The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou and the other three couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

The school supervisor waited for a while, and seeing them giggling non-stop, he could not help but knock them, "Although writing a storybook is also an achievement, you are still young, so you should still focus on your studies. Only when the roots are deep can the leaves flourish. Don't lose sight of the main point for the sake of temporary fame. Of course, writing a story to relax after studying is also a pleasure... How much have you written in the second volume?"

"Ahem, I don't need to read it. I just want to help you correct the typos to save time."

Zheng Huan and the others put away their thoughts and respectfully said that they had taken note of the school supervisor's instructions. However, the manuscript had already been reserved by Pei Shanzhang, Tao County Magistrate, He Shiye and the teachers in charge. After they finished reading it, they promised to arrange the next one for the school supervisor.

The school supervisor angrily asked the coachman to stop, picked up the book and drove the few people off.

Ming Youyou and the other three then noticed that they had arrived at the foot of the mountain and their carriage was not far ahead.

Several people jumped out of the car with laughter and happily bowed to the school supervisor and said goodbye.

The school supervisor stretched out his legs comfortably, smiled at their receding backs.

These kids are so bold that they actually planned to get on the car of him, the school supervisor who is in charge of punishment. Over the years, including today, his car has only carried students twice.

Thinking of that boy who had dared to laugh at him, the school supervisor's eyes darkened and he sighed with regret.

Zheng Huan and the others waved goodbye and watched the supervisor leave. They looked at each other excitedly. Lu Tai said, "Did you pay attention? The supervisor used a book to beat us."

Feng Xu nodded vigorously. Even he noticed that which teacher would not just pick up the book and hit someone? Who would be like the school supervisor, who would have to flatten the cover and slowly move it around in front of their eyes before hitting them on the head?

Ming Youyou had the best eyesight, and he boasted, "The book is called "Records of Attack and Defense of Various Nations", and I also saw a sentence: Attacking a city is inferior, attacking the heart is superior; a gentleman should make plans before taking action, but the situation changes rapidly, so you don't have to be very thorough, and you should leave room for changes..."

Feng Xu exclaimed, "Your memory is amazing."

"That's right," Ming Youyou raised her little head proudly. For the first time, she felt that it was good to endorse the system. "Do you think the supervisor is hinting that we should learn it?"

"I think so too," Zheng Huan nodded. "These principles are not only applicable to fighting, but also to business. Let's go look for them in the library when we get back."

They felt warm in their hearts. The teachers in the academy were much more open-minded than those old scholars in the capital.

If the storytelling incident happened in the capital, the teachers would probably tear their manuscripts into pieces, scold them for not doing their job properly, wasting their hard work, and even sue their parents.

Teachers like President Pei not only lent books to the four people to look up information, but also guided them on how to arrange their writing and polish their wording. Most importantly, the teachers did not despise students' interests and hobbies, and as long as it did not interfere with their studies, they still hoped that everyone could develop in many aspects.

Master Guan once said, "I hope that the imperial examination is your goal, but not your obsession. If you try your best but fail, you might as well try another path."

Zheng Huan and his colleagues felt that if a teacher in the Imperial College dared to say such things, he would probably be kicked out by the chief priest the next day.

He also said, "Once you have chosen a path, you must keep going. Don't be afraid of difficulties. As long as you keep going and move forward firmly, after a while, this path will belong to you, and the scenery along the way will be your reward."

These words had a profound impact on the students, especially young men like Zheng Huan and the other two who did not aim to take the imperial examinations.

Feng Xu at least has a dream of becoming a general, although he doesn't know if he will have the chance to realize it; because of Lu Tai's poor health, his family's goal for him is to be a rich and idle man and live a good life; as for Zheng Huan, it seems that no one has any expectations of him, and all he can think of is to inherit his family's hereditary title like his father, and then be a playboy who is not too bad.

Therefore, the three of them skipped school in the past, not only because they were rebellious and naughty, but also because they were confused. They didn't know what the use of all the articles they had memorized and the contemporary essays they had written would be if they didn't take part in the imperial examinations.

But the teachers at Bailu Academy were different. They didn’t actually say much, but each of them provided an example for the students.

Master Cen told them how to learn thinking methods from books, so that they could gradually understand how to think from doing things intuitively; Master Guan taught them how to express their feelings in a cultured way by citing extensive references when traveling thousands of miles; and Master Ji let them know that even if they were so old that they had no teeth and could not speak with a lisp, they could still be a very popular old man because they had a lot of stories from ancient and modern times.

Therefore, studying and learning are the stepping stone to the imperial examinations, and can also make them better people...

Several people decided that for the next book, not only would they ask Mr. Pei to write a preface, but they would also ask several other gentlemen to write one as well. This way, when their book gets out in the world, the gentlemen would also become famous, and perhaps even be remembered for generations to come.

They had a good idea and the gentlemen generously agreed. But one month later, when the story reached the capital, Minister Lu sent a letter.

Lu Tai said with a sad face: "Grandfather praised our new storybook very much. He not only wrote an article to promote it, but also asked the Minister of Justice to write one. Grandfather said that our story is related to solving cases. If we have the support of the Minister, maybe the Ministry of Justice will be able to purchase a large number of them in the future, so that everyone in the government can have a copy."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Feng Xu asked puzzledly, "Then why are you worried?"

"But the ministers of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works knew about this, and they wanted to get involved. They complained to my grandfather why he didn't come to them, and they took the initiative to send me articles. Look, each one is longer than the other."

Feng Xu said depressedly: "It's over. I still have a letter from Uncle Wang, the commander of the Imperial Guards."

Zheng Huan and Lu Tai were both surprised, "Commander Wang can actually write?"

"He didn't write it. The old prince's tutor asked him to help send it."

As soon as the story was published, the name of Sanjing Sanren became popular again. I heard that even His Majesty was reading it this time, so naturally the elders wanted to join in the fun.

"We can't offend any of these big guys, but we have to put them all in the second volume," Lu Tai shook the thick manuscript paper and wailed, "I'm afraid our book is the first book in history that has more prefaces than main text."

Ming Youyou waved her hand and said, "Don't bother me. At most, we can write a few more books and put them up for them in turn."

The three people on the opposite side were very surprised, "Didn't you say that the story of Bao Gong has been told?"