After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

This shopkeeper just refused to cooperate.

"Speaking of talent, who doesn't know that you, Mr. Fang, are known as the Immortal Poet? That line, 'I was born with talent, and it will be useful; even if I spend a fortune, I will find it again,' has attracted countless scholars to admire you. Why would you need to befriend a storyteller?"

Shopkeeper Xu's words had hidden meaning, secretly reminding Zhong Ning.

Zhong Ning stood aside and listened.

I was born to be useful, even if I lose all my money, will it come back?

Wow, is this someone from the same hometown?

His surname is Fang, and people with the surname Fang are outstanding in poetry.

Could he be Fang Ping, the one who replaced Xu Yongzhang and became a disciple of Wu Jinshi?

What does he want from me?

Is he truly seeking to connect with old friends and fellow townspeople? Or is he attempting to eliminate his rivals?

After all, if everyone came from the future, they would naturally know that his poems all have different authors.

If there really are his fellow townsmen here, wouldn't his reputation as a plagiarist be exposed at any time?

He must be trying to get rid of himself.

Thinking of this, Zhong Ning lowered his head and hurried out the door.

She walked very fast and only after turning two streets did she ask passers-by where the car dealership was.

Then he rented a carriage and headed towards Puji Temple on the hill outside the city.

In order to avoid trouble, I can't go back to the previous courtyard. I believe the government will soon summon the landlord to confirm the tenant.

The inexplicably missing tenant and the inexplicably missing Prince Xiao, I wonder how the government will rule on this matter.

But no matter what, Zhong Ning didn't want to get involved in this mess again.

I used to think that I was an outsider after all, and to integrate into this era, it would take at least half a year to a year to learn and adapt.

Therefore, the matter of going to Shengjing to find relatives for the original body had to be put on hold.

But now, after more than a month of study, she has recognized all the basic characters, and she also absorbed and copied Xiao Yu's civil and military skills last night.

She now has basically mastered all the etiquette and knowledge of this era.

Not only that, Xiao Yu is proficient in music theory, and he likes guqin and flute. Thanks to him, Zhong Ning has also learned them now.

It even reached the point where he could compose the music just by humming a tune.

It can be said that she is now a native of Dayong. Even if a new time traveler stands in front of her, he will not doubt her identity.

But she can't leave now.

Firstly, the script of "Legend of the White Snake" signed with the bookstore owner has not been completed yet. Even in the spirit of the contract, it cannot be discontinued and the entire text cannot be left unfinished.

Secondly, the martial arts that she copied from Xiao Yu still required time to absorb and practice, so that her body could get used to and adapt to this martial arts style.

If we cannot absorb and apply it, it would be like having a treasure but not knowing how to use it, which is really a waste.

In addition, the city must be in a state of panic during this period, so Puji Temple on the hill outside the city is a good place for her.

The carriage was shaking, and Zhong Ning's stomach was churning.

Thinking that I would have to sit in this broken car for another four hours, I suddenly felt like I had no desire to live. It was only four hours. If I wanted to go to Shengjing in the future, wouldn’t it take ten days or half a month?

Oh my God!

Zhong Ning collapsed in the carriage, wanting to cry but having no tears!

How nice would it be if she had a helicopter?

....

Over at the bookstore.

Fang Ping pestered Manager Xu for another quarter of an hour. Seeing that Manager Xu was very tight-lipped and refused to reveal a single word, he became very anxious.

His eyes were red, and he didn't care about his elegant demeanor as a scholar. He put his arm around Shopkeeper Xu's shoulders and walked into the inner hall. All the people who were buying books and writing materials in the bookstore widened their eyes when they saw this scene.

In broad daylight, they dragged people into the inner hall.

Could it be that Mr. Fang actually likes this tune?

Eh….

Shopkeeper Xu was also pulled into the inner hall, looking bewildered. After they reached the inner hall, he pushed Fang Ping aside, clutching his chest, and took a step back. "What are you going to do? If you take another step forward, I'll scream!"

Fang Ping: ………

Fang Ping helplessly spread his hands, "We're all men, what can I do?"

Who knows?

Shopkeeper Xu looked doubtful. What if you prefer Long Yang?

What if you happen to like this one?

Oh!

He got it.

Why do you want to know the news about Hongchenke?

In fact, these were all excuses for him to deliberately get close to me!

Shopkeeper Xu's eyes were filled with fear, and he took another step back. "I'm telling you, I'm already married, and there's no way I can be with you. Just give up on this idea!"

"I really didn't!" Fang Ping's face flushed with anger as he quickly explained, "The reason I'm looking for Hongchenke is because he might be my blood relative!"

WTF?

Shopkeeper Xu looked bewildered.

"Shopkeeper, you don't know. Back then, there was a great flood in our hometown, and all my family members were blown away by the floodwaters. My brothers and sisters were scattered all over the world, and I don't know where they are. I only managed to survive with great difficulty."

Fang Ping spoke sincerely and seriously, "It's been so many years, I've long forgotten what my brothers and sisters looked like. I only remember the stories and legends our mother used to tell us when we were little, and they were all about The Legend of the White Snake."

"Now that I've seen this book published again, I have a feeling it was written by one of my brothers and sisters."

Fang Ping's eyes welled up with tears. "If I can't be reunited with my brothers and sisters in this lifetime, I will never be able to rest in peace even in my grave!"

Shopkeeper Xu was shocked.

So this is the truth!

Is that Red Dust Man actually Mr. Fang’s brother?

If that's the case, then the girl just now is Mr. Fang's sister, right?

Shopkeeper Xu sighed and said regretfully, "What a pity! Just one step away!"

What do you mean?

Fang Ping wiped his tears and looked up at Shopkeeper Xu.

"If you want to see him, you'll probably have to wait ten days. We agreed to submit the manuscript within ten days, so even if it's later, it won't be later than fifteen days!" Shopkeeper Xu explained, "Today is the deadline!"

Fang Ping: …

Doesn’t that mean?

Fang Ping stared blankly. Shopkeeper Xu nodded slightly. "That was the girl from the front hall just now. She came here to submit a manuscript on behalf of her brother, and she just happened to pass by you!"

Boom!

Fang Ping took three steps back and retreated directly onto the mahogany chair.

She knew she was looking for someone!

She also saw her own appearance clearly.

She also heard the saying, "I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, it will come back."

She also knew her last name was Fang.

My reputation has become so great recently that you can find out with just a little inquiry.

in this case……

Fang Ping felt uneasy.

Originally, when he saw the publication of "The Legend of White Snake", he was sure that there were his fellow villagers in this era.

We are all descendants of the dragon, descendants of Yan and Huang. Living in the same world, we should take care of each other and travel together. But now, he is a little unsure.

If the other party knew his identity, would they spread his reputation as a plagiarist?

Or maybe, make a book of Tang poetry and Song lyrics so that you will have no one to rely on from then on?