I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

"What? How dare you!"

In the deep courtyard, inside the ancient and heavy study.

An elderly man, upon hearing the report from his attendant, shouted, "He's trying to dig up the roots of our nobility! The glory of the scholar-officials will be gone forever! Damn it, damn it!"

Another old man's voice rang out, "What does Zhao Zheng want to do? A thirty-year-old kid dares to touch the foundation of my cultural heritage. How despicable!"

"What should we do, ancestor? This time it's not just about pens, ink, paper, and inkstones. Once books are released, everyone in the world can read. Then our books will no longer be precious or dignified!"

Everyone in the room looked anxious, wishing they could rush to the court hall and question Ying Zheng immediately.

In the middle of the room, an old man with wrinkled skin and white hair sat upright. He waved his hand to interrupt the argument of several people and gave orders in a deep voice.

"Inform the other families and ask them to join forces and not donate any books. I'll see how many shallow books that Zhao's kid can collect. He'll only make a fool of himself."

"Yes." The attendant took the order and withdrew, and hurriedly arranged for postmen to deliver the message to various counties.

The expressions of everyone in the room relaxed slightly, and they began to discuss the next course of action in a low voice.

Under the eaves, birds chirped, then suddenly spread their wings and flew away.

On the platform, the county magistrate had calmed down his excitement and continued reading.

The second part of the monthly report records the recent news from various parts of Daqin, including good news such as the enemy's surprise attack was repelled at the border, a new food was discovered in Bashu County, and the drought in Sanchuan County was alleviated.

Everyone who heard this felt that the Qin Dynasty was thriving and becoming more and more prosperous.

The third part is more interesting. It is written in vernacular Chinese and tells from the perspective of an old farmer how he raises pigs according to the methods taught by the court, and how he discovered the fodder that piglets like. The audience laughed and secretly wrote down the precautions about fodder, cleaning, etc. mentioned by the old farmer.

The articles in "Bo Wen Lun Tai" were quite profound, and only a few teachers and students enjoyed listening to them.

The Legalists and Confucians each presented their own essence, and the Huang-Lao school of thought was integrated into their thinking, giving the scholars below a sense of enlightenment.

After reading these chapters, the audience thought it was over and were about to go home when they saw the county magistrate on the stage flip through the monthly report, cough lightly, and continue preaching with an extremely serious expression.

"Ahem, now it's time to relax. Everything below is fictional, so don't take it seriously."

The county magistrate unfolded the monthly report, his ears turned red and his face began to look embarrassed.

It was a dark and windy night. Inside the thatched cottage at the entrance of the village, the newlywed Dazhuang was tugging at his bride's clothes. "Cao'er, it's late. Let's go to bed quickly."

The bride refused to comply. As the two sides struggled, a dog suddenly barked outside, and the door to the thatched cottage was kicked open, revealing a group of blue-eyed, yellow-haired, white-skinned, burly men rushing in...

The redness on the county magistrate's face gradually faded, replaced by a nervous expression. The crowd below the stage also fell silent one after another, listening attentively to the recitation on the stage.

"Was Da Zhuang rescued? Where was Xiao Cao taken? To find out what happened next, please listen to the next chapter."

The audience, who were listening attentively, became anxious upon hearing this and shouted:

"What do you mean it's gone?"

"Mr. County Magistrate, what else did you say next? Tell me quickly."

"Is there really such a big man with blue face, yellow hair and white skin, County Magistrate?"

The county magistrate hurriedly reassured the people, "Don't worry, everyone. It's written in the monthly report. This article will be serialized there, and there will be a follow-up in the next monthly report."

"I still have to wait for him for ten days. How can I wait so impatiently? I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Can you please release the monthly report sooner? We're so anxiously waiting!"

The county magistrate looked at the people who were talking, stopped responding, and continued to read the last piece with a wooden face.

"The Daqin Workshop is recruiting craftsmen. Anyone with skills is welcome to apply. Food and lodging are provided, and the monthly salary is eight strings of cash. Those who wish to apply should hurry and register at the local government offices."

"Daqin Workshop, high quality products at low prices, a workshop owned by the Daqin people."

"Daqin Workshop is having a grand opening sale. All items are half price for the first seven days. Hurry and buy now while stocks last."

The county magistrate quickly finished reading the article, covered his face with his sleeves, and walked quickly down the platform, leaving the county lieutenant and others alone to face the enthusiastic inquiries of the people below the platform.

"Any kind of craft is acceptable? I know carpentry."

"Opening for seven days with half price. When will it open? Will we have a branch here?"

The county lieutenant looked at the crowd that had gathered around him and stretched out his hand to the county magistrate who was walking away. "Come back soon, come back, we can't bear it!"

In the spacious courtyard of Jimo County, a little boy walked anxiously past the waterwheel of the winding stream in the courtyard and walked quickly towards the study in the courtyard.

"Master, a letter from Xianyang."

The old man with white hair and youthful face took the jade tablet from the child and carefully examined the lines on it. "Cai Yan, this boy wants us to go to Xianyang."

Several handsome men dressed as students with humble voices took the jade slips one by one and examined them carefully.

"Uncle Master, what does this mean? He's doing well as the Minister of the Imperial Household in Xianyang, so why does he want us to go there? He even says he's asking for help? Is there something he doesn't understand?"

Another young man in blue was equally puzzled. "Since the passing of our founder, the Mohist School has been falling apart. My Mobian faction has retreated to Jimo. The Chu and Qin Mo sects have no contact with each other. The knights-errant are traveling far and wide, and the Gongshu family is secretly competing with me. What's the deep meaning of sending us to Xianyang now?"

"No, no!" Another old man in black clothes and flowery hair interrupted hurriedly, "My Mohist school emphasizes non-aggression and frugality in all things. This is completely contrary to the King of Qin. How can we surrender?"

At this time, a teenager walked into the room quickly, holding a piece of copperware. "Master, senior brother, look, this is the copperware I'm researching for quickly rubbing books."

The giant took the bronze vessel from the young man and praised him repeatedly, "Not bad, Mo Zhi has improved again."

Mo Zhi lowered his head and smiled, not caring what others said, he picked up the bamboo slips on the table and continued to study.

The giant fumbled with the bronze in his hand, and thought deeply about the changes in Daqin in the past few months.

"A few months ago, the imperial court launched a series of projects, including pens, inkstones, the Great Qin Academy, bookshops, workshops, and finally the library. All of these projects revealed Ying Zheng's ambition for reform."

"A while ago, he summoned hundreds of schools of thought, and now he wants to share books with the people. Cai Yan must have known that a great change was about to happen, and that it would benefit our Mohist school, so he urged us to go quickly."

"Should we go then?" the old man with gray hair asked anxiously.

The giant put down the bronze vessel in his hand, looked up at the crowd, and said, "Go!"

"Yes, disciple will pack his luggage right away."

After the disciples left the study, the master looked at Mo Zhi, who was still studying the bamboo slips, and asked in a low voice, "Zhi'er, do you think this is the right thing for me to do?"

Mo Zhi did not answer. His thoughts were immersed in the bamboo slips and he turned a deaf ear to what was happening in the outside world.

The giant walked forward and stroked the top of Mo Zhi's head with his hand, "Zhi'er, go back to your room and watch it again."

Mo Zhi finally came back to his senses and bowed and retreated.