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

Not much for the captain, not much for the centurion.

The corps commander is just the leader of the patrol, and his rank is similar to that of Zheng Chaipao. Although the centurion is also not in the rank, he is in charge of the security of a city.

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

Store monthly routines, gang offerings, various fines...

All the black and white things add up, and the oil and water are rich. A hundred taels of silver is really nothing.

However, this coin represents the heart and attitude. People are willing to accept your love and intend to be friends for a long time.

"It's not a bad idea to have a good relationship with the local sheriff, so as to avoid being disturbed by thieves and thieves."

Li Ping'an had another plan in mind. If a burglar broke into his house in the future, he might be able to exchange money with Li San, which could be regarded as an alternative way of generating income.

Martial arts practice is a bottomless pit. Fellow martial artists travel thousands of miles to send money to your doorstep, and you cannot accept it.

Of course, you can ask for money, but you are not worthy of being an official!

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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.

It's March in the blink of an eye.

Li Ping'an has been practicing diligently in the four martial arts, and he can feel progress every day, even if it is only a little bit, it will accumulate over time and over time, and he will eventually achieve great success.

There are people in the world who are so talented that they can become martial arts masters in more than ten years.

Li Ping'an knew that his abilities were mediocre and his understanding was at the level of ordinary people. He was still late in practicing martial arts, and he had already made plans to practice for a dynasty.

"A pig has been practicing for thousands of years... Bah, bah, we are much smarter than pigs!"

This morning.

Li Ping'an came to Chongrenfang and went to Cui's bookstore with familiarity. He found that the couplets posted on the door had been changed.

Books and periodicals Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism...

Volumes of poems and songs...

I can't tell whether the couplet is well written, but I do know the signature on the left side of the second couplet, Su Mingyuan.

"Hey, the talented man wrote the inscription!"

Li Ping'an was amazed. Ancient people paid special attention to inheritance, and calligraphy was one of them.

In the future, Su Mingyuan's knowledge would go further, and he would write poems that would be remembered throughout the ages, or he would enter the official career, and this inscription would become the foundation of Cui's bookstore.

Push the door open and go in.

The layout of the bookstore has not changed much, except that more people come to borrow and read books, and the clerk is busy refilling water for the scholars.

Li Pingan came to the counter and greeted shopkeeper Cui.

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

"Master Chai is so diligent. Could it be that he plans to teach Lu to enter Taoism and become a good scholar?"

Shopkeeper Cui explained: "I don't mean to find out what Mr. Cha is thinking, but I want to teach him how to enter Taoism. Most of the classics tested are new works, and different Taoist temples also have different emphasis."

It is not that a lowly status cannot be upgraded to a good status. Being a Taoist priest or a monk is one of the ways.

Monks and Taoists belong to outsiders, and the court provides many preferential treatment, such as being exempted from corvee and tax burdens. For example, Taoist ultimatums and monk ultimatums can be used as road guides.

After receiving the Taoist certificate, a person with a low status is equivalent to becoming a monk and giving up his previous status. Then he goes to the Yamen to apply for a new yellow household registration book, and what he gets is a white status.

Most likely, he was born first and then entered the world, thus clearing his identity!

However, it is not easy to obtain a Taoist monk's certificate. The imperial court assigns certain quotas to various Taoist temples and temples every year, and you need to pass the Taoist and Buddhist examinations and compete to become a monk.

The Taoist teaching texts in different places are different, so Shopkeeper Cui said that it is necessary to read the books in a targeted manner.

Li Ping'an shook his head and said: "I don't have any plans for the time being, I'm just interested in the Taoist Scriptures."

"Then reading the ancient books of the sages does not mean that the present is inferior to the past, but that the ancient books of the sages are closer to the Tao. The interpretations of later generations will inevitably be mixed with personal information. After one translation, two translations and three translations, many new works have deviated from the original intention."

Shopkeeper Cui mentioned the titles of several volumes and asked the clerk to fetch them.

"Master Cha and Mr. Su are familiar with each other. We will give you a 20% discount on future books, totaling thirty-two taels."

"Thank you, shopkeeper. We can also imbibe Mr. Su's literary spirit."

After Li Ping'an finished speaking, he suddenly heard sneers.

"A third-rate poet who can only flatter others, a scholar who can't even pass the provincial examination, has the nerve to talk about literary talent!"

The person who spoke was a thin scholar, who looked to be in his twenties. His long gown had turned white from washing, and there were a few stitching marks on the corners.

"Brother Wang, don't use such words."

The middle-aged scholar next to him persuaded: "You and I are familiar with Brother Su. We have read his articles and I had high praise for him before. I will definitely be able to go to high school this year."

"Of course high school!"

The young scholar mocked: "I heard that there was a banquet held in the East Palace, and I specially invited Su Mingyuan to write poems. With the prince as my backer, wouldn't it be easy to go to high school?"

"Maybe I can win the first prize and the first prize in a row, and become the first person in the north in the past twenty years!"

"Ahem, cough, cough, be careful what you say!"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly interrupted, fearing that his companion's remarks would be unprotected and he would be implicated as well.

His Majesty is now seventy-two years old. Even if he was successful in martial arts in his youth, he has almost reached his age and it will not be long before the prince can succeed to the throne.

If this word gets out, the prince will be displeased, and he will never be able to pass the exam for the rest of his life.

The young scholar has a youthful spirit and is not afraid of Dong Gong at all: "I thought Su Mingyuan was a noble man before, but now I realize that he is just a flattering villain. I want to break up with him!"

"Let's go have a drink."

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

Li Ping'an originally heard it interesting and thought it was because he was afraid of the story about his brother driving a Land Rover. But after hearing about Dong Gong and the prince, he had other ideas in his mind.

Who in the capital doesn't know that Marquis Weiyuan is the Prince's Mount Tai and the future father-in-law of the country.

After Su Mingyuan became famous for his poetry, he did not join the noble family, but chose the camp of Weiyuan Hou, who had a deep hatred. UU read www. uukａnshu.net

"Maybe he's overthinking it. Maybe he has forgotten about Miss Su."

Li Ping'an read too much of the scholar's heart-breaking stories and did not comment on the scholar's integrity.

Perhaps people think that a mere seductress, a woman who is not even a good citizen, is not worth betraying or being infatuated with.

Leave the bookstore and go home with the newly bought books.

There are scholars all over Chongrenfang. I listened to them discussing poetry and articles on the street. In just a short moment, I heard Su Mingyuan's name three times.

The man who was originally said to be the most talented man in the north was somewhat confirmed after the prince's banquet.

The evaluation of poetry is inherently idealistic. As long as the gap is not too big, it is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior.

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

Have you received the prince's banquet?

"It feels good to be famous."

Li Ping'an thought to himself that if he read dozens of books for hundreds of years, he would be able to master Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and Mohism. When the time comes, he might be able to win the title of Poet Saint or Poet Immortal by quoting scriptures and copying a few poems from previous lives.

"It's better to forget about being a saint in front of others. Let's just stand in the long river of history and watch the ups and downs of those geniuses."

"Seeing their drama begin, watching their drama end."

"Perhaps when the world is invincible, we can write a collection of poems anonymously, and let people a hundred years from now find out whose masterpiece it is!"

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

At that time, Li Pingan made a high-profile announcement.

I am the author of these famous articles through the ages!

It's a pity that no one will believe it. Instead, the person who reveals the truth about the world will be regarded as a psychopath talking nonsense.