Chapter 64: The Foreign Affairs Mission of Cong Document Bureau
In the early morning of the next day, Li Changan woke up from his stupor.
I obviously drank so much last night, but I woke up this morning feeling refreshed and without any discomfort.
Gently pulling his arms out of the little girl's arms, Li Changan went to the study room and wrote down in detail how to make candied haws and malatang.
Uncle Zhang can read and practice a few times and there should be no problem.
The sister-in-law and little sister were not awake yet, and it was dawn at this time. Li Changan steamed the steamed buns, left a small fire in the earthen stove, and waited for the wood to slowly burn out.
Taking two steamed buns, Li Changan left home quietly.
The February morning was still like a hole in the ice. Li Changan stamped his feet, ate steamed buns and hurried to the place where the veterans gathered.
I met a man in Tsing Yi who was thin and petite, like a willow in the wind.
It's her, the one I met in the noodle shop last time, the one who plays the pipa in the hook bar... Miss Yan.
She has skin as white as milk and looks thin and frail, a little shorter than that girl Linglong.
As if aware of Li Changan's gaze, Miss Yan raised her head slightly and looked at Li Changan with her bright eyes.
Li Changan subconsciously turned his gaze to other places, but after realizing it, he still nodded to Miss Yan.
The two passed by each other.
"Miss Yan is a little early today." Noodle shop owner Liu said with a smile.
"Yes, I will bring a bowl to Grandpa today, and I will bring the bowl back later." The soft voice was like a feather, and it was very comfortable to listen to.
"No problem, do you want clear soup noodles?"
"Um……"
After Li Changan turned the corner, he didn't hear any sound again.
After handing the written recipe to Uncle Zhang, Li Changan hurried to the academy.
Passing by the noodle shop again, I didn't want to run into Miss Yan carrying the washed empty bowl to the noodle shop again.
"Thank you, Uncle Liu."
"No thank you." Boss Liu took the bowl, smiled and waved his hand. He saw Li Changan from the corner of his eye and said hello again, "Good morning, Mr. Li."
"Good morning, Boss Liu." Li Changan returned the greeting with a smile.
After Li Changan walked away, Miss Yan asked softly, "Which young master is this? I seem to have never seen him before."
"This is Mr. Li Changan, Mr. Li. He just moved here a little over a month ago. He took his sister-in-law and sister and settled in the nearby Tonglu Hutong." Boss Liu scooped up the noodles skillfully.
"Master Li is a student of the academy, but he doesn't have any airs...I heard he is not married yet."
Miss Yan smiled lightly and said, "Uncle Liu will make fun of me."
"How could it be? I'm not kidding. This Mr. Li is a talented person. He is handsome and talented. He is about the same age as Miss Yan, so he is a perfect match."
Boss Liu enthusiastically started playing matchmaker.
Miss Yan's fair earlobes were slightly red, and she lowered her head, "Uncle Liu, I am just a performer who plays the pipa in the bar, how can I be worthy of being a student of the academy?"
"You kid, why are you not worthy?" Boss Liu raised his head.
A blush rose on Miss Yan's pretty face, "Okay, Uncle Liu, I'm leaving first..."
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When they arrived at the Self-cultivation Institute, Li Changan handed over the 3,000-word review article "Ascending the Ninth Tower" to Lu Wencai, and was taken over by Qian Zuozhuang.
"Brother Li, I have to say that you are the one who insists on loyalty." Qian Zuozhuang shook the flesh on his chin, "Obviously I have a lot of people peeking at you, but in the end my ranking is one higher than you."
"But I'm not telling you, "Ascending the Ninth Tower" is so important, why don't you have more snacks?"
At this moment, Li Changan could only describe what he felt in his heart with two words: "hehe".
Who knows that the original author would not understand this poem?
In the morning, what was taught in the Self-cultivation Academy was Archery among the Six Arts of Confucius.
To shoot is to shoot an arrow.
There are five shooting skills.
They are Baiye, Shenlian, Yanzhu, Xiangchi and Jingyi.
(White arrow: The arrow pierces the target and the arrowhead turns white, indicating that the arrow is accurate and powerful;
Shen Lian: One arrow is placed in front, and the three arrows in the back are continuous. The arrows belong to each other, just like connecting beads in a chain;
Yan's Note: It refers to the disease of arrow shooting. The aim is short and the arrow hits the target as soon as it is lifted.
Xiangchi: The minister and the king shoot, the minister and the king stand side by side, and the king retreats by one foot;
Jingyi: The four arrows are consistent and all hit the target.)
What we are learning today is the five-shot shot, which means continuous rapid fire.
Li Changan unfortunately became one of the two worst students in Class Jiazi.
The other one is to make money as the banker.
Li Changan had never touched a bow and arrow and had no foundation at all; Qian Zhuangzhuang was simply too fat and couldn't keep up with his speed.
"Brother Li, why don't we become sworn sworn friends?" Qian Zuozhuang said, squeezing his eyes, "You are the most loyal person I have ever seen. If I don't become sworn sworn friends with you, I won't be able to make sense."
"With your talents and knowledge, as well as my business talent, you are definitely invincible."
Li Changan was unable to complain and continued to draw his bow and string, aiming at the target five feet away.
Within ten breaths, shoot all ten arrows and make sure they all hit the target.
This is a fatal command of the archery teachings. If you cannot complete it, you will have to practice here all day long.
Li Changan felt that his arms, shoulders, and waist were already a little unbearable.
The time for awakening Wenlu is too short, and Wen Dao Wen Qi does not circulate in the meridians like martial arts Qi, but gathers in the Wen Palace, so the improvement of the body's accumulation is not that obvious.
"It would be nice if there was a way to refine the body with literary energy. It would be better to practice martial arts..." Li Changan thought while shooting arrows.
By noon, Qian Zuozhuang had completely given up and collapsed on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to shout.
Li Changan fulfilled the request and laughed out loud under Qian Zuozhuang's resentful eyes.
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I just arrived at the ninth floor in the afternoon and my butt is not yet warm from sitting there.
Xu Nian took all the skilled craftsmen on the ninth floor to the first floor.
"Everyone is ready to gather (meeting)."
The first floor suddenly became tense.
"Why are we gathering at this time? What happened?"
"Who knows? It shouldn't be a big deal if we don't compete for the Literary Saint List this month, right?"
"Keep your voice down, be careful not to get caught by Deputy Commander Xu."
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The first floor was quickly filled with people.
People from the second to sixth floors also sat down in the aisle between the desks.
Annan leaned closer to Li Changan's position and said, "Brother Li, will you compete for the Literary Saint List this month?"
"Hard to say."
"What do you mean it's hard to say?"
"I'm afraid I'll take the exam again at the Self-cultivation Academy."
"Pfft..." Annan burst out laughing.
Li Changan quickly covered Annan's mouth, "You want to kill me? Are you still laughing?"
Annan stopped laughing, but Liu Ye's eyes were full of shame, and her silver teeth gritted loudly, "Take your claws away."
Li Changan moved his fingers subconsciously, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, brother An, I have to say, your skin is smooth and tender, and it's quite addictive to touch, pfft..."
Before he finished speaking, Annan punched Li Changan in the stomach.
"Brother An, are you too cruel? I was beaten to the point of vomiting blood." Li Changan looked at Annan, looking seriously injured.
Annan clenched his fist and raised it in front of Li Changan, "Next time you touch me, I will move down a few more inches..."
Li Chang'an felt a chill at the base of his thighs and immediately closed his legs tightly, "I don't dare anymore, Brother An..."
At this moment, Xu Nian's voice sounded,
"There is only one thing to discuss in this afternoon's meeting. The poems and essays from the Cong Bookstore have been returned again."
"What?"
Everyone was stunned.
Li Changan is no exception.
On the 25th of last month, after my "Ascending the Ninth Tower" was no longer suspenseful, the Ninth Tower reopened its foreign affairs missions.
The foreign affairs mission of Congwen Bureau was taken over by Ninth Tower at that time.
He vaguely remembered that a skilled craftsman had taken over the task. How could it fail?
There was anger hidden in Xu Nian's tone,
"The poem requested by the Cong Bookstore is a poem about the love between a man and a woman, which will be used to coordinate with the storybook "Lanking about Lovesickness" that was promoted in the first half of the year."
"Now the first draft of "Talk about Lovesickness" has been completed, but the accompanying poem has been rejected seven times."
Xu Nian's sharp eyes swept across everyone's faces,
"Now Congwen Bureau has raised its foreign affairs mission to a higher level and will issue foreign affairs missions in the three prefectures in the southeastern part of Shanxi Province it covers."
"In addition to us, the two major academies of Songyue and Xiangshan have accepted this foreign affairs mission."
"The Cong Bookstore asked us to submit the poems before February 15th, and then the storyteller who wrote "Lanking about Love" will personally select them."
"If we are sent back again, our ninth floor will be completely disgraced!"
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"Let's talk about it. What should we do next? Should I give up this foreign affairs task and make the other two academies laugh at me? Or should I transfer this foreign affairs task to my brothers in Zhushan?"