"Son, I have good news for you, I have registered you with Mr. Wen Yuan, and the tuition fees have been paid, and you can go to school tomorrow.

Dad, I also understand, it's really not good not to study these days, no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education, and no matter how hard you are, you can't be bitter for your children.

When you get there, you have to study hard, in case you succeed in your studies one day and write a potential novel, our old Song family will also be a glorious lintel.

If you look at Mr. Wen Yuan, there is a potential novel, and he was hired to our Ping'an City to teach everyone how to write, and he can make money just by talking about it. ”

Song Ren looked at his father's eyes and the school uniform he received, and was speechless for a while, solving the problem of food and clothing, and lacking spiritual food.

However, he has not yet entered a private school, and he also wants to have a good understanding of some literary aspects of this world, which is just an opportunity.

Especially with his father's expectant eyes at this moment, even if Song Ren refuses, people will probably drive him to school with a broom.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

Seeing that his son was not averse to studying, Song Ren was happy for a while.

"Okay, Dad, I'll prepare a meal for you, let's eat and drink well, and study happily."

…………

Heian Academy is named after the entire Heian Castle, which contains the expectations of the entire Heian Castle people.

In addition to the usual teaching and literacy, they also have a task, which is the understanding of novels, various applications, and so on.

After all, who doesn't want their children to be famous on the Internet one day.

For those who don't have talent, can't cultivate, or don't have cultivation resources, that place is a broad shortcut to the strong.

Therefore, everyone spared no expense to hire Mr. Wen Yuan, and asked why, there are only more than 10,000 potential novels throughout the ages, and there is one of them, in such a remote town, do you think it is worth it.

Now that he has become the dean of Ping'an Academy, even the city lord will give him a little thin noodles.

Therefore, when Song Ren came to the academy for the first time wearing a white academy uniform and a hat on his head, he was a little surprised and a little excited.

In the spacious school, there are nearly 200 low purple and mahogany tables, each with a futon under it, and at the top, the gentleman's lectern.

There is no portrait of Confucius and his old man, only a big 'book' in the center, vigorous and powerful, but some charm.

The small table in the hall was already full of people, buzzing and not knowing what to say, Song Ren looked at the location, only there was an idle table on the back side against the wall, and walked over to sit on the futon.

After waiting for a while, the class, which was originally like a vegetable market, suddenly quieted down, and Song Ren, who was looking around, soon found that a middle-aged man with an eight-handed beard had come to the lectern in the center at some point, and there were books-related things.

Song Ren knew that this was the highly-hired Mr. Wenyuan.

Everyone got up in unison, and then saluted: "I've seen Mr."

Mr. Wen Yuan, who looked to be around forty years old, stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

"Sit down!"

As everyone sat down, Mr. Wen Yuan coughed dryly.

"Very good, then let's continue to explain yesterday's topic, now please take out the jade disc and open chapter 167, this chapter we talked about yesterday, Zhang Xiaofan, who has been assumed the name of Ghost Li, is ...... with Lin Jingyu"

Everyone took out a jade disc and put it on the table, and then put one hand lightly, and the three-dimensional picture appeared in front of them in an instant, listening to Mr. Wen Yuan explain the author's main writing method, buried foreshadowing, writing decoration and the so-called sense of expectation......

Song Ren looked blankly at the satchel that his father had prepared for him, which contained pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and two cold steamed buns at noon, and his face twitched.

No, what's the situation, no one told me to bring this thing, and it's my novel?

For a while, his face was extremely exciting, but being commented on by this Mr. Wen Yuan also made him have another idea about the novel, so he calmed down and listened carefully, and he gained a lot......

At the end of the day, Song Ren had a different understanding of this Mr. Wenyuan, although this person only has one novel in the ranks of potential, but he has a feeling of being an outsider in other people's novels, and his insights and uniqueness have benefited him a lot.

Daddy is reliable this time, the tuition is not in vain, if it is possible in the future, he wants to write his own novels, instead of always being a copyist, in that way, although he has achieved a lot, he is always weak-hearted.

I haven't enjoyed the feeling of school for a long time, as the college bell rang, everyone came out of the school bustlingly, Song Ren was also in a good mood, went out of the college gate, bought a candy man next to him, licked happily and walked back.

After turning a few streets, his eyes glanced inadvertently, and he thought he was dazzled, and after making sure again, he was surprised, and hurriedly came behind a person, and patted his shoulder happily.

"Great benefactor, why are you here?"

Su Youwei, who was busy for a short time, just came out for a while, and was on the side of a merchant, looking at all kinds of beaded tweed on the shelf, when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, turned around, and saw a man who was magically buying sugarcane in Qingyun Mountain, but he was surprisingly cowardly.

"Hello, what are you?" Su You greeted with a smile.

I didn't expect to meet someone in such a place.

"Haha, it's really you, I'll live here, benefactor, I was in a hurry last time, and you didn't tell me my name, so I have to thank you well," If it weren't for the beauty in front of him kicking him, he would have been split in half by the tiger demon.

When the time comes, the fake one will be commemorated by a monument, and I, the real author, will throw it aside and bury it hastily, and it will be a big loss.

Su Youwei hesitated, but she was also in a good mood, after all, she had already played "Pipa Language", and such a beautiful piece of music would come from her own hands, which was exciting to think about.

"Su Youwei," Su Youwei said.

Song Ren chewed and looked at her face again, this was really not called for nothing.

"Nice name, my name is Song Ren."

"Instigation?" Su Youwei snorted out laughing, although she was still dressed as a man at the moment, Song Ren was not angry because people called the wrong name, but was amazed by her smile.

Really, a smile captivates the country and the city.

"You are-" Feeling a little rude, Su Youwei forcibly held back his smile, but looked his outfit up and down.

Song Ren lifted the satchel on his shoulder: "I just came back from school at the academy, is your family here too?" How come I've never seen you before? ”

Su Youwei shook his head: "No, I just passed by here by chance." ”

"So that's the case, don't look at this peaceful city is small, but it has all kinds of organs, as a local, or I'll take you around, maybe there are some things, you haven't seen it, I ......"

"Hey, those two dolls, that's what you're talking about, look here, come in!" This is a small wine shop, and there is a lame old man lying on the counter, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, covered with age spots, and at this moment his cloudy eyes greet the two with a smile.

Song Ren's words were interrupted, he looked left and right, pointed at himself, and looked suspicious: "Is this calling us?" ”

The old man nodded: "It's you, no one else!" ”

Song Ren came in suspiciously, and Su Youwei also came in.

The wine shop is not big, barely able to seat five or six people, but the wine is very fragrant and clean.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with us?" Song Ren could be sure that he didn't know him.

The old man ignored Song Ren, looked at Su Youwei, nodded first, and then shook his head.

"It's a pity—"

"What is the pity, old sir?" Su Youwei didn't feel the fluctuations of cultivators from this person, and besides, in this remote earth city, there were no strong people.

The old man limped out, suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed Su Youwei's arm.

Su You was slightly shocked, because in the face of this old man from the countryside in her opinion, she didn't even have time to react, and now her arms couldn't lift her strength.

Song Ren's face changed, hey, you are a bad old man, the old cow eats tender grass, right, playing hooligan in broad daylight.

He was about to stop it, but the old man let go of his hand, and then looked sorry.