Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Since the end of the Qin Dynasty, the Central Plains has been full of various schools of thought, and poetry and books have evolved into many aristocratic families.

For example, the Pei family in Zhongshan is the prefecture of Zhongshan, and even in the entire Dingzhou, it is considered the top.

However, in the Northern Han Dynasty, it can only be considered first-class.

And there are only four top families in the Northern Han Dynasty, the Cui family in Luozhou, the Wang family in Bingzhou, the Xue family in Qinzhou, and the Du family in Anzhou.

And this Cui family is the daughter of the Cui family in Fengzhou. She was outstanding in her talent when she was young.

When Fengzhou snowed heavily, the elders of the Cui family called the younger generation and asked them to write about the scenery in poetry.

Everyone's words were mediocre, except Cui Zu'e's sentence "It's not as good as the catkins rising in the wind" was exaggerated by the head of the Cui family.

Later, the whole Fengzhou knew about Cui Zu'e's talent and called her "the talent of chanting catkins"!

Among the women, Cui Zu'e also became famous. There is no doubt that she was more popular than Chu Youyi.

Many people here have heard of Cui Zu'e, but only a few have seen her in person.

At this time, everyone showed admiration and came forward to greet her.

"Hello, sisters." Cui Zu'e bowed.

"My father came to Dingzhou to supervise the examination this time. I admire the local customs and people of Dingzhou, so I came to see it too!"

"I didn't expect to hear such a classic poem just after coming to this poetry meeting. I wonder which sister wrote it?"

"It's Youyi's husband!" A talented woman laughed.

"I said, Youyi is the most talented woman in Zhongshan, how could she marry an ordinary man?"

"Oh?" Cui Zu'e followed the gaze of the crowd and looked at Chu Youyi, "I have also heard of Sister Youyi's name."

"It's a pity that I haven't seen her in person. I didn't expect that your husband is so talented."

"Sister, you are too kind." Chu Youyi replied politely. The two exchanged a few words and talked about poetry again.

Cui Zu'e's praise made Malanhua embarrassed. She snorted coldly, "It's just a burst of inspiration."

"Really?" Song Nanzhu was not convinced at this moment. Shen Wuming was married to her best friend.

Her best friend could bully him, and she could bully him, but it was not Malanhua's turn to bully him.

"Here is another one. I think it is better than the one just now. Take a look."

Song Nanzhu took out another piece of manuscript paper from Chu Youyi's sleeve. Chu Youyi had nothing to say to her best friend.

As soon as the manuscript paper was taken out, Cui Zu'e walked up and said, "Can I take a look?"

"You can take a look." Song Nanzhu handed it to her with some expectation in his eyes.

The poem she thought was very ordinary just now could receive such praise from Cui Zu'e.

Then this pretentious poem of autumn resentment must be better.

"This handwriting..."

Cui Zu'e sighed in her heart. How could someone write such a good poem, but write such a bad handwriting?

Fortunately, she could recognize it, and she slowly recited the poem.

"I sigh that being sentimental is enough to make me sad, especially when the wind and moon fill the courtyard in autumn."

"The bridal chamber is close to the sound of the night watch, and I am about to turn gray in front of the lamp every night."

When the talented women heard it, they couldn't help but nod their heads repeatedly.

They may not understand or empathize with my heroic words that autumn is better than spring.

But this poem that writes about the infinite sadness in the little girl's heart is exactly what they want.

Each of them has a melancholy look on their faces, as if they have brought in the sadness of being a poet.

"It's really hard for me to imagine that this was written by Youyi's husband. Anyone would think it was a little girl full of sadness."

Some people have already put themselves in the shoes of Chu Youyi.

"I have studied autumn resentment poems for ten years, but today I know that all the manuscripts in the room have become waste paper."

A talented woman sighed in a low voice.

"After hearing this poem, I will never write autumn resentment again..."

The talented woman who specializes in writing autumn resentment poems and even surpasses Chu Youyi in this aspect sighed leisurely.

Break the brush in his hand!

"I don't deserve it..."

...

"No, I just read a book, how come my cultivation level has increased? What's going on?"

Shen Wuming was reading Tianshan Heroine in the bookstore, and suddenly felt a force born out of thin air.

The Confucian mana in his body suddenly increased as if he had taken drugs, and it became 30% stronger in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?" Shen Wuming was puzzled, but then his dantian was agitated again.

Then, the Mohist mana also skyrocketed like a snowball, and in the blink of an eye, it had broken through the sixth realm!

"What the hell?"

Shen Wuming didn't understand it, he felt that the cultivation system of this world was very strange.

Inexplicable growth.

It was not like the fantasy novels he read in his previous life, which required all kinds of hard work and all kinds of training.

There was no such thing as practicing without sleep and forgetting food, and there was no such thing as enlightenment, but it just increased inexplicably.

This is how Mohist practice is, and this is also how Confucianism is...Shen Wuming was speechless.

[Your poems have been praised and recognized by dozens of Confucian monks. Your cultivation has increased.]

[Your dust explosion principle, buoyancy gold testing technique, oyster bridge building technique, cement manufacturing technique, were published in the court gazette at the same time and praised by thousands of people. Your cultivation has increased.]

The system finally gave a prompt. Shen Wuming was thoughtful and thought of the two poems he copied yesterday and the many principles at the Mohist gathering...

The poems should have been given to others by his wife.

As for Archimedes' principle, Shen Wuming didn't care about it. It should be... sent by someone from the Mohist school?

He had heard Cao Zhuyu say that these things would be posted on the court gazette before, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Is it her?

Shen Wuming didn't know, but the increase in cultivation was not a bad thing after all, and it didn't affect his continued reading of Tianshan Heroine.

"Old man, you've been looking for it for a long time, have you found it?" Shen Wuming thought of something and shouted to the back of the bookstore.

The voice of the old man with a bald head sounded, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll find it soon."

"Hurry up."

Shen Wuming put his feet on the desk, and seeing that the old man hadn't come out yet, he simply ran to Yuzhou Noodles across the street.

He found that the taste of this restaurant was really good, and he didn't plan to change it for lunch at night.

"Two bowls of beef noodles, or cut a pig ear and a beef tendon." Shen Wuming slapped a small ingot of silver on the table.

It is said that the feudal dynasty could not kill cattle, and I don't know what the Northern Han officials thought, but they didn't prohibit it.

Shen Wuming felt very comfortable about this. After all, he was not Cao Shaolin, and he still liked to eat beef.

"Sir, take the silver back." The noodle shop owner who looked like a butcher smiled bitterly.

"The money you give me every time you come here to eat noodles is enough for me to cook for you for a month. I feel embarrassed."

"What's the big deal? I pay, you cook noodles. As long as the noodles are delicious, it's a good deal, right?"

Shen Wuming pointed to the bookstore, "Still the old seat, bring it to me later."

"Okay."

When the bald-headed old man walked out from the back of the bookstore, he was covered in dust and holding a dusty book in his hand.

"The only book left is "The Secret Records of Yin and Yang of Lord Changxin". Even if you pay more, I can't find anything else."

The bald-headed old man threw the book in front of Shen Wuming, sat on a small stool beside him, and spread his hands.

His eyes fell on the small noodles in front of him, and a touch of emotion flashed across his face, "Haha, this noodle is really expensive."