Chapter 70 Copying Books

"There is still one admission spot available." Han Zhong added lightly.

Jiang Wu hesitated and said, "I don't have the money to pay you back now, can you wait a while?"

“No need to pay it back.”

"You have to pay it back, one thing for another, but you can't repay my life-saving grace. Your life cannot be worth only 800,000 yuan. This is underestimating yourself."

Han Zhong looked at him seriously and asked, "Don't you want to resist?"

Jiang Wuzheng nodded heavily, "Yes."

"Can."

"real?"

"real."

“…”

Jiang Wu felt relieved, and at the same time he felt ashamed for his dissatisfaction with someone who had gone from being an emperor to a money-grubbing businessman. "Thank you, Han Zhong. I will definitely protect you in the future."

"You're welcome. Just agree to one condition."

"What conditions?"

"Let's talk after dinner."

"good."

Jiang Wu asked himself that except for the lack of money, he could satisfy Han Zhong in all other aspects, so he was not worried and had a happy meal. And because Rong Anzhou was not there, he ate a little more than usual.

After the meal, Aunt Bai cleared the table. Jiang Wu still sat at the table waiting for Han Zhong to propose conditions, but Han Zhong took a handbag from the sofa and gave it to him.

Jiang Wu took it and found it was quite heavy, so he asked, "What is this?"

Han Zhong sat down opposite him. "It's for you."

Jiang Wu felt warm at heart. He was blaming Han Zhong for not helping him yesterday, but he didn't expect that he not only helped him pay the compensation, but also gave him a gift.

He opened the box expectantly, and then fell into confusion.

“…”

The solemn and magnificent bright red cover, with large gold-plated characters, exuded a sacred and inviolable aura that shocked everyone at first glance. At the top of the cover were written nine large characters - "Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China".

The smell of ink wafted into his nose. The hardcover cover was gilded. It was a hardcover edition. Jiang Wu stared at the Criminal Law for two seconds, then looked up at Han Zhong, his eyes full of confusion.

Han Zhong tapped the table with his fingertips and said slowly, "Two articles with fifteen chapters, four hundred and fifty-two items. Ten items a day, I'm afraid you won't be able to remember more."

Jiang Wu hadn't reacted yet, so he asked suspiciously, "Read?"

Han Zhong: “Copy.”

Jiang Wu: “…”

There was deathly silence in the huge living room. The two people sitting opposite each other at the dining table looked at each other for ten seconds without saying a word. Aunt Bai from the kitchen couldn't help but stick her head out to take a look, and when she saw the two people "looking at each other affectionately", she retracted her head with satisfaction.

"Are you kidding?"

“I don’t usually joke.”

Jiang Wu looked at him blankly, "…Why should I copy this?"

"Because your thoughts are too dangerous, I'm afraid that one day I will have to go to the police station to pick up you, my lifesaver." Han paused and said, "And I hope to make you understand that the law is really a good weapon."

"for example?"

"For example, your landlord initially asked for 2 million dollars in compensation, but my lawyer reduced it to 800,000 dollars."

“…”

This was a fact that Jiang Wu could not refute. Especially since he had been troubled by money ever since his rebirth, being able to pay less than 1.2 million really saved him a lot of trouble.

"but--"

"No buts." Han Zhong raised his eyebrows slightly, "Otherwise I will use this 800,000 to offset your life-saving grace, and we will never know each other again in the future."

Jiang Wu stared at him for a long time before he reluctantly said, "...I copied it."

Han Zhong looked at him with a fierce face looking at him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he put his hands on the table and waved at him.

Jiang Wu walked over dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing——"

Before he could finish his words, Han Zhong's slightly cool fingertips brushed across his eyelids, and it was fleeting, but Jiang Wu felt as if something had hooked his chest, making it itchy.

In an instant, countless fragments of memory flashed through his mind. He felt that this scene was extremely familiar, as if it had happened countless times, yet as if it had never happened before.

He stared at Han Zhong with his eyes wide open and asked, "…Why did you touch my eyes?"

"My hair is too long and it's getting in my eyes."

Han Zhong withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked upstairs, "Remember to give it to me tomorrow morning."

Jiang Wu watched his back disappear behind the door, feeling inexplicably empty in his heart, "...I know."

Separated by a door, Han Zhong leaned against the door the moment he closed it, waiting for his unbalanced heart to slowly calm down. The image of Jiang Wu frowning and leaning his head forward just now appeared in his mind, and a very soft smile slowly revealed in his deep brows.

…

The first ten articles were not long, and Jiang Wu finished copying them the next morning. Han Zhong happened to be about to go out, and was stopped by Jiang Wu as soon as he got downstairs.

Han Zhong took it and glanced at it. There was not a single missing word, but that word was the first one he wanted to describe as ugly.

He looked at Jiang Wu's face and couldn't understand how such a good-looking person could write such ugly words.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Wu raised his chin and asked, "What's wrong? Did I copy badly?"

Han raised his notebook again, "What do you think?"

Jiang Wubu said nothing. He certainly knew that the handwriting was not beautiful, but he had only been carrying the shell of his original body for more than two months. Knowledge and memory could be inherited, but muscle memory and habits were difficult to change in a short period of time.

"I'm not used to using oil-based pens."

"What kind of pen do you usually use?"

"Brush."

“…”

Han Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

Jiang Wu didn't know what he meant by this line, "So does this count?"

"No, rewrite it."

Han Zhong hurried out after he finished speaking. Jiang Wu was so angry that he shouted at his back, "You are so annoying!"

A voice came from outside the door, "Hand it in tonight."

Jiang Wu: “…”

Jiang Wu hated copying books and writing. Strictly speaking, he had never been to school. In his early years, he was taught by his master in the mountains. His master was even lazier than he was. After teaching him to read, he threw a copy of "Bi Xiao Yin" and "Si Ming Bao Lu" to him, patted his butt and went away to travel.

It was not until he came down the mountain that he realized that what he had learned was completely different from what others had learned. Others read classics, history, and learned the rites of Confucius and Mencius, but he would fight if he was not convinced, and run away if he could not defeat them.

Until he met Yan Zhong later, he didn't teach any classics, history, or literature, but mostly taught military strategies and state governance. Jiang Wu naturally didn't want to learn that. He had internal strength and could tell fortune from disaster. At most, learning military strategies would be enough to help Yan Zhong. Why bother learning state governance?

So he always found different ways to hide, but he didn't know why he was always found by Yan Zhong. After so many times, he got too lazy to hide anymore and just learned from Yan Zhong. By the way, Yan Zhong also taught him to write in a smooth and elegant style, stroke by stroke.

He thought that this was the end of his life, but he didn't expect that after being reborn, he fell into Han Zhong's hands and had to copy books and practice calligraphy. He was the national teacher of the Great Zhou Dynasty and a descendant of the gods. He was over 200 years old and still had to copy books for a mere 800,000 yuan. It was simply abuse of the elderly.