Chapter 1: A yellow pillow and a small show of sharpness (this chapter is free)

The spring breeze in March blew past the apricot blossoms beside the yellow walls of the Buddhist temple. The apricot blossoms circling and flying, falling softly on the young man in white clothes and shirts under the apricot blossom tree.

The corner of the robe of the teenager was dancing with the spring breeze, and the flying momentum was suppressed by the Peke tied to the tail on his waist.

The iron Peike swung gently, occasionally hitting the nearby rocks and making a slight sound, which corresponded to the copper bell hanging on the eaves of the Buddhist temple, and was crisp and jingling.

Sixteen-year-old Tang Song unconsciously reached out to catch a fallen flower.

A handsome young man in white clothes and under the apricot tree.

This scene in the back garden of Lumen Temple in spring in March has endless charm and can be directly painted.

But the young man Tang Song in the painting looked confused.

He was an orphan who grew up in the welfare dean in later generations. With his extraordinary diligence, he was admitted to a well-known university. After studying for undergraduate and master's degree, he stayed at the Institute of Ancient Books. After four years of staying at the school, he finally died of overwork and died in the intensive care unit of the hospital. In addition to the doctors and nurses who sent him before his death, there were only two staff assigned by the school.

Am I dead? As soon as my doubts arose, memories of my death came one after another.

Recalling the scenes before death, a complete memory without independent spiritual consciousness rushed into my mind like a tide.

The amount of information about this complete memory suddenly came too much. Tang Song was shocked and inevitably looked a little restless when he was absorbed strongly.

Unexpectedly, a person who had died in the 21st century actually traveled to 692 AD. It was the first year of longevity in historical books. Just two years ago, the former dragon queen Wu Zhao, who was well-known to later generations, officially abolished his son Ruizong and ascended the throne and became emperor himself, and was called "Sacred Emperor" and changed the country's name to "Zhou".

This is the famous "Zhou Wu Revolution" in history. It is now in the transition period when the heroine is in the dynasty and the Tang Dynasty is from the beginning of Zhenguan to the extreme of Kaiyuan.

At the same time, this is another period when women occupy an absolutely strong position in the history of Chinese dynasty.

Needless to say, the Holy Emperor Wu Zetian, besides her, Princess Taiping, Empress Wei, Shangguan Wan'er, and even Princess Anle...

In this regard, they are all women among women, but their methods and ambitions are more manly than men.

And he reborn in such an era when women were unprecedentedly strong through this Tangren's body. Coincidentally, the names of the two were actually different and homophones, one was Tang Song and the other was Tang Song.

Faced with such things that cannot be explained scientifically, Tang Song, who had completely integrated the body of the Tang people after completing the memory fusion, was still a little awakened.

Separating this back garden from the outside Buddhist temple is a hollow "Minggezi" flower wall. At this time, many pilgrims or tourists were looking into the courtyard curiously. Among them, the crowded in front is a group of servants wearing two short pieces of clothes. Needless to say, they are all close followers of these scholars in the courtyard.

And the one who was most enthusiastic and forward among these servants was Tang Song's personal servant Zhuang Haishan.

He squeezed too hard, and the servant beside him was anxious.

"Salary! I said, why are you working so hard? This is the master of the Ming Dynasty who was inspecting all the scholars in person. If it weren't for my young master's help, how could your young master enter this garden with his stupid spirit that would not be transformed for thousands of years? He would have been a waste of money to attend this party. Are you still pointing at him to make a fortune in front of the master of the Ming Dynasty?"

As soon as the servant finished speaking, another servant on the right side of Zhuang Haishan immediately took over the conversation with a smile, "This brother from Mr. Zhang's family said it well. Who among the scholars in the city of Xiangzhou knows the name of Master Dae of the fourth house of the Tang family? If I ask me to say that he is more than just dai, he is actually a fool!"

Seeing that many people heard it, the servant was even more excited, "Just like this stupid person is not at home and is still well-raised, but he also went to Lumenshan Middle School to build a house to study, and the spiritual energy of this place is not damaged! With such a master, what's the use of you just squeezed in Zhuanghaishan? Could it be that the fool can make a fortune? Even the gods and Buddhas in the sky have blessed him and they really hit him. How many rewards can you get when you run back? This fool's family is stupid. The poor family must be unable to even eat food. Can you still have a fortune to reward you?"

"You are from the second wife of the Tang family, you are very good at saying this and have eyesight!" The servant in the Zhang family in front laughed even more when he saw someone helping him. "It's not just that you can't eat! Even if you are from the Tang family, you can't know what the third wife of the Tang family is thinking. The Tang Daizi family seems to be unable to live in a house..."

If I had heard someone say this in the past, Tang Song would have to be a big blow, but at this moment he not only did not save himself, but even the two servants didn't really hear what they said, and all his attention and thoughts were placed on the young master on the other side of the flower wall of Minggezi.

The words of these two servants aroused the curiosity of the pilgrims behind them. Someone patted the Zhang servant on the shoulder and said, "I'll ask, who is Tang Daizi?"

The servant of the Zhang family was talking, and he was not afraid of being cut off. He turned around with impatient expression, but saw the person who was asking about it wearing a Taoist robe, white hair and beard, and extraordinary temperament. He suppressed his discomfort and said, "It's that guy." As he spoke, he reached out to point his hand from the gap between the Ming Dizi wall and pointed at Tang Song.

The old Taoist looked Tang Song carefully, shook his head slightly and said, "He is actually a fool? What a pity that this good face!"

Zhuang Haishan was stunned again when he saw Tang Song in the garden being held by the Ming Mansion, and his body was filled with coldness. The young master had been in a vain since he was a child, and he had been studying hard for many years, especially since he built a house in Lumen Mountain, he had been in the middle of the night, and he had been exhausted from his mind. If the doctor said last year, he would have had the disease of leaving the soul.

This disease cannot be seen outside. It is just a damage to the spirit and energy. When it first occurs, it cannot concentrate. Then it is a trance all day long and lost. This is how the young master's reputation of being stupid is coming from.

Over the past year, his soul-leaving disease has become worse and worse, and it is clearly the light of exhausted souls. Now this moment is an example of the exhaustion of oil and lamps. Otherwise, with the young master's temperament, if he could grit his teeth and persevere, he would not have performed like this in an occasion where the county magistrate personally presided over.

It's over, it's completely over.

Zhuang Haishan is not the only one who is paying close attention to Tang Song inside and outside the Buddhist garden. Although Tang Xu, who was sitting in the northwest corner of the garden, was facing Lord Mingfu with a smile on his face, he was always paying attention to Tang Song from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that he was also in a state of dismay on such an important occasion, he suddenly felt a burst of joy surged into his heart.

He is the second child of the third wife of the Tang family. He has an older brother in his family. It is hard to say that his own courtyard is inherited by the eldest son. Speaking of which, his home is not small. Even after the old man goes to Xianyu, his elder brother will not worry about not having his residence when he becomes a family. Unfortunately, he doesn't want to live with the eldest son at all. He has long been determined to buy another courtyard while the old man is still there and will be a good place to live in the future. His father and son always love this young son and want to establish a family business for him. The father and son coincide with each other, and in the end he fell in love with the unique courtyard of the fourth wife next door.

The fourth house has a small population. Apart from an old Cangtou and an errand runner, there are only two serious people in the house. Needless to say, the old nerd of the fourth uncle, Tang Song, who inherited the family business, is also a fool. What's even more gratifying is that the only seedling incense in the fourth house is actually suffering from the incurable soul-departing disease. And from the bribed doctor, he clearly knew that he had reached the threshold of the dry and dry lamp.

"My Lord Mingfu is in front of you, who dares to be confused in this garden? It seems that this fool is indeed the silence in the wind, and it is time to get out of oil and dry lamps. Humph, if you are in such a situation, don't go back quickly, and you are still here to hold on. This is your way to die, and you must not blame me for being cruel."

After Tang Xu made up his mind, he quietly waited for the opportunity. After a while, the Lord of Mingfu had finished speaking to the scholars in Manyuan. According to the usual rules, it was time for the scholars to speak and explain them according to Xu Mingfu's words.

Among the scholars in the garden, the Zhang family, the most outstanding family in Xiangzhou, was naturally the most outstanding. At this time, there were children of the Zhang family here, so of course they should respect him as the first to speak out. This has been the practice for many years, so the scholars never spoke quietly waiting for the Zhang family’s son.

Just as Zhang Qiyu coughed lightly and was about to speak, he saw Tang Xu, who had a different thought, straightened up from his seat and smiled and said, "Brother Song, I think you must be so moved by the good words of the Lord Mingfu that you are so conscious that you are wandering around without knowing it. At this moment, all the wise men have arrived. Why don't you share what you have gained with us? In this way, the meaning of the Lord Mingfu convening this meeting is to be discussed."

As soon as Tang Xu's sudden move came out, the gazes of scholars in the garden immediately focused on Tang Song. In ancient times, county governments did not avoid the people when they were promoted to court for trials, not to mention that the actions of the scholars attracted the lively pilgrims and tourists outside the garden to look at Tang Song.

At this time, Tang Song was really at the attention of everyone.

"Damn it, Tang Xu, your family will not die well." Seeing this scene, Ming Gezi's flower wall cursed at the entrance of Zhuang Haishan, outside the flower wall, while thrusting his feet in the crowd and running towards the hidden gate.

He was really afraid that the young master would break like the tight bowstring, but he felt in his heart that the young master would not be able to pass this level.

At this moment, he only hoped that the gods and Buddhas in the sky could save the young master's life. As for being able to be outstanding in the literary fair, Zhuang Haishan himself did not believe it, and he dared not think about it.

The two servants of the Tang and Zhang families looked gloating, and even the old man in Taoist robe who turned around and wanted to leave stopped and turned around.

"I actually occupied this person's body, but I can't come. He is already cerebral palsy at this moment." Tang Song was thinking about this, and suddenly there were many gazes on his body, which immediately woke him up from his indescribable state.

At this time, he had completely integrated Tang Song's memory, but in a second thought, he had already figured out the environment in front of him and the current situation. It was just that because his mind was not here just now, he naturally didn't hear clearly what Tang Xu said, why everyone looked at him.

In a moment of thought, his exploratory gaze naturally looked at Zhang Qiyu, because in his integrated memory, this person was the one who had always had the best attitude towards Tang Song among everyone in the garden.

Everyone looked at Tang Song, but Tang Song looked at Zhang Qiyu with confusion. The people watching the fun outside the flower wall did not understand the reason, but since these scholars in the garden were studying in Lumen Mountain with Tang Song, they naturally knew it after long-term interactions.

"It seems that his idiocy has happened again." As soon as he thought of this, the more kind scholars couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. After that, he glanced at the gloomy face of the Lord Mingfu, he smiled quietly in his heart. After laughing, he went to look at Tang Xu and said to himself, "This is a cousin of the same clan, so cruel!" Then Tang Xu turned his eyes to Zhang Qiyu.

Tang Xu also knew that the robbery just now would inevitably make Zhang Qiyu feel grudged, just to put more pressure on Tang Song to make him more exhausted, and he didn't care about this much.

Seeing Tang Song's puzzled eyes turn to him, Zhang Qiyu glanced at Tang Xu lightly and stood up to salute the magistrate Xu County, "My Lord of Mingfu taught us all the arts to be the best, and studying is the most important thing to do with diligence, which is a good word."

Zhangmen in Xiangzhou was prominent for a while, and even the magistrate Xu could not help but give face. Since Zhang Qiyu stood up, magistrate Xu had to bear it a little, but his eyes stared Tang Song even more tightly. He wanted to see what this scholar was like.

With Zhang Qiyu's reminder, Tang Song understood everything. It was just like in a meeting in later generations. After the leader finished speaking, the person who spoke below had to explain the leader's speech again. The meaning was still the same, but he had to be able to speak out new tricks to get the first prize.

The theme of the speech of Xu County Magistrate today is "Learn to read, you must study hard." The "Mingfu" mentioned by the crowd is actually the nickname of the county magistrate. The head of a county is in charge of both civil affairs and academic affairs. He preached this to the scholars.

Looking at the thousands of years of history in China, although scholars have been endless from generation to generation, which dynasty scholars can compare with future students in exams? High school entrance examination, monthly examination, midterm examination, final examination, college entrance examination, recruitment examination, professional title examination... In terms of the rich experience in exams, Tang Song, a time traveler, is ridiculous and proud of the world.

He took out the argumentative essay conception routines trained by the devil training method before the college entrance examination in later generations, and then collected the required argument materials, and finally put the speech habits of the people in Tang Song's memory. Tang Song, an expert in exams, almost instinctively completed all this. Shi Shiran stood up, and bowed to the magistrate of Xu County under the gale of most of the scholars in the courtyard, following the gloating look of Zhang Qiyu, and then spoke: "The proverb says: 'It is better to defend one art than to gain one art every day'. It is said that people who learn art can be entrusted for life. The world is complicated, and the greatest is to study to become a talented person. If you are successful, you can help the world, respect the king and the people, and be famous for the past. You can also keep your own life alone, teach your disciples in secret, and also be famous for the past. It is true that the saying goes: 'Everything is inferior, but reading is high'. However, the priority of reading is to be diligent..."

For Tang Song, oral composition for such topics is no big deal. In later generations, anyone who has taken the college entrance examination and has not failed to fail in Chinese. But his performance really shocked Zhuang Haishan and the scholars in the garden.

Zhuang Haishan knows best. His young master was not smart since he was a child, but he was influenced by his master and was too deeply focused on making a way to shine in the imperial examination. People are not smart enough and they are inevitably obsessed with the devil and are very worried about gains and losses. In the past, not to mention such a large gathering that the county magistrate personally attended, it was a small discussion between three or five scholars. Once he said he wanted to set the questions for school studies, the young master was destined not to sleep well a few days before the school examination. He was afraid that the sentence was wrong and not good. Often after several days of hardship, he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak well when he was a party.

Over time, when he was in such an occasion, he only listened to others and did not say a word. Anyone who had a little more interaction with him, such as the scholars in this garden, could be said to be known to everyone and everyone.

Now the young master not only said it, but also spoke clearly and spoke so smoothly. Although Zhuang Haishan could not tell whether the young master was right or not, he was always smart. When he saw the faces of the scholars in the garden, the young master clearly stated it very well. This earth-shaking change really made him who had just squeezed to the door of the garden.

God, what's wrong?

You know, the reason why he rushed here so anxiously just now was that he had made sure that the young master would not be able to speak. In the end, the soul-leaving disease would inevitably occur in anger, and at the least he would have to faint on the spot. He was preparing to clean up the mess and leave the young master.

Who knew that this would be the case... Zhuang Haishan, who was sweating, stopped walking, rubbed his eyes hard, then looked at Tang Song. It's right, this is his young master!

But... this change is too big... it's like two people...

When Zhuang Haishan was shocked, he suddenly heard a series of singing and praise behind him: "What a 'everything is inferior, but only reading is high'. This little husband speaks clearly."

Although there was no storytelling in the late Tang Dynasty, "simple lectures" had already been opened in large temples. Monks climbed the altar to preach Buddhist scriptures when there were many spouse tourists on the 15th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th

These pilgrims and tourists have listened to common sayings on a daily basis, and applauding in critical aspects has become a habit. At this moment, when Tang Song saw that "everything is inferior, but only reading is high", the words were concise and reasonable, and he couldn't help but cheer.

This cheer made Zhuang Haishan more and more confused. The scholars in the garden all put away the jokes on their faces and straightened their backs.

This is the one who speaks... still... Tang Daizi?

As the initiator, Tang Xu was on the desk with his hands, his body was already unconsciously straight, and his eyes were full of disbelief. Tang Song said jokingly, his spirit was full of energy and spirit was gone, and there was no more energy. There was still a little bit of what the doctor said was like to be exhausted?

As these people became more and more puzzled, Tang Song's speech was coming to an end and he concluded:

Therefore, rich families do not need to buy good land, and there are thousands of bells of millet in the book.

There is no need to build a high hall to live in peace, and there is a golden house in the book.

Don’t hate the unscrupulous matchmaker when getting married, there is a girl named Wei Ruyu in the book.

Don’t regret that no one follows you when you go out, there are more cars and horses in the books.

A man wants to fulfill his life's ambition, and read the Five Classics to the window frequently."

This poem "Politics of Advocacy" written by Emperor Zhenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty can be said to reveal the utilitarian nature of reading. There is no better way to persuade people to read than this. This poem has been spread throughout the world since its publication, and has been passed down from hundreds of years since then. It is still well known to everyone until Tang Song traveled through time. The great lethality of this poem can be seen from the circulating situation alone.

The magistrate Xu, who hosted the party today, was also a poor scholar in Lingnan. He borrowed money from the money he went to Beijing to take the exams, and I don’t know how many people were looking at him. After that, he went to Chang'an to take the Mingjing exams in one go, Qujiang gave him a banquet, and Yanta left his name. Although he did not have the honor of the Jinshi exam, the pleasure of being depressed for many years and being proud is hard to describe in words. From then on, from the officials who were from the ninth rank to the first county of Xiangzhou, which is now the seventh rank, there is no shortage of wealth and power. From the root of the source, the changes in his life that have been in the ups and downs of his life were all caused by studying for the imperial examination.

With such a life experience, County Magistrate Xu was very emotional when he heard this "Poem of Encouraging Learning". He felt that every word was confirmed in him and spoke it to his heart. There was no more real reason than this in life except loyalty to the emperor and filial piety. So, as soon as Tang Song finished speaking, he had reached out and slapped the table and praised: "Every word is pointed directly at the heart of the people. All parents in the world should listen well, and say well!"
Chapter completed!