hilt was obviously red, but the blade was glowing green, as if rusted.
She asked the little beggar, "Is this your knife?"
The little beggar Hua said: "Her name is Hongyue."
Xu Zhen thought the name sounded good, so she asked, "Which one is red? Which one is better?"
The little beggar shook his head.
Xu Zhen asked, "Are you illiterate?"
The little beggar Hua paused for a moment with her thin white wrist, and answered after a long time: "I don't know."
Xu Zhen smiled and said, "Then I will teach you another day."
After she finished speaking, she thought that the emperor of the dynasty emphasized literature over martial arts and promoted private education, so that almost all people in this dynasty were literate. Even a three-year-old child could read the sentence "A gentleman has no worries and no fears" when walking on the road.
But the little beggar is actually illiterate, could it be that she has been in exile since she was a child
She was a little hungry after thinking, went to the kitchen and took a piece of white cake, tore it in half and handed it to the little beggar's mouth: "Open your mouth."
The little beggar opened his mouth and took a bite.
Xu Zhen asked: "Will it be too dry?"
The little beggar chewed it several times, swallowed it and said, "No." After speaking for a while, he added, "It's delicious."
Xu Zhen took a bite herself, but she didn't think it was very tasty.
The two sat and chatted outside.
Xu Zhen asked nonsense, and the little beggar would occasionally answer.
If asked about name, age, parents, home address, etc., the little beggar would keep silent.
Xu Zhen got tired of asking, so she sat for a while, and when the little beggar finally put away her sword, she got up and pulled her into the room to wash her face.
Another day later, Xu Zhen opened the stowaway interface as usual.
When I clicked on it, I suddenly thought that I didn't go out yesterday, and I was just chatting with the little beggar, so I wanted to turn off the system.
Unexpectedly, with a glance in her eyes, she saw that her merit points had become nine points!
More than yesterday!
Xu Zhen was shocked.
She obviously didn't do anything, how could she still grow? If I remember correctly, she spent all her time yesterday on the little beggar. Could it be that the little beggar has some secrets
In order to prove it, Xu Zhen didn't go out for the next two days, and stayed in the house, chatting with the little beggar—at first it was chatting, but later it became Xu Zhen's unilateral one-man show.
But even so, the merit points are still rising.
Sometimes it's two o'clock, and sometimes it's three o'clock, which is really exciting.
Xu Zhen was a little excited.
After the merit point rose to 19 o'clock, she went out and hid in the inn for one night without contact with the little beggar.
The next day, the increase in points really stopped, and a point was deducted.
Xu Zhen was about to jump up happily.
It turns out that merit points can come so easily? As long as you are with the little beggar, you can get merit points!
Is this little beggar the reincarnation of a fairy somewhere
Xu Zhen was so moved that she cried.
She hurried back home, hugged the little beggar and said, "Oh my God, you are my reborn parents! I will definitely provide for you in the future!"
The little beggar didn't understand the situation, her expression didn't change, and she asked, "Why?"
Xu Zhen smiled at her, smiled for a while, let go of her hand, took the little beggar back to the house, took out a book and said, "Come on, I'll teach you how to read."
A few days ago, the little beggar mentioned Xiaojian's name.
Xu Zhen first taught the word "Hongyue".
She is not proficient in traditional Chinese characters, her handwriting is ugly, and she is not proficient in using a brush, so she writes crookedly on rice paper, and asks the little beggar to follow suit.
The little beggar wrote it twice, stained with ink.
Xu Zhen took a towel and wiped it for her, then brought the wicker chair, and sat on her lap with the little beggar in her arms, holding her hand and writing down stroke by stroke.
The little beggar's hands were very white, but not soft, with distinct joints, and Xu Zhen's heart ached, and at the same time, a strange feeling arose in her heart.
After finishing writing, Xu Zhen cheered up and asked, "Do you want to try again by yourself?"
She let go.
The pen held by the little beggar was still straight, but it never fell down.
Xu Zhen said, "Write."
The little beggar's writing brush hung in the air, paused for a long time, then turned his head and said, "I, sit by myself."
Xu Zhen asked, "Are you still shy?"
She let go of her hand and let the little beggar sit on her knees by the desk alone.
The little beggar wrote slowly twice again, and the finally written characters were almost the same as the italics on the copybook.
Progress is too fast.
Xu Zhen's self-esteem was hurt, and she leaned over to read the little beggar's handwriting for a while, and felt that it was inexplicably vigorous, not like a novice's handwriting.
She asked, "Are you literate? You lied to me before?"
The little beggar said: "No."
Xu Zhen thought for a while and said, "Then you are very talented! Let's learn the next one—what's your name?"
The little beggar didn't answer.
Xu Zhen said: "I seem to have asked you before... Do you not have a name? How about I get one for you?"
The little beggar's lips moved slightly.
Xu Zhen leaned over to listen: "What did you say? Is there any word you like?"
The little beggar was silent for a long while, and finally uttered a word in a very low voice: "Spring."
"Chun? Is that your name?" Xu Zhen asked, "What's your last name?"
The little beggar stopped talking.
Xu Zhen then wrote down the word "spring".
She likes this word very much.
After writing the regular script, I wrote the cursive script again. The ugly cursive script became a self-made wild cursive.
At this moment, her palms suddenly became hot.
Xu Zhen ignored it at first, but her palms became hotter and hotter, which made her unable to write with peace of mind.
Is there something wrong with the stowaway system
Thinking of this hypothesis, she was a little nervous, and hurriedly handed over the pen to the little beggar, let the little beggar write by herself, and ran back to her room quickly.
Inside the room, a blue light flashed, and the light blue system interface appeared in front of his eyes.
Xu Zhen looked at the merit points, eighteen o'clock, no change.
What else could be the problem
She looked carefully up, down, left, and right, and finally saw that there were two more shiny golden things in the lower right corner of the interface.
One is the "main line" and the other is the "mall".
Xu Zhen felt that it was quite novel, so she clicked in to have a look, and the first thing she clicked on was the main thread.
A line of words was written in the mainline interface: "Become the teacher of Qinglongshan Academy (0/1)
Success reward: merit point +50.
Failure Penalty: None. "
What are these things
Xu Zhen almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
A few days ago, I offended someone in the academy and was kicked out by the head of the mountain. Now I want her to work in the academy? Isn't this a special purpose to give away the head
Good thing there are no penalties...
Xu Zhen stared at the fifty points of merit for a long time reluctantly, but finally returned to the main menu and stopped looking.
Then click on the store.
The shopping mall is divided into upper and lower rows, with a total of eight items. Two are blue books, which seem to be martial arts secrets, and some are medicines. I don’t know what they are for.
The cheapest bottle of medicine costs 500 points of merit, while the rest costs 700 or 800 points. Books are more expensive, costing 1200 points.
Xu Zhen couldn't afford it, so she closed the page with tears in her eyes.
These two new functions are useless and just make people happy.
Xu Zhen was very disappointed and got up to continue teaching the little beggar how to read.
But when she realized that she no longer had to worry about her merits, she felt better again.
In the next three or four days, the willow branches hit the shore, and the summer gradually became hotter.
Xu Zhen made two half-sleeve shirts for herself and the little beggar, and wore them at home.
During the period, she asked the little beggar several times where her parents were, but the little beggar lowered her eyes and said nothing, just chopping firewood.
Xu Zhen went to ask the owner of Yunmofang, and learned that the little beggar must be living alone because her parents are gone.
She was so distressed that she asked the little beggar what she meant, and after getting affirmation, when she was free one day, she went directly to Lizheng to reapply for household registration, which cost a lot of money.
At the same time, she found that the money she earned earlier was almost spent.
And I don't know why recently, she has very bad luck, and she can't find a place where she can find a part-time job.
In order not to drink the northwest wind, she sat on the side of the road and meditated. Half a day later, she realized that she hadn't received money for the books she entrusted to sell in Yunmofang, so she ran to the bookstore.
The door of Yunmofang was wide open, forming a square entrance. There were few people in the afternoon, and there were few guests inside.
The owner of the shop was not there, so Xu Zhen chatted with the servants to ask for money.
Servants look through the ledgers.
After checking, he told her angrily: "Not a single copy was sold."
Xu Zhen didn't believe it: "This is an imperial examination textbook, why can't it be sold? Are people so blind nowadays!"
The servant said: "What lack of vision! You wrote it yourself, and other scholars also wrote their imperial examination experience, and they sold out when they were put out!"
Xu Zhen was very sad, and said: "It's too blind, give it back to me, I won't sell it."
The servant had long thought it was taking up space, and wished she could take it back. Hearing what she said, he immediately went into the back room and brought the books out, saying, "Take it and take it."
Xu Zhen bent down to hold the book, and after picking it up, she realized that she had paid the custody fee. If she took it back, the study room would not refund the money, and she would lose money!
But because of face, I have to take it.
So she picked up two books and returned the rest: "The ones here are still here!" After saying that, she ran away.
The loess kicked up dust and rose behind her.
After being stunned for a while, the servant cursed on the spot: "Shameless! Shameless!!"
Xu Zhen was walking back with two books in her arms. The summer wind made her feel cold and icy.
If she had been a manual laborer in her previous life, she wouldn't have been hit so hard.
But in her previous life, she lived on knowledge and writing. She was originally a university professor, but she offended someone and went to a remote area to teach.
She worked as a high school teacher in the mountainous area for five years. After transmigrating, she first learned that the original owner was a vulgar man who was reviled by others.
What a shock!
Xu Zhen was very sad.
She thought of the salary paid by Qinglongshan Academy, and also thought of the tasks assigned by the system. Could it be that she really had to be cheeky to ask for a job
... Let's just bear with it.
The streets are noisy.
Someone pushed a cart out to set up a stall, placed minced meat and pork liver on the wooden wheeled cart, and put discs and big knives on it, standing shirtless beside the cart, as mighty as Guan Gong.
Xu Zhen glanced at the meat in the car, knowing that she couldn't afford it, so she didn't stop.
A few steps forward, there are Hu merchants selling grapes.
Xu Zhen hadn't eaten grapes for a long time, and felt itchy for a moment, she trotted over and asked how much it was.
Hu Shang had a thick accent and couldn't speak clearly.
Xu Zhen directly took out three coins and bought a small bunch.
That Hu businessman is chattering.
Xu Zhen thought that the little beggar at home was also a barbarian, so she asked the barbarian: "Which clan do you belong to?"
Hu Shang paused and said, "Hu Xia."
Xu Zhen asked: "Isn't Hu Xia in the north? How do you sell grapes?"
Hu Shang was chattering again, Xu Zhen couldn't understand, she nodded, and was about to go home when she suddenly saw two books in her arms.
She felt her eyes hurt, so she quickly took out a copy and handed it to Hu Shang, and said, "It's not easy to do business. You can read the imperial examination book and take the imperial examination next year."
Hu Shang chattered.
Xu Zhen was a little moved, and said, "You don't need to know my name, I'm just doing good deeds."
She said she was going to leave.
A woman's voice came from the side: "The price of the book is not cheap, why do you give it away for nothing?"
Xu Zhen turned her head to look, and saw a woman wearing a light green left lapel shirt and skirt with peach blossom makeup, holding a bag of food wrapped in lotus leaves in her hand.
Seems like a rich man.
Xu Zhen said honestly, "I can't sell it."
The woman asked, "You wrote it?"
Xu Zhen nodded: "I wrote it, maybe it was written so well that ordinary candidates couldn't understand it."
The woman smiled and said, "I rarely see you so shameless."
When she smiled, there was a peach blossom blooming on her face.
Xu Zhen is usually used to talking casually, and now she felt a little embarrassed, so she put another book in her hand into the woman's hand and said, "We are destined, this is for you."
The woman didn't shirk.
Seeing that she accepted it, Xu Zhen turned around and waved, carrying the grapes and leaving.
is a weirdo.
The woman in the green shirt commented inwardly, waiting for Xu Zhen to disappear, she raised her hand to read the book cover, and found that it said "Guide to Winning the Imperial Examination".
Although I don't quite understand what it means, but after careful consideration, it seems that I can feel a strange domineering.
She took the book and the lotus leaf bag, and continued to go to the wine shop to meet her friends.
The restaurant was full, so she went up to the second floor to find a private room.
While waiting for my friend, I read the book while holding it.
Unexpectedly, this book looks like a thin book, but it contains a lot of content. It includes the content of general subjects and system subjects, including arithmetic, astrology, economics, literature and so on.
There is a slight gap with the specific imperial examination items, but the difference is not big.
Looking at the details, this book is indeed interesting.
Most of the writings by other scholars are questions that have been tested in previous years, with their own opinions attached.
This book is different, it is a guessing question.
I guessed a bunch of questions that may be tested this year, and attached my own opinions. There are a lot of topics on Confucianism, and the answers are very detailed and comprehensive. The author should be a Confucian scholar.
The woman in the green shirt looked at it, and the more she read it, the more she felt that this book was not simple. Many places had unique insights and echoed the New Deal. Although it was not perfect, it gave people a sense of enlightenment.
Halfway through the pages, the small door of the private room was pushed open.
A woman in a red robe came in with a flagon tied around her waist, slapped on the soft bed, and said she wanted to drink.
The woman in the green shirt was very interested, before she ordered any wine, she handed the book to her friend and said, "I got a good book today!"
Friends disdain: "What about a good book, can it be eaten as a meal? Hurry up and order."
The woman in the green shirt said: "It's really a good book. Since you have become the prince of the state, you should also be exposed to the imperial examination papers. You might as well read this book."
The friend didn't believe it at all, so he took the book and flipped through it perfunctorily. After flipping through a few pages, he didn't see anything remarkable.
She was about to make a mockery, but turned the page back.
When he saw a certain line of words, he suddenly sat up straight, stared wide-eyed, froze for a moment, and continued to turn backwards.
The woman in the green shirt asked, "How?"
The friend looked up with a complex expression.
The woman in the green shirt urged: "Say it, how about it?"
The friend was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "This year's autumn test questions... It seems that many of them are in it."
Unexpectedly, the woman in the green shirt heard this sentence, and was extremely shocked. For a moment, she didn't know whether the imperial examination questions were leaked, or the writer was too powerful.
She asked, "Are you talking nonsense?"
The friend said: "I don't dare to talk nonsense about this matter." She looked solemn, completely sober from drinking, and read the book carefully, and soon found that not only the questions were similar, but even the answers were very neat, which was better than what she had read before. When it comes to the topic, some of the answers I think are more fashionable.
I'm afraid there is something wrong with this.
The woman in the green shirt said: "The one who wrote the book is a woman, she looks like she is only in her twenties, she doesn't dress up very much, she is a bit sloppy."
The friend asked: "Do you think she wrote it?"
The woman in the green shirt thought for a moment: "No, it's not like that."
The friend said: "I don't think so either."
She didn't think anyone in the world could guess the imperial examination questions.
The selection of imperial examination questions is extremely careful and meticulous, and it takes the Ministry of Rites a year to decide on the questions. How can it be possible for people to guess it casually
Someone must have leaked the title.
There is even a face to sell the book? Really shameless, but also lifeless!
The friend hated and disdainful in his heart, raised his hand and rolled the book into his lapel, and said, "I'll take the book back to read first."
She got up and was about to leave, when she suddenly thought of something, she turned back and said, "Do you remember what that person looked like? Draw it for me."
The woman in the green shirt didn't dare to joke with her friends, so she asked the servants to borrow paper and pens to draw for her.
On the rice paper, a few withered lines outline an abstract face.