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Chapter 54 Huh? ? ?
It's just that no one buys the poetry collections printed in these publications. It's hard enough to wipe one's buttocks, so it's just right for papering windows.

Booksellers usually package them at a low price.

Yang Liang used a small amount of money to exchange dozens of copies.

He was carrying a pole, with grain in front and books behind him, both of which were heavy and swaying under the weight of the pole.

But for Yang Liang, this is nothing.

"A Liang, what did you choose?"

As soon as he entered the village, Yang Liang met Wang Erhu, who was gathering with a group of people.

"Book."

"What are you picking books for?" Wang Erhu asked curiously: "They are used to plaster the walls. If you ask me, your shabby house should have been tidied up long ago."

"I want to study, I want to take the top exam." Yang Liang said firmly.

"what?"

Wang Erhu was stunned for a moment, and the surrounding villagers quieted down, then remained silent for a while, and laughed at the same time.

"A Liang is getting better and better at joking."

"Okay, young people are not intimidated by bandits and can still joke. Young people should have such vigor."

"I really want to take the top prize."

"Hahaha."

"Stop teasing me, I haven't eaten yet this morning."

Yang Liang shook his head and walked home with a pole. He walked very far, and the laughter of the villagers did not stop.

In Niujia Village, there is not much culture of writing essays, and people are even ashamed of reading. The main person responsible for this is Niu Dewang.

Niu Dewang is really a fool. After studying for so many years, he is not even a child.And he concentrated on studying and ignored everything at home, including this time when bandits invaded the village and Niu's house was almost burned down. He didn't even show up. When he escaped, he still held a volume of books.

Therefore, villagers often use him as a role model to educate their children.

[Reading is useless, it’s better than picking up two baskets of dung]

[If you read any more, I will knock your head off]

Yang Liang returned home carrying a blue cloth bundle. He steamed the yellow rice first, then opened the blue cloth bundle and began to sort out the books he purchased this time.

One, two, three... He counted them carefully. There were 56 books, and they were moderately thick. Each book had more than 1000 words, but not too many.

In Yang Liang's eyes, this is not a book at all, but a mine waiting to be dug.

【Knowledge is wealth】

Yang Liang understood this sentence more deeply.

Before the yellow rice was steamed, he couldn't wait to take out a book and read it aloud.

The system also has strict requirements for reading, which requires a strong spirit, a loud voice, and full of emotion.

If you want to be vague and muddle through, you can't do it.

"When the jasper breaks the melon, the love becomes upside down."

Ok?
Yang Liang realized something was wrong and started reading the next song:
"The eighteenth-year-old girl's body looks like a crisp, and she has a long sword hanging from her waist to kill the foolish man."

Um? ?

Another song:
"As soon as I touch my hair, blue clouds cover half of the sky."

Ok? ? ?
Yang Liang opened the cover of the book and saw several beautiful small words written on it:
Mrs. Flower's poem manuscript.

In this era, there were prostitutes with half-open doors, and there were also arty courtesans who accompanied their guests by playing lyrics and composing music.

The latter is more demanding and more expensive than the former.

No matter what profession you work in, you need to be famous, and you often publish them in groups to boost your own worth.

Yang Liang flipped through the book he bought. On the cover were written "The Story of Xiao Ting Fang", "Poems of Picking Lotus", "Record of the Beauties of Qinfang Courtyard"...

Oops!

Yang Liang put his hand on his forehead. He had been deceived by the bookseller. At that time, he was only looking for cheap money, but he forgot to check who the original authors of these books were.

Now that the money has been spent, with my current financial conditions, I can't ask for too much.

Yang Liang opened the book "Mrs. Hua's Poems" and continued reading. "If you want me to come, that kid won't come. Your walls are high and forts are set up everywhere."

Next door, Wang Erhu's house.

The family is eating around the table.

The rice is just a pot of gruel, and the vegetables are just a plate of pickles.

The sound of reading loudly from next door reached here. Wang Yindi frowned and sighed thoughtfully: "Brother Liang reads so well."

"Go, go, what do you know?"

Wang Erhu shook the hand holding the chopsticks and said: "Why did you suddenly go crazy like this and stop letting people eat?"

"Brother Liang is studying." Wang Yindi said.

"I have nothing to do but read some books, and I don't plant the land anymore. The grass has grown so tall." Wang Erhu said.

"Brother Liang wants to take the first prize."

"What are you doing to take the top exam?"

Wang Yindi glanced at Wang Huandi and murmured in a low voice: "He likes the eldest sister, and he can only marry the eldest sister if he wins the first prize."

Wang Huandi frowned slowly, and after a while she uttered one word: "He?"

"Pooh!"

Wang Erhu spat hard and said, "He is the only one who wants to take the exam for the number one scholar. He doesn't even know how to write the word number one scholar."

"Dad, do you know?" Wang Zhaodi, the youngest, asked curiously.

"I do not know either."

"Young man named Yang, why don't you let people eat? There are children here!"

Not long after, Aunt Wang's curses could be heard next door.

"Don't call me lover loudly. I opened the door to the ground and welcomed you into the house with a smile."

"You little bastard, are you deliberately looking for trouble? There will be no end in sight."

The sound of reading and the sound of cursing on the street come and go, creating an interesting contrast to each other.

Yang Liang opened the handy kettle, took a sip, and quietly moistened his throat.

This useful kettle is indeed useful, but it is no longer filled with water, but with wine just brought from the city.

Yang Liang has been in a mess lately. When he calms down, he always thinks of Li Juhong and has to drink some wine to relieve his worries.

The wine was put in a convenient kettle, and it was cool. Yang Liang's burning throat felt a little better.

He had never thought that reading aloud would be quite laborious.

Yang Liang unknowingly used the rice transplanting skill, and a breath of hot air circulated through the internal organs.

Dark night enveloped Niujia Village. In the night, apart from the barking of dogs and the croaking of frogs, there was the sound of Yang Liang reading aloud.

"Sitting alone in the study with hands as a wife, this feeling is not known to outsiders."

Before dawn, the farmer went to the fields with a hoe on his back. At this time, accompanied by the crow of the chicken, the sound of Yang Liang's reading also sounded again.

"Why are you crazy, idiot Yang? It's so early in the morning and you're not letting anyone sleep."

"I heard that he wants to study and take the top prize?"

"What? Why does he still want to take the No. [-] exam and not urinate to show off his appearance? This is not because the ancestral graves are emitting smoke and the ancestral graves are exploding themselves."

"Maybe he was frightened and stimulated by the bandits."

"There is already a fool in our village, why does another fool appear?"

Yang Liang turned a deaf ear to the villagers' comments and continued to go his own way, patiently brushing his destiny coins at home.

I just occasionally meet people in the village, and everyone always likes to tease him: "A Liang, how are you doing in your studies? When will you win the top prize?"

"When you win the top prize, don't forget about us."

"By then, our village will also become rich and prosperous."

(End of this chapter)