After burying Zhang Tan and returning to the Taixue Museum, Gao Yue met with Wei Cigong and Liu Deshu in his C-shaped room and discussed, "Our shed, if it is called the Xidu Shed, it is too unpleasant, and it must have a loud name." ”

Because Wei Cigong and Liu Deshu still don't think it, after all, the habit of Chang'an being called Xidu and Luoyang being called Dongdu or Shendu has been going on for many years, and everyone will not have the slightest sense of disobedience, but Gao Yue still has a sense of disobedience - he used to write scripts for the Silk Road Film and Television City in Xijing City, and he knows a little bit about the entertainment industry.

"It's better to call it the Chaoyang Shed." Wei Cigong proposed.

When Gao Yue heard this name, he held his forehead deeply, and then said, "It's not good to be in trouble with the original 'Western Capital', so change it." ”

Liu Demuro mentioned a few more names, but Gao Yue, the head of the shed, was still not satisfied, and then he muttered and paced around, "In addition to mutual assistance, our shed must also contain a kind of high-spirited and diligent spirit in it—so I think this name is good." ”

After finishing speaking, Gao Yue picked up a pen and wrote two big characters on a piece of paper.

Under the candlelight, Wei Cigong and Liu De came up to see that it was the word "Taofen".

"Then it's called Taofen Shed?"

Gao Yue nodded, obviously satisfied, "This name is not bad, the spirit and spirit are all in it." ”

"Not bad, not bad."

"In the future, I will be the head of Taofen shed, from Zhou will be Taofen shantie official, and Fangzhai will be Taofen record."

Liu Demuro stood up excitedly, turned his hand a few times and said, "The three of us are collectively called the three sons of Taofen!" ”

Then the three of them set up a "shed", that is, a public treasury in the shed: each shed member must pay 500 yuan to join the club, and then in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, they must pay another 300 yuan, which is used to buy the paper, pen and ink needed for the warm class, and the investment bank paper required by Taofen Peng.

Of course, Gao Yue knew in his heart that if he wanted to get a jinshi, it was far from enough to rely on the dues of the canopy, but more to play a role in uniting people's hearts and restraining behavior.

After Wei Cigong and Liu De Room left, Gao Yue stayed in the bucket room of the C-shaped room, and when he sat on the couch in this room again, he was very unaccustomed to it, because he stayed overnight in the Red Peony Pavilion, the fragrance that filled the room, the feather cushions and Qi mats on the couch, and Zhi Hui served him all night, and now he lived in the Xiao Ran Bucket Room of the Taixue Pavilion, as if he had seen a treasure in the Dragon King's Mansion, and the mundane things could no longer be seen.

finally fell asleep next to each other and spent the night, and after Gao Yue got up the next day, he remembered what Xue Yaoying said about the female scripture writer of Shengye Temple:

First, I wanted to find the female scripture writer and learn her calligraphy;

Second, I want to find her to transcribe some scriptures for Zhang Tan, who is buried, and pray for some blessings for Zhang Tan, and I also hope that if Zhang Tan really has a spirit, he can bless and bless the students of Guozijian.

So in the daytime, Gao Yue walked out of Wubenfang, walked through the north wall of Pingkang Fang, and was still thinking about Yang Miaoer, Wang Tuantuan, Cai Fonu, Song Zhuzhu and others inside, I don't know how they were, but I thought about it: Now they are busy with the affairs of the Jinshi Group, I am afraid that they will not be idle - alas, it is better to be busy with their serious things first.

Soon, the eastern city of Chang'an City and the distant Dog Ridge appeared in front of him, looking at the still gloomy and terrifying Dog Ridge in the daytime, and the Temple of the Torture God that was faintly visible among the barren grass on it, Gao Yue couldn't help but think of the various tragic scenes he saw when he first crossed into the pit of the prisoner, and couldn't help but shudder, quickened his pace, and left this bloody place.

Shengye Fang is located slightly east of Dog's Ridge, and its name is derived from Shengye Temple in the southwest corner.

Gao Yue walked into the courtyard of Shengye Temple, and found that it was really magnificent, and the core of the courtyard was the "two ends and nine ridges" hall with five rooms wide and three rooms deep, which was built on a jade-white pedestal. Because the monk Jinghui, the founder of Shengye Temple, had a great friendship with Li Yuan, the ancestor of the Tang Dynasty, so the incense in the temple has always been prosperous.

Gao Yue walked to the bottom of the steps of the pedestal, and saw a small novice who was sweeping leaves on the side of the aisle, so he asked where the scripture writers of Shengye Temple were, and the little novice returned the salute with his palms, and then pointed to the Mingkequ on the cross street of Shengye Temple, saying that there were five scripture writing workshops that opened towards the song, and all the "scripture students" employed by the temple were gathered in it.

Jingsheng is the scripture writer in Xue Yaoying's mouth.

Some of the folk who are good at calligraphy are employed by government agencies and are called "regular calligraphers"; There are also some people who are free to make a living, they are generally employed by the temple to copy Buddhist scriptures, and they will also copy some calligraphy for ordinary people, such as correspondence, promotion and wealth, early birth of noble sons, etc., and use non-stop writing to make a living, this kind of people are called "scripture students".

Now Gao Yue understands that most of the texts of the famous Dunhuang Studies in later generations were copied by this group of unknown scholars one by one.

After leaving the temple, Gao Yue just walked to the street of Mingkequ, and he could see that there were indeed five rooms on the opposite side, and many scripture students were there under the roof beams, carrying pens on the paper scrolls on the wooden shelves and copying and writing non-stop, and there were many female scripture students in them.

"It's not good, Xingdaofang is just giving me a wooden deed to copy Buddhist scriptures for free, and Xue Yaoying just said to let me find a famous female scripture student, but who would have thought that there are more than three or five female scripture students here, who is it?" Gao Yue stopped, looking at the crowded heads of the scripture writing workshop, and was very distressed.

Suddenly, a woman's shouting and scolding came from the scripture writing room, "Rogue man! ”

Then a man laughed, holding a large volume of scriptures, and walked barefoot through the gap between the people in the scripture writing workshop, and ran to Mingkequ.

"Catch him, copy the scriptures and don't give money, the scoundrel instigated by Guo Xiaofeng!" The female voice inside was full of anger, and it seemed that she was also passing through the crowd and chasing after the man.

"It's Guo Xiaofeng's subordinates again!" Gao Yue was suddenly furious, Guo Xiaofeng, this guy wants to take away the original yuan of Song Zhuzhu, and now he is asking people to rely on the money for copying scriptures from female scriptures, which is simply the enemy of standard women!

So the chivalrous heart warmed up, and Gao Yue rushed up to stop the man.

At this time, a woman with a falling horse bun ran out angrily, stood at the door of the scripture writing workshop, and shouted to the man, "Rogue man, give me money for copying scriptures." ”

"Don't run!" Gao Yue also suddenly crossed in front of the scoundrel.

"Here you go!" The scoundrel threw the erected scroll into Gao Yue's arms at once, and then laughed and scurried into the alley of Dongxuequ on the cross street.

"Alas!" Gao Yue held the scroll, just about to chase, he heard a sharp "boom" sound, just turned his eyes, he felt a "bang" sound, his eyes were black, the bridge of his nose was hit vigorously, and the bones inside were about to be shattered.

The moment he fell, he raised his eyes and saw that a ball of bow bounced into the sky above, and it had not yet fallen—this guy had hit him just now.

"Another scoundrel, and you still want to answer the same party?" About thirty feet away, in front of the door of the scripture writing workshop, the female scripture student lifted her skirt, stretched out her leg that had just kicked out the bow ball, and said viciously to Gao Yue, who was lying on the ground and covering his nose.