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Chapter 73
The next morning, as soon as the city gate opened, He Laoer ran back to the village as soon as possible.

When he left, Yang Liang also woke up under the city wall. He shook his head and felt a little depressed.

He could have slept on a new quilt and sheets, but in the end he had to spend a night at the foot of the city wall.

After all, it is still too poor.

It’s a shame that I’m still wearing a long gown.

Yang Liang patted the dirt on his body and stood up, planning to complete the thief's challenge first.

As a result, I walked around the street and couldn't find a target to attack.

Yang Liang also suddenly realized it and secretly cursed himself for being too stupid. How could a really rich person wake up so early?

I'd better have some breakfast first and wait until the afternoon before taking action.

However, the system only gave me one day. Yesterday, I seemed to have entered the city before dark. In other words, I had to complete 10 wallet tasks before sunset.

8 more to go.

But there are no rich people on this street, and Yang Liang doesn't want to attack the poor.

After all, poor people may not have much money at all.

As the sun gradually emerges and the temperature rises, the streets gradually gain popularity.

Some people were selling firewood on their backs on the streets, while others were carrying bamboo baskets containing freshly picked vegetables.

Fishing, woodcutter, farming and reading.

Apart from this, there were no other impressive industries. Yang Liang looked into the distance and saw the smoke curling up from the kitchen stove. He finally realized that this was actually a very primitive world.

Children chase and fight in the street, women wash clothes with wooden basins, and men carry water on poles to the fields.

Many people live a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. When they stay in such an environment, their impetuous hearts gradually calm down.

……

Unconsciously, it was already afternoon, and the red sun was gradually setting in the west.

At this time, there were already crowds of people outside the city gate, all dressed in long robes. Some were holding books in their hands, and some were followed by book boys and servants, carrying food boxes with iced sour plum soup in their hands.

The scorching sun made people's mouths dry, and everyone kept shaking their folding fans and fanning themselves with their big sleeves.

But no one left, they just kept looking towards the west of the city.

At the end of the line of sight, a carriage covered with blue cloth suddenly appeared. In the carriage sat a young man driving the carriage, holding a bamboo pole in his hand.

A reddish-brown horse was pulling the cart, and a bell around its neck was dangling, making a tinkling sound.

"Is that Mr. Qiu Fangzhai's car?"

"probably."

"I didn't expect Mr. Qiu to be so simple."

After seeing this carriage, everyone straightened their backs at the same time. The heat just now was gone and they became energetic almost at the same time.

The local magistrate of Min'an County is named Long Xiaowu. He is in his forties. According to the custom at this time, his face has a carefully maintained beard.

Seeing the carriage appear, Long Xiaowu picked up his official uniform and rushed out immediately.

"The magistrate of Min'an County has been here to greet you sir for a long time."

The carriage suddenly stopped, and after a while, a hearty laughter came from the carriage.

The car curtain was opened, and a figure came out. He was wearing washed gray cloth, his face was full of wrinkles, but he was very bright.

"How can an old commoner dare to bother County Magistrate Long to greet him personally?"

"The old gentleman is famous all over the world. It is Mr. Long's blessing to be able to meet you."

"Haha, I'm just a handful of old bones." At this time, the people around him gathered around. They were all scholars from Min'an County. Some of them traveled dozens of miles just to see Qiu Fangzhai.

Although Qiu Fangzhai did not have an official status, he was very famous. It is said that many officials in the imperial court regarded him as a disciple.

Everyone felt bright in their faces when they could meet him.

"I didn't expect Mr. Qiu to be so frugal. I had already asked the post station to greet him early, but I didn't expect that Mr. Qiu came by himself." Long Xiaowu said respectfully.

"In this life, you can't eat more than the five tastes, and you can't sleep on the same bed. They are all just passing by." Qiu Fangzhai waved his hand: "I don't want to disturb them."

"Sir, you are far less open-minded than me." Long Xiaowu said, "I have arranged a banquet in the city, and I want to ask Mr. Qiu for advice."

Yang Liang stood in the distance, looking around, wondering why they haven't come yet.

"Mr. Qiu!"

At this time, a group of people suddenly broke out of the wild. As soon as they rushed out, they yelled and crowded towards us.

"Quick, protect Mr. Qiu."

The surrounding government officials rushed over at the same time, forming a human wall in front of Qiu Fangzhai.

When everyone came back to their senses and saw the appearance of these people, they were a little confused at the same time.

Some of them are tall and some are short. Some of them can't even afford a set of clothes, and there are holes in their buttocks.

Surprisingly, they all held a book in their hands. After being stopped by the yamen servant, they all knelt down and picked up the book.

"Mr. Qiu, we want to see Mr. Qiu."

"If I can meet Mr. Qiu, I will die without regrets."

"Meeting Mr. Qiu once is more exciting than eating ten bowls of rice!"

Long Xiaowu and his party were all confused, thinking, who are these people?

But Qiu Fangzhai waved his hand and asked the government officials to move aside.

"Why do you want to see me?" Qiu Fangzhai asked.

"gentlemen……"

He Laoer shook his head, remembering what Yang Liang taught him, and said according to the script: "We often read "The Poems of the Four Kingdoms" written by Mr., and although we have never really met Mr., it seems that we have seen him thousands of times. Today I finally met him. Sir, even if you let me die on the spot, I would be willing to do so."

"The principles in Sir's book are ringing in our ears every day, and every word is like a piece of gold, like thunder." Fang Daniu added: "Now that Sir is really in front of me, I can't be dreaming."

"You also read my books?" Qiu Fangzhai asked.

He Laoer nodded vigorously: "Mr.'s book contains subtle meanings. We often get together to discuss, recite and chew the words. They are more delicious than eating white rice."

"Oh haha." Qiu Fangzhai laughed out loud with joy.

Long Xiaowu said from the side: "Sir, it's getting late, so we'd better enter the city early. They are a bunch of lower-class people, they don't know how to study."

"Hey, what you said is wrong. Books are written by people, so of course everyone can read them. The more people there are, the more precious they are."

Literary men care less about profits than about fame. Qiu Fangzhai never thought that his books would be spread so widely and have such weight in the eyes of a group of country people.

He and a group of farmers were discussing the poetry of the Four Kingdoms in front of the city gate. After word spread, it would definitely be a good talk.

No matter how long it takes, this matter will spread throughout the region, and his reputation will rise to a higher level.

What's even more surprising is that this group of people is not aimless. They have actually read the poems of the Four Kingdoms that they have reviewed, and some of their views also make them feel bright.

I didn’t expect that someone I hate would have such great influence.

He pointed to the person closest to him and said, "By the way, what's your name?"

He Laoer immediately straightened his chest, followed Yang Liang's instructions to hit the snake on the stick, and said: "Teacher, my name is He Aqiang."

(End of this chapter)