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Chapter 55 The dogs stopped barking

Soon, Yang Liang discovered a terrible fact. He seemed to have become a recognized joke in the eyes of the villagers.

The land is no longer planted, the fields are all abandoned, and the stalks of mugwort are growing taller than people.

The once irrepressible man, the master who worked hard with his feet in the mud, suddenly changed his appearance and became literate, reading some obscene words and songs in the room.

That's not what a fool is.

There was already a fool in the village before, the famous Niu Dewang, and now there is another fool who can be regarded as a successor.

If Niu Dewang is the big fool, then Yang Liang is the second fool.

However, Yang Liang is much larger than Niu Dewang, and sometimes everyone can't figure out who is the big fool and who is the second fool.

"Hands into the reeds by the wrists, blowing out the lamp with a shy smile.

The golden needle pierced the pistil of the peach blossom, and I didn't dare to frown loudly. "

The summer is hot, and even when night falls, there is not much coolness.

Yang Liang read loudly. His strength was strong and his voice was bright. The sound of his reading was sonorous and powerful. It spread throughout Niujia Village in the dark night, and even the dogs in the village stopped barking.

"Don't let me sleep anymore, don't let me sleep anymore."

Aunt Wang was already yelling: "If you read these dirty words every day, you will lead all the dogs in the village to spoil."

"He is a lunatic, what are you doing to him?"

Wang Erhu muttered that after experiencing the bandits causing havoc in Niujia Village, his temperament changed drastically and he became more open-minded.

"I've been so sexy all day long, and I don't know who I want to hook up with." Aunt Wang muttered.

"Hey, there are quite a few young girls and young wives in our village who fell in love with him. I heard..."

The two of them were whispering in private under the covers. Suddenly, Wang Erhu's expression changed: "Listen, someone knocked on Er Lunzi's door."

dong dong dong.

In the night, the knock on the door was particularly clear and powerful.

"Who would come looking for him in the middle of the night, and why would they look for him?"

Wang Erhu muttered: "I'll go take a look."

"Oh, what are you worrying about?"

Aunt Wang scolded her twice, and she saw that Wang Erhu had already put on his clothes and got out of bed, stepping on the upside-down water tank at the door, sticking his head out and looking out quietly.

I saw a woman coming to the door of Yang Liang's house and knocking gently.

"Who is it?" Aunt Wang muttered.

"Hey, why are you here? Keep your voice down so that no one can hear you."

They peeked out their heads furtively, saw Yang Liang coming to the door, and opened it.

At this time, Li Alian stood outside the door with a sad look on her face and wearing a filial piety on her body.

She was so frightened by the incident with the bandits that she has not returned to normal yet.

After seeing her, Yang Liang's heart tightened and he said, "Auntie, what's the matter with you?"

"A Liang, I heard that you are studying. Can you write a letter for me?" Li Alian said: "I have a cousin who runs an inn in the county. I want to go to him, so I will write a letter to ask for directions first."

After Zhao Quan died, Li Alian also became helpless. They were not locals and did not even have a piece of land in Niujia Village.

"I can't write."

"Well, aren't you going to study and take the No. [-] exam?" Li Alian said in surprise.

"I can read but not write." Yang Liang said, "I'm already learning."

Li Alian was a little confused, not knowing whether Yang Liang was serious or joking.Suddenly, she understood in her mind that Yang Liang probably didn't want to help, so she made an excuse.

Since Zhao Quan's death, the people who still come around him either want to take advantage of him or they look down on him from the bottom of their hearts.

Yang Liang probably belongs to the latter.

"Auntie, if you don't plant my land first, I won't do it anyway."

"I farmed, what did you do?"

"I'm studying."

"But don't you know how to write?"

"I'm already learning." Yang Liang said, "When I learn how to write, I will help you write letters."

"Uh... Okay." Li Alian was still feeling sad just now, but now she felt a little pitiful for Yang Liang.

There's probably something wrong with my brain.

After seeing Li Alian away, Yang Liang returned to the house.Now there are papers scattered on the floor of his room, there is a scent of ink in the air, and there is a pile of Hua Cong poems piled on top of the kang.

Finally, I feel like a scholar.

Yang Liang placed the book in his hand on the kang table and waved his hand to open the system light curtain.

Name: Yang Liang

Occupation: Scholar

Age: 17/66
Professional talent: Don’t know whether to live or die

Deputy job: thief

Destiny Coin: 81
Yang Liang breathed a sigh of relief. Studying was indeed more profitable than farming. In less than half a month, he had saved 81 destiny coins.

He opened the taskbar again and found three tasks hanging on it:

Task [-]: Participate in the imperial examination

Task [-]: Copy the book
Task 2: Write a letter for someone, and you will be rewarded with [-] destiny coins for each letter.

As for the task of [reading], it has been transformed into a daily task like the pig, and can be completed repeatedly.

It seems that it is time for me to learn to write. As a scholar, it is not enough to only read but not write.

He lit the oil lamp, spread out the paper and pen, sharpened the ink, took a book of Huacong poems, and copied them carefully.

But strangely enough, an ordinary brush is heavier than a hoe when lifted.In addition, the characters of the Dasheng Dynasty were complicated and complicated, and Yang Liang's writing was crooked. The last large piece of paper was scrapped, and Yang Liang could not write a word well.

It's not easy.

Yang Liang wiped the sweat from his face and felt more tired than hoeing an acre of land.

He opened the career shop to see if he could find anything to help him.

Song of Righteousness: Read the books of sages and do benevolent and righteous deeds. The more righteous your mind is, the greater the power of this technique. The sage said: I nourish my awe-inspiring righteousness.

Price: 3000 destiny coins.

Poetic Sword Technique: Put poetry into your sword technique, like a dragon, graceful like a startling giant. When you use Poetic Sword Technique, you will be the most dazzling existence.

Price: 1800 destiny coins.

This scholar's professional store is indeed very different from a farmer's professional store. Just one item can be bought in hundreds or even thousands.

Yang Liang is reminded of how poor he is all the time.

This also reminded Yang Liang of another thing. There was still a lot to explore in the profession of farmer, and he was too reckless in changing jobs.

But things have passed and it is too late to regret.

I still need to dig deeper into the career of scholar and understand its essence before changing careers.

What I have to do now is to learn calligraphy first.

Yang Liang flipped through them one after another, and finally found an introduction to regular script.

This world also contains regular script, running script, and cursive script, as well as poems and songs, but they are inconsistent with the world Yang Liang knows.

An introduction to regular script, priced at 82 destiny coins.

Yang Liang picked up another Hua Cong poetry collection and read it aloud.

“If you don’t let people sleep, if you don’t let people sleep, the dogs won’t bark anymore.

Tian Erhu almost collapsed.

[The mission is completed and a destiny coin will be awarded]

Yang Liang breathed a sigh of relief and chose to buy.

[Confirm acquisition? 】

Yang Liang chose to confirm.

A skill book turned into bursts of light dust and integrated into Yang Liang's body.

Yang Liang picked up the pen again, and the feeling was completely different from the previous one. He seemed to have established a connection with the bald pen and could use it like a finger.

(End of this chapter)