"Wait a moment longer." Kong Chan no longer mentioned the difficulties the academy was facing. Instead, he laughed and left the study, heading to the academy to order the city lord's guards to mobilize all available resources to search for the herbs.
While we're at it, let the various factions within the academy rummage through the academy's coffers to see if any have slipped through the net.
After doing all this, the academy's dean, Kong Chan, dressed in a crane-feather cloak, returned to his study with a sheet of Shu hemp paper in his hand and a writing brush made of ox yak feathers, which he laid out on the sandalwood crimson table.
Kong Chan smiled and said, "I'll grind the ink for you today."
He held the charcoal inkstone and gently ground the ink. He gave Ye Tian time to conceive his ideas.
Little did Kong Chan know that Ye Tian didn't need to devise a plan at all. His mind contained the essence of five thousand years of Chinese history, and this time he planned to copy a poem from the Song Dynasty.
Su Shi's.
It was precisely by borrowing the imagery of the mountain of books that I copied it out, and it also perfectly matched the mood of today.
Ye Tian was not in a hurry and waited for Kong Chan to grind the ink.
He took the brush, which was supported by a cow awn, and easily wrote a line of poetry on it:
Viewed from the side, it's a ridge; viewed from the front, it's a peak.
This one sentence made Kong Chan's eyelids twitch, dispelling all his doubts and leaving only admiration.
The distance and elevation vary.
Kong Chan looked at it more carefully.
The true face of the mountain of books cannot be seen, simply because one is in the mountain itself.
A poem that is incredibly simple, yet evokes profound meaning and prompts deep thought; it is exquisitely crafted.
Kong Chan nodded repeatedly as he read it. This poem was certainly not the best among them, but it was the most appropriate for the times and the most suitable for refined occasions.
"Great! Great!" Kong Chan laughed heartily, the pain he had felt earlier completely gone.
"Someone, come quickly!"
As soon as Kong Chan finished speaking, footsteps sounded. The pageboy stood outside the study, not daring to step inside.
"Dean," the page said respectfully, and then waited outside for instructions.
Kong Chan's face was flushed with excitement as he said, "Send me an invitation to Chen Zhang and Chen Dexing to come to my residence. Also, have someone frame this poem and hang it in the most prominent place in my study."
Seeing Kong Chan's incredibly excited expression, Ye Tian chuckled inwardly and shook his head. He didn't say anything more.
The pageboy, however, did indeed follow orders diligently and dared not disobey in any way.
Ye Tian, on the other hand, only cared about his herbs; he was numbly focused on them. He had absolutely no interest in anything else.
The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.
Finally, people from the city lord's guard arrived, as did people from the academy.
They found several portions of herbs, enough for Ye Tian to refine a batch of pills.
Ye Tian's face lit up with joy, and he laughed, "I'm going to the bottom of Book Valley to refine pills!"
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