"The four people face each other in the morning and evening, and they are still not too late."

"When the begonia and peonies in the pavilion were in full bloom, tourists came one after another in previous years. In those years, they all looked out of the garden and did not dare to knock on the door, for fear of disturbing the curtain of the book."

"Once you set up a mat and hold a book on the bottom of a flower, and read it on a lie down. Sometimes you can move the desk to copy the ancient Dharma books."

After reading it, Su Ziji stood in front of the window and looked thoughtfully. At dusk, the ancient county town was not as simple as Su Ziji thought. From a distance, you can see that the city wall was not very high, only two feet tall, not large in scale, but there were many pedestrians, and it was densely populated, with shops in the streets and alleys, hawkers and peddlers hawking, and the snow was trampled to pieces, and the snow in the shops was swept. Some shops even piled up into snow lions, and the snow was attracted to customers, making them angry.

Unfortunately, no matter how prosperous this prosperity is, it does not belong to me, which makes Su Ziji feel sad. He stared at a book scripture in his hand, smiled bitterly, and sighed for a long time: "I am alone in a foreign land for a stranger!"

Su Ziji's original name is Su Ji.

Chinese people in the 21st century passed the civil service exam, drank more alcohol, and stayed up all night, but didn't know why they died.

Then he was reincarnated into this world in a daze, growing up in a daze, studying, the Su family is said to be a big family, but by the time his father's generation was ruined, he barely got a scholar exam. His father died a while ago, and he could still bear a thin coffin, but the wild Taoist from the neighbors came to his house and said that a filial son was a filial son, so he deceived him and borrowed 15 taels.

"This is usury!"

The monthly interest rate is 3 minutes, and the profit is rising. When the March deadline expires, it becomes 33 taels. Is this really an idiot? Will there be a good end to borrowing usury?

Even though he thought this way, he felt unwilling to accept it. Even if he woke up now, he still remained in his mind. Su Ziji silently experienced it, controlled its influence, and continued to sort out his memory from the perspective of awakening.

"Rebirth does not bring any plug-in, but this half of the red sandalwood porch has been put into my heart, but it brings a plug-in. This encounter is so magical!"

Su Ziji was forced by the creditor and accidentally fell and handed over it. He stained half of the ancestral red sandalwood with blood, and finally woke up.

A dream of fifteen years is really a dream.

Three days of rebirth, he absorbed memories and had a basic understanding of the world. The Wei Dynasty of the previous dynasty was 484 years, which was far more than 300 years. However, no matter how prosperous it was, the destiny was still there. At that time, due to the failure of the imperial examination several times, Ji Zicheng, who was a patrol officer in the county, seized the opportunity, carried a three-foot sword, and swept the world.

In addition, he established the Zheng Dynasty under the name of his ancestors being the king of Zheng State, and the reign of the name Qingwu.

Zheng Taizu reigned for eleven years, and the prince succeeded to the throne, with the reign of Chengshou. He reigned for 17 years, and Kaienke was already a prosperous era.

"In the peaceful and prosperous era, I value culture over military affairs. I am the only one who is poor. Fortunately, I have external cheats." A "bang" outside interrupted Su Ziji's recollection. He looked at the house, where there were messy miscellaneous items, a bundle of bamboo strips, and a few kites. This was the source of his father's money before. He felt hungry in his stomach. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and stroked the book in his hand. With a "buzz", half of the red sandalwood drifted up on the manuscript.

Half a piece of red sandalwood is originally a physical body, but when it is put into the mind, it becomes a virtual body, a bit like a refined natal magic weapon. It was not in this form at the beginning. After being polished, it became this data box based on the most scientific way I think it was the most scientific way.

"Some are like systems, but there is no task at all. In fact, it is the external appearance transformed by my mind."

"Everyone has different feelings, and I still like simple and clear reports—or data boxes the most."

Su Ziji's eyes were lowered, and he saw half of the red sandalwood, which was a phantom, almost overlapping with the manuscript, floating in his sight with a faint green light, and a line of green words jumped up on the manuscript: "Discovering 'ritual', do you absorb this skill?"

"yes."

"The rituals have been learned and the thirteen scriptures have been obtained. Are they combined?"

"yes!"

"The Thirteen Sutras merge into the Four Books and Five Sutras, and you will gain the meaning of the scriptures!"

"Four Books and Five Classics Level 3, 2583/3000"

Su Ziji has actually been awake for three days. He relied on this inexplicable plug-in to learn "The Great Learning", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "The Analects of Confucius", and "Mencius". He also obtained the skill of "basic small regular script" and integrated what he had learned before, and he had level 3!

Level 3, can you try it?

My heart is a little lingering!

However, this skill can only be drawn from handwritten manuscripts, and the ownership must be owned by oneself. Fortunately, the family has no money, and the study materials are copied out by the father and followed the rules of the father giving birth to a son, so this gain is achieved.

As soon as he thought about it, he saw the door open. A little girl came in. She had the key, and she was holding a thick outer robe, holding a greasy paper bag in her hand. She trotted around the courtyard and shouted: "Su Ziji, where are you?"

When he saw Su Ziji, he put his thick outer robe on the table and put his hips on his hips and shouted: "Hmph, Dad said, "Boy Ziqiu will be in a few days, and I will give you clothes and meat patties. Have you been sicker? Can you take the exam?"

"I have read the scriptures in the past two days and I am familiar with them. There is no problem..." Su Ziji smiled and didn't care about her voice.

Ye Su's family had close contacts. After his father's death, the Ye family helped many things. In order to subsidize himself, he even asked himself to go to Ye's bookstore to read the shop. In fact, he gave himself a portion of grain and rice for free. He was unconscious a few days ago and even sent food every day.

The boss Ye Weihan is in poor health, and this little girl always sends her.

Su Ziji thought of this and took a look. This was a little girl, only fourteen years old, with a small body, a small face as big as a palm, a crescent eye, two dimples on her cheeks, long hair tied in a bun, and two strands drooped from the side of her ears. She was a beautiful baby, but her expression was fierce. As she said that, she pushed a pair of small hands, stuffed a bag of oil paper into Su Ziji's hand, turned her face sideways, and looked at a package on the desk with her feet.

This is Ye Buhui. Even if he put his feet on his feet, his chest was only at the desk. It was a pity that her chest was flat enough. Su Ziji visually formed a right-angle relationship with the desktop.

"What are you looking at!" Ye Buhui said a little irritable tone. He glared at Su Ziji, snatched the cloth bag on the table, untied the three chess scores, and then his expression cleared a little: "Thank you, this is your father's belonging. I shouldn't have asked you to lend it out. I owe you a favor."

"Why are you polite?" Su Ziji knew very well that these chess scores were big dealers, so how could the Ye family have no such thing as borrowing books? The so-called borrowing of books is just about coming and going, allowing himself to accept the gift with peace of mind. This intention made him feel dazed.

In a trance, Ye Buhui raised his eyes to look at him and nagged: "Hurry up, now if you don't go to the store, you're all here."

"Who is Dengtuzi?"

"Who else, Tan's family, has just been to the store every day after they become the toll."

"I'll drive him away!" Su Ziji raised his head and said seriously.

"Can you still drive him away? Let's talk about it when you take the exam for the scholar!" Ye Buhui glanced, his face and ears burned slightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked a little charming. At this moment, a knock on the door came from outside, interrupting the conversation.

"who?"

"My nephew, it's me!"

It sounded a bit familiar, Ye Buhui opened the door, and with a "rattle", the wooden door opened, a middle-aged Taoist, but there was no official trace between the sleeves and collar of the robe, and he carried an oil bag in his hand, which seemed to be a gift.

The wild Taoist casually glanced at Ye Buhui and shouted: "Nephew Su Xian, I was a family friend with your father. I had something to do a while ago and didn't have time to come. Now I'm here to visit."

"Oh, it's a pity that your father is full of talent, but he died young without being promoted. It's really a pity." The wild Taoist said, and made progress, put the oil bag on the table, shook the mulberry paper, and there was a piece of fat and oily braised meat inside. He smiled and said, "Come on, eat a piece of meat to replenish your body. Your father used to buy it, alas!"

Su Ziji thanked him and smiled warmly: "Although I haven't seen you a few times, I'm not only my father's friend, but I'm also sitting there. Although it's cold here, it's much better than the snowy days outside."

The wild Taoist smiled and looked at him. Seeing the table facing the south window, with inkstone paper and pens piled up, scissors and paste, but the so-called empty room, he sighed: "I didn't expect that the poverty is so poor. No wonder the feng shui of his ancestors was destroyed, which not only harmed your father, but also implicated you."

"The family situation turned sharply."

After hearing this, Su Ziji smiled unchanged, his eyes were stunned and his eyebrows frowned. Could it be that a liar came?

Just as he thought, Ye Buhui on the other side was skeptical, she narrowed her crescent eyes and asked, "What do you mean by this? Have you ever seen the Su family's ancestral tomb?"

The wild Taoist looked at her, turned around and said to Su Ziji: "I have been with your father for many years. Of course, I have seen it. Your ancestral tomb is built along the river and the mountains and rivers gather. It is already a place of blessing, with white air shrouded in it and spitting a little red. Although it is not a place of wealth and honor, it is also blessed and can produce more scholars and scholars!"

Speaking of this, the Ye Taoist sighed unhappy.

"So I was shocked when I heard the news of your father's death. It shouldn't be. Today I went to check it out and found that the ancestral tomb was broken. Not only did it not have any blessings, but it also turned into evil spirits. You are covered with bad air. Not to mention passing the scholar, it is inevitable that even if you are a bloody disaster!"

The wild Taoist shook his head and said slowly: "Also, I heard that the county's tolerance still wants you to go to serve this year's corvee service and build the river."

He kept listening to Ye Buhui, and at this time he felt nonsense and protested, as if he was a little tiger protecting his young boy: "This is impossible. Su Ziji is a scholar and is about to take the exam, so how can he go to labor service! What's more, he is a scholar who is weak and cold water is sick?"

"Only those who have fame and fortune are scholars."

The wild Taoist priest seemed to be very moved by the cold world, but his eyes were staring at Su Ziji: "You are not even Tongsheng now, right? Do you have money to pay for exemption of labor? If not, you must go to the April river channel - this is the result of the feng shui deterioration, evil evils keep coming, but the so-called disaster will not happen alone!"

"..." Su Ziji no longer had a smile on his face. It was not because he was afraid, but because he was very familiar with the tone. If he wanted to change a boy, he would really believe it, but Su Ziji was not a boy!

Just when he was about to have an attack, he endured it again and asked casually: "What should I do?"

"Change the cemetery and sell it quickly." The wild Taoist saw the boy's fear and quickly said, "Your cemetery has broken Feng Shui, but no one knows it."

"I heard that you borrowed usury from Cao Jincai for the sake of burying your father. This is a big profit, and it is difficult to get out of here. I quickly sell this cemetery and can sell at least thirty-five taels of silver!"

"Not only can you pay off your debts, but you can also get three taels of silver to let you go to school. This is a win-win situation!"

After hearing this, Su Ziji stood up with a calm face. The boy was tall and handsome, and his eyebrows were irritable: "Get out, get out of here, I will never sell my ancestral tomb no matter what!"

The corners of the wild Taoist's eyes twitched, but this was not expected. When it comes to selling cemeteries, eight out of ten responded like this and quickly said, "I am sincere. Your ancestor's tomb is broken and you are so depressed. If you want to pass the scholar exam, sell your ancestor's tomb quickly to avoid being burdened! Otherwise, there will be a bloody disaster!"

"Besides, your debt is about to expire in ten days, why are you paying it back?"

"People must live first to comfort the spirits of their ancestors."

"Get out, get out!" Su Ziji drove out with a broom, furious in his heart. Both his parents died, and the creditor wandered around the door and colluded with the wild Taoist priest to seize the last family cemetery. It was unbearable!

"The cemetery cannot be sold. This is the cemetery of my family's third generation. Not to mention the value, selling it will be very unfilial. With this reputation, let alone passing the exam, it will be considered as if it is not a lawsuit."

"The Ye family will also turn against me as soon as possible. Who is so determined to kill me?"

Maybe Su Ziji would have been deceived and lost his reputation in the past. Now Su Ziji can see something wrong at first glance, and hesitated without hesitation, shouting: "Get out!"
Chapter completed!