I became a saint with idle books

The time dimension is September, and the order belongs to the three autumns.

The temperature in the early morning was a little cold, but it could not resist the enthusiasm of the businessman. There are 360 squares in Zhongjing City, and the smell of food wafts on every road. When a gust of wind blows, the pepper-filled spicy soup refreshes the mind, and the aroma of large flapjacks sprinkled with sesame seeds is appetizing. The long-established ramen restaurants shouting “two fine” and “red soup”, as if they can make the business more prosperous, and the stalls on the street with piping hot oil pots are not to be outdone, and the pickled food is thrown into the oil pot, making a noise, rolling and frying, and the oil is crispy. In this side box, the well-dressed little family Jasper puts on various handmade pastries, which are exquisite, and you can smell the sweetness in the air a few steps closer; Over there, the heroic ** man fished out a piece of rotten meat from the cauldron, chopped it, poured a spoonful of red oil juice, wrapped it in dough cakes, packed lotus leaves, and handed it to the buyer…

At this time, the tea house restaurant on the street also pulled down the signboard, with the gilded characters “wake up early”, Xiao Er stood at the door with a smile on his face, a water basin in front of him, the heat in the basin went straight out, Xiao Er shouted in his mouth: “Wake up early…”

With this shout, Sheng Sheng woke up the entire Zhongjing.

“Wake up early” is a custom in Zhongjing. But anyone who is not wrapped in a bite of hot food and rushes to work, will carry his favorite breakfast food, come to this tea house, wash his face with water in a hot water basin, walk in, pick a seat and sit down, listen to the gentleman on the stage read the imperial court’s newspaper, break down the current situation, and slowly start the day, which is “waking up early”.

When Daxuan founded the country, some officials proposed that “waking up early” was that the people of Pingtou were arguing about the imperial government, so please wake up early. Taizu angrily said that the people of the world did not know the affairs of the world, and even sent the eunuchs in the palace to settle in various tea houses and taverns under the leadership of the chief eunuch, and recited the daily performances except for confidential and important matters to the people for seven consecutive days, which made the official shut up. Since then, everyone who goes out to “wake up early” can proudly shake his head, his thumb, and shout “wake up early” with three points of pride and three points of defiance, which is very domineering.

……

Nan Yuan Xi held a flapjack in his mouth and walked quickly through the crowd. Last night, Xiao Lotus somehow lost her temper and tossed herself all night, only to let herself get up three quarters of an hour late.

Thinking of Xiao Lotus, Nan Yuanxi felt a gentleness in her heart. He never imagined that in the land of fireworks, he would find the love of his life. What about the woman in the Qinglou, if he could, he wished that he would marry Xiao Hexiang Mingzheng tomorrow, and carry the big sedan into the house.

It’s just that Xiao Hexiang’s redemption is too high.

Nan Yuan sighed fiercely and chewed a mouthful of flapjacks. His Nan family, when the country was founded, was prominent for a while, and the ancestors also produced great Confucian figures, how can it be that one generation is not as good as the next, passed down for hundreds of years, and in his generation, he finally returned to the light, allowing him to awaken the talent of “reading through”. It is a pity that his talent is limited, and after twenty years of study, he stopped at the “pen realm”. He thought that he still lacked the teachings of famous teachers, so he sold his family property and traveled thousands of miles to Zhongjing City.

But what is Zhongjingcheng? A thousand-year-old capital, the land of the first good. He has no power and low talent, so naturally he can’t even find a way to post.

In order to make connections, he frequently held literary meetings, but the people who participated were also comparable to him, and in the blink of an eye, there was no progress in the worship of the teacher, and most of the money on his body had been consumed.

In the end, someone said that they could help him find an errand copied by Wenchang Pavilion, but he needed a lot of money. At that time, Nanyuan Xi was like grasping the last straw, pouring out his pockets, and finally the bamboo basket was empty, and he was coaxed into money.

When all thoughts were in ashes, it was Xiao Hexiang who pulled Nanyuan Xiang, who wanted to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river. This Qinglou woman had participated in Nanyuanxi’s literary meetings several times before, and was captivated by Nanyuanxi’s lofty talk.

The concubine thought that Lang Jun was not good at poetry and scripture, but rather penetrated into the analysis of current affairs, and the boring official documents were vivid and easy to understand in Lang Jun’s mouth. Why don’t Lang Jun take the position of ‘Mr. Shuowen’, maybe he can get the green eyes of nobles. No matter how bad it is, you can save some money to survive. ”

Xiao Hexiang’s words woke up the dreamer.

Mr. Shuowen is a profession born with the custom of “waking up early”. They took the imperial palace newspaper and read it to the guests who came to wake up early, and Mr. Wen, who was a little higher-level, could also analyze the hidden secrets that were not written in the palace newspaper, and even predict the trend of current affairs. Being able to be named “Sir” is enough to show his high status, and even from time to time there are even things that say that Mr. Wen is favored by nobles and recommended to join the DPRK or be accepted as a staff member.

Nanyuan Xi listened to Xiao Hexiang’s guidance, and really found a way out suitable for his strengths, this is only half a year of hard work, the name of “Painting Mouth Nansheng” is a little famous, and now he is Mr. Shuwen of “Beifeng Lou”, one of the top ten awakening morning teahouses in Zhongjing, with a monthly capital of 30 taels of silver.

Yesterday, I heard that there was an important newspaper today, and I don’t know what it is, but being late is a taboo for Mr. Wen. So Nan Yuanxi quickened his pace again…

……

“Fellow guests, Nansheng is polite. Hurrying up, Nan Yuanxi finally arrived at the North Wind Tower in time, took the newspaper that had just been copied from the treasurer, and hurried to the stage.

“Mr. Nan, a certain family saw you running wildly on the road, but last night you were entangled with the little lotus fragrance and forgot the hour! “There are familiar morning guests laughing below, which attracts a kind of laughter.

“Don’t talk nonsense! There were also fans of Nan Yuanxi who retorted, “If you are entangled with Xiao Lotus, Mr. Nan will definitely not be able to get out of bed in the morning, how can he run all the way…”

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Nanyuan Xi:( ̄ェ ̄;)

Your Excellency, are you defending me? My Nanyuan is so useless in your eyes?

Nan Yuan coughed twice and signaled the audience to be quiet.

“Guys, let’s get down to business later, let’s get down to business and talk about today’s newspaper.” Nan Yuanxi forcibly held his respect, picked up the newspaper in his hand, just glanced at it, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face, and then he read it several times.

Some guests below were impatient and shouted, “Mr. Nan, what’s wrong?” But the barbarians invaded? ”

Someone else answered: “Could it be that the demon clan is fighting the autumn wind again?” ”

Nan Yuanxi quickly gathered his mind and put the Di Bao down, in this short time, he had completely written down the Di Pao.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a demon barbarian. There is only one thing in the newspaper today, my Majesty Daxuan canonized Chen Luo Chen Dongliu of Wan’an County in Qingzhou as Wan’anbo! ”

There was an uproar underneath.

“Chen Luo? What people? I haven’t heard of it! ”

“Wan Anbo, this is a knighthood? Isn’t it the most taboo to knighthood with real power today? ”

“I have an ancestral system, and I cannot be knighted unless I have meritorious service. Where is this Chen Luogong? ”

“What age is Chen Luo? Is it Confucianism, is it Tao? ”

Nan Yuan Xi took advantage of the noise of everyone, took a sip of tea, suppressed the surprise in his heart, made a gesture to suppress it, and the voice below gradually quieted down, and Nan Yuan Xi continued to speak.

“Chen Luo, nineteen years old, after Zhong Lie, wrote a strange text “Zhong Kui’s Brief Biography”, which can be recited to ward off ghosts, and those who do not have the talent to read through can also recite it. ”

“The full text is as follows——”

……

Almost at the same time, all the awakening tea houses in Zhongjing, all the Mr. Wen slowly read out the “Legend of Zhong Kui”.

“Zhong Kui, a native of Junnanshan in Shaanxi, was talented when he was young…”

At the same time, at the Wansheng Gate of Zhongjing City, a horse-drawn carriage slowly drove into Zhongjing.

Sitting in the carriage, Great Ru Weiyan, the newly promoted Wan Anbo——

Chen Luo!