Chapter 76 Opportunity to Overcome Tribulation
The first rays of dawn were breaking on the horizon.
Zhu Shi'an and Xiao Bai hid beside the courtyard gate, holding a thick stack of Xuan paper. The paper was filled with neat characters, with consistent spacing between characters and lines. It was clear at a glance that the person who wrote these characters had put in a lot of hard work.
Xiao Bai examined them one by one. He wasn't blind; with just one glance, he could tell that the characters on these rice papers were worlds apart from the characters he could write.
They are the clouds, while he is the mud on the ground.
He couldn't help but pout, his face full of displeasure.
"What's wrong with you? These may not be much, but if you sell them at a bookstore, you can earn four or five taels of silver. Why are you still unhappy?"
Zhu Shi'an felt uneasy, afraid that he would change his mind.
"Why is their handwriting so beautiful?" Xiaobai asked.
Hearing this, Zhu Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief and quickly coaxed him, "Your handwriting will definitely be better than theirs someday! Don't worry about these things. You are a monster, and your lifespan is longer than theirs. When they die, you will still be young."
"you're right!"
Xiao Bai was overjoyed. He snatched the Xuan paper from Zhu Shi'an's hand and ran into his room, pressing the Xuan paper under his own writing.
Looking at the Xuan paper, which was clearly half again as much as before, he didn't feel anything special. Instead, he tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
He suddenly sat up in bed, feeling inexplicably irritable. He scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then got up and went to the room that had been specially set aside for them to read and write. He sat down in his spot, ground the ink, laid out the paper, picked up his brush, and began writing large characters on the white Xuan paper.
As more and more characters appeared on the Xuan paper, Xiaobai felt the inexplicable restlessness in his heart gradually disappear, leaving only peace in his heart.
"Wow! Xiaobai got up early today and has already written so much!"
Zhou Jiming's nonchalant voice rang out, bringing Xiaobai back from his reverie. Only then did he realize that it was already bright outside, and the warm sunlight shone into the room, driving away the slight chill.
He glanced to the side and saw that large characters had already been written next to him; judging by the quantity, it was his homework from the previous day.
He was astonished, and then a strong sense of pride welled up inside him.
"Of course! I said yesterday that I would complete ten times the amount of homework!"
Little White held its head high, its face and eyes full of pride.
As Zhou Jiming passed by him, he saw his expression and couldn't help but reach out and ruffle his hair.
"Okay, I bet they'll be keeping an eye on you!"
"Aaaaaah! Don't mess up my hair!"
Xiao Bai threw down her brush and pounced on Zhou Jiming, using her strength to pin him to the ground and then messing up his hair before stopping.
Shao Yanzhe, who was following behind, watched the two of them fooling around, but did not stop them. He went straight to his seat, picked up his book, and continued reading.
Seeing this, Xiaobai consciously sat back down in his seat and began to read.
He already knows the Three Character Classic, and now he is reading the Thousand Character Classic, which is much more complex than the Three Character Classic.
However, since becoming the Nine-Tails, my memory has improved.
He lowered his head and frowned as he read intently. Zhou Jiming tidied his hair, which had been messed up by Xiaobai, and then sat down to continue reading as well. His task was also quite demanding.
During this period, he genuinely studied hard, unlike when he was at home using the guise of reading to actually read miscellaneous books.
Although one can learn something from it, in the eyes of scholars, it is considered a waste of time.
He was also impatient to listen to what the scholars had to say. Anyway, he was seen as a spoiled brat in public, so he didn't care what the scholars thought.
But Shao Yanzhe was different; he was my first true friend.
He encouraged him to study because it was for his own good, and he appreciated the kindness shown to him.
When he returned to Kyoto, he wanted to amaze everyone and show them that after all their years of studying, they couldn't even compare to a spoiled brat like him. Wouldn't that be great?
Zhou Jiming thought about that scene and suddenly felt motivated to read.
The clan chief passed by the door with his hands behind his back, glanced at the three students studying diligently, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Then she saw Zhu Shi'an walk in from outside the door, and a look of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.
She walked over and whispered, "What's wrong with you? What time is it? Why haven't you started making breakfast yet?"
Zhu Shi'an: ...
He forgot.
“I’ll do it right away!” he said.
The clan chief nodded: "That's more like it. Studying is very taxing on the brain. Make something nutritious, but don't make porridge. I just brought back a pheasant. Kill it and make a pot of chicken soup, and then use the chicken soup to cook some wontons."
"yes."
Zhu Shi'an obediently agreed. The request was troublesome, but he had tried to resist before, only to find himself no match for the old man. So he had no choice but to comply.
Soon, the aroma of chicken soup wontons filled the courtyard.
Shao Yanzhe, who was reading, paused, put down his book and went to the kitchen, where he saw Zhu Shi'an sweating profusely as he scooped wontons from a large iron pot into a porcelain bowl.
The white porcelain bowl was filled halfway with clear soup, along with some soy sauce and sesame oil, and garnished with chopped green onions and cilantro. Judging from the aroma in the air, it must have contained lard as well; it smelled really good.
The white wontons are placed into the soup, where the aroma of noodles and meat blends with the broth, creating a complex and enticing flavor.
Shao Yanzhe didn't feel hungry at first, but after smelling this aroma, he suddenly felt his stomach was empty.
“Brother Dafa, let me help you!” he said.
Zhu Shi'an glanced at him, didn't refuse, and nodded: "Okay, thank you!"
Shao Yanzhe then picked up a bowl of wontons and placed it on the table in the courtyard. After going back and forth several times, he finally took all the wontons out for everyone.
Zhu Shi'an then took out a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in the center of the table.
"Wow! It smells so good! What are we having today? There's even chicken!" Little White rushed out in a flurry, and once her eyes fell on the chicken soup on the table, she couldn't take them off.
"Eat up!" The clan chief looked at Xiaobai with loving eyes, then glanced at Zhu Shi'an.
Zhu Shi'an pretended not to see it. Anyway, he had made chicken soup and wontons, so he had fulfilled his requirements.
Shao Yanzhe couldn't wait to scoop up a wonton with a spoon, and his eyes lit up after taking a bite.
fragrant!
It tastes even better than the bowl of wontons he's been craving!
"Brother Dafa, your cooking is amazing! These wontons are the most delicious I've ever had!" He gave Zhu Shi'an a thumbs up.
Zhu Shi'an glanced at him but didn't say anything.
He, the dignified deputy commander of Tianluozhao, condescended to make wontons for these people, and even when he was praised, he didn't feel happy at all!
The clan chief patted him on the shoulder forcefully, looking quite proud: "Of course! Your brother Dafa is a chef in Kyoto, so of course his cooking skills are excellent! Wait until noon, and I'll have your brother Dafa show you what he can do!"
"Really? That's great! We're in for a treat!" Zhou Jiming glanced at Zhu Shi'an, surprised that his cooking skills were actually quite good.
Of course, it's still not quite up to par with the imperial chefs or the cooks in the household.
Zhu Shi'an: ...
I'll say it again! He's not a cook!
Chieftain :)
Zhu Shi'an: "Okay!"
So, after a delicious lunch, the three of them continued reading.
After seven or eight days of this, Shao Yanzhe belatedly realized that tomorrow was the Double Ninth Festival.
He glanced at Xiaobai and Zhou Jiming, who were engrossed in their studies, and thought they had been working very hard lately, so he decided to let them have a good rest tomorrow.
Xiao Bai, in particular, not only worked hard during the day to write large characters and read books, but also went out with Zhu Shi'an at night to control the scholars to help him copy books. He worked very hard.
So, after he told Xiaobai that he would be taking the day off tomorrow, Xiaobai was in a daze.
These days, he only sleeps for two hours a day, and even a monster would feel a bit tired.
He slumped dejectedly onto the table, his eyes lifeless; he was having a really tough time.
If it weren't for the goal of repaying a debt of gratitude that sustained him, he probably would have quit long ago.
Upon receiving this news, Zhu Shi'an almost burst into tears of joy.
Heaven knows that he was just a deputy commander of the Heavenly Net, and he was being made to cook every day. He almost felt like he was a cook himself.
All the dishes he knows how to cook have been thoroughly devoured!
No, I must take advantage of tomorrow to sneak into the kitchen of a restaurant in Jiangzhou City and learn the secrets of cooking!
What are you trying to steal!
Zhu Shi'an's face cracked slightly. He forced himself to pull his wandering thoughts back and revert to being the icy deputy commander of Tianluo Zhao.
Since they're off tomorrow, he doesn't need to cook, which gives him a chance to escape his current situation.
After these days of attrition, most of the demonic power the old man left in his body has been consumed. As long as he finds Han Yuzhang and asks him to help completely eliminate the remaining demonic power in his body, he will be free.
At that time, he only needs to send out a signal flare, and the Tianluo Zhao members in the surrounding area will see it and rush over here.
Thinking this, a smile crept onto his lips.
So he went to the clan chief and mentioned that he also wanted to rest the next day.
The clan chief did not refuse, after all, she was going back to the clan's ancestral home to pay respects to her ancestors the next day.
"Can."
The clan leader wasn't worried that he wouldn't come back; she knew perfectly well that her wisp of demonic power wasn't easy to remove.
With the old man's approval, Zhu Shi'an's mood improved even more.
After finishing the last dinner of the day, I didn't rest here, but left early.
He mounted his horse and rode swiftly to Jiangzhou City. After showing his token, he entered the city gate and then rode arrogantly all the way to the government office. He found Han Yuzhang, who had just fallen asleep, and asked him to help him remove the restriction that a demon had placed on his body.
Han Yuzhang: ...
Han Yuzhang: ? ? ?
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