Lin Ke returned to his small courtyard and then thought about today's itinerary.
On the first day he came here, the first thing he did was to complete the second choice of the mission.
Of course, he continued his previous style and included all choices.
The first choice was that he obtained the qualification to become a disciple of Li Chungang, and he could become a disciple within at least three days.
The second choice is to get to know and become a disciple of Wang Lin. I don’t know how credible Wang Lin’s statement of “the most talented woman in the world” is, but the paintings in the small black room are lifelike and vivid on the paper.
The third choice was to meet the shopkeeper of Tongfu and get a regular job, at least two steamed buns every night.
And you can also go to "Listen to Music Goulan" from time to time to steal some lessons.
The three choices corresponded exactly to his competition three months later.
The poetry of literature, the coordination of martial arts, and the painting of miscellaneous things.
Speaking of which, literary and martial arts were the two things he was most confident about.
With such a brilliant civilization standing behind him in his previous life, if he loses, it will simply be an embarrassment to the time-travelers and copycats.
As for miscellaneous painting, he is not particularly confident. After all, he has not painted many things. He has done the most basic sketches, but it is definitely not comparable to the level of ink painting in this world.
However, he came up with the question. I hope there will be a way for the car to reach the mountain by then.
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The next morning, Lin Ke opened his eyes, got up, washed, and then started running on the street, running back and forth several times on the deserted street.
After the warm-up, I went back and started stretching my muscles, and then split the firewood collected in the yard. After I finished doing this, it was almost eight or nine o'clock. I looked at the time, wiped my sweat, and walked to the tofu shop next door.
Lin Ke saw the muscular figure sitting inside at the door. After approaching, he saluted: "Good morning, Master Li!"
Li Chungang sat on the chair and said with a smile: "Okay, you...what did you call me?"
Lin Ke smiled and replied calmly: "Master."
Li Chungang asked with a strange look in his eyes: "Why do you call me master?"
Lin Ke bowed and said: "It was the master who accepted me first, but as a disciple, I came to pay my respects after one night. It was because the disciple didn't think carefully."
Li Chungang smiled when he heard this: "I'm just an old man who makes blood tofu, how can I be your master?"
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Lin Ke shook his head and said: "There is a certain order of learning, and there is a specialization in skills. No matter what I do, I will learn from the master."
Hearing the words "There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art", Li Chungang's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
Then, Li Chungang stroked his beard and said, "How can you tell that I am a scholar? Here, they all think I am a tofu maker."
A first-rate fortune teller, a second-rate craftsman, a third-rate warrior, a fourth-rate merchant, a fifth-rate doctor, a sixth-rate soldier, and the rest are all miscellaneous.
Sixth-level middle school, craftsman, tofu maker!
"Ah? Teacher, are you a great Confucian?" Lin Ke suddenly looked shocked: "I just thought that the teacher should have some knowledge before becoming my disciple... The teacher is actually a great Confucian?!"
You know, even if Lin Ke really knew it, he couldn't tell it. After all, his information came from the system.
After listening to Lin Ke's words, Li Chungang suddenly stiffened: "Ahem... Qi Dayan didn't say anything? Forget it, since you want to learn, I will teach you, follow me..."
Follow Li Chungang into the depths of the store, pass by the blood tofu placed on both sides in the dark, and walk to a wooden door at the end of the store.
"Squeak..."
The door opened and we came to the yard behind the shop.
There is a stone mill in the yard and many empty tofu trays.
Li Chungang continued to move forward, but Lin Ke did not move.
Lin Ke saw blood all over the courtyard.
Yes, the ground is red.
How many living creatures must be killed to turn the soil in the yard red?
"Ugh." Thinking of this, Lin Ke just felt nauseated and retched.
Li Chungang, who was walking not far ahead, stopped when he heard the noise, turned around and looked at Lin Ke, laughing.
"Hahaha……"
A smile appeared on Li Chungang's face: "Can't you bear even this little bit of tragedy? How will you see the world's misery in the future?"
Lin Ke felt that Li Chungang had other intentions, so he endured the nausea and followed Li Chungang closely.
Across this blood-red ground, you can see a small thatched cottage.
It seems to be a study room?
Push the door and enter.
There are six rows of bookshelves, large and small.
The bookshelf is filled with books one after another, just like a small library.
There is a small word written on every bookshelf. You need to get closer to see clearly what is written on the bookshelf.
I saw Li Chungang standing in front of a row of bookshelves, raising his hand and crossing the books one by one.
"Lin Ke, how do you read?"
Li Chungang did not turn around and spoke without warning.
Of course, Lin Ke would not simply think that one should smell with the eyes or read with the brain.
How to read a book?
There are many books, some well written and some poorly written, but each book must have its merits, including quality, writing style, ideas it wants to convey, and many other aspects.
Lin Ke thought for a while and replied calmly: "Master, I once heard that books have their own beauty, like jade, and books have their own houses of gold. It is beneficial to open the book if you want to read it all!"
But then, Lin Ke thought of Liu Bei again, so he added: "It's just that different people read each book, and they will have different understandings. When a wise man reads, he will take the essence and discard the dross. A fool will read it." If you read a book, you may only get dross.”
There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people! !
Everyone has different feelings when reading a book. Everyone will have their own understanding when reading a book.
When some people look at Liu Bei, they can only see dirty things.
Some people are different and look at things with appreciation, compassion, and inspiration.
Appreciating other people's superb skills that have been honed over time, or feeling pity for the people who suffer the consequences of their lives, or feeling that others are working very hard...
In short, when reading a book, everyone will react to various things such as language, objects, scripture meanings, characters, etc.
Lin Ke felt that what Li Chungang wanted to ask should be these things.
Li Chungang's eyes lit up and he saw Lin Ke laughing heartily and patting Lin Ke on the shoulder.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
He stopped laughing and said, "Old boy, you finally didn't lie to me this time. It seems you are really a piece of jade."
Hearing this, Lin Ke smiled helplessly and said, "Pure jade? Master's words are serious."
Li Chungang saw that Link was still polite, waved his hand, interrupted Lin Ke's words, and said:
"Okay, okay, I don't quite understand you and Qi Dayan, and I don't want to ask."
Li Chungang paused and continued: "For the next three months, you will be here with me while reading books and making tofu."
When Lin Ke heard this, he wanted to make more tofu, but his expression did not change at all, and he just nodded calmly.
"Haha." Li Chungang saw him nodding and continued, "Come on, let me tell you what you want to read first."
"You have to read this row of books in the first month." Li Chungang pointed to a row of cabinets.
Lin Ke saw that the small character on it was the word "History". After thinking about it, he said tentatively:
"History book?"
He felt a little happy.
It just so happened that he also wanted to know the history of this world.
