This Gao Xuan picked up his patched and patched straight patch from the creaking bamboo chuáng, which was his most haode clothes, and he only wore them when he went to the school palace to meet the teacher on weekdays.

Gao Xiucai is not very old, and he has won the fame of a Xiucai before he is thirty, and he is young and promising. But the family is really poor. Except for a broken house handed down from the ancestors and some broken belongings, it can be called a family with four walls.

He put on his clothes, dusted off his dust carefully, and the Xiucai lady who was cooking outside walked in, she was the daughter of a small civilian family, Lao Tzu was selling wine along the street, because he felt that it was face-saving to marry a scholar, so he married his daughter to him, a poor Xiucai.

"Xianggong, there is no rice at home." Xiucai said timidly that the rice in Hangzhou has risen sharply recently, and even barley and buckwheat, which few people care about on weekdays, have risen to 1,000 yuan a stone.

Since the beginning of spring, almost no rain has fallen in the entire northern part of Zhejiang, and when planting seedlings, it is barely relied on the car water to irrigate the land, but this day has been dry, and this year is another disaster year. People with a little family background are all entering in large numbers, and of course the rice merchants have also risen first when they hear the wind.

"Just buy some barley first. You tell me, am I going to be out of the mist? Gao Xiucai can't listen to the livelihood of firewood, rice, oil and salt, he feels that he is very incompetent in these things, if Xiucai is willing to talk to him about a few wonderful works or "heart studies" of this year's current literature, he can discuss it.

"There is no money at home..."The talented lady didn't want to disturb the good interest of the "Xianggong", but she really had no rice and no money.

Gao Xuan sighed, confused, and finally found a string of fifty or sixty small coins from his sleeve for his wife. He hurried outside, and his home really made him feel aggrieved.

Gao Xuan has no livelihood: a few years ago, there was still some meager property in the family, and the days were still coming, he studied hard, made teachers and friends, in order to be able to go to school, and a few years ago, his parents died one after another and married his wife, and the remaining little family property was consumed. If you continue like this now, you will have to "ask for food" - relying on your father-in-law to help. Although Gao Xuan pretended not to know, he asked, but he knew that most of the firewood, rice, oil and salt at home in recent months had relied on his father-in-law.

"How can it go on like this?" Gao Xuan was in a heavy mood, he was going to Wanbi Bookstore today, and he went there with a few friends a few days ago, and he was amazed by the environment and the wide variety of beautifully printed books. It is rare that the guys in the bookstore treat people warmly and politely, and they are a group of poor and talented poor children who read books in it not only without interference, but also have tea supply. Gao Xuan saw a large set of "Ancient and Modern Books Collection" in it, and read it for a long time without sleep or food, and did not leave until the bookstore was about to close.

The bookstore has become a good place for him to spend time and escape from reality.

On the streets, the sun was already very hot, and there was no place to shade the bare streets, and the stench of dust was all over the streets.

Gao Xuan walked against the sun, and after a while, he was already sweating profusely, looking at the big gentlemen who were sitting in a bamboo silk sedan chair, hugging each other, he was envious and resentful.

"This guy is full of greedy beetles!" He cursed secretly. But I was very envious in my heart.

He walked for almost three quarters of an hour before he reached the Wanbi Bookstore. The street in front of the bookstore was already full of sedan chairs, and there were many servants standing in the bookstore, and there were also many wealthy gentlemen, Gao Xuan carefully avoided these people, and walked into the gate through the root of the wall.

The room is cool and comfortable, and the air is filled with a rich smell of books, as well as a faint fragrance of flowers and tea. Gao Xuan's spirits perked up and he walked towards it.

The area of the bookstore is very large, and the so-called things gather people in groups, and there are several halls in the bookstore, and Gao Xuan goes to the "Wenxi Hall" - the name sounds festive, and it also gives a little psychological comfort to the poor scholars who are suffering. Most of the people who read and chatted here were poor people from small households, and they were all poor children, sour and talented people.

Thanks to the large glass windows, the hall is flooded with light. The sun is shining outside, but a canopy is installed above the windows so that the sun does not penetrate the room directly, and the temperature is just right. In addition, outside the window is a small courtyard, full of thick green, and it feels cool to look at it.

The decoration and furnishings of "Wenxi Hall" are mainly simple and practical, with rattan benches and wooden long tables. Earlier than Gao Xuan, the scholars and scholars sat or paced, and they all looked energetic, and when they saw the wonders, some people shook their heads and groaned. Others spread out paper and ink on the long table, copying the contents of the book with a wave of paper. Some people don't know if they go to bed too late, so they will simply lie down on the desk and fall asleep.

A little farther away from these tables and chairs, there is another bright partition, and inside are some scholars who are talking loudly. Gao Xuan listened to them as if they were talking about "Xinxue".

Gao Xuan greeted a few acquaintances, walked straight to the wooden counter in the corner of the house, and took out a card. This is a library card for Wanbi Bookstore. Gao Xuan couldn't afford to pay a deposit of one or two, so he got a Class B certificate, which could only be read in the bookstore, and he couldn't bring it back The guy standing behind the wooden counter picked up his card and opened a big "account book" This is a register, indicating the name of the cardholder, address, borrowing time and the type of books he has borrowed, and there is a column of "introducer". The purpose of registering an introducer is to get a rough idea of the relationship between these people.

The man checked the ledger and soon found the book he had borrowed last time, and without him having to say it, he sent him the second volume of the "Collection of Ancient and Modern Books".

Gao Xuan looked for a seat, and took out a bamboo cup from his arms, on which the words "Gift of Wanbi Bookstore" were carved with a machine. Each person who applies for a certificate can get one, and at the same time, according to the regulations of the bookstore, those who bring their own teacups can drink tea here for free. Of course, the tea is not very good, but it is also the best new tea of the year, not the "tea" that sells tea leaves in cheap tea shops outside.

The guy brought over the large tin-spout teapot, filled Gao Xuan's teacup with tea, and then added water to the others with a few polite sounds.

When Gao Xuan was studying without sleep and food, in Zhao Yinggong's mansion, Zhang Daochang had already come to visit.

"This will, the church door of Tianshui Bridge is bustling." Zhang Daochang smiled, picked up a cherry and put it in his mouth.

The cherries were sent by Zhang Dai early in the morning, about three or five catties of cherries were wrapped in lotus leaves, packed in a delicate bamboo basket, covered with leaves, and the two family members solemnly sent them to Zhao Yinggong's house, and Zhao Yingong also had to develop a few hundred rewards.

The cherries are served in a glass jar with large mouths, and they are bright and dripping. It looks like it's very eating.

Zhao Yinggong didn't speak, he was carefully blowing the nèn leaves of the Longjing in the Ming Dynasty floating on the tea cup, which was given to him by another gentry in Hangzhou City a few days ago that he had a tea garden near Longjing. From this kind of enjoyment, Daming is a rare place that beats the old time and space.

The Hangzhou lesson plan finally broke out under the unremitting efforts of the Taoist chief. A few days ago, Zhang and Huang Zhen had already gone to the door of the Catholic Church to hand over the "Doctrine of Distinguishing the Beginning of the Heavens", and at the same time hired many idlers to post the full text of the articles in temples and palaces in Hangzhou, demanding that the Hangzhou Church give a positive answer.

"Look, in a few days, the fire will burn even harder." Zhang Yingchen said with a smile, "The group of bigwigs in the church may still ask you for advice." ”

Zhao Yinggong shook his head: "How is this possible?" I'm just a local talent. ”

"You're underestimating yourself." Zhang Yingchen said with a smile, "Wanbi Bookstore is now a famous cultural salon in Hangzhou, I heard that even the county magistrates of Qiantang Ren and the second county yearn for you......"

"Don't, it's giving me goosebumps......"

Zhang Yingchen said: "It's true. Your strategy of borrowing books for free in the bookstore has earned you a lot of prestige. ”

Zhao Yinggong thought that his hand was originally to "raise hope", otherwise with an outsider like himself, how could he make a name for himself in Hangzhou? In these years, without fame, without the protection of the government and the gentry, it is difficult to do anything. Not to mention his next step in hosting refugees.

"Don't mention this, the Hangzhou lesson plan has been made out for you in advance, what are you going to do next?"

"Of course it's hot!" Zhang Yingchen said decisively, "I have already transferred the Fujian engraving book "Distinguishing the Relics of Learning" to Zhang, with his ability, of course, he can study the problems in it, and writing "Proving False Theory" is just a matter of effort. ”

"I have a backhand here." Zhang Yingchen said and took out a page from his arms, Zhao Yinggong took it, the article on the paper was written in classical Chinese, and in terms of content, it was obviously based on the content of the Bible to attack the church. Zhao Yinggong felt that the examples and words were very familiar, and when he saw half of them, he suddenly remembered, isn't this the famous anti-religious essay written by Bai Yang at the beginning!

Zhao Yinggong was a little worried: "Dao Chief! There is nothing else like "Proving Falsehoods", in the final analysis, it is still a theological and philosophical discussion, and this Bai Yang's essay is much more lethal. If you run out, it will be too big for everyone in the church, don't destroy the church with your hands, and we will point to others to help. ”

"It's okay, if you don't make the church snow, how can they see your help?"

"The problem is that I can't help either." Zhao Yinggong knew very well that Bai Yang used the routine of attacking the shield of the son with the spear of the son. If I want to refute this article, first, I don't have such a high level of theological cultivation, and second, I don't have Bai Yang's essay level. Zhao Yinggong suddenly remembered: There is no Chinese version of the Old and New Testaments in this time and space, and the Jesuits know that the only Chinese version is Australian, and this article will definitely arouse the alarm of the Jesuits.