Books, books on paper, books with black ink written all over them.

The book cover is blue, sewn with needlework and thread, and made of good coarse mulberry paper. The black handwriting seems to be quite new, and a closer sniff reveals the smell of fresh ink.

"Great Grace and Great Virtue Become Immortals", a book that records many stories. There are many stories, but the content of the stories is very similar.

At the beginning of the mortal identity, the protagonist is full of good qualities such as loyalty, bravery, wisdom and faith, and has experienced a lot of hardships, and finally succeeded in being favored by the immortals and accepted as a disciple of the story.

The protagonist is either clothed, or a royal family, or a general's family, but in the end, he will always worship in the fairy gate. Such a story is coincidentally like it was made up.

Stories are always stories, and this kind of mentally handicapped story can only deceive those uninformed turtles. Anyway, He Shang wouldn't believe it, unless he had cabbage soup in his head.

Others read this kind of book in order to imagine and imagine the scene of worshipping in the fairy gate. And He Shang reads this kind of book purely for the sake of literacy.

That's right, literacy.

"What is this. ”

The finger has a small piece of nail that is scratched on the page, resting under two unrecognizable black brush characters.

(This is the bird's, that is, the swallow and the sparrow.) ）

“...... What is this. ”

(Hou, the prince of the general.) ）

The story of the book flipped, and He Shang read the story here, looking for words he didn't know.

He Shang went to school. Before his parents died, he went to school. After his parents died, his sister taught him to read.

Therefore, although He Shang is not blind, he also has dyslexia.

The people of cloth also have dreams, and they once fantasized that they would be admitted to the top prize and live a rich and prosperous life.

But fantasy is just fantasy, he doesn't even recognize the basic words, otherwise where would He Shang fall to the point of learning words from the demon pupil?

The plan of the day begins in the morning. He Shang had also studied before, so he naturally knew what this meant.

In the early morning, a young man with an ordinary face sat at the door of the inn, looking at the book in his hand with relish.

He was waiting for someone, and the time hadn't come yet, so he read a book to pass the time, and by the way, he could recognize all the words.

(This is the rich, the rich of the rich, the rich of the rich.) ）

The demon pupil's mind is very hard now, and to be honest, it doesn't want to teach He Shang to read.

It's too much of a waste of time, and just eating a reading show can solve it.

There is no way to do it, and there is no secret way to swallow people and gain benefits. But compared to this kind of evil art, Mo Jue still agrees with the local method of reading and reading honestly.

Devouring people gains memories and is easy to lose themselves.

Mo definitely didn't want to take a risk for such a trivial matter as literacy, so he simply obediently acted as He Shang's literacy teacher.

replied to He Shang with a word he didn't know, and finally saw that the person He Shang was waiting for hadn't come yet, so he simply wanted to find something interesting.

(You...... Do you really want to go on that bullock cart? Why just buy a horse yourself? Why do you want to ride that crowded bullock cart? I think you should have more than 150 taels of silver on you!)

"It's expensive, and I don't want to buy it. ”

Well, this reason leaves Sue speechless. It finally remembered that this guy was a low-level civilian, the kind of person who could save money on weekdays.

The early morning time didn't make He Shang wait too long, and the person he was waiting for finally came.

This person was an old man, and he was also the driver of the ox carts that He Shang was going to ride. The old man initially signaled for 260 wen, but He Shang cut it to 200 wen.

The old man left with a slightly aggrieved look, He Shang turned around and entered the inn and ordered a breakfast of fifteen cents.

After breakfast, He Shang continued to pick up the book and restart his literacy career. In the process of recognizing words, He Shang heard a bell ringing.

After packing up, He Shang crossed the door and went out, and saw a team of ox carts carrying personnel and materials.

The bell is a large brass bell that is old, stained with patina and all kinds of black and brown filth. The object hangs from the bottom of the cow's head, jingling.

He Shang took a fancy to this team, and did not procrastinate, but went up directly to throw a few strings of copper coins of two hundred wen to the old man who led the team, and found an ox cart carrying hay and a few companions to drill on.

There is little space in the car, and fortunately, there are few people on board. He Shang counted, and he was only six people, so the space was a spare evaluation.

Reluctant to speak, He Shang is a foreigner, and there is nothing to talk about with these strangers.

I don't know the place well, and it's a different dialect. He Shang was not a talker, so he obediently went to a corner and sat down, listening to the conversation of those people.

The other people in the car were obviously from this area, and their accents were very similar, and they might still be acquaintances with each other.

He Shang didn't interject, hid in the corner and took out "Great Grace and Great Virtue to Become an Immortal" to continue to read.

The voices outside could be understood, but given that it was also a distance away from Liucheng. As a native of Liucheng, He Shang could only roughly hear the meaning of their conversation.

It can't be helped, that's what dialects are like.

The chat is the short of the family, there is a cow in the village over there, and a daughter-in-law is married in the alley over there...... All sorts of useless information.

He Shang was not interested in listening to it, but fortunately focused his attention on the book in his hand.

However, the three words of Jinsha Town successfully attracted his attention. Jinsha Town, the destination where He Shang is going, the place where the token in his arms is informed.

Silently closing the book, He Shang looked up at the black and thin old man not far away, and it seemed that he had just mentioned the three words "Jinsha Town".

Plan first and then act, this is He Shang's habit.

The situation in Jinsha Town, He Shang is still black. Nowadays, it seems that someone has taken the initiative to send information, and there is no reason not to listen to it.

The name of Jinsha Town not only attracted He Shang's attention, but also successfully attracted the attention of other people in the car.

The name of the town is resounding today, and there are various versions of it circulating in the area today. What immortals recruit disciples, what immortals recruit subordinates, what turtle prophecies, there are all kinds of types.

All eyes looked at the old man who spoke, and this moment suddenly made the old man feel very faced. I saw him raise his head, his ass moved a few times, and the hay under those butts rustled.

A smug rooster, a talking old man who really looks like a rooster like this now.

He glanced at everyone proudly, then deliberately cleared his throat and said, "This time, many heroes are gathered! I have a friend's second brother-in-law's neighbor who works as a handyman in the mountains. I heard that the immortals are going to prepare for a big move this time......"

The source was unreliable, but He Shang listened carefully. His fingers rubbed the book in his hand, and his expression was thoughtful.

Until the old man Taotao's words were all spoken, He Shang still had a thoughtful look on his face.

Heroes gathered......