Halfway through the sun, the gate opened, and some sleepy-eyed soldiers shuffled open the gate, and stood by the gate, holding their weapons very seriously, stretching out their hands, and collecting the entrance fee.

The cost is not high, the appearance of two coppers, Wen Bin is waiting nearby, mixed in the crowd that has just entered the city and walks towards the city, his short hair is quite special, deliberately covered with a turban, If you don't look carefully, you can't see any difference from the scholars here.

Those who enter the city early in the morning are mostly farmers from the neighborhood, who are in a hurry to do some small business to supplement their families, such people will naturally have a kind of awe of the scholars, and dare not provoke them casually, so as not to avoid two steps when walking, so as not to cause more trouble if they touch it.

Shinong businessman, most of the ancient times were such a hierarchical positioning, Wen Bin slightly applied experience, more and more of a scholar's style, so there is also a bit of conspicuousness in the crowd, inevitably there will be some like the girl in the bookstore, want to add two sentences to their script.

Wen Bin kept an eye on his script, and from time to time he had to take it out and look at it twice to make sure that the text on it had not disappeared.

If someone else's plot about their own plot conflicts with their own, in the case of the same level, the one with strong willpower can win and keep the text, and the weak one, the relevant contradictory text on the script will disappear, but it will not cause strange blank space, and the subsequent text will be automatically typeset, and the top is missing.

Wen Bin walked to the market with the flow of people, thinking about the scripts told by the kind-hearted fellow in the plot, which are actually not too complicated, but they are still a little troublesome.

It's like making some specific explanations for a certain superpower, etc., which he summed up by himself, and it's not easy, maybe he has also experienced a few script downgrades.

Fortunately, no matter how the script is downgraded, it will not directly fall to the negative, and it will collapse, and it will always leave a guarantee for people.

Each person, at the same time, can only bind one script, and it is impossible to directly replace other scripts if there is already a script, so there are fewer disputes.

Just thinking about it, there was a protest sound in his stomach, Wen Bin looked down, okay, it's time to eat.

Just walking to the market, the residents of the city also set up stalls to sell breakfast, the aroma of food came out with the steam, you can smell it from afar, Wen Bin looked at it, chose a family to sit down, hot wontons on the table, a big bowl, look at it delicious.

These food, clothing, housing and transportation are not in Wen Bin's script, a day does not look long, but if everything is written in the script, it is as long and meaningless as a running account, he only remembered one or two major events, the gift of money in the morning is considered one, the other is the reunion with Qiu Yun, and the others only wrote a sentence "nothing else".

What the specific effect is, we have to see to know.

Eating quietly with a bowl, Wen Bin heard the shouting of the stall in the morning, the old man who sold wontons and his son, the two of them were busy there, and in the morning, a few copper rice always had to be eaten.

There are also some local residents who come and go, they bring food boxes, buy something and put it in the box, the food box with the handle is made of wood, in addition to it may be relatively heavy, it is similar to the vegetable basket, and it may have a little bit of thermal insulation effect, and it is mostly lacquer red.

"It's been a few days, and nothing big has happened, I don't know what else to write about, every day, it's the same. ”

The people who were eating on the side were eating and talking, talking about the script, Wen Bin paid attention to the two sentences, they are all people from this world, and they seem to know something about crossing, but the specific is not clear, maybe they lack the spirit of scientific exploration, they talk about outsiders, and they say that they haven't seen each other for a long time.

"I thought the same thing, so I wrote that I wanted to see a stranger or something, and I kept it!"

The other looked excited, looking left and right as he spoke, and he looked eager to recognize the stranger right now, which could be regarded as his own ability.

"Huh, there are so many people, you just see it, and you can't recognize it, why don't you add a sentence, saying that the foreigner is a beautiful beauty, how good is it for you?"

It was obviously a joke, and he laughed as he said it.

The man didn't know if he really didn't hear it, or if he deliberately misunderstood, so he looked at the person who spoke and said, "Did you write like that?"

"Where can I..."

The voice was a little insincere.

Wen Bin slowed down the pace of eating, and the conversation seemed to be more carefree in this kind of place than deliberately looking for a restaurant and teahouse or something.

On the other side, some people said about the script, one said, "I must have good fortune today", and the other asked what was going on, and the other party said that he had written a sum early and kept it, which showed that he wanted to pick up a windfall.

"Be careful to pick up money and die!"

The man laughed and teased, and then talked about what happened not long ago, someone was greedy for the copper on the ground, and he didn't pay attention to the stone that flew from nowhere, and he hit his head directly, and died next to the copper.

The official still has no opinion, only that the number of blessings and misfortunes has been determined a long time ago, and the family has taken it back for burial, and the blood-stained copper has also been taken away by the family as life money.

"I said yesterday that the stone was thrown from the upper floor, and I don't want to keep it, I'm afraid there are other reasons, and I don't know which one guessed correctly. ”

This is also another use of the script, if what you think is true, it will also become a text, which is a usage of "testing the truth and falsehood" other than "making something out of nothing", just like the man said about fortune, if he writes every day that he will pick up money or something like today, he just thinks about it in vain, and he can't keep it all as a daydream, but if the text is really left in the script, then there must be this fortune.

If there is such a function, enter the gambling house to play a few handfuls, wouldn't everyone win, this is not necessarily, and the words that seem to be retained will also be offset, so who is strong and who is weak, in the end is another "betting" method.

If you can open a casino, you dare not say that there is a high-level script, at least it will be an intermediate script, you can make money by writing one on it every day, and you can make money when you encounter a number of low-level scripts, which one makes money, can you use quantity to affect quality?

And the boss behind the casino, maybe the son of a powerful family, holding a high-level script, writes about his own industry every day and makes money, etc., without saying which one, is it all earned, or is there a profit and a loss, and finally a small profit?

Wen Bin thought far away for a while, and paused for a moment in the action of eating, there happened to be not many people at this time, and the old man saw it and asked: "But you want to add some more soup, this soup in my house is a good old soup..."

"No, it's good to eat, it tastes good. ”

Wen Bin looked at the bottom of the bowl, put down the spoon, and said to the old man with a smile.

The old man narrowed his eyes with a smile and said, "I knew that someone would praise me today, and if I could get a word of praise from my son, it would not be in vain for the old man to be busy." ”

Is this also written a script?

The smile on Wen Bin's face was about to stiffen, the sentence just now was perfunctory, not manipulated, but after a careful experience, he didn't find anything wrong, so he gave up. After leaving here, Wen Bin walked towards the county office, deliberately walking in the other direction, trying to avoid the bookstore that he got up from early.

This street is a cultural street, I saw it in the morning, the brand or something, most of them are bookstores and Wenzhai, which is considered to have a relatively strong cultural atmosphere.

After walking a few steps, Wen Bin turned into a small shop, there was no one in the shop at this time, an old shopkeeper was sorting out the bookshelves, and when he saw someone coming, he smiled and asked what he wanted.

"The shopkeeper doesn't have to worry about me, I'll just take a look. ”

Wen Bin said this, his eyes wandered around, and he saw where the script was, and the pale yellow book was very different from the books.

"Shopkeeper, you don't have many scripts here, but there are few people who buy them?"

He opened his mouth as if at random, picked up a book, flipped through it, and made sure that the material was the same as the one in his hand.

"Childe be careful, but don't mess up and delay yourself. ”

When the old shopkeeper saw him take out his own script to compare, he was amused, he didn't know where the kid was, it wasn't because the script was upgraded, and he deliberately showed it off.

Idle and idle, early in the morning, few people come to buy these improper food and drink, the old shopkeeper is not busy cleaning up, simply put down the work at hand, come to chat with Wen Bin, Wen Bin so make a little arrogant and uncommon look, listen to the old shopkeeper talk about the ancients, old people, always want to sell what they know.

Anyone who says a word about the current, it is necessary to trace a few sentences to the source, so that he can appear knowledgeable, the old shopkeeper is not young, and he must also like this business when he opens a bookstore, there are always a few words to say, Wen Bin induces two sentences, it is an article.

Just like there are sun, moon and stars in the sky, they have never felt that there is anything strange about the script in their world, which is like the necessary belongings for going out, and the house that must be used for accommodation, and the source of the script, the mythological version, does not talk about it, only the method of control by the imperial court, which will be sent by the imperial court to the government every year, and then distributed by the government to bookstores in various places.

The size of the bookstore is different, the amount of income is also different, there are so many in January, if you sell it, you will sell it, and if you can't sell it, you will have to cut the assessment for the next year, and some people are not willing to downgrade in the evaluation, so they will keep the backlog of excess scripts by themselves, otherwise they can only be burned as firewood.

The script that hasn't been bound is just an ordinary book.,It's easy to tear it up and burn it.,But after it's bound,,It has some kind of magical attribute.,Just like the text automatically highlights.,It won't be easily destroyed.。

But, if you can't destroy it, you can also lose it, if you lose your script, whether it's stolen or what, anyway, you can't write it, it's the same as someone who doesn't have a script, it's worse than the one without a script, you can't buy a new one, you can't upgrade the script, you can only be passively dominated.

"Childe can be careful outside, don't throw away your own script, don't talk about the level of your own script, give the bad guys a chance to make ghosts. The shopkeeper's kind reminder looks old and sophisticated.

Wen Bin arched his hand and saluted: "Thank you for the reminder." ”

The shopkeeper waved his hand, but did not receive it, "It's nothing, it doesn't have to be like this." ”

The two talked for a while, estimating that the time was almost up, Wen Bin left the bookstore and continued to walk in the direction of the county office, and the place where he wrote the meeting was near the county office.

The author has something to say: This world may be a little long, I hope you don't think it's too watery, and many settings have to be made clear, and it will be a little longer.

A crossing within a crossing.

Not everyone is born with it, it costs money to buy it, and what may be realized will become the text on the script, which is retained, not realized, and it is in vain to think about it, the script is still empty, and it can't be written.

The source of the blank script, no spoilers!

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