Just that one lump, and it was printed out directly.

Densely packed.

In the words of these old masters themselves: I have already written down the answers for you, and I am just about to stuff them into your mouths. Why do you still need to tell me how to do things?

Uncle Fu stared wide-eyed, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Moreover, it really wasn't; it was just a poem written on a piece of paper with densely packed small regular script characters.

They were arranged very neatly, one by one.

The key point is that, based on his shallow understanding, his answer to this analysis seems quite good?

At least it wasn't like Instructor Xu's long, rambling speech, which was confusing and made it hard to grasp the main point.

I can understand it.

Just like the books in a study, with vernacular stories and classical texts, categorized so neatly that it's hard to find the main point at a glance;

Instead of a private bookshelf with a huge stack of books piled up, where you have to rummage through everything again to find the book you're looking for.

There's simply no way to start.

Uncle Fu opened his mouth wide, hesitated for a long time, and looked at Chen Xian: "Brother Chen, don't tell me that this is the answer you just saw in this book and summarized by yourself?"

Don't go too far.

Chen Xian shook his head.

To avoid being seen as a weirdo by Uncle Fu, he shook his head and said, "You're overthinking it. I usually enjoy reading poems from different dynasties. After gaining some insights, I naturally come up with my own set of ideas..."

"Is it alright?"

Uncle Fu laughed heartily and breathed a sigh of relief.

“If you answer as if it were written, I’ll really have to find a Taoist priest to perform a ritual for you to see if your body has been possessed.”

A farmer, who had attended school for a year and a half, still didn't recognize many of the unfamiliar characters.

To be able to write vernacular stories is already a pipe dream.

In a very short time, he developed his own set of ideas through eating and reading.

And he still claims he's not an old monster?

Uncle Fu, holding the paper, said with a smile, "I'll have the old scholar take a look. If it's really usable, as long as you can guarantee this level of quality."

Brother, I guarantee that wherever you appear in the future, that Instructor Xu will definitely keep a tight rein on himself.

It's disgusting.

Chen Xian ignored him and continued thinking about the newly published storybooks.

Qingyun Tower?

All right.

Why do you have to force me? Why don't you just stay quiet, write your books, and make a fortune in secret?