(Thanks to Longmeng for becoming the first hall leader of this book. As always, it is the most valuable!)

After the examination of the mansion, the next step is to wait for the list to be announced. Taking advantage of this time, I can take advantage of the leisure time and just wander around Nanyang Mansion.

In this world, transportation is backward, and ox, horse and carriage are rare. Ordinary people basically travel on two legs and can't walk many miles a day. If nothing happens, who will run around? The honest and stuttering people can enter the county town for the rest of their lives, even if it is a lifelong experience.

The county town is far away, let alone the capital city?

It is rare to go to the mansion city, and I feel sorry for myself if I don’t have a trip.

When Chen Sanlang wanted to travel, Uncle Hua naturally had to follow him. He was not afraid of being tired, but he was afraid that the young master would use money indiscriminately. In Nanyang Prefecture, there were many shops selling four treasures of study. Chen Sanlang was happy when he saw the hunt, so he would buy a lot of things back if he accidentally came back.

It is said that "poor literature and wealthy martial arts" is actually a big expense. Brush, ink, paper and inkstone are all luxury goods, so many poor scholars cannot afford to buy pens and ink, so they can only use branches to make pens and practice calligraphy on the sand; if they cannot afford to buy books, they have to copy books day and night; if they cannot light the lights at night, they can only use the dim moonlight to recognize words and read; even doing the "chising a wall and stealing light" thing...

Chen Sanlang's situation is pretty good. However, his family is beginning to lose money, his foundation is weak, and he cannot resist extravagance and waste.

The young master may not know, but Uncle Hua knew very well. For the sake of his future life, the wife has a lot of worries.

While wandering around, Chen Sanlang couldn't help but walk in.

"It's bitter."

Uncle Hua was well aware of his hobby and secretly complained.

"Boss, how much does this landscape cost?"

As expected, Chen Sanlang saw what he liked and began to ask for the price.

"Three or two."

Hearing this price, Uncle Hua gusted: It is worthy of being a mansion, and the things he sells are also very expensive. All the money he carries is only ten taels. If he buys this painting, he will disappear.

“It’s too expensive.”

When Uncle Hua heard these three words say in his mouth, something really happened: When did the young master know how to bargain?

The shop owner introduced: "This is a work by Meishan, a famous parent in Yangzhou, and it is not expensive at all."

Chen Sanlang smiled: "Either you have a well-known name or a famous artist. Well, will you sell it for three hundred documents?"

"I can't buy a roll of good paper for this little money. I still want to buy works by famous artists?"

The boss jumped up and said, "Are you here to make trouble?"

Chen Sanlang took Uncle Hua out and went to the next store to see it. There were several stores, and most of them were like this. He didn't buy the last item, but he looked in a good mood.

Uncle Hua couldn't help asking: "Young Master, what do you mean?"

"Follow the level and ask the market. If you have the chance in the future, I can also sell some calligraphy and paintings."

He paused and smiled: "Famousness is a good thing... In fact, the calligraphy and paintings sold in the shops are of second-rate level, but when packaged, they are famous works, and they can be sold with high prices. When they encounter suckers who are very good at face but don't understand, they will spend a lot of money to buy them."

Uncle Hua was confused when he heard this, but he stopped asking: There are too many twists and turns about the scholars, and he became more confused as he went around. It would be better not to ask, but the topic changed: "Where will go next?"

"I'll stop here today and go back to the inn to rest. Tomorrow, I heard that there is Yingfeng Beach outside the South Gate. The scenery is good, so go there to take a look."

Yingfengtan is located outside the south gate of Nanyang Prefecture. It is a well-known local resort. It is formed by the diversion of Jingjiang River. The water quality is clear and clear. Whenever the sun rises, the shadows of the three nearby green mountains are poured into the water, which is quite unique.

The beach is surrounded by beautiful grass, and many unknown flowers grow in mixed colors. When it blooms, they form a combination with the grass, making it very natural.

It is still spring now, with outings prevailing, and tourists are crowded with people, and it is very lively. Men and women, all their faces are filled with cheerful expressions.

Chen Sanlang, who had a bitter face, seemed so out of place.

He likes to travel around, but he doesn't like to crowd among a large group of people. Whether you agree or not, he desperately drills into his ears, laughs, comments, shouts, scolds, etc. There are all kinds of sounds, which are so noisy that it makes people feel upset.

This alone has ruined the scenery.

Not to mention that if you walk slowly, you will be pushed by the people behind you. How could this be like a fun place? It turns out that you are grabbing bargains in the vegetable market.

After finally passing through a long narrow stairs, the front was suddenly open, and there were large areas of flowers and grass. The place was big, but there were also many people. They trampled on each other in groups of three or three, flying kites, having dinner on the spot, sitting together and talking, and from time to time, chanting a few poems or something.

How could it be those ordinary people who are ignorant of the people who are ignorant of the people? Most of them are literati and poets, or the children of wealthy families in the city, scholars, etc. - after the palace examination, hundreds of candidates basically stayed in the city waiting for the list to be announced. After they got the exam, they were in a relaxed mood. They also had the same mentality as Chen Sanlang, so they came to the beach to play.

At a glance, Chen Sanlang saw several familiar faces. Two of them should be candidates from the same county. There were so many people that he didn't like them, so he took Uncle Hua directly to the waterside.

There are many black-sailed boats parked by the water. The largest one can carry five or six people, while the small one can only ride two people.

These boats are all tourist boats that rely on water to draw on water, allowing tourists to hire them to wander out and go to the water to enjoy the beautiful mountains and rivers around them.

Chen Sanlang hired a small boat and sat up with Uncle Hua. The middle-aged shipwrecked the boat and shouted, and a long pole was put into the water, and the boat swung out cleverly and lightly.

Yingfeng Beach is more than ten miles in radius, just like a lake. The water flows smoothly. Sometimes, if the breeze blows, countless ripples will appear on the surface of the water. There are also some clever fish chasing in the water quickly. The scene is very lively.

Inexplicably, seeing these playful creatures, Chen Sanlang couldn't help but think of the red carp in the well at home.

The boat was running slowly, and the boatman saw that Chen Sanlang was here for the first time to play, so he spoke up and introduced the attractions of Yingfeng Beach. He was very devoted - this was equivalent to the role of a tour guide. It was well and wonderful, and there were often extra rewards.

When Chen Sanlang heard a place of interest, he suddenly asked: "Brother Boy, do you think there is a temple by the beach?"

"That's right? There is a Chaoshan Temple that has been established for nearly a hundred years. The incense is very popular. Those who come to play will basically come to burn incense and ask the Buddha for blessing. The most special thing is that there is an absolute look in the temple. Whoever can match it can become famous all over the world."

The next sentence is obviously a bit exaggerated.

Chen Sanlang remembered it in his heart and prepared to go up and take a look after lunch.

The boat was sitting at the bow, looking up and watching. The mountains around it were picturesque and full of beautiful scenery. When you leaned over and saw the rippling water and the reflection was like a mirror. It was indeed a pleasing enjoyment.

At this time, there were also many other ships wandering on the water surface. However, the ships were more lively, with laughter floating from time to time, and even the sound of strings of silk and bamboo songs.

Time flies, and it is noon in a blink of an eye. The boat has its own food and no need to dock. There is a mezzanine lattice inside the boat, which raises live fish. It is caught and killed, or made into soup, steamed or fryed, and the taste is fresh.

The shipman is very skilled in craftsmanship. He first cooked rice, then fryed two plates of seasonal vegetables, and finally made fish. He served them one by one. I dare not say that it was better than in a big restaurant, but it also had a unique flavor. As for alcohol, there are also some.

In fact, after careful calculation, he earned more than the shipping fee by selling food on the boat.

After lunch and taking a break, Chen Sanlang asked the shipman to take a boat to the Chaoshan Temple.

The temple is located northwest of Yingfengtan and is built along the mountain. It is located halfway up the mountain. A simple stone slab path extends down. It is open below the foothills, and willow trees are tall by the water, which is equivalent to a pier. The boats come over, tie them to the willow trees with ropes, lay a wooden board for guests to step on.

There are many people going up the mountain, mostly young scholars, with blue shirts of Confucian scarves, and some of them are shaking fans in their hands to show their demeanor.

"As a scholar, respecting ghosts and gods and staying away from him, and going up the mountain to enter the temple, isn't it necessary? In fact, what I want to see most is the ink treasures left by Cao Gong on the temple wall."

"Heroes have the same views."

One person shook his head and echoed.

Another scholar smiled and said, "Brother Dongyuan, I'm thinking, you not only want to read the calligraphy, but also want to write the second couplet."

Brother Dongyuan replied very reservedly: "If you dare not, how can you do this? How can you do that? How can you do the absolute decisiveness of Cao Gong?"

As the group said, they went straight up the mountain.

The surname of Duan Cao was Zhou, with the name "Qing" and the name "Fen Cao". He was a respected scholar in Nanyang Prefecture. He was as famous as Song Zhiyuan, the president of Nanyang College, and also called "Zhou Song". Three years ago, he visited Yingfeng Beach and went to Chaoshan Temple. He occasionally saw the scenery of the mountains and waters and was very interested. He wrote a pair on the screen wall of the temple, but he had to have the first couplet. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of a suitable second couplet. He could only give up and throw his pen down the mountain.

There were so many tourists in Chaoshan Temple, and this matter spread quickly. Many literati and poets came to see what happened. They praised the first couplet written by Duan Cao, and then they couldn't help but think of a second couplet. If they could match it and match it, it would be a great literary story. It can be of great help to personal reputation, and maybe it can be appreciated by Duan Cao and taken as a disciple. However, people came one after another, and many people were thinking about it and could not come up with a suitable second couplet.

This couplet becomes absolute.

However, this attracted more people. Over time, the absolute charm even surpassed the Asayama Temple itself and became a hot topic.

Chen Sanlang had been staying in Jingxian before, and had never heard of this. Now, he heard them talking mysteriously, and he couldn't help but want to try it out. He wanted to see it and see how extreme this was.

Thinking in his mind, his steps couldn't help but speed up, Uncle Hua couldn't keep up, and he said secretly: Good guy, the young master's pace is not simple. Have you really learned kung fu in the martial arts hall?

The young master was very happy. He believed the rumors in the county a while ago that Chen Sanlang was a sick man and would soon be defeated without attacking.
Chapter completed!