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Volume 1 Chapter 42 Manuscripts of various scholars

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    Chen Jiu said calmly: "Sir, the grassroots people heard that there were many martyrs who died in the military camp in Qingzhou, and their families are having a difficult time now. The grassroots people will do their part to help everyone tide over the difficulties.  These three thousand taels of gold are not for you, but for the families of those martyrs who died in the war."

    As soon as these words came out of the state capital, his expression softened: "It's rare that I have this heart, so I will accept this gold on behalf of everyone."

    Chen Jiu signaled the followers behind him to put the gold aside, and then said: "The common people have no request, they just hope to get a copy of the adult's handbook, and hope that they can continue to figure it out in the future to improve their knowledge."

    The Lord of the Prefecture was in a good mood: "You are so generous, what's the problem with just writing in handwriting?"

    After finishing speaking, Zhou Fu's old body slowly stood up straight, and then said with a wave: "Justice and justice."

    Chen Jiuru received the treasure: "Thank you so much, Mr. Prefecture, the common people will retire."

    After Chen Jiu put away the calligraphy treasure, he followed the two followers and walked out. The Lord's eyes looked at the direction Chen Jiu left, showing a thoughtful look.

    After returning home, Chen Jiu looked at this calligraphy in his bedroom and laughed loudly: "With this calligraphy, it is enough to scare all ghosts and gods."

    The Lord of the Prefecture has an official aura, so this calligraphy treasure is naturally extraordinary and has the effect of suppressing evil.

    "Shopkeeper, go and frame this calligraphy and painting and hang it in the hall for everyone to admire."

    "It's the owner." Hearing that this was the calligraphy treasure of Lord Zhou Fu, the old shopkeeper was careful and found someone to frame it.

    Chen Jiu looked at the restaurant decoration that was about to be completed and walked around with his hands behind his back: "Now I have to find a way to get some books and study them slowly by myself. Otherwise, how can I be admitted to Qingyang Academy when the time comes?"

    When it comes to being admitted to Qingyang Academy, Chen Jiu has another headache: "I don't understand these damn books at all, so why should I take the exam?"

    "Feiyan, do you know where I can buy books?" Chen Jiu said with a headache as he looked at the little guy having fun there.

    Feiyan patted her head with her little hand and said, "There is a bookstore in front, and there is an old scholar inside who spends all his time buying and copying books. If you want to buy books, you can go to him."

    Chen Jiu heard the words and walked out with the gold, facing the bustling crowd, and arrived at the bookstore Feiyan mentioned.

    "Sanwei Bookstore" Chen Jiunian thought.

    "Among them, I am the prophet of Sanwei, it is Sanwei Bookstore, a good name, a good name."

    After Chen Jiu finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from inside: "The name is good, and the books here are better. Master, why don't you come to buy books, and please come in and sit down, the prices in our store must be fair."

    When I bought a house, I saw a room full of books, and then there was a scholar shaking his head. The scholar was not very old, only about twenty-three or four years old.

    Chen Jiu looked at it with interest: "What book should I choose if I want to be admitted to Qingyang Academy?"

    After hearing what Chen Jiu said, the scholar put down the book, and then looked at Chen Jiu seriously: "It is not difficult to get into Qingyang Academy, but the difficult thing is to be assigned to a good bookstore."

    Chen Jiu saw that his clothes were turning white, obviously he had washed them too many times: "Please give me some advice."

    The scholar smiled and said: "I am a scholar from Qingyang Academy. You can just ask me. The first book I recommend is Zhuzi's Classics. It's just that the price is a bit expensive. I don't know if you are willing to spend it."  This money?"

    Chen Jiu threw the gold in his hand and said, "This is ten taels of gold. Please introduce it to me first."

    The scholar nodded and put the gold into his sleeve: "There are countless scriptures about these scriptures, but there are only six that are really useful in Qingyang Academy. You only need to read these six.  If you have a thorough understanding of the scriptures, there will definitely be no problem in getting admitted to Qingyang Academy and entering the first-class class."

    "Oh, I wonder how much these six volumes of Sutras are worth?"

    "Hahaha, these six scriptures are priceless."

    "It's priceless, does that mean I can't afford it?" Chen Jiudao.

    The scholar seemed to have realized that he had bragged too much. If he had bragged again, he would probably have blown away the guests: "Hey, this is just a metaphor. I personally copied these scriptures in the academy, and I am included in them.  Note, if you buy it and enter the first-class designation, there will be no problem."

    Chen Jiu didn't seem to hear this guy's bragging, but directly asked the core question: "How much does it cost?"

    The scholar glanced at Chen Jiu: "These six books are worth a thousand gold, no, no, I will sell them to you for a hundred gold."

    Chen Jiu showed a smile: "Am I that much like someone who has been taken advantage of?".

    Although the scholar didn¡¯t know that he was being taken advantage of,It's something, but I can almost understand the meaning: "Hey, you're cruel, the minimum is fifty gold, it can't be lower, and I won't sell it any lower."

    Books in this era are indeed one of the most valuable things. Nowadays, Confucianism and Taoism are popular all over the world, and a good article is worth a thousand dollars.

    Chen Jiu flipped through the book, and the annotations inside were indeed very detailed. Looking at the young man's slightly anxious eyes, Chen Jiu also felt that the price was about the same.

    "Okay, deal is done" Chen Jiu readily took out the gold, and both parties were settled.

    Seeing Chen Jiu holding the books and walking out, the scholar smiled and touched the gold: "Hey, remember to come to my place next time, I will give you a discount."

    Holding the book in his arms, Chen Jiu returned to his bedroom and opened his first book, "Quotations of Liezi". He flipped through the pages one by one and found many rare and essential sentences.

    "There are hundreds of schools of thought in this world, and I also had hundreds of schools of thought in my previous life. I just don't know if the scriptures of all schools of thought in my previous life can be universally accepted in this world."

    Thinking of this, Chen Jiu picked up his brush, spread out the rice paper, and said: "The Master said: It is not easy to learn and practice it, it is not easy to have friends from far away, and people don't know but don't say anything.  Not even a gentleman."

    After writing one stroke, the air flow above Qingzhou City surged, and the awe-inspiring righteousness was chaotic. It exploded in an instant, and spread all over the place like thunder: "The Master said: It is not the same to learn and practice."

    All the citizens in Qingzhou City seemed to feel that there was a saint preaching and preaching the words of the saint.

    Within a hundred miles of Qingzhou Prefecture, the demons, ghosts, snakes and gods quickly fled, and the Yinsi City God disappeared for them. When a saint arrived, the ghosts and gods avoided.

    Purple energy was slowly forming on the horizon. Unfortunately, because Chen Jiu stopped writing, all the visions disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the purple energy that gradually formed also dissipated in an instant.

    In Qingyang Academy, the scholar suddenly stood up: "Who is it? Who wants to break through the realm of saints? Why did it fail again? When will the sub-sage come to our Qingzhou mansion?"

    The city god of the prefecture looked at the mortal world with a gloomy expression: "All ghosts and gods quickly avoid it. There is a sub-sage coming, so don't disturb the saint."

    The judge looked ugly: "You are lucky, a sub-sage has come, otherwise I would have dragged you into reincarnation. Send an order to tell all the little devils to come back to me."

    In the restaurant, Chen Jiu looked at the manuscript full of awe-inspiring righteousness and couldn't help but be stunned: "Is this the manuscript of All Saints?" I didn't expect that I actually wrote the manuscript of All Saints. If I meet that old demon from Montenegro in the future,  , as long as you sacrifice the manuscript, it will turn the other party into ashes instantly."

    Chen Jiu couldn't figure out why he could write the manuscript of the saints. After thinking about it for a while, he understood: "I didn't write the manuscript of the saints, but the words of the saints were born for the first time in this world. Of course it was  The words of the saint are accompanied by the principles of heaven and earth, and the blessing of heaven and earth achieves the power of the saint."

    Chen Jiu wrote again: "Confucius said: It is not necessary to learn and practice from time to time,,".

    There is no vision, just like an ordinary piece of paper, without the awe-inspiring righteousness accompanying it: "Sure enough, only when the quotations of the philosophers appear for the first time will there be such a vision. Although each sentence can only be used once, but  There are so many saints in later generations, and each sentence appears in a saint's manuscript. Chen Jiu has made a lot of money."

    "It seems that I will need to find good writing paper in the future and bind it into a volume. I will make my own book of quotations from various scholars."

    Chen Jiu looked at the quotations of the philosophers that he had written for the first time, took out a fire excerpt, and burned it for a while before saying: "Sure enough, the manuscripts of the saints are naturally protected by the mighty power of heaven and earth, and are not afraid of water, fire, swords and guns. It seems that I will still be able to do it in the future."  You have to work harder."

    Chen Jiu carefully received the manuscript of the Masters in his arms as if he had found a treasure: "My brother's life will be guaranteed in the future."
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