"I'm going back first. I'm still waiting for dinner at home."
Li Changan absentmindedly drank a few more glasses of wine with him, feeling a little drunk, so he put down his glass and said.
"Why? The family is so strict? Brother Taibai, aren't you married yet?" Annan raised his eyebrows and said with a sideways smile.
Zhou Ziyu also looked over with a teasing expression.
"It's nothing." Li Changan waved his hand, "I'll see you at the academy on the fifth day of the new year. I have something to say on the jade plate."
After saying this, he clasped his fists and bowed, paid the bill before leaving, and then staggered home.
The streets in the county town are wide and flat, with lights and colorful decorations on both sides of the streets, and red lanterns hanging at the entrances of each shop.
Pedestrians on the road were also beaming with joy, and they would even clasp their fists and salute when they bumped into each other.
Li Changan passed by the medicine shop and grabbed a few more medicinal materials for medicinal soup baths.
"There are almost a hundred taels of silver left, so it's time to find ways to make money." Li Changan counted the belongings in his pocket, looked up at the Baocui Pavilion next door, and walked in.
After returning home, Liu Linglong ran over happily like a deer and sniffed, "Brother, did you go out drinking today?"
"Well, I've had a few drinks." Li Changan rubbed the little girl's head.
Liu Zhiyin's voice came from the kitchen, "Linglong, help your brother to rest quickly, we will have dinner later."
Liu Linglong hugged Li Changan's arm, "What did brother buy?"
"I bought the medicinal materials for the medicinal soup bath, and... I'll wait for your sister to come and see them later."
At the dinner table, Liu Zhiyin happily touched the jade hairpin in his hand, carefully turned it over and over, and couldn't help but wipe it over and over again.
Liu Linglong directly hugged Li Changan's head, kissed Li Changan on the face, and smiled from ear to ear, "I knew my brother was the best to me."
Liu Zhiyin slapped Liu Linglong angrily and looked at Li Changan,
"Erlang, why don't you return my jade hairpin and buy you books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones? Besides, since you just entered the academy, you always have to drink and eat with your classmates, which also costs money..."
Li Changan felt warm in his heart. This sister-in-law, who was only three years older than him, always thought of himself. He smiled and comforted,
"Sister-in-law, don't worry. It's not like you haven't seen my ability to make money. When you get to the county town, you and my little sister can enjoy themselves. I have everything."
Liu Zhiyin was not speaking, but the warmth between her brows and eyes was very much like spring.
After eating, Li Changan went into the study and continued to pay attention to the changes in his ranking.
However, at least two hours have passed since it was listed on the list, and the ranking of "The Ninth Tower" has only climbed up one place.
"So you have no cards?" Li Changan was puzzled.
Continuing to stare at the Literary Saint List, Li Changan discovered something fishy.
The ranking of "Ascending the Ninth Tower" seems to have not changed much, but the poems and prose in other rankings change very quickly, basically within a dozen breaths.
The ninety-eighth one disappeared directly from the list of literary saints, while the ninety-ninth one soared to the fifty-third place.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of changes in rankings on the Literary Saints List.
Looking at the entire list, it is not only the poems and essays at the bottom that have changed greatly, but even the top ten poems and essays are also changing.
Some poems keep falling down the rankings, while some poems and essays start to rise rapidly in the rankings from the moment they are listed on the Literary Saint List, which is puzzling.
Li Changan sat in front of his desk, the bronze writing instrument in his hand exuding a faint glimmer.
The changes in the list of literary saints are clearly visible.
While Li Changan was paying attention to his ranking, countless eyes were also staring at the Literary Saint List.
There are only a hundred places, which touches the hearts of countless people.
"I never expected that my poems and essays would have a chance to be on the Literary Saint List, and I would finally be able to stand out."
"Quickly go to Academy Qingqiu to ask for help. We must keep our ranking before the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."
"If I can advance into the top 50, I can still keep my place on the Literary Saint List even if the tide of competition for the list officially comes on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."
The person who made the list was overjoyed, and quickly mobilized all the power at his disposal, including relatives and friends, hoping to move up his ranking.
Some of the scribes who have not been listed on the list are still watching silently, while some have already begun to work secretly.
The fifth day of the lunar month is the day when the four major academies and the Imperial College take full action. The four days before this are their last chance.
Be sure to grasp it.
As long as you are on the literary saint list, it means that you can be seen by the entire Jin Dynasty's literati, and it means that you have a chance to soar into the sky.
After Li Changan stared for a while, he couldn't sit still.
It's so hard.
If the changes in the rankings of the Literary Saint List are as unpredictable as clouds, then "Ascending the Ninth Tower" is like a stone, extremely stable, but basically unchanged.
I stared at it for another half an hour, but it didn't move at all, staying at the ninety-ninth position.
Unable to resist the sleepiness, Li Changan took a shower and went to bed.
However, on days like this, there are still a lot of people who have no intention of sleeping.
Guan Xingren is an ordinary ninth-grade scribe. As usual, he starts reading the Literary Saint List on the first day of every month.
"I hope I can find wonderful poetry this time..."
The monthly competition for the list will only begin on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, but in the four days before that, there will definitely be high-quality poems and essays on the Literary Saint List.
And he is one of these waves.
Guan Xingren wanted to take advantage of the fact that the January Literary Saints List had just begun, and take the lead in selecting the poems and essays that he thought would be at the forefront this month, appreciate them, and then publicize them as soon as possible to gain fame.
The premise is that you can guess it correctly.
Not only him, many ordinary scribes who have no ambition to compete for the ranking will do this.
Although he didn't gain much fame, he at least had some income, which belonged to those who followed him to drink soup.
The most important thing in cultivating literary spirit is to gather sand into a tower. Even if you only have a little bit, you can't give up.
"Although it's the first day, the rankings have changed too quickly. It seems like I'll have to stay up late again tonight."
Guan Xingren picked the oil lamp next to his desk, carefully sifted through the Literary List, found some good poems, and copied them down.
To be honest, if a poem can reach the literary saint list, even if it only stays for an hour, it means that the poem can at least be on the Wenchang Monument of a county, and there is absolutely no problem in being recited in a county.
But the problem is that these poems are only on a good level.
But this is the Literary Saint List, which brings together the top poems and essays in the entire Jin Dynasty.
Obviously, the poems and articles I have seen so far are not satisfactory.
In addition to copying and appreciating the poems and essays on the list, Guan Xingren also has the mentality of learning and asking for advice, hoping that one day he can write a poem that will be on the list.
Although he does not have such strength for the time being, his vision should not be underestimated.
After reading the first thirty poems, Guan Xingren only copied three. Even these three poems made him frown slightly.
With the tide of competition for the charts on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, it shouldn't be a big problem for these three songs to stay on the Literary Saint List, but it is basically impossible to occupy a high position.
Continuing to look down, the rankings on the Literary Saint List are changing too fast. Behind every ranking change, there is a fierce competition.
If the poetry promoted by the academy represents the general trend, then the competition before that is the collision before the general trend comes.
Guan Xingren pinched his temples and continued to look down.
He has no talent for managing the world, so he can only take the path of being diligent and making up for his shortcomings.
Take your time and wait until the literary skills in the literary palace are full before taking the county examination. With an eighth-grade literary certificate, you will at least be qualified to fight for an official position.
Even a humble official can be enough to improve the current predicament.
Until midnight, Guan Xingren stood up to stretch his muscles and bones, then washed his face with biting cold water, cheering up and continuing to fight.
I have already selected ten poems, and then I will select ten more, and finally filter them. Not to mention that all of them can stay on the Literary Saint List, but at least I can find one or two poems that have a chance of breaking into the top fifty.
Guan Xingren's eyes moved to the next poem.
The title of the poem is very strange.
""Ascending the Ninth Tower"?"
Guan Xingren was stunned for a moment, then looked down.