Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

The largest bookstore in Shilu County is called "Yulin Bookstore", where more than half of the students in Shilu County gather.

There are various types of books in it.

Of course, most of these books are hand-copied.

If you want to quote scriptures and consult historical books, this is the best place to go.

At the same time, it also provides convenience for many poor students.

Those students were not from wealthy families, and their families tightened their belts to provide them with education, hoping that they would be respected by others in the future, so that they would not be like me, who could not read a single word.

They often come to bookstores to find some work to do. The bookstores will provide some books for these students to select and copy.

Depending on the difficulty of copying the book, the neatness of the handwriting, the neatness of the writing, and the speed of copying, the bookstore will give you a price ranging from six to twelve words per day.

However, after all, these students still account for a small part, and the vast majority of scholars have more or less a little money at home.

The bookstore is very large and divided into several areas.

Today is a class day in the college, and it is not break time yet, so there are not many people in the library at this time.

look around.

In front of the square table, an old scholar sat upright.

He has a gray beard, wears a brown gown, and has a strong bookish air about him.

People call him Mr. Han.

Yan Yi came closer and gave a respectful junior salute.

Just about to ask.

Mr. Han has raised his head.

Those eyes are really small, focused, and bright.

The young man in front of me is so good-looking that even Mr. Han at his age was stunned for a moment.

Moreover, the young man behaves very elegantly and is undoubtedly a scholar.

"I've never seen you before."

"This junior is coming to Shilu County for the first time."

Mr. Han nodded: "Go over there for research, go here to buy books, and discuss things later..."

"Junior wants to find some books to copy." Yan Yi directly explained his purpose.

Mr. Han has lived a long life and rarely makes mistakes.

He observed that Yan Yi behaved well and had an extraordinary bearing. Although the clothes he wore were not made of expensive materials, they were spotless.

Coupled with the nobility exuding from Yan Yi's body, Mr. Han never thought of him as a student from a poor family.

"I don't know who my little friend is from?"

"I never became a disciple."

What Yan Yi said was true.

In the past, Zhang Guilan, for some unknown reason, strongly disapproved of his studying.

Yan Yi's feeling at that time was that Zhang Guilan just wanted him to grow up safely.

No matter how many people in the family interfered openly or covertly, he never became a husband.

And the reason why he was able to get the grade of Xiao Sanyuan was purely because of his brain capacity.

He seems to have a brain built for exams.

As for households with five guarantees at that time, it was not difficult. If you had money, you would not be afraid of not being able to get things done.

It was also he who won three yuan in a row. Zhang Guilan changed his normal attitude and became a strong supporter of his study.

But now he is just a poor man, and his scientific examination results have been cancelled.

And he did not have a teacher, either before or now.

Mr. Han was stunned again.

Yan Yi has already let him look away twice.

Originally, Mr. Han thought that Yan Yi was a disciple of some famous gentleman.

Mr. Han shook his head and thought: What a pity.

Without a background, no teachers, and no money, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything.

"You can copy the books in the rows over there. You can choose the books you want. You can copy them here, or you can take them away. If you take them away, you need to pay a deposit first."

Yan Yi nodded to express understanding.

Say goodbye to Mr. Han and go get the book.For Yan Yi, there is no requirement for the content of the book.

So he walked to the bookshelf and picked up a random book, then returned to Mr. Han to register.

He can still copy for half a day today.

As for the evening, I'm afraid I have to pay a deposit to take the book away.

A book Yan Yi picked up at random was "The Book of Changes" from the Four Books and Five Classics.

It is known as "the hand of the scriptures and the source of the great road".

It is also one of the main contents of the imperial examination.

However, this book is philosophically profound. If 1 people read it, there will be [-] interpretations, but it is difficult to understand.

Mr. Han checked in and gave Yan Yi paper and pen. Yan Yi was copying quietly at the desk on the side.

Time passes unconsciously.

People came one after another to the bookstore, and many people were attracted by Yan Yi and stopped to watch.

It was actually written in Yan Yi's handwriting, and it was surprisingly beautiful.

The pen and ink he used were obviously very ordinary, but he was able to write "the flowing clouds are like running water, and the strokes are like clouds of smoke". It seems casual and casual, but it has a leisurely and decisive meaning.

When writing, remove the glitz and keep the true meaning.

It attracts people unconsciously.

When Mr. Han saw people surrounding Yan Yi, he couldn't help but come to take a look.

At first glance, I was attracted by Yan Yi's words.

The brush strokes are free and easy, the ink is as white as jade, and the shades are appropriate.

He hadn't seen such outstanding writing in many years.

Everyone speaks like a person.

Mr. Han looked at Yan Yi again and couldn't help but nod: Indeed, the words are just like the person.

He couldn't help but feel a love for talent.

Yan Yi has a good nature. No matter who is watching next to him, he can continue writing as if no one else is watching.

Not long after, a few people entered the bookstore, and you could tell by the Confucian shirts they wore that they were scholars.

It's just that the clothes these scholars wear look like expensive materials.

There was only one child, who was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked ordinary.

At this time, he was following him without speaking, but with a flattering look on his face.

He also discovered Yan Yi.

After being stunned for a moment, a trace of hatred flashed in the boy's eyes.

It was him, Yan Yi, who occupied the bullock cart and prevented him and his mother from getting on the cart. He almost couldn't come to Shilu County.

If he fails to become a disciple, his genius will be buried.

Many times, if a lie is told enough, it becomes true.

Just like Ma Hongtu's mentality now, he feels that he can really compose a poem in seven steps and speak it into words.

It seems that Ma Hongtu has already become a disciple, and the people around him are his classmates.

Among these scholars, there is another one in the center, like a star holding the moon, and he is the leader at a glance.

After Ma Hongtu said a few words to the leader, he raised his chin and came to Yan Yi arrogantly.

"Do you still remember me?" Ma Hongtu's tone was full of uncontrollable excitement.

He will be a scholar from now on, a serious scholar!
"Let me tell you, you snatched my car seat this morning, which almost made me unable to become a disciple. I will settle this debt with you slowly!"

Yan Yi didn't even look at him.

Not to mention that Mahone was talking to himself there.Like an ignorant clown.

Mahontu was unhappy.

How dare Yan Yi, a bastard with poor legs, ignore him?

From now on, he will make Yan Yi cry and admit his mistake!

"We'll see." After saying these words, Ma Hongtu left in embarrassment.

Ma Hongtu followed the scholars and went to the back, where the discussion area was.

There must be something to discuss. (End of chapter)