Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

Young Master Wang held Li Qing's hand affectionately and began to introduce the library to him.

The library in Luoyang was built not long ago, and it had only been open for ten days. Even he, the eldest son of a prominent family, knew very little about it, and could only say a few things about it.

However, even the common parlance, when spoken by Young Master Wang with his erudition, had a unique charm. Even Li Linzhi, who was standing next to him, perked up her ears, and the others nearby turned around curiously, wanting to see what kind of gossip about the library they could dig out from Young Master Wang's mouth.

Young Master Wang spoke with endless praise for the library! He was even more effusive in his words about the person who built it. In his view, without a clever mind, a love of books, and a benevolent heart, it would be absolutely impossible to do such a great thing for the benefit of scholars everywhere!

The people who had gathered around nodded in agreement.

However, for some reason, Li Qing felt that there was a hint of helplessness in Young Master Wang's words.

Feeling helpless about the library?

Li Qing shook his head, too lazy to think about the reason.

Those around him, seeing that the young master Wang, unlike other noblemen, was not arrogant, frequently asked questions, which satisfied the curiosity of many.

However, when asked about the owner of the library, Young Master Wang remained tight-lipped.

He had secretly investigated before and only knew that the owner's surname was Li and that he lived in Tanzhou.

Imagine, even a centuries-old clan like theirs could only muster so many books! And the fact that the master's surname is Li makes him think twice!

The library is surrounded by trees, and the main building sits by the water. A gentle breeze blows through, refreshing the senses.

As they talked, surrounded by others, they entered the pavilion.

The pavilion doors were wide open, and in the center of the room was a large screen with a painting of bamboo in ink, next to which was a poem:

Clinging to the green hills and never letting go

Ligen was originally in the broken rock.

A thousand blows cannot break its resilience

Let the wind blow from any direction!

The following three characters were used to name Zheng Banqiao.

"Zheng Banqiao? My God—could this guy have also traveled through time?" Li Qing cursed inwardly.

"Looks like I'd better be careful! Luckily, my brother is a low-key person and didn't cause any trouble..." If they plagiarized Lao Zheng's poem, that would be quite a spectacle.

"What does Li Lang think of this poem?" Young Master Wang, not wanting to be left out, chimed in again.

He assumed Li Qing was simply appreciating the poem. He recalled how, when he first saw it, he was utterly astonished! Without such a spirit and character, how could one write such a poem with such integrity?!

"So wet!" Li Qing replied somewhat awkwardly.

"It is indeed a fine poem, but I regret that I cannot see it!" sighed the eldest son of the Wang family.

"It would be even better if I could take it home," Li Qing thought to himself.

He was speechless at the occasional flirtatious, talent-obsessed, and homoerotic Wang Gongzi.

Even "tall, rich, and handsome" guys have it tough!

"Brother Li, you and your wife should 'register' yourselves first! I won't keep you company."

"register?!"

Could it be that the person who transmigrated wasn't Zheng Banqiao, but a real 'fellow villager'? I wonder if they were born in the 70s, 80s, or 90s.

However, it seems that he is much more ethical than other time-traveling fellows. Although he also stole other people's work, at least he did not deprive them of their right to be credited.

Li Qing glanced at the notice next to him, which was mostly a simple statement of rights and responsibilities, then skipped over it and walked to a small table next to him.

The thin, scholarly young man sat on a small table, carefully reading the book, occasionally nodding his head and swaying, completely oblivious to the passing crowds.

"Hey buddy, is this where you register?"

The young man looked up at the two of them, his eyes lingering on Li Linzhi for a moment before he looked away. He pointed to a small stack of cardstock and writing materials at one end of the long table, then ignored them, holding the long scroll and continuing to drift off into his own world.

Li Qing opened the inkstone, and a fragrance of ink wafted out. The ink inside had already been ground. He then picked up the neat, fine-bristled brush beside him and began to write, including the girl next to him.

He knew perfectly well that the girl's calligraphy was truly something else!

"It's done!"

The frail young man looked over and saw a neat stroke of small regular script leaping onto the paper.

He gave Li Qing a strange look, then pointed to a burly man not far away and said, "Go over there and get your pass. From now on, you can come to read every day from dawn to sunset! Tea will be provided, and if you're worried about going hungry, just prepare some pastries and food."

The burly man rummaged through a box next to him and pulled out two bronze plaques, handing them over.

The back of the bronze plaque bears eight characters: "It takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to cultivate a person."

"What a joke!"

Li Qing fully understood that person's perverse sense of humor.

He turned the sign around.

"Huh?" This pattern seems familiar.

Li Qing reached into his robes and pulled out a black jade plaque. Its shape and pattern were similar to the bronze plaque. However, the back of the plaque did not have the eight mocking characters. Instead, it had a landscape painting with a large "Li" character floating on it.

"what?"

The burly man with an honest-looking face also leaned over, looking at the black jade token in Li Qing's hand, his face filled with doubt and astonishment!

"Young man, um—sir, may I take a look at this plaque of yours?" The burly man asked with a respectful expression.

"Hmm." Li Qing was also looking for someone to answer her question.

The usually honest-looking man's face was devoid of smiles, revealing a serious and composed demeanor unlike his usual self, yet he respectfully held up the black jade tablet with both hands.

The jade pendant is warm to the touch, with a subtle luster that seems to absorb everything around it.

The burly man carefully examined the jade token, hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "If you wish to read in the pavilion, please take this token up. If you need anything, just tell me. You may use whatever you need in the pavilion!" With that, he respectfully handed over the jade token.

Li Qing curiously weighed the jade pendant in his hand, which made the burly man next to him twitch at the corner of his eye.

Seeing that the big man seemed to be keeping quiet about something, he didn't bother to ask any further questions.

Now that you know you're a time traveler, isn't it just asking for trouble to dwell on your past identity?

Under the convulsing gaze of the big man, Li Qing, holding the jade token in his hand, led the girl through a screen and into another space.

The space contained several bookshelves, crammed with all sorts of books, their text so dense it made the two of them dizzy...

"Humph!"

The two turned around and saw a man glaring at them angrily. He was the same man who had given Li Linzhi a small setback at the door earlier.

"If you can't read, why bother flipping through books?" The man's eyes blazed with barely suppressed anger, but a hint of regret flashed across his face as he looked at the somewhat disheveled books in the hands of the two men.

"Uh—hehe, let's go now..." Li Qing looked at the somewhat messy book in his hand, laughed awkwardly, pulled the girl who was about to explode, and walked towards the stairwell.

If someone else starts a fight, even if you can't win, you should still curse their family in your heart.

But Li Qing still respected people who truly loved books to the core! Besides, they were only commenting on the matter, not the person, right?

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The first chapter is a bit cheesy and crude—