Reversing Life

Zhao Youcheng copied many poems by famous people, and Mu Yunxian selected a few of those that he had not copied and printed them. As for the signature, of course, Zhao Youcheng could not be written. Whoever was the original author should be written on it.

This March is the Spring Examination, and there are less than two months left. There are especially many talented people in the capital. After half a year, Mu Yunxian's play is still very popular. Especially when the famous actors who sang the play at the beginning performed, the performances were full. He controlled the quantity and distributed the booklet to some people in each performance.

So the booklet became popular. The root cause was that the poems selected by Mu Yunxian were popular in later generations, and Mu Yunxian's popular play helped promote it. For a time, in the huge capital, you could hear people reciting a few lines everywhere.

Thanks to this booklet, the senior official who said he wanted to meet Mu Yunxian last year actually remembered him. When Mu Yunxian was free, he went to deliver the invitation, but the high official forgot about him and refused to let him in.

Following the high official's servants, Mu Yunxian entered his house, bowed, and sat down with a nervous look.

The high official looked humble, exchanged a few pleasantries with him, and then got to the point: "There are a few poems in your book that really suit my taste. I'd like to ask, do you know where the poet is from and where he is now?"

Mu Yunxian thought to himself, Li Bai and Du Fu were both people from another dimension thousands of years ago. If you want to see him, you may have to cross not only space but also time. But he still said timidly on the surface: "This... I don't know."

"Oh?" The senior official said in surprise: "This is unreasonable."

"Actually... I got it from a fellow villager named Zhao." Mu Yunxian said: "This Zhao is named Zhao Youcheng. He used to be a teacher for my son. Later, he left my home for some reasons. I found this poem from the miscellaneous items he left behind. Just because of greed, I printed it at the back of the book and brazenly regarded it as Zhao's comment on the play I gave me. It's really wrong and I dare not deceive you."

The senior official was even more surprised: "Since you said it was Zhao's poem, why didn't you write his name?"

Mu Yunxian said at a loss: "The names of these people were written on the paper he left behind, not him!"

"You don't know that the spirit of this poem is exactly the same as the poems and essays written by Zhao Youcheng..." The senior official read a few sentences, but still didn't want to say more to Mu Yunxian, and only said: "Can you lend me those pieces of paper?"

Mu Yunxian nodded in agreement.

After the high officials got those A4 papers, Mu Yunxian knew that his plan was half successful.

The ancients knew that a child carrying gold bricks through a busy city was tantamount to seeking death. Zhao Youcheng's weak foundation was much weaker than a child in the eyes of these high officials and nobles, and the poems he memorized were worth more than a hundred times the value of gold.

In the past, he was like a golden finger, and others did not doubt why he could write these poems, until Mu Yunxian tore off his painted skin, and those high officials and nobles could not control what they wanted to do.

The employer's idea was too general, just to let Zhao Youcheng get punished, and there was no specific rule for how to do it. Mu Yunxian's approach directly wiped out Zhao Youcheng's future. After the truth was revealed, no one could let a thief enter the court and be appointed as a marquis.

Considering that this gentleman might be tempted by fame, Mu Yunxian helped Zhao Youcheng cover up privately, and quietly told several other dignitaries that his poems were copied from a few pieces of white and clean paper that Zhao Youcheng left in his house, and then he went home contentedly.

Zhao Youcheng copied many poems by great people, and Mu Yunxian selected a few of those that he had not copied and printed them. As for the signature, of course, he could not write Zhao Youcheng, whoever was the original author, wrote the other person's name.

March this year is the Spring Examination, and there are less than two months left. There are especially many talented people in the capital. Mu Yunxian's play has been popular for half a year. Especially when the famous actor who sang the play at the beginning came to perform, the show was full. He controlled the quantity and distributed the booklet to some people at each show.

So the booklet became popular. The root of the problem is the poems that Mu Yunxian picked, which are popular in later generations. In addition, the popular drama Mu Yunxian helped promote it. For a time, in the huge capital, people could hear people reciting a few lines everywhere.

Thanks to this booklet, the high-ranking official who said he wanted to meet Mu Yunxian last year actually remembered him. Mu Yunxian went to deliver the invitation, but the high-ranking official forgot about him and was turned away.

Following the servants of the high-ranking official, Mu Yunxian entered his house, bowed, and sat down pretending to be nervous.

The senior official looked humble, exchanged a few pleasantries with him, and then got to the point: "There are a few poems in your book that really suit my taste. I would like to ask, do you know where the poet is from and where he is now?"

Mu Yunxian thought to himself, Li Bai and Du Fu were both people from another dimension thousands of years ago. If you want to see him, you may have to cross not only space but also time. But he still said timidly: "This... I don't know."

"Oh?" The senior official said in surprise: "This is unreasonable."

"Actually... I got it from a fellow villager named Zhao Juren." Mu Yunxian said: "This Juren Zhao's name is Zhao Youcheng. He used to be a teacher for my son. Later, he left my home for some reasons. I found this poem among the miscellaneous things he left behind. It was just because of greed that I printed it at the back of the book and brazenly regarded it as Zhao Juren's comment on the play I gave me. It's really wrong and I dare not deceive you."

The senior official was even more surprised: "Since you said it was Zhao Juren's poem, why didn't you write his name?"

Mu Yunxian said blankly: "The names of these people are written on the paper he left behind, not his!"

"You don't know that the spirit in this poem is exactly the same as the poems written by Zhao Youcheng..." The senior official read a few sentences, but was still unwilling to talk to Mu Yunxian, and only said: "Can you lend me those papers?"

Mu Yunxian nodded.

After the senior official got those A4 papers, Mu Yunxian knew that his plan was half successful.

The ancients knew that a child carrying gold bricks through a busy city was tantamount to seeking death. Zhao Youcheng's weak foundation was much weaker than that of a child in the eyes of these senior officials and nobles, and the poems he wrote down were worth more than a hundred times the value of gold.

In the past, he was like a golden finger, and others did not doubt why he could write these poems, until Mu Yunxian tore off his painted skin, and those senior officials and nobles wanted to do what they wanted, which was no longer controlled by Mu Yunxian.

The employer's idea was too general, just to let Zhao Youcheng get punished, and there was no specific rules for how to do it. Mu Yunxian's approach directly wiped out Zhao Youcheng's future. After the truth was revealed, no one could allow a thief to enter the court and be appointed as a marquis.

Considering that this adult might be tempted by fame, Mu Yunxian privately helped Zhao Youcheng cover up, and quietly told several other dignitaries that his poems were copied from a few pieces of white and clean paper that Zhao Youcheng left in his house, and then went home contentedly.

He didn't know that he was judging a gentleman by his own standards. After reading these pieces of paper, the senior officials finally presented them to the emperor. The emperor read the poem printed in simplified Song font several times, and laughed in anger: "What a literary thief."

Zhao Youcheng disappeared from this world before he had time to accept people's doubts when the pamphlet became popular in the capital. He was locked in a dungeon by the emperor, and he copied it every day. He lived a life worse than death for several years, but he couldn't stand it and died of a cold.

Mu Yunxian returned to the Wen family, feeling that he had found a new way and had successfully fulfilled the host's wish. But he didn't want to waste the 20 years given by his employer. He was worried, and flipped through the copied golden finger, and had another idea.

Zhao Youcheng's knowledge not only includes famous poems and essays, but also a lot of knowledge related to mathematics and physics. It would be a pity not to use it.

Of course, Mu Yunxian would not be as reckless as Zhao Youcheng. He had to find a way to gain both fame and fortune without attracting attention.