Mystery Makes Me Strong

However, Wen Rensheng didn't care about this either.

He then returned to the room.

Keep reading.

As for taking the exam, it was very simple for him.

Soon, 9am arrived.

Well, the 24-hour clock is already used here.

Numbers came in too.

Because there are gods, it is slightly more open than the feudal society of the previous life.

Mainly for the convenience of God.

24 hours is more accurate than the 12 hour clock.

Then Wen Rensheng went to class.

During class, he used his academic skills.

It didn't take long for these students to notice a difference.

They found that the knowledge seemed to become animated and seemed to become easy to understand.

But Wen Rensheng sighed.

It's all corrupt Confucian knowledge.

They don't teach people how to make a living, they just teach them ethics and etiquette, respecting superiors and inferiors.

It seems useful, but in fact it can only be used in official circles.

Even in officialdom, it is often not used.

When it is really used, it is on certain occasions.

Therefore, many scholars read too much, which is too cumbersome and they lose the flexibility they had when they were young.

He became a useless person.

As Wen Rensheng gradually lectured, the students were also fascinated by it.

At this moment, at some point, a group of people had gathered outside.

The voices were all discussing in low voices.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, I would still be able to attend such a class for children." A scholar said.

"Yes, it seems that Brother Zhao's lecture ability is more than ten times better than his exam question ability."

"He won't be able to pass the Juren exam, but it's very likely that some of his students will."

"Wait a minute, the purpose of our visit is to ask where the widower Wang is. Don't just listen to the lecture."

"Then you have to ask after class. After all, studying and teaching are the work of the gods and cannot be blasphemed."

These scholars turned out to be looking for trouble.

Widower Wang is indeed a bait.

It's a bait used to annex other people's property.

And Wen Rensheng had already kicked the old widower Wang to death and buried him.

Naturally, the whereabouts cannot be revealed.

But why is he worried about this?

Not worried at all.

The most powerful skill in solving crimes these days is to bring someone in front of a saint to ask questions.

And Wen Rensheng had a way to deal with this.

Sure enough, after he came to class, five or six scholars surrounded Wen Rensheng.

"Brother Zhao, please be polite."

"Oh, isn't this Brother Qian? What's the matter?" Wen Rensheng went out carrying a volume of books.

"It's like this. Widower Wang said that he came to you today to discuss breaking off the engagement, but it's already noon and he hasn't come back yet. We are his classmates and friends, so we came to ask." Qian Xiucai asked.

When Wen Rensheng heard this, he knew that these people must have been paying attention to widower Wang's affairs, so he immediately noticed that widower Wang had not returned home.

Otherwise, it will take at least two days to find out.

"Oh, then why are you looking for him? Why are you looking for me? I didn't see him. Maybe he was old. On the way here, he suddenly became seriously ill and was sent to the hospital." Wen Rensheng said casually. Give a reason.

"Impossible, please stop lying here. We asked all the way, and someone saw him going to your home, but no one saw him coming back from your home!" Qian Xiucai still has some potential as a detective.

He was able to deduce the approximate location of the disappearance from the witnesses who came and went.

"Even if he saw the direction to my house, it doesn't prove that he went to my house." Wen Rensheng smiled, "Maybe he turned around again halfway. After all, the alley where my family lives has several turns."

"Humph, we thought you were the one who hid the person! You wanted to wait until they got married before releasing the person!" Qian Xiucai never expected that Wen Rensheng would really dare to kill someone.

Of course, the original Zhao Xiucai, let alone killing people, would not dare to marry the He family once he heard something was going on.

Now Wen Rensheng just shook his head: "You said I hid it, so I hid it? I also said you hid it and framed me on purpose!"

"You, you are talking nonsense, you have the guts to go to the Confucian Temple to confront me!" Sure enough, Qian Xiucai and others would use this trick.

Since there are simple methods, naturally no one uses complicated methods.

Wen Rensheng smiled lightly:

"Okay then, let's go to the Confucian Temple."

"Go to the Confucian Temple!"

"go!"

"Let's go together!"

Suddenly, the excitement became lively.

Students, as well as residents living near the school, all began to watch.

And follow them one by one.

Wen Rensheng really wanted to say, you don't have to work to eat?

Someone seemed to notice it, and a woman immediately answered: "I won't be hungry if I don't work for a long time. Besides, I went to the Confucian Temple and got new things to talk about. The ladies and girls will also give me more work. Let us talk more. Give me Point reward money.”

Hahaha.

Sure enough, a group of smart citizens.

This is also the soil where urban technology originated.

such a pity.

As long as there are kings at the top and Confucian etiquette at the bottom, even if the citizen class can break through, it will be difficult to break through too much.

But as long as there are no barbarian invasions.

The citizen class can still successfully absorb advanced foreign things.

He saw some people dressed very strangely.

Men dress in colorful clothes, wear flowers in their hair, and apply powder on their faces, lest they are not eye-catching enough.

Not many people talk about them.

That person is still a scholar.

This is the atmosphere of openness.

People naturally like new things.

I hate being old-fashioned.

It was only slowly being closed down and suppressed that I had no choice but to keep to the old ways for the sake of safety.

He also saw someone riding a wooden bicycle.

It's also strange.

The tires were made of rubber wrapped with wood, and the chains were all made of iron.

The transmission device is also made of iron.

The cyclist is also a talented person.

"Hey, Zhao Xiucai also likes this walking beast?"

"One hundred and two cars."

"A hundred taels, are you trying to steal money?" This price is enough for an ordinary family to live for 20 years, just to buy a car that is not very comfortable.

Generally speaking, a carriage costs only 30 taels. Of course, including horses, it is more expensive and costs close to 70 taels.

And if the price of this car is reduced to 5 taels, there will still be a market.

Some wealthy citizens are willing to buy.

"I can join forces with you and make improvements together." Wen Rensheng said as he walked.

"Oh, that's great." The bicycle showman said happily.

"Yeah, but you have to improve as I say."

"It depends on whether what you say is right and how much money you pay." said the bicycle scholar.

"Strange, you don't seem to be worried about me being regarded as a murderer by the Confucian Temple?" Wen Rensheng asked casually.

"Hahaha, because I made a bet with someone before, I D, you are the murderer. If I lose, you can cooperate with me; if I win, although I can't cooperate, I can make money." The bicycle showman said proudly road.

Wen Rensheng now knew why this guy could invent the bicycle.

This is a cunning person.

In fact, many inventors themselves are cunning, or flexible.

It should be said that there are also honest inventors, but their achievements are often not preserved, so after they are eliminated and screened out, only the cunning inventors remain.

Just like in some abnormal places, honest people don't live well.

Of course this is wrong.

And Wen Rensheng also knew why Wonder City threw him into this place.

Maybe you want him to change the atmosphere here?

Well, let’s turn the world upside down.

Soon everyone came to the Confucian Temple one by one, driven by the excitement.

At the entrance of the Confucian Temple is a large archway.

Engraved with couplet:

"A saint through the ages, full of literary spirit."

It's unfair, I'm sorry.

That's right.

He was not worthy of his reputation as a saint through the ages, but it was elevated by later generations.

Similar to the founders of various sects.

It was also very humble and lowly in the beginning.

Later, he survived, and his descendants continued to improve.

This is why everyone wants to have a future.

Only in the future can the evaluation be maintained, or it can be traced back to the ancestors.

If you have no choice, you can only let others slander you.

Then Wen Rensheng, Qian Xiucai and others came to the foot of the archway.

Behind the archway is a large temple.

In front of the temple is a large courtyard, which is blocked by high walls.

This symbolizes shielding the poor and untouchables from the temple.

Without enough money, it is impossible to go in and pay homage.

But there is one situation where entry is allowed.

That is, someone comes to the Confucian Temple to ask the saint to make the decision.

That's accessible to everyone.

When it comes to testifying, gaining reputation, and spreading the word, untouchables are useful again...

This is also the reason why there are so many people watching the excitement.

At this time, seeing so many people coming, before Miao Zhu came forward, two scholars went over to explain the matter.

"Since it is a scholar who wants to go to the temple to ask the saint to make the decision, it is naturally a big deal. I will go and ask the civil servant to give his instructions." Miao Zhu said.

Yes, this Confucian temple is run by Wenju people and the Wen family.

It can also be said to be a family talisman.

Unless there is too much public anger and too many bad things are done on the surface, it will be passed down from generation to generation.

Not to mention anything else, just by renting out the stalls in front of the temple, and including festivals on weekdays, you can earn hundreds of acres of good land.

So the competition is fierce.

If the family has a successor from generation to generation, the Confucian Temple in the county can be preserved.

But if you want to keep the Confucian Temple in the mansion, you have to have administrators from generation to generation.

It has to be level seven or above.

If it were a Confucian temple in a provincial capital, it must be from a Jinshi family.

With the Confucian Temple, when the administrators usually want to harvest, they will never first think of the Confucian Temple family.

This is only possible if everything else is harvested cleanly.

And Wen Juren came out quickly.

He usually lives in the temple and studies.

Relying on the statue of the saint, the literary spirit is also flourishing.

Learning progresses quickly.

This is also the reason for occupying the Confucian Temple. After occupying it, the probability of being elected from generation to generation is very high.

If you can't get out, then quickly marry someone to come back.

Let the children of Juren change their surnames to their own children.

Sometimes there is nothing we can do. We have dozens of children in our lifetime and hundreds of scholars in our family, but we just can’t pass the exam.

This is normal.

It's all possible through luck or someone getting in the way.

The civil servant looked at everyone, and then said with disdain: "You scholars, you don't know how to work hard, and you are bothering the saint again!"

"Is being a saint the end of the Spring and Autumn Period?"

"Everyone doesn't know what to say, why don't you go back and study!"

All the scholars were depressed and angry.

But among scholars, fame is the most difficult status difference.

Even if a person can be an official, he can do a great job.

His status among the scholars was not as good as that of a Jinshi.

Others may fawn over his power, but they secretly despise him.

Zuo Gong is the most typical one.

At this time, Qian Xiucai stepped forward with a arrogant look on his face: "Senior Wen, we are just trying to defend the scholarly atmosphere. Today, someone is greedy for beauty and wealth, and has killed the senior scholar Wang and Lao Xiucai in the examination room."

"It is simply a heinous crime and brings shame to our fellow scholars!"

"I hope seniors can allow us to enter the Confucian Temple and let the saints deal with this shameless person."

When Wen Juren heard this, he immediately hesitated.

Based on his personal interests, he naturally does not want to let outsiders in.

Especially for scholars, that will take away the literary spirit.

But what the other party said was high-sounding.

If you refuse, you will be going against the ethos of Shilin and the whole of Shilin.

Others come to correct the situation, but you refuse to let them in?

What do you mean?

Is it because you yourself have a bad attitude?

Indeed, he is really crooked.

He was once behind the Confucian Temple and couldn't bear the hardship of studying, so he asked his daughter to climb over the wall and enter.

He greeted with a ladder.

As for why he didn't leave the Confucian Temple, the main reason was that he didn't want to waste a day staying in the Confucian Temple.

Moreover, literature has a tendency to make no progress after ten years of hard work. Once you have an epiphany, you will immediately soar.

As for his scandals, Qian Xiucai obviously seemed to be vaguely aware of them.

I just deliberately said that I was upright, obviously to remind myself.

The style of your literary family is also not right.

So Wen Juren sighed and said, "Okay, come in and leave quickly."

"Don't disturb the saint's purity."

"It's natural."

Soon everyone supported the two people and went in.

After entering, a standing statue of a saint is in the front yard.

The whole body is made of stone, and the carving is considered to be both physical and spiritual.

The long robe is being held in hand, as if saluting people coming and going.

"Okay, you guys light the incense."

“Give the saint incense and then say what you want.”

Soon Qian Xiucai took out 30 taels of silver to buy incense.

Seeing this, the surrounding melon-eating citizens were all shocked.

"Just burning incense, even if you come all the way, you still need 30 taels of silver."

"There are a few companies here that can withstand this."

"Haha, that's because you have never seen rich people, so this thing is not for us."

"Yes, poor people have low lives. Even if they die, they are not qualified to burn incense and let Saint Wen take a look at us."

Everyone sighed.

Then Qian Xiucai burned incense.

Then Wen Rensheng felt a mysterious gaze watching him.

Then I started to look back at my past experiences.

This seems a bit powerful.

Is this the ability to control time?

However, he quickly understood that this was not the case. The other party was searching his brain memory.

Although it is not about controlling time, it is powerful enough to be able to do this.

Obviously, this saint has been making progress and absorbing the wisdom of hundreds of schools of thought since he became a saint.

He doesn't seem to know much about closedness and openness.

Therefore, he allowed his disciples and grandchildren to run wildly in the direction of culture and education.

Now it seems that he might have done something else.

Wen Rensheng directly created false memories.

He creates false memories for himself, and of course he won't worry that he won't be able to go back.

My memory is seeing widower Wang walking towards his house, then turning around and leaving.

So a line of lotus quickly fell in front of the giant statue of the literary saint.

"He is innocent."

"What, he is innocent?" Qian Xiucai subconsciously refused to admit this.