In the next few days, Zhong Ling went out early and returned late, and under the pretext of participating in the poetry meeting, she basically stayed in her private house all day.

Then, in addition to dealing with some side hustles, she basically spends all her time copying previous textbooks.

This project can be said to be a long and large project.

These two months are certainly not enough. w✵★a❄✿p.fengsh❈fo

Anyway, Zhong Ling plans to go from difficult to simple, and copy as much as he can.

However, it was only not long before Zhong Ling encountered a problem.

Because Rao is Zhong Ling's memory is good, some places are blurred, and he can only write and write by his own understanding.

At this time, she suddenly envied some people who had crossed over.

According to the few books she has read, the traverser generally has his own gold finger, and why doesn't she have a gold finger?

If she had a hard drive in her brain, it would be nice to flip through it whenever she wanted to.

Or take her notebook and travel together, she won't have such a big problem, after all, she can build a small generator by herself with electricity.

However, this thought only floated through it once.

Zhong Ling did not slack off or give up on the project because of this.

She is still seriously copying, and for her, this kind of copying is also an opportunity for her to review and consolidate her knowledge.

So she doesn't find it boring.

During this time, the You Shizi didn't know where he went.

I didn't look for her once.

Of course, Zhong Ling is also happy to be quiet about this.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed, and it came to June 18, that is, the day when Lingshan monks held a cultural banquet.

Because the banquet was held at 3 p.m.

So Zhong Ling was still transcribing in the morning, and it wasn't until noon that she began to bathe and prepare for the feast.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhong Ling got into the carriage and went to the banquet.

This banquet was not set up in the Zhou Mansion, but in Bailu Garden.

Bailu Garden is on the outskirts of Fucheng, built along the river, and is the best place to cool off in summer, of course, this is only what Zhong Ling has heard, and Zhong Ling has not been to this place.

After arriving at the destination, Zhong Ling knew that this was true.

At a glance, the river is several meters wide from top to bottom, like the Milky Way above the nine heavens, with lush forests and countless pavilions on both sides.

Zhong Ling looked at this picturesque scene, and his eyes flickered.

It is said that this side was only a barren forest and wilderness before, but Zhou Xiuqi felt that the mountains and rivers here were beautiful and it was a good place, so he built Bailu Garden.

And after Zhou Xiuqi started, others also thought it was a good place.

As a result, some wealthy officials built some pavilions and gardens to make up for today's beautiful scene.

Zhong Ling glanced twice, asked the coachman to park the carriage in the dam where everyone else was parked, and then stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the garden.

At this time, the front of the garden was not deserted, and other scribe guests had already arrived first.

Zhong Ling only approached when he heard a man's voice coming clearly.

"Mr. Su, please, grandfather has been talking about you for a long time."

Zhong Ling's eyes moved slightly.

The voice was elegant and mellow, with a magnetic resonance in the low part, and it seemed to be blown by the spring breeze in the ears, and there was a feeling that the pores of the whole body were relaxed.

Zhong Ling thought, so he has a good voice.

Subconsciously, Zhong Ling paced towards the sound and saw a handsome and luxurious young man.