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After entering the prosperous city of Suzhou, Wang Fu was still frightened and shouted bad luck, saying that he did not expect to encounter snakes in the winter, and it was such a huge and terrifying giant snake.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
For this reason, he specifically asked Chen Jianchen many times whether the snake had become a demon; Chen Jianchen only answered vaguely that he didn't know clearly.
He really wasn't sure.
In other words, so what if he is sure? In the current situation, it is impossible for him to go over the mountains and ridges to catch the monster. I don’t know if the government will invite capable people to take action. They should post a list and offer a reward as usual, just like inviting someone to do it.
It’s almost like going up the mountain to hunt tigers.
Entering Suzhou, he stayed at an inn and settled down. But that night, whether from fright or for some other reason, Wang Fu actually developed a high fever. The servant hurried out to ask for a doctor, who diagnosed him and prescribed medicine, and said he had to lie down.
It takes two days to fully recover.
Such an accident happened just after arriving. Wang Fu was on the verge of tears, and his original plan to travel with Chen Jianchen could only be shelved for the time being.
However, he couldn't walk, but Chen Jianchen couldn't sit still. After talking to Wang Fu, he walked out of the inn alone, preparing to walk around and learn about the local customs.
Suzhou's Fucheng is much larger and more prosperous than Jiangzhou. Even in the cold winter, the streets are constantly flowing and bustling. The city is full of pavilions, pavilions, and small bridges and flowing water. It has the atmosphere of a Jiangnan water town. If you are in Yangchun
In March, it is raining lightly. It should be more interesting to walk on the streets with an oil-paper umbrella.
"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade..."
Suddenly, a loud sound of reading came from the front. When I took a closer look, I saw a man wearing an old blue Confucian shirt. He was holding a book in his hand. He was walking, shaking his head and reading, as if there was no one else around, completely.
I immersed myself in it and ignored the eyes and opinions of outsiders.
The weather was cold, but his clothes were thin, and the shoe he wore on his left foot had a small hole, and the toe of one toe was exposed. The whole person looked very relaxed.
"Look, that bookworm is out again..."
"It's really pitiful. I heard that after winter, his family ran out of food. I pity his old mother..."
"What can be done? He is so tired of reading. It is said that the books in his home can be sold for a lot of money, but he would rather go hungry than sell them."
"Haha, otherwise why would he be called a bookworm? Those books were all left by his father. He loved them so much that he wouldn't even touch them, let alone sell them."
People on the street pointed at the unattractive man and talked about it. Some shook their heads and sighed, some felt pity, and some despised him.
Listening to these discussions, Chen Jianchen was quite curious, so he inquired about it. Through this inquiry, he really discovered a "top-notch" scholar.
It turns out that this person's surname is Zhang, his first name is Yun, and his courtesy name is Yuzhu. He is a native of Suzhou, and he is considered a scholar. His ancestors were officials and became prefects. However, because they were honest officials and passed down from generation to generation, they have very little wealth, only a room full of books.
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Zhang Huanyun read a lot and could write well. He was awarded the title of scholar at the age of 18. He was among the best in the scientific examination every year. However, he hated his writing. He participated in several provincial examinations and was not on the list.
, has been unable to succeed.
His father died young, and he was dependent on an old mother who had no ability to work. He had no ability to run a business. The family became poorer year by year. In the end, everything was sold out, leaving only a room full of books. Life became more and more impoverished.
It’s almost to the point where I can’t eat three meals a day.
Ordinary people would definitely think of ways to make money if they could no longer survive. Zhang Huanyun was born as a scholar, so it would be relatively easy to make money if he put his mind to it. But he was not good at it.
He stayed at home and studied day and night, winter and summer, and did not propose marriage. As for relatives and guests coming to visit, he could not say a few words, so he would put the guests aside, hold a volume by himself, and read aloud.
In such a situation, how can those guests sit down? Just pat your butt and leave.
In fact, Zhang Huanyun did not only want to be elected as an official, but he firmly believed in the famous saying of ancient poetry: "There are thousands of bells of millet in the book, there is a house of gold in the book, and there is a face like jade in the book!"
The reason why he believed so strongly had some origins. It turned out that one time when he was studying, a strong gust of wind blew away a book. Zhang Huanyun hurried to chase it, but unexpectedly, the place where the book fell was exactly the same.
There were rotten grass in the cellar. When dug out, a lot of rotten grain was found, which was no longer edible - but this place was a place where grain was stored in ancient times.
However, Zhang Huanyun immediately believed that the book had a spirit and led him to the cellar, confirming the famous saying "there are thousands of millimeters in the book".
Another time, when he was cleaning out his ancestral books, he found a portrait of a beautiful woman cut from brocade cloth on page 38 of an ancient book.
The portrait is cut evenly and delicately, and the features, clothes, and clothing are described with pen and ink, and the features are so lifelike that it almost seems like it is coming to life.
When Zhang Huanyun saw it, he was surprised and happy. He immediately thought of the sentence "Yan Ruyu exists in the book". As he looked at it, he immediately became a little crazy.
From then on, he put this painting of a beautiful lady on the table every day and watched it admiringly, even to the point of "losing his pillow and forgetting to eat"! He often dreamed at night, dreaming of meeting the beautiful lady, loving each other, and saying no.
Intoxicated by attachment...
Zhang Huanyun's old mother could only sigh when she saw that he was obsessed with it and refused to listen to any advice. In addition, the old man had to go out with a cane and go to the street to beg for food. He would bring back some food every day for his birthday.
Ten's son eats it.
As the saying goes, "A white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift", which is very harmful to the world, but what about "a white-haired person raises a black-haired person"?
How helpless and sad that is!
Hearing this, Chen Jianchen was inexplicably angry: For a bookworm like Zhang Huanyun, what's the point of reading thousands of books? If he can't do academic work well, he can't do business, he can't do practical things, and he still needs sixty or seventy years.
The old mother is like a parasite and is of no use.
Huh!
Chen Jianchen suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and as he savored the almost absurd story he had heard, he suddenly thought: Could it be that the picture of the lady tucked in the ancient book had become spiritual and became a spirit? That's why he entrusted Zhang with dreams every night.
Summon the aggregate to confuse his mind?
This is not impossible. Animals can turn into monsters, vegetation can turn into spirits, and rocks can turn into monsters. So, it is very possible for a picture of a lady to turn into a spirit.
Thinking of this, Chen Jianchen quickened his pace to keep up with Zhang Huanyun - he had decided in his heart to take care of this matter!