There is a Pingyu Mountain outside Tianguang City, like an emerald green screen, which guards the boxy Tianguang Cheng in it. The aura on Pingyu Mountain is extremely rich, and Tao Zi turned for three or five days, and he harvested a lot of spiritual plants.

On this day, she rested in a village at the foot of the mountain, and rented three thatched huts with a silver hairpin. Before the sun set, the landlord's widow's son came to deliver the meal, and when he came in, Tao Zi was sorting out the notes on the spiritual plants harvested today.

Ever since she got used to using pen and paper to record plants in the Rubik's Cube domain, she kept the habit alive. Today, when I went up the mountain, I found two plants mixed with wild grasses, and their appearance was very similar to the two spiritual plants described in the "Chenhua Divine Grass" that Uncle Jian Ning once gave him, and Tao Zi naturally would not let it go.

When the landlord's son walked in the door, he saw Tao Zi sitting on the table near the window, carefully drawing on mulberry paper, his eyesight was excellent, but when he swept it, he saw that there were not only pictures on the paper, but also words.

He was so shocked that he put down the basket in his hand, turned around and ran!

Tao Zi's consciousness was released, and he knew that he was here to deliver food, but he didn't do anything strange, why was he so panicked?

Putting away the pen and paper, she hid herself and hid on the beams of the widow's house next door.

"Mother, I'm ...... I just saw that Na Lang Zhong could write! I couldn't see any material in that pen, but the paper was delicate and ......thick," said the widow's son, a little nervous.

Widow Xu pulled him to the table, helped him sit down, and then said, "I'm afraid, why don't you plant like your short-lived Lao Tzu." It's just a bell doctor who walks the streets and alleys, and calls him Langzhong to lift. This house has only been rented for a month, and if we collect money and he leaves, what is the hindrance with us?"

Seeing that her son still looked apprehensive, she continued: "Just pretend not to see it, and the old lady will personally deliver the meal in the future." ”

Her son shouted: "Mother, where is it that I didn't plant, I'm worried...... What if this Lang Zhong is a nobleman who has fled? Only nobles and mages can read and write in our Guangguo!"

"If that's the case, those officers and soldiers will come to the door sooner or later......" The widow's son was still a little worried.

After a long time, the widow clapped her hands and said, "The people don't fight with the officials, and they can easily earn some silver, but I didn't expect it to be a long-term business." He patted his son on the shoulder, took out the silver hairpin that Tao Zi had given her, and said slowly: "Okay Dalong, tomorrow you go to the city early, take this hairpin as a pawn, no matter how much silver it is, we will keep half of it and return it to Na Langzhong, and invite him to go." ”

Dalong nodded hurriedly.

Tao Zi didn't expect that the people of Guangguo couldn't read. Even if it's hierarchical, it shouldn't come to such a point. Could it be that those in power want to fool the people? However, although fooling the people seems to be harmless in the short term, in the long run, the drawbacks will inevitably be exposed, and all kinds of harm will be done to the people's livelihood and society, but nothing will be beneficial.

What good is it for a foolish people?

Tao Zi couldn't figure it out, meditated in the grass hut all night, and the next day, just after dawn, she left the village, went directly to the city gate, and lined up to enter the city.

The city is full of traffic and crowds, and there are shouting hawkers on any street, and when Tao Zi walked to the most prosperous Baohua Street, he was even more dazzled by the magnificence in front of him.

The streets are wide enough to accommodate six horse-drawn carriages in two directions, and the streets are lined with pavilions and buildings, and no matter what kind of shops, families are welcome to send them and business is thriving. Tao Zi traveled all over the twelve countries of Zhongzhou back then, and none of them could be compared with this prosperous Tianguang City.

Because there was no way to hide her cultivation, she didn't dare to stop her Wood Concealment Technique. After thinking about it, she found a place where the tea shop was buzzing and sat down.

Xiao Er came forward attentively, Tao Zi ordered a pot of tea, and asked for two plates of dim sum, and Dr. Tea stepped forward to pour tea for her.

Tao Zi nodded, didn't drink tea, and only concentrated on listening to the storyteller's story:

"But he said that on that day, Master Zhide personally took the county lord Rong back to Qinghe Palace, and His Majesty the Emperor personally greeted him, and none of us and the people wanted to pay tribute to the county lord and the master. In this way, Lord Rong can be regarded as earning enough face, and His Majesty the Emperor has even moved down the edict, and he will soon be crowned Lord Rong as a princess. ”

"Tut-tut, what's so strange about this, it's just a fallen county lord who has fallen into the eyes of the mage and His Majesty. ”

"That's it, Old Man Zhao, the more you talk about this book, the more boring it becomes, and you still want our reward?"

"Isn't it, this thing still needs to be said, as if there is no one else who doesn't know. ”

......

Tao Zi ate a piece of snack, but she didn't know.

When I went to see the storyteller again, the old man Zhao's face did not change, he only smiled and let others cheer and pour the color, and only when the surroundings were quiet did he continue: "Guest officials, you are more anxious than the little old man. The next thing Xiao Lao'er is going to talk about, I guarantee that everyone doesn't know yet. ”

He sold a pass and said deliberately: "Do you know that the highly respected Master Zhide and our wise and martial Emperor His Majesty are so courteous to this Rong County Lord?"

Seeing that everyone's interest was finally aroused, he lowered his voice and said slowly: "We have not had a saint in Guangguo for more than ten years! I heard that after Lord Rong is crowned princess, she will also become a saint in our vast territory and worshiped by all the people!"

"Really?" a brocade-clothed man in his early twenties burst into light, but he turned to say, "This king doesn't know about such confidential matters, how can you know about them?"

His face immediately turned pale, and he scolded: "In broad daylight, you dare to bewitch the people, come and put this old man in the prison!" As soon as the words fell, eight guards rushed out from all directions and arrested the desperate old Zhao Tou.

Tao Zi took a sip of tea and lowered his eyes.

It sounds more and more interesting, that prince actually has a cultivation of the first level of qi refining.

There was a chill in the tea shop for a while, and the person who claimed to be the prince glanced around coldly before leaving with the guards. And the rest of the people also scattered as birds and beasts.

Seeing that it was still early, Tao Zi returned to the bustling street and strolled.

She stopped in front of a bookstore called "Wenguang Library", pretended to enter without notice, and was blocked by the guy in the store: "The guest officer is polite, please show your reading token." ”

Tao Zi's face flashed with a flush, scratched his head and said, "I went out in a hurry today, but I didn't bring it with me, I bothered it, and I will come back tomorrow." ”

The guy nodded, and Tao Zi left in a hurry.

Tokens are needed to read and buy books, and it is not difficult to understand that people cannot read. Everywhere she went just now, she had already swept through the books in the library.

Most of the books here are manuscripts, and the characters are not much different from the Chenhua world, only a little different from the font used in the Chenhua world. The content of the book is also mostly a collection of graceful poems of spring flowers and autumn moons and official books that sing praises of virtue, but there is not even a book of landscape geography.

Tao Zi turned his head and was about to find an inn to stay in, but before he could find the inn, he saw the original pedestrians on the street boiling: "Burn the evil book, burn the evil book, it was presided over by Master Zhiming, everyone go and see it!"