A hundred taels of silver is a lot, but not much.

Not much for the Captain, not much for the Centurion.

The captain was only the leader of the patrol, and his rank was similar to that of Zheng Chapao, and although the centurion was also not in the rank, he was in charge of the security of a fang city.

Converted into an official position in later generations, it is similar to the head of the Kyoto Street Police Station.

Shop monthly rules, gang offerings, various fines......

The black and white forests add up, the oil and water are abundant, and a hundred taels of silver is really nothing.

However, this knife silver represents the heart, attitude, people are willing to accept your love, plan to be friends, long-term friends.

"It's not bad to have a good relationship with the sheriff in the market, so as not to be disturbed by thieves and thieves."

Li Ping'an has another plan in his heart, if he encounters a thief in the future, he may be able to exchange silver through Li San, which can be regarded as an alternative income.

Martial arts practice is a bottomless pit, and fellow people in the rivers and lakes send silver to the door thousands of miles away, and it is not okay if you don't collect it.

Of course, you can ask for silver, but officials and dogs are not appropriate!

……

The Spring Festival of the 40th year of Jianwu passed quickly, the days passed as usual, and the sun rose as usual.

Time is the greatest fairness in the world.

In the blink of an eye, it is March.

Li Ping'an's four martial arts have been cultivated diligently, and he can feel progress every day, even if there is only a trace of it, it will accumulate over time, and there will be a time of great success.

There are people in the world who are extremely talented, and they can become martial arts masters in more than ten years.

Li Ping'an knew that his roots were mediocre, and his comprehension was also at the level of ordinary people, and he was still late in his practice years, and he had already prepared to cultivate a dynasty.

"A pig has cultivated for a thousand years...... Phew, we're smarter than pigs! ”

Early in the morning.

Li Ping'an came to Chongrenfang, went to Cui's bookstore and found that the couplet posted at the door had been changed.

Books, Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism......

Collected poems and songs......

I can't see the quality of the couplet, but the payment on the left side of the couplet is recognized, Su Mingyuan.

"Wow, genius inscription!"

Li Ping'an was amazed, the ancients paid special attention to inheritance, and Mobao is one of them.

In the future, Su Mingyuan's knowledge went further, writing poems that have been passed down through the ages, or entering the official career and entering the phase, this inscription has become the foundation of Cui's bookstore.

Push the door in.

The layout of the bookstore has not changed, but there are more people who come to borrow and read, and the guys are busy refilling the water for the scholars.

Li Ping'an came to the counter and greeted the shopkeeper Cui.

"Shopkeeper Cui, after reading those books, buy a few more esoteric volumes of Taoist scriptures."

"The poor master is so diligent, does he plan to grant him the Tao and turn into a good person?"

The shopkeeper Cui explained: "I don't mean to explore the mind of the poor master, but I want to teach the Tao to enter the Tao, and most of the classics tested are new works, and different Taoist temples also have a focus on the direction. ”

It is not that a lowly status cannot be promoted to a good status, and being a Taoist priest and monk is one of the ways.

The monks belong to outsiders, and the court has many preferential treatments, such as exemption from forced labor and taxes, such as the Taoist monks can be used as a guide.

After getting the Taoist certificate, it is equivalent to a monk giving up his previous identity, and then going to the yamen to apply for a new yellow register of household registration, and what he gets is a good white body.

Probably born first and then re-entered the WTO, and the identity was whitewashed!

However, it is not easy to get the Taoist monk, the imperial court gives a certain number of places to each Taoist temple and temple every year, and you need to pass the Taoist Buddhist exam, and you can become a monk through heavy competition.

The classics taught by the Taoist temples are different in different places, so the shopkeeper Cui will say that he needs to read books in a targeted manner.

Li Ping'an shook his head and said: "I don't have this plan for the time being, I'm just interested in the Taoist scriptures." ”

"Reading the ancient books of the sages is not that the present is inferior to the ancients, but that the ancient books of the sages are closer to the Tao. Later generations will inevitably be mixed with private goods, and after one translation, two translations and three translations, many new works have deviated from their original intentions. ”

Shopkeeper Cui said the titles of a few books and asked the guy to take them.

"The poor master and Su Gongzi are familiar with each other, and they will all buy books at a discount of 20% in the future, totaling 32 taels."

"Thank you shopkeeper, let's also touch the gentleman of Su Gongzi."

Li Ping'an's voice fell, and he suddenly heard a sneer.

"A third-rate poet who can only slap horses, a talent who can't even pass the township exam, is embarrassed to talk about literary temperament!"

The one who spoke was a thin scholar, who looked to be in his twenties, with a long wash and white shirt on his body, and a few sewing marks on the corners of his clothes.

"Brother Wang, don't say that."

The middle-aged scholar next to him persuaded: "You and I are familiar with Brother Su, I have read the articles he wrote, and I have a lot of respect for him before, and I will be able to go to high school this year." ”

"Of course I can go to high school!"

The young scholar sneered: "I heard that the East Palace held a banquet, and specially invited Su Mingyuan to compose poems, with the prince as a backer, wouldn't it be easy to go to high school?" ”

"Maybe you can even solve the yuan and champion in the middle and become the first person in the north in 20 years!"

"Ahem, ahem, be cautious!"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly interrupted, lest his companion be unobtrusive and even implicate him.

His Majesty is now seventy-two, and even if he was successful in martial arts when he was young, he was almost at the age of age, and it would not be long before the crown prince could succeed to the throne.

When these words spread, the prince was displeased, and he never wanted to pass the exam for the rest of his life.

The young scholar was young, and he was not afraid of the East Palace at all: "I thought that Su Mingyuan had a high backbone, but now I found out that he is a flattering villain, and I want to break off my friendship with him!" ”

"Let's go, let's go drink."

The middle-aged scholar dragged his companion out of the bookstore, constantly comforting and persuading.

Li Ping'an originally sounded interesting, thinking that he was afraid of the plot of his brother driving a Land Rover, but after hearing about the East Palace and the prince, he had a different idea in his heart.

Who in the capital doesn't know that the Marquis of Weiyuan is the prince's Mount Tai and the future abbot.

After Su Mingyuan became famous for writing poems, he did not serve the family, but chose the camp of Weiyuanhou, who had a deep hatred.

"Maybe he's thinking too much, maybe he's forgotten Miss Su."

Li Ping'an read too many scholarly books and did not comment on the reader's temperament.

Maybe people think that a mere girl who is not even a good family is a good asset, and it is not worth being negative or infatuated at all.

I left the bookstore and went home with my newly bought books.

Chongrenfang was full of scholars, listening to them discussing poetry and articles on the road, and in just a few moments, he heard Su Mingyuan's name three times.

The first talent in the north who was originally blown out, after being invited by the prince, was faintly a little solid.

Poetry criticism is idealistic, and as long as the gap is not too big, it is difficult to define the superior.

Now that Su Mingyuan has official certification, he has gained many fans who follow the crowd, and if anyone is not convinced, fans will ask.

Have you received the Prince's Banquet?

"It's a good taste to be famous."

Li Ping'an secretly thought to himself, if he reads dozens of books for hundreds of years, he will definitely be able to master Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and ink methods, and when the time comes, he will quote scriptures and copy a few poems from his previous life, and he may be able to fight for the name of a poet saint and a poet immortal.

"It's okay to appear in front of people, let's stand in the long river of history and watch those clouds and rain."

"Watch them play up, watch them play down."

"Maybe when you are invincible in the world, you can write a collection of poems with an anonymous name, and let people after a hundred years and thousands of years check whose masterpiece this is!"

Li Ping'an's thoughts were flying, and he inexplicably thought of the scene of experts and professors thousands of years later, fighting for who was "anonymous".

When the time comes, Li Ping'an announced in a high-profile manner.

I am the author of these famous stories!

It's a pity that no one will believe it, but will regard the person who opens up the truth of the world as a mental illness who talks nonsense.