Scholar C: "It's hard to get a seat in the theater nowadays. I want to pay extra to get in but I can't. Who owns this theater? Does he know who I am?"

Scholar Ding: "Where exactly is that restaurant? You don't even tell me clearly. I've already walked around here three times!"

Zhao Xingzong: “…………”

He didn't understand any of these four sentences, but he didn't panic. He slowly closed his jaw and walked in firmly.

It looks like there will be a lot of excitement to watch. Here he comes! ...

After that, Zhao Xingzong became extremely busy. He went out almost as soon as he woke up and would not return to the inn until long after nightfall.

His daily schedule is like this. First, he has to go to the square to read yesterday's articles. Fortunately, there are people watching there all day. If it is a mediocre article, no one will pay attention to it. If it is well written, someone will copy it down and circulate it among everyone. So recently, there are fewer people watching there, and when passing by the golden mountain, everyone can keep their eyes straight.

As for whether he would secretly glance at me out of the corner of his eye...well, don't worry about that.

After reading the article, he rushed to the library immediately, because the library of Zhenbei Wang Jian was not big and could only accommodate fifty people to read inside. At first, some people could not find a seat and had to stand, but as there were too many people standing, even those who were sitting were affected. Later, the Zhenbei Army sent people to maintain order, allowing fifty people in a day and closing the door when the library was full.

Many people complained that people would not come out after entering, and later a rule was introduced: the library had an extra manager who was very good at remembering people's faces. Anyone who stayed inside for half an hour and did not leave would be asked to leave by the manager. ...

Even so, not many people can get a turn to go in and read books, so you have to line up as early as possible.

The only thing that made Zhao Xingzong feel gratified was that those children of aristocratic families disdained to enter the library, so it was basically people from humble backgrounds like them who were scrambling for it. No matter what, at least there were fewer competitors.

After spending half an hour in the library and finishing half a book in a hurry, Zhao Xingzong was asked to leave. He looked at the people still queuing outside and felt a sense of superiority, and even his steps became much lighter.

The next step was to go eat. After reading the articles on display for two consecutive days, Zhao Xingzong knew that he would definitely not get the 10,000 gold, but he still planned to continue participating. After all, there were so many books in the library, and he wanted to wait until he had finished reading them all before leaving.

After finishing his meal, Zhao Xingzong wiped his mouth and headed for the next stop, the theater where seats were hard to get. He had been there for several days but had not even gotten a chance to see a show. Unlike the library, the theater was open to anyone, and the people of Chenliu did not need to rush to the theater; they could just queue up and wait in line.

The theater only performs two shows a day, and this rule has been complained by countless people. Some people are so angry that they even go directly to the government to report it, but the theater still goes its own way. No matter what you say, they just won't add more shows.

Zhao Xingzong asked around and heard that the theater had been performing the same play for the past few days, and it hadn't changed at all. Could it attract so many people? It must be pretty good, right? Oh no, I want to watch it even more. …

On the way to the theater, Zhao Xingzong saw another notice board. There were so many notice boards in Chenliu. There were ones on the square, on Baibao Street, at the gate of the government office, and at the city gate. These notice boards contained local rules, official documents issued by the government, and some inexplicable things.

For example, the wonderful uses of wool: Did you know that wool can be spun into yarn? Do you know how to make wool softer? Do you know which wool is good for bedding and which wool is good for wearing?

Zhao Xingzong: “…”

Besides, except for the signboard in the square, there was a person standing next to the rest of the signboards. This person was specifically responsible for reading these notices. Zhao Xingzong often saw people coming and timidly pointing at a piece of paper on it, and then the person standing next to him began to read it expressionlessly. When he finished reading, the people immediately saluted this person with gratitude. This person must have seen a lot, and his expression did not change. He just stood there quietly, waiting for the next group of people to come.

These people are timid, but there are also brave ones. The brave ones simply stand there and don't make any trouble. They just wait. When other people come and want to hear what is on the sign, they will follow and listen secretly.

At first Zhao Xingzong didn't know what he was doing, but later he found out.

He was secretly learning to read. …

Seeing this scene, Zhao Xingzong didn't know what he felt. Chenliu was different from other cities in every way, and these people seemed different from other people. No, maybe they were the same, but because they were in Chenliu, they could do these things. The people in other cities had no chance to choose to be bold or timid.

Shaking his head, Zhao Xingzong quickened his pace. He arrived earlier this time, and the play had indeed been performed for many days. The number of people watching was slightly less than in the previous few days, so he was put on the schedule today.

Sitting in a small corner on the second floor, Zhao Xingzong moved his chair awkwardly. Although he was in line, the seat was a bit crowded.

He couldn't help but look at the man sitting at the same table with him. This man was also wearing scholar's clothes, but he was tall and strong, and he sat in a particularly unrestrained posture with his legs apart, taking up the space of two people.

When he found Zhao Xingzong looking at him, he even looked back at him provocatively. He raised his eyebrows slightly, meaning, what's the matter, you don't accept it? If you don't accept it, let's fight.

Zhao Xingzong was already scared. After all, this guy looked really fierce and good at fighting. But before he silently admitted defeat, the man opposite Zhao Xingzong suddenly coughed. The man immediately showed an expression that he was in real trouble and turned his head back.

The other man put his fist to his lips and coughed, then raised his leg to hit the man's knee. The man looked reluctant, but still closed his legs. They were still apart, but no longer took up the space of two people.

The man stared at the person next to him and said with gritted teeth: "Why do you only know how to blame me? It was obviously him who started it first-"

He didn't finish the rest of his words because his knee was hit again. The man raised his head and Zhao Xingzong's jaw dropped again because the man was too beautiful. After seeing him, he finally understood what it meant to be unique and unparalleled in the world. ...

Xiao Rong didn't even look at the scholar across from him. He just lowered his voice and said to Qu Yunmie, "The first three acts of the play are changed every five days. If you don't watch it today, you will have to wait until you return to Chenliu. Do you want to use the time you spend watching the play to pay attention to strangers?"

Qu Yunmie was very unconvinced, but he knew that what Xiao Rong said made sense. This play was arranged by Xiao Rong, and he dictated the story, and then others wrote the lyrics. In a sense, this was also Xiao Rong's work. He was about to go to the battlefield, and he really shouldn't let a stranger spoil their interest.

Qu Yunmie thought so, and he was ready to watch the show, but at this moment, he caught Zhao Xingzong's dull eyes and his silly look that made him drool.

It took a second for Xiao Rong to react, and this time nothing he said would work.

Qu Yunmie said angrily: "What a pervert! If you don't want those eyes anymore, I will dig them out for you right now!"

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