That night, the three of them drank up the jar of scented wine. The great scholar Qin Bingzhong and Fu Xiaoguan became brothers. Dong Shulan had a better understanding of Fu Xiaoguan, but also became a little more confused.

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Fu Xiaoguan boasted about the study of things - in the eyes of others, it was something unorthodox, but to Fu Xiaoguan, it was a big deal.

What kind of person is this?

Since Grandpa Qin said that the words that point the way for people all over the world can lead to the study of sages, this is the lifelong pursuit of scholars. However, he just doesn't study. Instead, he just wants to be a free and easy small landlord and is obsessed with the so-called study of things.

After Fu Xiaoguan left, Old Qin and Dong Shulan drank tea until very late, and all they talked about was Fu Xiaoguan.

"He has great ambitions, yet he acts like this... It's not something that ordinary people can do. With Brother Fu's talent, if he is willing to study, it won't be difficult for him to pass the imperial examination and make a speech to the emperor."

"But he gave up this path chosen by millions of people." This is what Dong Shulan doesn't understand the most.

"As he said, there are countless great paths, and he chose a path rarely traveled. This is his great wisdom. Shulan, imagine that he, like those students, read the classics and took the imperial examinations... Even if he ended up being the top scorer, wouldn't it be surprising?"

Yes, this guy can compose poems effortlessly, and his understanding of the art of studying is unmatched. This is the Wenkui, like the God of Literature descending to earth. If he becomes the top scorer... it seems natural.

"But he chose to study things. I didn't understand the things he said, and some of them were even outrageous. For example, the Earth is round, light refracts, and... that rice can actually hybridize, and the resulting seeds can double the rice yield. If anyone else had said that, I would have scolded him, but when he said it, I just believed it."

Dong Shulan laughed, "It's just a small path after all."

"I don't see it that way. If he truly achieves what he said and what he didn't say, the value he'll create will be unparalleled. Then let's look at it from another angle. Isn't he also establishing a mind for heaven and earth, a destiny for the people, carrying on the unique knowledge of the past sages, and bringing peace to the world for all eternity? I think it's more than that. If he succeeds, he'll develop a unique unique knowledge... That's the great achievement of founding a school. That's the goal of becoming a saint!"

Dong Shulan's heart skipped a beat. Becoming a saint... This praise was too exaggerated, and Dong Shulan couldn't imagine it for a moment.

"So, my little friend is no ordinary person!"

…

Fu Xiaoguan, who was praised by Qin Bingzhong as an extraordinary person, slept soundly that night.

Fu Xiaoguan woke up naturally at the hour of Mao. He drank a little too much last night and his head was a little buzzing.

There was the sound of raindrops outside the window, and the morning breeze blew in with mist, falling on Fu Xiaoguan's face, moist and cool, which made him a little more awake.

Chunxiu brought him some water for washing. He washed up, stretched his body in Langfang, and ran around Langfang.

He has been exercising non-stop these days, and there is certainly some effect. His body is obviously much better, but in Bai Yulian's opinion, he is still a weakling.

Bai Yulian is standing in the rain at this moment.

He was dressed in black, with a long sword wrapped in black cloth on his back, his black hair fluttering in the drizzle, and he held a black wine bag in one hand, occasionally taking a sip or two, looking like a hero.

"I'm going out for a while and won't be back for about ten days. Please be careful these days."

Fu Xiaoguan stopped in astonishment and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Find a Taoist priest."

“…Go ahead.”

Bai Yulian suddenly flew up, her black clothes fluttering, and then she disappeared in the rain and fog.

What the hell!

Fu Xiaoguan felt a little depressed and continued running.

After finishing morning lessons, taking a shower and having breakfast, Fu Xiaoguan had already forgotten the scene of Bai Yulian flying.

"Xiu'er, go ask Butler Yi and Butler Huang to come over. I have something to ask."

"Oh." Xiu'er turned and left. Fu Xiaoguan sat in the pavilion, watching the raindrops falling from the eaves, thinking that Dong Shulan might have left Linjiang by now.

This woman...Fu Xiaoguan had to admit that his father, Fu Daguan, had good taste, because he said that if he wanted to marry a wife, he should marry Dong Shulan.

After several contacts, Fu Xiaoguan's understanding of Dong Shulan became clearer and clearer.

Sometimes he is as intelligent as the lotus that stays away from dust, and sometimes he is as silent as the orchid that blooms in the valley.

This was a young girl who had just reached the age of marriage, and her cultivation impressed Fu Xiaoguan.

At this moment, at the east gate of Linjiang City, a row of carriages stood quietly in the rain. A woman in white clothes and a white veil was also standing in the rain, waving goodbye to those who came to see her off.

She scanned the crowd but didn't see the man.

Although she was smiling, her heart was as lonely as the raindrops.

She was holding a black box in her hand. She turned around and got on the largest carriage in the middle. She put down the heavy box, closed the door curtain, and the convoy set off, facing the drizzle in Jiangbei.

…

Fu Xiaoguan was writing furiously on the stone table.

Huang Wei and Yi Yu sat on both sides, and Chunxiu stood behind Fu Xiaoguan.

There were strange things written on those pieces of paper, like: "Yu Fu Ji, redefining the standard of baijiu." Or: "Jinling has Tianxiang, Linjiang has Tianchun. Tianchun fine wine, worthy of your possession." The great scholar of the time, Qin Lao, personally inscribed the name of Xiangquan Tianchun. If you want to compose hundreds of poems, please drink Tianchun wine...

“These things are ads.”

Fu Xiaoguan wrote a long and arduous letter, then said, "What I want you to do is have someone write everything on these papers on red cloth. The red cloth should be two zhang long and one meter wide, tied to bamboo poles on both sides, and have someone hold it up for me. We should walk around the streets and alleys of Linjiang three times a day. There should be gongs and drums, and someone should shout. The words 'Yu Fu Ji grandly launches on the first day of June' should be in the first and last rows."

"The other thing is to make a batch of lanterns. Print the words Yu Fu Ji and Xiang Quan Tian Chun on all of them, and put them up every ten meters along the river. I want these lanterns floating all along the river."

"Also, order a thousand of these boxes, line them with cotton and cover them with this red silk."

"Send these words to Yuji Glass Shop and Jiangji Porcelain Shop in Xifang. Yuji will have the words Tianchun embossed on the bottom of their cups, and Jiangji's porcelain bottles will have these words printed on the body and bottom respectively. Also, the quality and delivery of the batch of goods I ordered cannot be a problem. Jiangji Porcelain Shop will deliver the goods directly to Yufuji and have someone fill the bottles with wine. Note that the red bottles are for Tianchun, which can only hold three taels each, and the blue bottles are for Xiangquan, so don't make a mistake."

“…”

After explaining everything in detail, Huang Wei and Yi Yu took the things and left the backyard.

"Young Master... has really changed." Huang Wei said in a low voice.

"Since the trip to the village, I found that the young master has changed." Yi Yu said with a smile.

"That's great. As for the Second Madam..."

Yi Yu looked up at the misty sky and sighed, "Second Madam, everything is fine."