At the beginning, Qin Shi Huang traveled to my home

"Mr. Bao, you will definitely be able to write a great book," Li Wu also said, and several people also talked about wanting to write books.

Many ancestors in front of the sky also had this idea, because they found that ordinary people like them would generally not be remembered by anyone, and would even disappear directly between heaven and earth after death, as if they had never existed.

They don't want to be forgotten. They also want to leave their names in the long river of history, even if it's just a name. They don't want to be forgotten and want to prove that they once existed in this world.

There are several ways to leave your name behind. The first is to become a high-ranking official. No matter if you are a traitor or a loyal official, as long as you are a high-ranking official, many people will know about you. However, this path is not so easy.

Another thing is to get to know someone who is very famous in later generations, and that person must be from the same dynasty as you. If they are not from the same dynasty, how can you get to know him?

But this is a good way, because they also know many people who became famous in later generations from the immortals.

If I could become friends with them and ask them to write a poem or two, hehe, then I would leave my name there.

Refer to Zhang Huaimin and Wang Lun.

However, this road is not so easy to walk, because many people have this idea, and some people cannot win when competing with so many people.

Also, write a book, preserve it well, and pass it down to future generations, so that someone will definitely know about them.

There is also rebellion, and the leader of the rebellion will definitely be named, but this path is not recommended either.

Ahhh, it's so difficult to leave a name for eternity. Our ancestors' heads would have exploded.

Why are they ordinary people? Why can't they leave their names in history? They also want to leave their names in history, really?

However, Li Wu had no idea about the various dilemmas of the ancestors, and even if he knew, there was nothing he could do.

After the three of them finished chatting, Li Wu was stunned. Don’t they all want to write a book?

Yes, they are all big guys. If they write about their own experiences, it will definitely be helpful to those who come after them. For those who know nothing, it will be useless for them to write about it.

Fortunately, Li Wu did not say this, otherwise it would have hit many ancestors again.

After the three of them finished talking, Li Wu continued, "Then I will continue to talk about your deeds, Master Song.

I just mentioned this book “Xi Yuan Ji Lu” which is really amazing.

Since its publication over the past hundreds of years, "Xi Yuan Ji Lu" has become an essential reference book for criminal justice officials in all dynasties of China. Many forensic works in later generations are also based on this book.

During the Qing Dynasty, "Xi Yuan Ji Lu" was introduced to the West and translated into the languages ​​of many countries, which had a profound impact on the development of forensic medicine in countries around the world.

In short, this book is very, very powerful and can be used as a reference for many people," said Li Wu.

Di Renjie and Bao Zheng both looked at Song Ci with envy. This was amazing, really amazing, to have so many prison officials take it as a reference.

It seems that writing a book is urgent.

Many of the ancestors in front of the sky were also very excited. They also wanted to write books, regardless of whether they could pass them down or not. What if? Right?

"Since you took office, Master Song, you have attached great importance to school education and vigorously promoted traditional culture. You once published "Explanation of Ancient Essays" in the Guangzhou Academy.

However, only about two months after taking office, Lord Song, you contracted terminal illness, that is, diseases in all of your limbs.

Even so, Lord Song, you still insisted on presiding over the "Releasing Vegetables Ceremony" every day despite your illness.

Eventually, he fell ill due to excessive fatigue and died in 1250 AD at the age of 64.

Sir Song, you are not feeling well and you should have a good rest. Why are you still working while you are sick? No matter how important this work is, is it more important than your health?

Let me find some medicine. My limbs are all diseased. I am afraid it will hurt so much that it is uncomfortable to move," Li Wu shook her head. She couldn't even imagine that she would be unsteady every time she took a step.

Even so, Lord Song actually presided over the "Vegetable Release Ceremony" in person. He was already very ill, and now that he was well, he was even more exhausted and could not get up. He died directly.

Song Ci blushed so much that he couldn't help but blush. He didn't know what would happen in the future, but he had to preside over it.

The ancestors in front of the sky curtain are also discussing this matter. Many officials will work while sick. There are many such cases, and it is inevitable.

But now that the immortal has said it, as emperors, they naturally have to care about the officials under them.

There will definitely be holidays, and imperial doctors will be sent to express their condolences, which will move the officials to tears.

"Here, Lord Song, please take it. Even though it cannot extend your lifespan, it will definitely have no problem curing some diseases," Li Wu bought the pill.

"Little, little immortal, actually, I, I can't use it," Song Ci stuttered. How could this be possible? How could he need the elixir from the little immortal? Moreover, he lived to be 64 years old, which was actually considered a long life.

"Sir Song, if you don't want it, I, I need it," Di Renjie looked at Song Ci eagerly, as if he wanted to snatch it away.

Bao Zheng also said, "I also covet the immortal's elixir. If Lord Song really doesn't want it, why not give it to me?"

"Alas, how can I give it to you? It was obviously me who wanted it first. Di Renjie and Bao Zheng were talking back and forth, and it seemed like they were about to have a quarrel.

"Master Song, please keep it quickly. We are still waiting for you to write 'Xiyuan Jilu'," Li Wu put the pill in Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci held the pill tightly and stood up, "Thank you, little immortal."

Seeing this situation, Di Renjie and Bao Zheng looked at each other and said nothing.

"Master Song, you don't have to be so polite. Sit down, sit down, sit down." Li Wu looked at Song Ci and sat down in jail. "Master Song, your deeds have been described here.

In recognition of your political achievements and talents, Emperor Lizong of Song Dynasty bestowed upon you the title of Chaoyi Dafu, and praised you as a 'minister who shares the worries of China and foreign countries', and inscribed the word 'Ci' on the tombstone: 'Hui Fu'. This is the tomb of Lord Song.'

Song Ci's eyes were red. The emperor actually noticed a small official like him. Compared with Di Gong and Bao Gong, his official position was indeed much lower.

Moreover, most of them are serving as officials outside the capital and rarely see the government. He didn't expect that the government knew about such a person as him.

"Lord Song, what's wrong with you?" Li Wu saw that Song Ci's eyes were red and had no idea what was wrong with him. Could it be that Song Ci was so moved by the elixir he gave him that he was about to cry?

Actually, that’s not the case.

"Little Immortal, I'm fine, but I'm filled with emotion. I never thought that a small person like me could be recognized by the little immortal and given the elixir of life," Song Ci said, feeling warm in his heart.

"Why do you say that, Lord Song? Lord Song is not a small figure. If you, Lord Song, are a small figure, then wouldn't I be a real small figure? Others can't even remember me," Li Wu said with a smile, making everyone laugh.