Although it is said that the meaning of a book will become clear after reading it a hundred times, wouldn’t it be faster to progress if you could get guidance from great scholars in the book?

Lan Yuanqing didn't continue to embarrass him and nodded, saying, "I'll pack some for Ziheng to bring to you later. You have to stick to this and do it well."

Knowing that Mr. Lan agreed, Wang Yu quickly stood up and bowed to Lan Yuanqing, "Thank you, Mr. Lan."

Lan Yuanqing said this not only for the fame he wanted, but also because he hoped that as Wang Yu said, it would be easier for students from poor families to study. Why didn't he do these things himself? As he was old, it would take a lot of time to teach a student and he had no energy to compile books.

Wang Yu got what he wanted and didn't stay long. After thanking Mr. Lan, he said goodbye. It was almost dark when he went back, but it couldn't stop Wang Yu from being happy.

When passing by the Qingyuan Street Night Market, Wang Yu was in the mood to go in for a stroll. He thought that if he found something interesting, he could buy something to take back to Cheng Chen, so he asked Zheng Shu to park the carriage next to the main street and he walked in himself, as it was not easy for the carriage to navigate inside the night market.

The night market was brightly lit and bustling with the sounds of hawkers. In addition to selling food, accessories and spices, Wang Yu also saw people selling flowers and pet birds.

Wang Yu stopped at a stall selling goldfish. There were several goldfish in a white ceramic tank, some red, some white, and one black.

The black one was particularly beautiful. Wang Yu thought that Cheng Chen and Dabao would like this goldfish, so he even bought a tank. Fortunately, the tank was not big and Wang Yu could hold it by himself.

There was no curfew in Dali, so the streets were very busy at this time, and shops and taverns were still open for business. The streets at night looked different from those during the day, with bright lights and bustling bustle, really like a vivid ancient painting.

Wang Yu was thinking about taking Cheng Chen and the others out to the night market someday, so he held the fish tank and asked Zheng Shu to slow down the carriage. He went back in a good mood.