If it were Chen Ping in the past, he might have the same idea as them, how happy the children would be if they had fun every day.
But now that I have decided to take the exam, and the county exam is imminent, I know that my level is insufficient, and only diligence can make up for it.
As long as you can't die from reading, then read to death.
He Qingxuan, who had already passed the county examination once and failed, was not as persistent as Chen Ping. Perhaps influenced by Chen Ping's hard study, he was also rethinking his future path.
In order to retain more talents, today's imperial court has set up many regular subjects in addition to the Jinshi subjects that most people want to enter, such as the Nine Classics, the Five Classics, Kaiyuan Rites, the Three Histories, etc.
He Qingxuan, who originally studied Jinshi, has changed his mind since the last competition.
He no longer worries about Jinshi and wants to try other subjects, but it is still too early to say these things now.
Chen Ping didn't feel that way. He just wanted to be admitted as a scholar as soon as possible and lighten some of the burden on his family, so that he could return to the salty fish life he longed for.
The time spent studying hard every day is boring, and Ye Chongwen is not a person who can read quietly, and children are naturally playful.
Today happened to be the monthly break, and he was planning to go shopping together. He Qingxuan couldn't stand the way Chen Pingcheng stayed at home all day long. This idea coincided with Ye Chongwen's.
"Brother Ping, today is the monthly holiday and there is a big market in the town. Let's go out and have a look?" Ye Chongwen lay in front of the window and asked expectantly.
Chen Ping raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw He Qingxuan standing outside the window, nodding excitedly.
Hey, it turns out that playing is a child’s nature.
But I am not a child.
"No, you go ahead, I have to read some more books." Chen Ping declined gently.
"Don't stay bored in the house all the time. Going out for a walk is all about learning." He Qingxuan advised.
Chen Ping thought about it and realized that there was some truth in what he said.
Dong Qichang, the great calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty in his previous life, once said that reading ten thousand books is like traveling ten thousand miles.
Moreover, since I have traveled through time, I have never really integrated into urban life and experienced the world. I really should go out and see it.
"That makes sense, let's go."
After some self-examination, Chen Ping closed his book and hurried outside the house.
"Then where are we going?"
"Of course I went to the bookstore." Ye Chongwen replied without thinking.
"What kind of bookstore are you going to? Of course you have to go to the teahouse when you go out to play." He Qingxuan looked disgusted when he heard the book, "I stayed in the academy all day, and I didn't think I had read enough books."
"How can the two be the same?" Ye Chongwen retorted loudly, "The stories about love, hatred, and chivalry in the storybooks in the bookstore are so memorable that people linger over them day after day. How can they be compared to those boring books?
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Chen Ping looked at Ye Chongwen who looked like he was already trapped, and secretly sighed that as expected, the book was so popular in every world. In his previous life, he was not a heavy reliance on online literature.
"Then according to what you say, wouldn't a teahouse be better? Then what the storyteller said is more interesting." He Qingxuan insisted on his choice.
Ye Chongwen shook his head repeatedly, acting as if he didn't understand me, "How can this be the same?"
Neither of them gave in to the other, and in the end they all looked at Chen Ping, "The minority obeys the majority."
"Chen Ping, tell me where we are going?"
"Then why don't we go to the teahouse first? I'm quite curious about what it's like inside." Chen Ping thought for a moment and then expressed his thoughts.
Ye Chongwen slumped his shoulders, and He Qingxuan waved his hands excitedly.
This really corresponds to the saying that people's joys and sorrows are not the same.
Unable to do so, Ye Chongwen grabbed Chen Ping like a she-wolf protecting her cubs, staring at He Qingxuan with fierce eyes, "Next time, next time you must accompany me to the bookstore."
Chen Ping coaxed, "Okay, next time you decide."
"Yes, let's read the storybook together next time." He Qingxue responded quickly.
The two were stunned by what the other said at first, then looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads. Ye Chongwen was so happy that his lips split open.
By the time the three of them arrived at the teahouse, it was already a little late.
It happened to be the market day in Qingsong Town, and the teahouse was already full today. Fortunately, there was one table left in a corner on the first floor, so they quickly sat down.
At this time, the storyteller had already come on stage. He woke up and shook his head, and the noisy teahouse gradually became quiet.
On the stage, the storyteller was continuing the story of the rivers and lakes that he had not finished last time.
In the audience, He Qingxuan quietly explained to the two about the tea house and the storyteller.
It turns out that there wouldn't be so many people coming to this teahouse. After all, people going to the market also have business to do.
But since the storyteller came, the teahouse has added a rule. After telling a story, the storyteller will give a riddle. If anyone can answer it correctly, he will get a lottery prize of a lot of money on the spot.
But if no one can answer it, he won't explain the answer and will change the riddle next time.
He has set a rule that everyone can ask questions, but he will only answer yes or no, and will not say anything else.
Such a novel thing certainly aroused everyone's interest, and then gradually spread the word about the teahouse to more and more people.
Some people come just for the money, and there are also many people who think they are smart and come here just for the riddle. If they can answer it correctly, they will naturally gain some face among their peers.
"This sounds interesting."
Ye Chongwen is gearing up to give it a try soon.
Chen Ping would naturally not miss such an interesting thing, and asked curiously, "Has anyone answered this correctly before?"
He Qingxuan nodded, "There are, but they are only a minority. It is strange to say that few of the people who answered correctly are willing to tell others what the answer is."
"In that moment, we have to listen carefully to the riddle." Ye Chongwen was eager to give it a try, "How about we see who can answer it first?"
"Why not?"
He Qingxuan naturally agreed, but he felt that simply guessing the riddles was a bit boring. He rolled his eyes and suggested, "How about we also get some kind of lottery?"
"Yes, yes, but what do you want to use as a lottery ticket?" Chen Ping immediately discovered that there was something in He Qingxuan's words.
"Invite you to dinner?" Ye Chongwen didn't notice anything was wrong at all. He only had eyes for the storyteller's story.
"That's so boring." He Qingxuan winked at Chen Ping, "Why don't you... help Winning Man do something?"
"I don't have anything..." Chen Ping suddenly changed his words mid-sentence, "It can't be something too extreme."
"That's natural." He Qingxuan was still measured.
Both of them thought there was no problem with the lottery, and Ye Chongwen certainly had no problem either.
After a while, today's chivalrous story was finished, but at this time, there were more and more people in the teahouse. Even if there were no seats, many people squeezed in.
I saw the storyteller taking a sip of tea slowly, as if he was used to crowded scenes.
He took a breath, picked up the wood on the table and slapped it, "Pop."
The mystery is revealed.
"As soon as the woman leaves the village, the village becomes deserted."