The King of Qi's approval not only made Fenghe County's paper famous overnight, but also earned the County Magistrate Zhuang a reward from the King of Qi.
Of course, most of the things sent by the King of Qi were gifts for Langyun, and the rest were gifts for his own seventh son, showing his fatherly heart. As for what was given to the Governor of Zhuang County, it was just an imperial edict and a plaque.
Compared to those gold and jade objects, these two things look a little insignificant.
However, County Magistrate Zhuang was allowed to go to the ancestral hall alone to offer the plaque and imperial edict together, and he stayed there for a whole day before coming out.
This made Zhuang Xun, the son of the governor of Zhuang County, very worried.
Ever since he was crushed to the ground in the wine shop last time, Zhuang Xun stayed in the county to recuperate and never returned to the academy.
As the reconstruction of Fenghe County progressed step by step, more and more things happened.
Mr. Zhuang simply asked for a long vacation from the academy and stayed in the county to review his studies and prepare for the exam. At the same time, he would also share some of the work with County Magistrate Zhuang, so that he would not have to worry about housework and only need to focus on official business.
When the King of Qi issued the decree in the morning, Zhuang Xun followed behind County Governor Zhuang to receive the decree. After County Governor Zhuang entered the ancestral hall, he waited outside.
This wait lasted until evening.
Zhuang Xun's brows were furrowed, and there was some anxiety in his eyes.
The servant who was following beside him couldn't help but ask, "Sir, do you want to go in and take a look?"
Zhuang Xun wanted to say that his father had told him not to be disturbed by anyone when he passed away, and if he went there, he would be disobeying his father's orders.
But not having eaten a single grain of rice all day was really worrying.
Just as he was struggling with this, he heard the voice of Zhuang Junshou coming from inside: "Where is Xun'er?"
Zhuang Xun immediately took a step forward, and then staggered.
I stood for a long time and my legs and feet were numb.
Zhuang Xun hurriedly helped the servant to stand up, no longer caring about his manners. He jumped on the spot to make sure his legs and feet felt more comfortable, then strode towards the ancestral hall.
After entering the door, I saw County Magistrate Zhuang kneeling in front of the ancestral tablet.
Zhuang Xun subconsciously slowed down his pace, walked forward slowly and bowed.
The Zhuang Commandery Magistrate pointed to another cushion and said, "Sit down. Your father has something to say to you."
"yes."
Zhuang Xun knelt down as he was told, and then he saw that his father was not looking at the tablet, but at the plaque that had been enshrined.
This is a plaque bestowed by the King of Qi.
Normally, after receiving the plaque, it should be hung outside, but because it was bestowed by the king, it must be enshrined first and burned with incense together with the imperial edict next to it, so as to be passed on to future generations as a glory for the Zhuang family.
And there are four big characters written on this plaque.
Spring breeze and rain.
The Zhuang prefect then asked, "Do you understand the meaning of these four words?"
Zhuang Xun nodded. "I understand. The king must be applauding my father's efforts to educate people in Fenghe County. That's why he's praising me. It's a great honor to my father."
But County Magistrate Zhuang smiled and said softly, "I'm afraid it's more than that. Otherwise, why did this plaque arrive only now, if it hadn't come earlier? Besides, even if it was praise, it should have been for Fenghe County's rapid reconstruction after the Earth Dragon's rise, or for my father's friendship with Langyun Fairyland. It had nothing to do with enlightenment."
Zhuang Xun was stunned when he heard this, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that this made sense.
The most amazing things about Fenghe County are the spacious roads, the newly built houses, and the several factories that benefit the local people.
Speaking of schools, a new one was opened recently, and it is not for scholars.
Why did Your Majesty pick this out specifically?
Seeing his confusion, the Zhuang prefect stopped questioning and said directly, "This is the king's unspoken meaning. On the surface, it talks about enlightenment, but in reality, it means that Fenghe paper is very good, beneficial to the people and to study."
Zhuang Xun was puzzled: "Then why not just say 'paper'?"
Zhuang Jun Shou said softly: "Da Qi is not Zhou or Wei. On the surface, it still values education. If we directly say that the paper mill is well run and the business is good, I am afraid that we will not be able to shut up those scholars."
Zhuang Xun, who was also a scholar, thought about it for a moment and expressed his agreement.
Then, County Magistrate Zhuang continued, "I've pondered this all day and feel this plaque isn't meant to praise me, but rather to encourage me to promote Fenghe Paper and bring about its beneficial effects." He paused, "Soon, I'll have someone pass on a message to the county magistrates, urging them to encourage the people in their jurisdictions to use Fenghe Paper."
Zhuang Xunduo asked, "Father, although this paper is cheap, it can only be used with charcoal sticks and cannot hold ink. Do you know if it will be detrimental to my studies?"
This time, County Magistrate Zhuang answered without hesitation: "I used to think that studying was for the purpose of passing the imperial examinations and becoming an official, but recently, I've received enlightenment from the immortals, and I know that studying is for the purpose of acquiring knowledge and a better life. Today, with the king's advice, I've been secluded for a day, both to gain insights and to reflect on my mistakes."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Xun immediately straightened his posture.
Then the County Magistrate Zhuang continued, "Since we're acquiring knowledge, there's no need to be bound by formalities. Charcoal writing was used in the past, but it was written on slate, which was difficult to preserve and would disappear with a single rub. Since soft brushes fit better on paper and are easier to preserve, charcoal was lost. Now, however, it can be revived. If you're learning calligraphy, you can write directly on a slate with a brush dipped in water or practice on felt. The important thing is to ensure that all the people of Fenghe County have the opportunity to learn."
Zhuang Xun bowed and said, "Father, I am right. I am narrow-minded."
The Zhuang prefect didn't look at him, but continued to look at the plaque over there, saying softly, "This matter must be implemented as soon as possible. Fenghe County must set an example for other places to live up to the plaque from the king."
Zhuang Xun was surprised: "From what father said, the king has other intentions?"
County Magistrate Zhuang smiled faintly.
The reason he was able to sit in the position of a county governor was not only because he passed the imperial examination, but also because he had a sharp mind.
A plaque with unclear intentions and an imperial edict filled with clichés, taken together, could make County Magistrate Zhuang think of many things.
For example, paper can educate the people. For another example, the Xu family is increasingly trying to purchase and promote Fenghe paper.
Behind the Xu family is Lord Pei Fu, a nobleman from a humble family.
Putting all these factors together, County Magistrate Zhuang was able to guess the King of Qi's intention. This was to ask him to improve education and give more opportunities to children from poor families. In the future, the intention was to let the entire State of Qi follow suit and promote overall educational changes.
Then, there are those aristocratic families...
As for the deeper places, County Magistrate Zhuang didn't want to think about it, nor did he dare to think about it.
Pretending to be ignorant is probably a necessary skill for every official.
So, after a brainstorming session, County Magistrate Zhuang still looked calm. Facing the doubts of his only son, he didn't say anything. He just smiled and patted Zhuang Xun on the shoulder. Then he stood up and went out to give orders to all places.
Soon, the entire Fenghe County became active.
All private schools issued new rules, and the county magistrates in various places announced them to the people.
When Mr. and Mrs. Wang Er, who worked in the factory, heard the news, they immediately sent a message home, asking whether their brother Wang Da's children were also going to school.
At this time, Wang Da's eldest son Wang An was sitting on a donkey cart, clattering towards his village.
The driver was a middle-aged man. He swung his whip and chatted with Wang An, "Your craftsmanship is truly remarkable, young man. The wheels are so round and sturdy. No wonder the wealthy families in our village always ask you to make their furniture."
Wang An looked up when he heard this and said with a smile, "Uncle, please help me keep an eye on things in the future. If you see anyone who needs furniture made, please let me know. The price is negotiable."
"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man looked over and asked, "What are you reading?"
Wang An remained calm and replied with a smile, "Nothing, just taking a look." Then he put the book away.
This is a copy of "Three Character Classic", his most treasured possession.
It is more precious than any of the tools a carpenter relies on for his survival.
It is said that Wang An’s ambition since childhood was not to be a carpenter, but to study hard and take imperial examinations to bring honor to his family.
However, the Wang family was poor, and the two brothers, Wang Da and Wang Er, could not read because they had no money to pay their tuition.
Wang Da has three children, and Wang arranged for the eldest one to be the eldest.
He was smart and had a good memory since he was young. He could memorize several lines of the Three Character Classic just by secretly listening to the lessons near the private school.
Later, Wang Da also let them go to school for a few days, but when Wang And grew up, he realized that the family could not afford to support three children to continue their studies.
So Wang An, as the eldest brother, took the initiative to step forward, dropped out of school, and gave all his books to his second brother, keeping only a copy of "Three Character Classic" for himself, and then went to find a carpenter in the village to learn the craft.
The carpenter thought he was too thin and didn't look like a workman, so he was unwilling to hire him.
He went there every day to beg and plead, and even worked as an apprentice for a long time before he was finally begged to take him in.
Later, after acquiring some skills, he started doing carpentry work for others, and later evolved into going from door to door making furniture.
When the earthquake occurred, Wang An, who was working for a wealthy family, hurried back.
At that time, the village was still in a mess, and Fenghe County City was closed, with no one allowed to enter or leave. He had to take a detour back to the village.
He helped clean up the house, and then made some emergency items for the villagers for free. Fortunately, nothing serious happened in the village, so he returned to the rich family and finished the rest of the work.
The core area affected by the earth dragon's reversal was naturally Fenghe County. The surrounding counties and counties actually felt it as well, but not as strongly.
The wealthy family was particularly nervous and not only asked Wang An to finish making the previous furniture, but also asked him to help reinforce the house.
After all this time, several months had passed by the time everything was done.
When he came back, he happened to meet the donkey cart owner who was going to Fenghe County to deliver goods, so Wang An made a wheel for him for free and got a ride with him.
The middle-aged man waved his whip again to urge his lazy donkey to keep going, and then he said to Wang An, "I see your bag is bulging. You'd better hold it tight and don't let it fall."
Wang An smiled and replied, "Don't worry, uncle, it's full of dry food I saved for the journey, so don't worry about it falling."
"so much?"
"I thought even if we took a bus, it would probably take until tomorrow to arrive, so I brought some extra."
"It won't take that long. Another two hours will be enough."
Wang An was stunned when he heard this: "How is that possible?"
After all, it took him two days and two nights to get to his destination after leaving the village.
Although this donkey cart is faster than walking, it is not much faster. The road is rugged, so how can it arrive in two hours?
At this moment, they had already left the forest and walked onto the road.
This road is truly "big" in the literal sense.
Not only wide, but also flat.
The donkey seemed to be walking much more lightly on it. Just now it was panting after every three steps and stopping after every five steps, but now it was walking with a clattering sound, more than twice as fast.
Wang An was shocked: "Why does this road look different from before?"
The driver was also surprised: "Aren't you from Fenghe County? How could you not know? This road was built by people from your county. It's been under construction for a while."
Wang An's eyes widened: "Are you serious?"
The man said, "Of course. Speaking of which, this road is really easy to travel now that it's repaired. It's convenient for people like me who deliver goods, and the caravans probably also think it's easier to travel and saves on carriages, so they'd rather take a detour and go through Fenghe County. Fenghe County is bustling with activity right now."
Wang An obviously did not expect that in just a few months, his own county city would be turned upside down like this.
He immediately sat up straight and looked ahead at the road.
Sure enough, we could see the caravans arranged in neat and orderly rows.
Perhaps it was because the roads in Fenghe County were wide and two-way, each side could accommodate three carriages running side by side, so their small donkey cart always drove at the edge, and there were always caravans or carriages passing them.
But there is no longer the same kind of scolding and shouting as before, but instead there is a tacit understanding that the faster ones go first and the slower ones keep to the side.
Wang An was curious at first, but before he could ask, he saw words painted on the ground.
He couldn't help but read out loud: "Fast, medium, slow, this is to distinguish the lanes."
The middle-aged man was surprised and asked, "You young man, can you read? Have you entered school yet?"
Wang An paused, his heart tightened, but he just smiled and quickly changed the subject.
And just as the coachman said, they arrived at his village in two hours.
The driver was kind-hearted. Seeing that Wang An was carrying a lot of tools, large and small, he was worried that it would be difficult for him to carry them, so he said, "I'll take you to the village."
Wang An was about to thank him, but when he looked up, he saw a crowd of people not far away.
He was very familiar with that place.
This was the private school that Wang An always went to secretly to attend classes.
There are so many people gathered here now...what happened?
Wang An quickly said, "Thank you, uncle. I won't bother you anymore. I can walk in by myself."
The coachman did not insist, but just helped him unload the bag and then left.
Wang An went to a private school.
When I got closer, I could see clearly that the people gathered here did not seem to be causing trouble. They were neither arguing nor making noise. Instead, they were queuing in an orderly manner.
Wang An felt it was strange and somewhat curious, so he walked forward and found someone he knew and asked, "Third Brother Xu."
Xu San turned his head to look at him, was startled at first, then smiled and said, "It's the Wang family kid, did you just come back?"
Wang An nodded and was about to ask what happened here.
Unexpectedly, it was Xu San who spoke first and asked him, "You're here to sign up, right?"
Wang An was stunned: "Register? What?"
Xu San pointed and said, "Don't you know? Today is the day when the private school starts to re-enroll. I came here to ask for my two sons. And my daughter is old enough, so I came to ask when the women's school will open."
This sentence contained a lot of information, and Wang An didn't react for a while.
After a while, he finally gathered himself together and whispered, "Has Third Brother made a fortune recently?"
Xu San spread his hands and said, "Look at me, do I look like I've made a fortune?"
Wang An lowered his voice and asked, "How can those three get all their children to attend private school?"
Xu San also thought that this person might have just returned and didn't know anything, so he patiently said, "The county magistrate issued an order a while ago that the tuition fees for these private schools will be reduced. For private schools like this one that only provide enlightenment, they won't charge any tuition at all. All you need to do is bring paper and pen."
Wang An said softly: "Even if I have paper and pen, I don't have it..."
"Hey, you can always afford this."
As he spoke, Xu San directly took out the Fenghe paper and charcoal sticks that he had just bought for the child.
Wang An looked over and his eyes widened: "What...what kind of paper is this?"
"Our county's paper."
"But the Fenghe paper used by the rich man who hired me before was much finer than this."
Xu San waved his hand. "There are many kinds. This is the cheapest. You can buy a whole stack of them with the price of a pound of steamed buns. Charcoal sticks are not hard to find. With this, you can go to school."
Then, he shook the paper. As a native of Fenghe County, Xu San felt quite proud of it:
"But don't be fooled by its rough appearance. It's very famous. Even our king praised it!"
Wang An: ???
Although he was not quite sure about the past and present of Fenghe Paper, for Wang An, this was definitely great news.
Such cheap paper, such easy-to-find charcoal sticks.
Does this mean that I might have a chance to study?
Thinking of this, the fatigue from the long journey seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant.
After Wang An hurriedly thanked Xu San, he hugged his bag and carried his carpentry tools, running back home with the clanging of his tools.
As soon as he entered the door, he started panting and was so tired that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Coincidentally, Wang Da was in the yard at this time, seemingly helping to collect clothes.
Seeing him come back, the usually serious Wang Da also smiled, but he quickly restrained it and said, "You're back just in time. Go and clean up."
As soon as these words were spoken, Wang An's smile froze on his face and his heart sank.
Because usually when Wang Da said this, someone came to him and asked him to do carpentry work.
Before, Wang An would be happy because he had a job to do.
But now, he just found out that he can enroll in a private school, and he wants to study, but he has to work...
He pursed his lips, but in the end, Wang An still said softly: "Okay, Dad, I know. Whose house are we going to this time?"
As Wang Da collected his clothes, he said, "Your second uncle's home is in the city. Go to the city gate and your second uncle will pick you up."
Wang An was stunned: "Second uncle also wants to make furniture?"
Wang Da glared at him and said, "Why are you making furniture? You're about to go to school. Put your carpentry work aside for now. Also, change your clothes. The rules in the county town are probably very strict, so you need to be more careful."
Then he continued with his work.
After a long time, he realized that his Dalang was motionless and was standing at the door like a piece of wood.
Wang Da couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Wang An then looked at him, his voice trembling: "Dad, what did you say, study?"
Wang Da nodded: "Yes, reading."
"really?"
"Why are you so talkative? You're just being nagging."
As he said that, Wang Da went into the house, quickly took out a cloth bag and stuffed it into his hand.
Although Wang An didn't open it, he could tell by feeling that there were several hundred dollars in it, and it felt heavy in his hand.
Then Wang Dadao said, "Now that our county has had good fortune, with the blessing of the immortals and the benevolent governor, you have been given the opportunity to study. Naturally, you must seize it." He patted the cloth bag and said, "This is the money our family has saved over the years. You must keep it safe. Live a good life in the city and don't let others look down on you."
Wang An opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. In the end, his eyes moistened as he softly called out, "Dad..."
Wang Daze was obviously not used to his son's tears. He frowned and slapped him on the back: "Young man, what a mess you make!"
Wang An sniffed, "Okay, Dad, I remember that, but why are we going to the county town? My second uncle is in the county town?"
So, Wang Da briefly explained the recent situation of Wang Er and the Tang couple, and then said, "Your second uncle has now established himself in the county town. We have discussed that I will let him take care of the elderly and the fields at home, and he will help you three brothers find a private school in the county town."
Even though Wang Da came from a farming family and could not read or write, he knew that everything in the county town was good.
Private schools should be better than those in the countryside.
So he said, "You're the eldest in the family. Mom and Dad know you've worked hard in the past, and you've been a burden at home. Now go study hard. Mom and Dad don't need you to worry about them at home. Just take care of yourself, remember?"
Wang An sniffed: "I remember."
Wang Da patted his eldest son's shoulder, and a rare look of reluctance and emotion appeared on his usually stiff face.
But time waits for no one. Now that the private school in their village has started accepting applications, I think the one in the county town has also started.
So the three brothers of the Wang family quickly set off and soon arrived at the county town.
Because Wang Er had saved some money and Tang also had a monthly allowance, they rented a house and usually lived in it as a family. Now that three new children had come, they rented another room.
There are many families like this.
For a time, the square houses built in the county town became in short supply.
The rent for the three brothers was paid by Wang Er, and Wang Er did not expect the three children to pay it back.
But Wang An and his second brother took the initiative to offer to help with work in their spare time to earn some money, which was equivalent to working and studying part-time.
Wang Er originally disagreed, thinking that this would not be a good way to take care of the child.
In the end, Tang persuaded him: "Haven't you always said that the Immortal Temple was short of manpower? An Lang is not young anymore. He usually works outside. He is very nimble and capable. There are many people like him in the city."
"Working and studying part-time is a bit tiring after all."
"Then I'll assign you some light work. Just follow me and do the accounting together. You can also learn a little more arithmetic."
Wang Er was still hesitant: "But we are family after all. How can I let him go to work?"
Tang smiled and whispered, "You have to remember, this is a temple for immortals, how can it be called a work? It's a place built for immortals! Every brick and every tile must be passed down to future generations. Apart from anything else, immortals have been going there frequently recently. It would be great if our Anlang could go too and get a taste of the immortal spirit."
These words completely convinced Wang Er.
He agreed to take Wang An with him, but Erlang and Sanlang were still young, so they should study hard first and talk about it later.
So for the next period of time, Wang An would follow his uncle and aunt to the temple to do some work after school.
I don’t know if it’s bad luck, but I have never met anyone from Langyun.
And today, it was time to go home from school again.
Wang An packed his things and then lifted his third brother into his arms, helping him straighten his collar to prevent him from being exposed to the wind when he went out. He then looked at his second brother and said, "Remember to hold the third brother's hand, then go pick up Nizi and wait for Aunt to come pick you up. Don't wander around, remember?"
Seeing the two children nod obediently, Wang An put his third brother down in his arms and prepared to leave.
Then I saw that both children's hands were covered in black.
Wang An couldn't help but be stunned: "What's going on?"
The two children looked down at their palms, then looked up at him, with a hint of embarrassment on their faces. It was the second brother who spoke first, "I just grabbed the charcoal pencil and forgot to wipe my hands."
Wang An immediately took out a cloth to wipe them, saying, "Isn't it already wrapped with cloth?"
The third brother said softly, "It's loose and dirty."
Wang An also saw a bare piece of black charcoal and a piece of cloth spread out beside it.
This made him frown slightly.
Speaking of which, this paper and pen are actually very good. It may feel a bit awkward to use them at first, after all, I have been using soft pens before, and it takes some time to write with a hard pen all of a sudden, but I will soon discover the benefits.
You can write whenever you want, without being restricted by the environment, and the requirements for paper are not high.
Especially when doing arithmetic problems, you often have to write a lot of crooked numbers and do vertical calculations, so charcoal pencils are particularly convenient.
But there are also disadvantages.
For example, the charcoal breaks easily, is difficult to control, and can stain your hands.
But most people don’t mind. Now that they have just started using it, they think that as long as it is easy to use and cheap, it’s fine, and they won’t be too picky.
But Wang An was a carpenter.
Nowadays, there are no professional inventors, but craftsmen always have all kinds of wonderful ideas.
At this moment, Wang An was thinking, could he make something to make this charcoal pencil more useful?
But he only had some vague ideas, not clear ones.
Because he had to go to the fairy temple, Wang An put his thoughts aside for the time being, packed up his two children, and then hurried to the fairy temple.
At this time, someone was already busy there.
Without saying a word, Wang An deposited the cloth bag he was carrying in a guarded place where bags were placed, then rolled up his sleeves and joined in.
Many people would greet him when they saw him coming.
It's not just because Wang An is a relative of Wang Er and his wife, but also because the child is diligent and sensible, and he doesn't take advantage of others. He usually follows Tang to learn accounting, and when Tang is not around, he will come to help move stones and bricks.
Diligent children are always loved.
Then someone took the initiative to talk: "An Lang, you came at the right time today."
Wang An wiped his sweat and asked casually, "Why?"
The man wanted to point his finger, but soon realized that was impolite, so he retracted it and simply gestured with his eyes: "Look over there."
Wang An looked over when he heard that.
Then I saw a lot of people dressed in strange clothes.
He was stunned for a moment: "That is..."
Someone immediately told him: "Those are the immortals from Langyun."
Wang An's eyes widened immediately.
On the other side, Shao Zhu was holding a drawing board and working non-stop.
He had not been in the county for the past few days because the outer construction of the fairy temple was about to be completed and the interior decoration was about to begin. Merchants who smelled business opportunities also began to approach County Magistrate Zhuang one after another to discuss the matter of the shop.
County Magistrate Zhuang had never known how to repay Langyun, so he left everything to them.
Shao Zhu has been thinking about how to arrange the layout of the square these days.
Many students from Langyun University also came here to complete the task.
At this moment, Shao Zhu was painting while asking Kun Jingming beside him, "Why are you here?"
Kun Jingming stood with his hands behind his back, looking very relaxed, and replied slowly, "Why can't I come?"
Shao Zhu tilted his head and glanced at him. "This time we're here to renovate the temple. Teacher Gong is here to calculate the profits. The art and design students are here to help with the drawings, but you're not from the Faculty of Arts? What do you have to do with building a house?"
Kun Jingming replied: "I am here for the academy mission."
Shao Zhu: "What?"
Kun Jingming explained calmly, "The system has issued quite a few tasks to various majors, and our School of Arts has quite a few as well. Now that I have the opportunity, I have to come and take a look."
As he said this, he looked around.
There is a large open space here.
Speaking of which, Fenghe County is now considered a hot spot, especially after the influx of caravans, its value has doubled, and the land in the city is eager to be replanned and more construction is required.
It is really rare to be able to vacate such a large space at a time when land is so expensive.
Now, the most eye-catching building here is undoubtedly the Langyun Fairy Temple under construction.
So Kun Jingming said, "Aren't you guys planning on building the Wan...Xian Temple Square? And there's also the matter of attracting investment in the future, so you have to find a good reason and do some good publicity."
Shao Zhu: "So?"
Kun Jingming: "So, we came here, using the best story to package the best temple."
When Shao Zhu heard this, he paused painting, his eyes filled with confusion. "How do we do this? Didn't our Langyun just take over the entire school and its people? What's its origin?"
Kun Jingming smiled and said, "There are many myths, both domestic and foreign, but the core is the same. Do you know what it is?"
Shao Zhu: "Hmm...Legend?"
Kun Jingming: "No, it's made up."
Shao Zhu: ...
Kun Jingming, however, remained calm: "Besides us, the History Department, Journalism and Communication, and Marketing also took on the task this time."
Shao Zhu: "It sounds like a completely unrelated major..."
Kun Jingming curled his lips. "We provide the story, the history department provides the material, journalism guides public opinion, and marketing promotes it. Believe me, we can create a god for you right here, and with five thousand years of civilization behind us, we can have whatever you want."
Shao Zhu: ...
All right.
He suddenly felt that the fact that all the majors in his school were traveling through time was something worth exploring.
Because no one knows what magical things will happen if those unrelated majors are put together.
Especially, there are people like Kun Jingming who look serious but are actually full of tricks...
Kun Jingming didn't know that the person in front of him was mumbling in his heart. His eyes looked at Shao Zhu's drawing board.
Then he was stunned: "Are you sketching?"
Shao Zhu was brought back to his senses by his words. He picked up his paintbrush again and continued painting while saying, "Yes, draw everything here. This way, I can more intuitively conceive the future architectural style."
Kun Jingming looked at it carefully and muttered, "I didn't expect you to have such a skill."
Shao Zhu said, "I can't compare to those who study fine arts. They have to do the detailed work. I'm just a realist. Besides, this is a necessary skill for our major. We have to take the course and get credits."
Kun Jingming said softly, "I didn't expect you to be an artist." Then he asked with interest, "Can you draw a portrait of me?"
Shao Zhu didn't even raise his head: "Okay."
Kun Jingming: "Good brother..."
Shao Zhu: "Thirty points per painting, no bargaining."
Kun Jingming: "...What about the friendship we promised to travel through time together?"
Shao Zhu said seriously: "Don't mention friendship, it will hurt your points."
Kun Jingming: ...
On the other side, many people were staring at this place, but no one dared to step forward.
To them, those were the immortals from Langyun, and also their benefactors.
Not only has County Magistrate Zhuang been promoting the benefits of Langyun, but the storytellers in the city have also been praising the kindness of the fairyland to the point that it is unparalleled in the world.
Everyone who has experienced the earthquake actually understands where their current good life comes from.
If Lang Yun had not been there at that time, I am afraid that many of them would have been buried in the ruins, unable to be found or get out, and would have died.
Therefore, they have respect for the immortals of Langyun, but at the same time they are also a little afraid of the unknown.
The attitude is extremely respectful.
This is the case with Wang An.
He did not participate in the construction of the county town, but in rural areas, rumors spread quickly even if others don't.
Especially the villagers like to tell stories.
Is there any story today that is more legendary than the Legend of Langyun?
Wang An had also heard a lot, so he was familiar with those things like "immortals can call the wind and rain" and "offend others and be struck by lightning".
Although he was curious now, he didn't dare to get close easily.
I just want to wait for my uncle and aunt to come and ask them about the fairyland first.
But just then, someone brought food.
Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and prepared to go eat.
Someone said to Wang An, "Go call your uncle. He's probably busy at the temple."
"Yes, it's getting cold now. If I don't eat early, I might get sick if I eat later."
Wang An nodded when he heard this, dusted himself off, and trotted off to call his second uncle.
But halfway through the run, he stopped.
His eyes looked straight at Shao Zhu.
Or rather, it is the pen in Shao Zhu's hand.
He was holding an ordinary pencil, which he had exchanged with the system.
Even if the points required are not many, they are consumables after all, so don't waste them too much.
Shao Zhu even thought, it would be great if she could give birth here.
After all, the students in Langyun nowadays are all working hard to get points. They wish every point was strung on their ribs and feel sad to spend one more point.
After all, it’s all earned through hard work!
Therefore, Shao Zhu used the brush very carefully and his expression was very focused.
But in Wang An's opinion, this was something good that he had never seen before.
It’s green, but you can tell it’s a wooden pole.
It is long and thin, with black interruptions.
It's just that it's far away and I can't see clearly whether it is the core or just a pen tip.
However, from Shao Zhu's actions, one could guess that it was a hard pen similar to a charcoal pencil.
A hard pen used by immortals.
He couldn't help but wonder, what if a charcoal pencil also had a shell like this? Wouldn't it break?
How did the immortal manage to make the charcoal pencil be embedded so firmly... I really want to ask... but I don't dare...
Just at this moment, a cold wind blew.
Normally, Fenghe County likes to be windy when the seasons change. Now that the weather is getting cooler, the wind is especially fierce.
Wang An subconsciously tightened his collar, and Shao Zhu did the same.
But what he was pulling was the light down jacket on his body.
But when he let go, the cuff of his sleeve loosened the clip on the drawing board.
Then, several pieces of drawing paper were blown up!
Shao Zhu was startled and reached out to grab them, but he only got back a few, and the rest flew away.
Wang An, who was not far away, hurried over to help pick up the papers, but he stopped when he picked up the first one.
Because he saw that what was painted on it was completely different from his previous understanding of painting!
Farmers rarely hang paintings in their homes. At most, they would buy a door god to stick on it, or a New Year picture to bring good luck.
What Wang An saw most were the paintings hanging on the wall at the rich man's house.
Mostly ink and wash, no
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