Chapter 104 Quarrel
On the path of the academy, Zhu Lan and Qiao Youyou held pencils in their hands. The sunlight shone through the bamboo leaves on both sides of the path and fell on their blue and white clothes, leaving a patch of floating light and broken gold.
Ouyang Ye was sitting upright in the study, handling the affairs of the academy. When he heard a knock on the door, he asked the two to come in.
Qiao Youyou tugged at the corner of Zhu Lan's clothes, asking her to go in first, and followed behind Zhu Lan in small steps.
When Zhu Lan saw Ouyang Ye, he stated his purpose straight away.
"Oh? Pencil?" Ouyang Ye frowned slightly, a little curious.
"Could it be that this pencil is different from the pens we usually use?"
Zhu Lan smiled and handed over the pencil in his hand. "This kind of pencil is different from a brush. You don't need to dip it in ink. You can write directly."
No need to dip ink?
Ouyang Ye found this even more strange.
As for pens, they are nothing more than wolf hair, goat hair, rabbit hair and the like. But no matter what material they are made of, how can you write without dipping them in ink?
"Really, really, Master. You'll know if you try it!" Qiao Youyou poked her head out from behind Zhu Lan and said with her big eyes blinking.
Ouyang Ye picked up the pencil as he would a brush, but as soon as it touched the paper, the tip of the pencil broke off.
Ouyang Ye frowned, why is this pen so difficult to use?
Zhu Lan walked forward with a knife, sharpened the pencil again in front of Ouyang Ye, picked up the pencil and wrote a few words as a demonstration.
"Master Ouyang, the writing method of pencil and brush is different. You need to tilt the pen when writing."
Ouyang Ye picked up the pencil again and wrote a few words in the same way as Zhu Lan, with an expression of noncommittal.
"Since ancient times, people have used brushes to write. Why do we need to use this instead?"
"You can't say that!" Qiao Youyou said anxiously, "Times are advancing. In ancient times, people still used bamboo slips to carve characters, and only later did they invent brushes!"
Zhu Lan signaled Qiao Youyou to stay calm and continued to say to Ouyang Ye:
"Pencils do not need to be dipped in ink, are easy to carry, and produce clearer handwriting. This is a great convenience for people's daily use."
Ouyang Ye pondered for a moment, "That being said, traditions cannot be easily abandoned."
“Master, we are not abandoning tradition, but we can innovate on the existing basis.
This pencil can be used by students for daily practice, while important clerical work can still be written with a brush."
After Ouyang Ye pondered for a long time, he slowly nodded, admitting that what Zhu Lan said made some sense and it was worth a try.
…
"No more playing, no more playing!"
In Mingxuan Restaurant, Liang Zhou threw the cards in his hand and shouted with a gloomy face.
Master Yan unfolded his folding fan and waved it twice, then said with a smile, "Thank you for letting me."
Liang Zhou couldn't help but look at the Master Yan in front of him again, and the doubts in his heart grew.
Who is this person?
Ever since I invented playing cards, I have rarely lost when playing with a few young masters in the academy.
But ever since Master Yan came, he was not familiar with the rules and lost the first two games.
After that, I didn’t even win a single game! ?
And looking at this man's appearance, he doesn't look like a cheat, which is really weird.
Liang Zhou was dissatisfied and said, "I'm tired of playing cards. Let's change the way we play!"
Young Master Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled in a very easygoing manner, "Okay."
Liang Zhou had an idea in mind and it seemed that he had to use his trump card. He said to him:
"I have some fun stuff, but I didn't bring it with me today.
How about we meet here again at this time tomorrow?"
Master Yan smiled unchanged, "Then I'll see you tomorrow at this time."
…
Liang Zhou returned to Longchang Academy with a lot of doubts in his mind.
As soon as Zhao Sicheng finished his evening class and walked out of the classroom, he saw Liang Zhou holding a package in his arms behind a wall, waving at him stealthily.
"Old Zhao, give me a hand."
Liang Zhou pulled Zhao Sicheng to an empty corner and opened the bag in his arms to show him.
Zhao Sicheng's eyes widened. "When did you secretly make mahjong?"
"Who said that there is no Mahjong in this era? I am so bored."
Liang Zhou put away the pack of mahjong tiles and told Zhao Sicheng about his encounter with Mr. Yan during the day.
Zhao Sicheng was a little surprised, "Is this true? Is he better at playing than you?"
Liang Zhou: "Well, this is called meeting a worthy opponent. Just tell me whether you will help me or not?"
"Then we must help." Zhao Sicheng nodded, "We are all good brothers, we can lose the battle but not the people!"
"No, people can't lose."
Liang Zhou looked at Zhao Sicheng and asked after a long pause:
"Can you bring your Xiao Wan with you tomorrow?"
Zhao Sicheng immediately understood what was happening. The abacus beads were about to jump onto his face.
"Why are you looking for me for this kind of thing...Okay, okay, you are my good brother.
Don't worry, Wanwan doesn't have classes tomorrow afternoon, I'll ask her to go with me!"
…
In the classroom, all other students had left, leaving only Zhao Sicheng and Xiao Wan.
"No." After hearing what Zhao Sicheng said, Xiao Wan refused without thinking.
“Wanwan…”
Zhao Sicheng wanted to persuade him, but Xiao Wan looked up with a cold face and asked him: "Have you finished memorizing the book? Are you going out to play with Liang Zhou?
He doesn't need to take the imperial examination, so don't you need to take it either?"
Xiao Wan took a deep breath and said, "Show me how much homework you have completed this month."
Zhao Sicheng felt a little guilty, so he took out two books from the book basket and slowly showed them to Xiao Wan.
Xiao Wan sneered and pushed a thick stack of books behind her in front of Zhao Sicheng, which was several times more than the ones in Zhao Sicheng's hands.
“This is the book I have to memorize in a month.”
Zhao Sicheng lowered his eyes and whispered, "Of course, who can beat you..."
"Zhao Sicheng!" Xiao Wan stood up angrily, her face flushed with anger.
"Don't forget what you promised me. You just play around all day. What do you have to marry me?"
When Zhao Sicheng heard this, he felt a little depressed.
Doesn’t he feel wronged?
Why is it that among everyone who traveled through time together, some people could be reincarnated as royal nobles, while he could be reincarnated as the son of a gardener?
After being in a long-term relationship with Xiao Wan for so many years, it seemed like we were about to get married, but then I traveled through time and space and had to start all over again?
Why?
"Can't you think from my perspective? Isn't it me who doesn't want to marry you?"
As his emotions surged, Zhao Sicheng couldn't help but raise his voice.
"Why do you ask me to do this and that? Why am I the only one who has to work hard to marry you?
Why don't you convince your current parents to agree to our marriage or elope with me?
Wanwan, do you think I don’t care about you enough, or do you just not care about me that much at all! ? "
"Zhao Sicheng, you——!"
Xiao Wan glared at him angrily, her chest heaving violently and her eyes becoming redder and redder.
She pushed Zhao Sicheng away, ran out of the classroom crying, and almost bumped into Liang Zhou who had just arrived at the door.
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