After broadcasting the ancient times live, I handed the system over to the state.

Zhu Qinggu did not disappoint them. She took out several Chinese textbooks from different grades, opened the discounted page, and saw that the few strokes on that page, like ink painting, immediately outlined mountains, rivers, white cranes, and clouds and mist in the mountains.

The book is neatly printed with Wen Tingyun's "Early Morning Journey to Shangshan"—

At dawn, the traveler's bell tolls, and he grieves for his lost homeland.

……

Thinking of my dream of Duling, I see ducks and geese filling the winding pond.

The annotations and the general meaning of the poem below were written neatly in smaller font.

The soft, clear paper, adorned with exquisite illustrations, annotations, and punctuation marks, immediately caught the eye of many people under the sky.

The fonts above are all the same, which makes them look a bit less elegant, but they are very neat and bright at a glance.

If they had textbooks like these when they were learning to read and write, would they have been afraid of them being difficult to understand?

In the Qin Dynasty, a dynasty without paper, or in the Han Dynasty, a dynasty that had paper but was not yet able to use it effectively as a writing medium, scholars longed to look at modern textbooks.

Cai Yong sighed, “Although I have a collection of millions of books, they are actually only tens of thousands of volumes. How many words can be recorded in a single volume of a book on bamboo slips? This piece of paper is just a small page, yet it contains more words than a single volume of my bamboo slips!”

Cai Yan looked at the sky with longing in her eyes. "Father, look at those symbols that separate sentences. If we had these things, it would be easier for people to understand."

Cao Cao was also a poet. The rhythm of his poem "Early Morning Journey to Shangshan" is different from that of modern poems. It is not grand, but it has a graceful and refreshing feel. However, what Cao Cao wanted most was naturally these soft papers. With these papers...

He narrowed his eyes, knowing that the paper represented a change in the situation, but the appearance of the sky curtain was already part of the change, and there were probably many more changes to come!

"Such a small book, yet so exquisite, complete with illustrations and annotations! If future generations of scholars study it like this, what will they not understand?" Li Shimin laughed.

"Yay, I want a textbook like that too!" Li Tai stared longingly at the textbook on the screen.

Li Chengqian gently patted his head, "It's good that Qingque loves to study, but we don't have books like this yet, but we definitely will in the future."

"It would be great to be able to talk to Miss Zhu and ask her to exchange books with us," Li Tai said. "There must be many interesting things to eat and do in later generations."

Then came Wen Tingyun's "Looking South of the Yangtze River" and "Bodhisattva's Charm," with a background depicting a down-on-his-luck person gradually walking away.

Many scholars criticize his lyrics for being superficial, lacking depth, and frivolous, but others say they are elegant, graceful, and profound in their depiction of scenery.

But some people admire him as the founder of a certain school of thought. You may not like it, but why don't you try making one yourself?

Wen Yanbo's colleagues all congratulated him on having a descendant who would be famous for all time. However, when Wen Yanbo saw the words about fallen officials on the sky and saw that the two poems were accompanied by the back of a disheveled and lonely person, he already guessed what would happen next.

It seems that his descendants will not have a good life in the future either. However, the era they live in is too far away, and Wen Yanbo cannot help them much. He can only go back and give his son a lot of advice, and have his son tell his grandson that the Wen family must not exhaust the resources of the family.

If he could communicate with the heavens, he would like to give some words of encouragement to the descendants of the Wen family in the future.

"This is a good thing, but it's not necessarily a good thing."

His colleagues comforted him, saying, "You got what you wanted; who knows if you'll enjoy it?"

"That's a bit too heavy-hearted." Zhu Qinggu quickly put the textbooks down again. Many people were asking her to look through them a few more times. They wanted to see what textbooks from later generations were like, and maybe even some of their own or someone they knew had written something great.

"Wen Tingyun also had the title of 'savior of many people,' which was because he was a master of cheating on exams. It is said that during one exam, even though he was under close surveillance, he still helped eight people cheat."

[Wow, a god-tier marksman! But this guy helped so many people, yet he couldn't even pass the imperial examination when it came to his own.]

[How did he do that? Was he an octopus? Or did he have three heads and six arms like Nezha?]

[Ahem, actually I still want to hear his story with Yu Xuanji.]

[Is it possible that it wasn't because he failed the imperial examination? Because in the Tang Dynasty, the examinations considered not only literary talent but also appearance. Wen Tingyun was ugly and arrogant, offending the prime minister. How could he possibly pass the exam?]

[His story with Yu Xuanji seems to be a fabrication by later generations...]

Even when Tianmu accused him of helping eight people cheat at the same time, right under the examiner's nose, Wen Tingyun remained calm and fearless, even laughing heartily, "Who else but me can 'save several people'?"

The people around him looked at him with a mixture of admiration and curiosity, but Wen Tingyun didn't care about their gazes. Even when the comments on the screen suddenly turned into teasing him and Yu Xuanji, he remained fearless, standing tall and laughing loudly.

Li Bai, Du Fu, and Gao Shi were strolling in a garden when they saw Wen Tingyun's story and felt a sense of déjà vu.

Wen Tingyun's poems are indeed graceful and beautiful, but the three of them were all open-minded and easygoing people. After appreciating them for a while, they kept nodding in agreement.

"Wen Tingyun's poems and lyrics have a unique charm," Li Bai said with a smile.

“Who can disagree? Its lingering charm can be described as the most beautiful flower among poems,” Du Fu replied.

"This poem is quite interesting. I'm itching to write one myself." Gao Shi wrote a poem following the rhyme scheme of the poem above. However, judging from his tragic and magnificent poetic style, this poem also inevitably expresses his feelings directly.

"Interesting, I'll join too."

They had a great time there.

Because of the mysterious effect of the canopy, even illiterate farmers could see the words on it. Now, after looking at it a few more times, they have even learned a few words. Although they don't understand the meaning of the sentences when they are put together, they can still explain them to others.

The children were also drawing and writing on the ground, asking, "Daddy, what is the sound of a rooster?"

"It must be a rooster crowing," the farmer said, repeating a phrase.

The child also giggled a few times, then wrote those words crookedly on the ground, and then looked longingly at the sky.

Books on the canopy, tea on the canopy, snacks on the canopy—everything about them was something they longed for.

Now, when farmers in the fields take a sip of water and rest, they habitually look at the sky above and see what Miss Zhu is saying.