I Become A Saint By Studying

"Four... four hundred thousand!"

Zheng Zhiqiu was dumbfounded, and quite astonished in his heart.

400,000 to buy two rubbings of poems?

I'm afraid I'm not sick!

In Duobao Pavilion, it's not that there are no rubbings with high talents for sale, and no matter how high the price is... it will not exceed 120,000.

He Wancheng's face turned red, and he also raised his head, saying, "I'll pay 450,000 yuan!"

"Ruthless! The old man is ruthless..." He Weijun trembled, and said with a gloomy expression, "500,000!"

Wow!

At this moment, the master and more than a dozen bachelors who hurried down the mountain happened to see the scene where the two deans were arguing until their faces turned red.

Suddenly, there was an uproar.

"Dean, what's going on?" Chen Jinbei asked in a low voice in Zheng Zhiqiu's ear.

Zheng Zhiqiu smiled wryly and said, "They are arguing over the rubbings of the inscription poem, and they have already asked for a price of five hundred thousand taels of silver!"

"what!"

Chen Jinbei was speechless in surprise, and whispered, "The poem on the inscription is also a rubbing copy, how can it be worth so much?"

Zheng Zhiqiu nodded and said, "We can't let them argue any longer, I'm afraid there will be a fight!"

Zheng Zhiqiu just wanted to speak out to dissuade him.

Lin Yi, who was also worried about the actions of the two deans, had already started to persuade, "Why should the two deans argue, it's fine if one of them doesn't agree with each other?"

Zheng Zhiqiu looked at Lin Yi with a smile, and said, "Lin Yi, you are a Junior, how can you persuade them, let me..."

Swish!

Swish!

Before Zheng Zhiqiu could finish speaking, they had already rolled up their sleeves, and the two principals who were about to fight stopped in tacit understanding with each other.

Each of them flicked their sleeves!

No one sees each other.

"???"

Zheng Zhiqiu was stunned, why is Lin Yi so easy to speak?

"Uh..." Chen Jinbei was also surprised.

He Weijun snorted coldly and said, "That's fine, the poem on the inscription in my academy already has a similar exhortation poem, so I'll take the rubbing copy of another one!"

Lin Yi has already spoken, how can he still have an opinion?

"Coincidentally!"

He Wancheng was also worried that a fight would cause a bad impression on the Confucian of Pingzhou Academy, so he said indifferently, "What I just need is this kind of persuasive poem!"

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the two principals with a smile, "Isn't that all right? Everyone gets what they need!"

He Weijun nodded and said, "Indeed, sometimes letting go is also a reward!"

"One song is fine!"

He Wancheng hesitated and said, "However, I just don't know if that Confucian senior will agree..."

He looked at Zheng Zhiqiu.

"I really don't have great scholars in Pingzhou Academy!" Zheng Zhiqiu said helplessly.

"Principal Zheng, don't hide it. These are two poems on the inscription tablet. How could a great scholar write them?"

He Wancheng shook his head and sighed, "Besides being able to quell the chaos of the Heavenly Demon, who else could it be if it wasn't a great Confucian? Let the senior nod, and I'll make a rubbing right now!"

"you really……"

Zheng Zhiqiu really didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he turned his head and joked with Lin Yi, "Great Confucianism, please nod your head!"

Lin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, nodded and said, "Okay! Let's make a rubbing!"

"???"

He Wancheng's expression froze, his whole body went numb.

Lin Yi?

Are these two inscription poems written by Lin Yi?

This, this, this...

"Hehe, I told you before that there are no great Confucians, and you still don't believe me!"

He Weijun laughed out loud.

Immediately took out the blank rubbing copy from the sleeve robe, and started rubbing it on the inscription tablet first.

rubbings.

It is also a must for readers besides Four Treasures of the Study.

After all, sometimes when I go out to study and come across some poems and articles, if I'm lucky, I might still be a talented poem that hasn't been rubbed.

It is not difficult to operate.

You only need to paste the rubbings on the poems, and the charm of the poems can be drawn out by running, and it will be printed on the rubbings.

Li Wenbo's heart was surging.

Even the deans of the two major academies are so crazy about Lin Yi's poems. Being Lin Yi's book boy is definitely the most correct choice in life.

He leaned in front of Lin Yi and said in a low voice, "Master, now you are well-developed!"

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "The money will be used for the reconstruction of the academy, and for the bachelors who died for the academy..."

Li Wenbo fell silent for a moment, feeling extremely ashamed.

soon.

He Weijun finished the rubbing and was very satisfied with it.

He carefully put away the rubbings, took out twenty-five Dayan gold tickets from his sleeve robe, and handed them to Lin Yi, "Lin Yi, click on it, this is a gold ticket, one worth ten thousand taels of silver!"

Lin Yi accepted the golden ticket, and solemnly said, "Junior will thank Dean He for the death of the academy bachelor!"

"It should be!"

He Weijun stroked his beard and chuckled, he had to keep this rubbings carefully.

It will be of great use in the future!

"Gudong!"

He Wancheng swallowed his saliva, the way he looked at Lin Yi changed, and he felt regretful in his heart, "If I had worked harder in Daxing Town before, I... my Qingping Academy would have developed!"

"No! We must find a way to invite Lin Yi to study at Qingping Academy, and if we can leave behind a poem or two... tsk tsk!"

After He Wancheng came back to his senses, he looked at Lin Yi and said, "Lin Yi, you impress me so much! I want the rubbings of your inscription poem!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly lay down on the stele and rubbed it.

After the rubbing was completed, He Wancheng did not hand over the golden ticket to Lin Yi, but to Zheng Zhiqiu.

"This……"

Zheng Zhiqiu glanced at Lin Yi, and when he saw Lin Yi nodding with a smile, he accepted it beautifully.

"Brother He is too polite, let's go...go to the academy for a talk!"

Zheng Zhiqiu was in a good mood after receiving the golden ticket, and his name for He Wancheng also changed.

After all, no one will have trouble with money.

Zheng Zhiqiu then looked at Chen Jinbei, and said, "Master Chen, seal up the corpse of the demon Taoist Qiu Yunji until the academy's bachelors are buried. The dean will take the corpse of the demon Taoist priest to the Holy Academy to plead guilty!"

"Yes!"

Chen Jinbei took the order, but his heart was quite heavy.

The dean went to the Holy Court to plead guilty, and the consequences were unbearable, needless to say.

I'm afraid, retiring from old age and returning to one's hometown is a luxury!

"Lin Yi will use all the money from selling the rubbings to the academy, so what will he do in the future to study and practice?"

Li Wenbo was worried that Lin Yi would be short of money for studying and practicing in the future, so he leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Master, how about... the rubbings of the poems on the inscription plaques are also sold? There are too many places to spend money for studying and practicing... It's hard to meet To two big heads..."

"Isn't it suitable?"

Lin Yi was a little moved, and said, "Besides, they don't have to, after all, rubbings are not too precious!"

"Let me try?"

"kindness!"

Lin Yi nodded slightly.

The rubbings are not authentic, and the charm contained in them is extremely limited, so it is useless for the academy to keep them.

It must be a good thing if it can be exchanged for money, I'm afraid that He Weijun and He Wancheng won't want it.

"Both deans, Lin Yi also has a rubbing copy of a poem written on a plaque that I would like to sell..."

Li Wenbo looked at He Weijun and He Wancheng with a smile, and said, "Do you want it?"

"what?"

"what!"

He Weijun and He Wancheng stared sharply, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The poem on the plaque?

This is only a Mingzhou poem blessed by prefecture-level cultural treasures, which can become a poem on an inscription plaque!

Has Lin Yi been recognized as the master of the earth-level Wenbao?