Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Zhang the matchmaker felt her head buzzing; she had originally thought this was an old maid who hadn't married yet.

Zhang, the matchmaker who lived in the county town, had been a matchmaker for young men and women in their twenties before, but she never expected that the girl would have an eighteen-year-old boy.

Just look at her appearance and figure, she looks like she's in her early twenties.

But she was just a matchmaker, only responsible for conveying the message. Whether the young master Huang was willing or not was his own business.

Chixing also planned to ask Liu Guihua again that night, not that he wouldn't let her get married again.

In the previous two worlds, thirty-four years old was the prime of one's career, the age when one is in their prime and should indeed be considered their older sister.

However, Liu Guihua has experienced too much over the years, and Chixing can no longer make decisions for her; it's better for her to decide for herself.

Akahoshi changed into a slightly more presentable outfit and went out.

First, I went to the Yizhen Pavilion bookstore, took two tattered poetry collections, and then went out, heading towards the North City Academy.

Inside a teahouse in the north of the city, several young men dressed in scholar's robes were drinking tea and listening to storytelling.

Just then, someone walked by, and several pages of a book suddenly fell onto Zhao Chen's table.

All of them were book lovers, and seeing that the paper was about to be soaked with tea, they quickly picked it up.

Just as I was about to turn around and look for the owner of the book, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the words on it.

The paper was yellowed, but the writing on it was neat and tidy. The handwriting was unique to Zhao Chen, and the strokes were smooth and flowing. It was impossible to tell which master it was; it was more like the work of a reclusive sage.

He was so engrossed in reading that he began to read aloud the text:

"A golden goblet of fine wine costs ten thousand coins, a jade platter of delicacies is worth ten thousand more."...

As he read the poem aloud, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. "This poem is wonderful!"

"What a apt description of 'the road is hard to travel'!"

Zhao Chen and his classmates all had bright eyes and quickly stood up to look for the person who had dropped the book.

This is clearly an ancient book; the paper must have been so old that it fell off.

Zhao Chen felt it was a pity; such a good poem should have been written on the best paper.

“Brother Zhao, the man I just saw seems to be over there,” said the scholar opposite Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen followed his gaze and saw a burly man dressed in ordinary clothes. The man had a scar on his face and looked more like a country bumpkin than a scholar.

The group of men were all aware of their own limitations; the five of them combined couldn't defeat this man.

Zhao Chen asked, "Are you sure?"

The scholar hesitated, but the other scholar exclaimed with delight, "Look, his bundle is full of old books!"

Zhao Chen also noticed that the pages of those books were yellowed, similar to the ones he had.

Although he was the heir apparent of the King of Chu, after arriving here, his father forbade him to receive any special treatment and treated him like an ordinary scholar. If he were to be beaten here, his father might not necessarily help him.

But in order to see if there were any other poems, he pretended to be calm and walked towards the burly man.

"I am a student of Yong'an Academy. May I ask if this is something that you dropped, young master?" Zhao Chen said, showing the paper to Chi Xing.

Akahoshi glanced at the book without changing his expression, then hurriedly opened the book in his bundle.

"This, this should be... sigh, my books are all tattered and worn out." He frowned as if he had encountered a tremendous problem.

Hearing that the other person's voice was deep and didn't seem like an unreasonable person, Zhao Chen sat down opposite Chi Xing. The other scholars also came over and returned the books and papers in their hands to Chi Xing.

"Has this brother encountered some difficulties?" Zhao Chen asked.

Akahoshi stared blankly at the ancient book before him, his entire being radiating sorrow.

“Alas, my ancestors once had the good fortune to save several talented scholars. Before they left, they gave these collections of poems as a token of their gratitude. However, due to the chaos at the time, my ancestors dared not take them out, so they have been passed down through generations.”

As he spoke, Chi Xing shook his head as if he were extremely ashamed: "I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, but when it came to my family, there has never been a scholar in our family."

"I thought it would be such a pity if these poetry collections were destroyed. I came here this time to find some poor students in the academy to help me make copies of them. I don't know if it will be possible."

The scholars found the story amazing.

Zhao Chen slapped his thigh and said, "That's easy. We are just students from poor families. If we can help you, I can ask for no pay."

Lin Chuan, who was standing next to him, immediately chimed in, "Yes, if it's a lot, just provide a meal."

Akahoshi's eyes lit up: "Really? But I still have quite a few. It would be great if you were really willing to help me."

Zhao Chen couldn't help but say, "Then could we also make a copy to take back and study? Look, these poems are over a thousand years old. It would be such a waste if they were kept hidden away forever."

The others echoed this sentiment.

Chixing had no choice but to reluctantly agree, and led the five of them south of the city.

“My home is in the south of the city. I just moved here recently. A few days ago, I acquired a bookstore, but that place is too far from here. You probably haven’t been there.”

Zhao Chen didn't mind at all. The south side of the city was usually a place where people bought and sold things for their sons and daughters. They had never been there before.

When I got there, I realized that there were actually many food stalls, but they were mostly filled with young men and women, and even more government officials.

They arrived at Yizhen Pavilion and went inside.

It's quite spacious inside. Besides the rows of bookshelves in the middle, there are long tables and chairs placed near the window.

"Is this your bookstore?"

They were all surprised; this was far better than the library in the academy.

The library only allows you to borrow books; there are no spaces for you to read or write.

Akahoshi nodded: "I was thinking that the books here could be lent to impoverished students at a lower price."

Zhao Chen understood what it meant. Books were very expensive at this time, and it was not easy to borrow books from other places except for the academy's library.

If you're only going to read a book once, this is the perfect place to read it; you don't need to buy the book or go through the trouble of copying it.

He bowed to Chi Xing and said, "Brother Chi, you are very righteous. On behalf of the students from humble backgrounds, I would like to express my gratitude."

Chi Xing stepped forward and helped the person up, saying helplessly, "It's not that simple. As you can see, our place is remote, and students don't come here."

"What's so difficult about that? We'll go back and tell them."

True scholars wouldn't mind taking this path; Zhao Chen understood those impoverished students all too well.

As they spoke, Chi Xing led them to the collections of poems by famous figures, starting with Li Bai's poems, which attracted Zhao Chen the most.

The poem "The Road to Shu is Hard" that we just heard was written by Li Bai.

They took the books with both hands with utmost respect, as if afraid of tearing these ancient texts.

Chixing brought out pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, and had them copy the poems.