After leaving Di's ancestral hall, he followed the carriage and horses back to the outside of Yangqu County. After being separated from his relatives, Di Jin entered the city alone and walked briskly on the streets.
He has a long-sleeved t-shirt, has a scholarly air, and his eyebrows are sharp and straight. He is full of heroic spirit and attracts the attention of passers-by.
Not all of these appraising glances were friendly.
Jinyang is not only the land of dragon prosperity in the Tang Dynasty. By the time of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Shi Jingtang, the founding emperor of the Later Jin Dynasty, Liu Zhiyuan, the founding emperor of the Later Han Dynasty, and Liu Chong, the founding emperor of the Northern Han Dynasty, all proclaimed themselves emperors in Jinyang. From then on, there was "Dragon City" reputation.
But because of this, it is said that after the fall of the Northern Han Dynasty, Zhao Guangyi set fire to the city of Jinyang out of fear of another "true dragon emperor" in Jinyang, and ordered the Fen River and Jin River to be irrigated to completely destroy it.
Jinyang City was originally the center of Bingzhou. After the city was destroyed, the administrative seat of the state was first transferred to Yuci County. However, Yuci County was too small. A few years later, it was transferred to Yangqu County. Pan Mei, the famous founding general, expanded the scope and built the city. city wall.
Unfortunately, this place not only governs Bingzhou, but also the entire Hedong Road. The expanded Yangqu County is not that big at all. So many people poured in at once, and the security suddenly became serious.
At this time, Di Jin chose streets with a large flow of people and avoided alleys.
It’s not that you are timid. There are some troubles and conflicts, so save them if you can.
"My money! My money!" "Nonsense! It's obviously a reward given to me by a wealthy customer!"
Just as he was holding the attitude of doing more than doing less, a sudden commotion from the front attracted Di Jin's attention.
There was already a circle of people around, and in the middle stood an official in green robes, with a curved collar and big sleeves, a horizontal train, and a leather belt around his waist. He had an ordinary appearance, but he had a very beautiful beard, which made him look particularly energetic.
At this time, the green-robed official said to the two arguing people: "Don't make any noise. Whose money is it? I have my own opinion!"
As he spoke, he raised his hands to the surroundings and said loudly: "I, Pan Chengju, and Lieutenant of Quyang County, patrol the public security, arrest smuggling and arrest theft, and now these two people have their own opinions..."
He pointed at a tall, thick-set man with a sinewy face and said, "This man is Zheng the Butcher at the west end of Mahang Street. He claims to have lost eight hundred coins."
Then he pointed to another young man of twelve or thirteen years old with lively eyes: "I suspect that it was stolen by Lin Suohuan (the takeaway guy) from Fengle Building, but this Suohuan said that the money was rewarded by high-profile customers. his."
"Now the two of them insist on their own opinions, and there is no evidence to prove that the money belongs to them!"
The onlookers finally understood and started talking among themselves: "How can any guest reward so much?" "He must be a little thief!" "That Butcher Zheng is not a good person either. He is so vicious that it's hard to describe!"
"I have my own way of finding out whose money it is!" When the people around him understood the situation, Lieutenant Pan gently stroked his beard and confidently ordered: "Go and find a basin of water!"
Soon, he personally pushed through the crowd of onlookers and brought a basin of water. In front of everyone, County Lieutenant Pan pointed to the clear water: "Throw the thirty copper coins you are arguing over into it. Who lied?" See it immediately!"
The butcher and Suo Huan both held half a bucket of copper coins in their hands and did not dare to disobey, so they each followed the instructions.
"Plop!" "Plop!"
Copper coins fell into the water one by one.
The onlookers all stretched their necks, and the scene became quiet for a while.
Compared to their curiosity, Di Jin lost interest after taking a few glances, and was about to avoid it.
But the street was not spacious, and there were too many people blocked in front. He thought for a while, and simply walked into a familiar bookstore on the street and asked: "Is the new version of "Xi Kun Huo Singing Collection" available?"
The keeper of the bookstore was a boy of about ten years old. He was also watching the excitement in front of the door. He turned back to the store after hearing the voice: "It turns out to be Mr. Di Lang. I'm sorry, the store is still an old version."
Di Jin was a little helpless.
Xikun style is a poetry genre of this era. It was originally named after the "Xikun Singing Collection", a collection of poems sung by seventeen civil servants in the early Song Dynasty to embellish Shengping's poems.
As soon as this song collection came out, it became more and more popular in the literary world, and students imitated it one after another. Naturally, it also had a huge impact on the imperial examinations.
Therefore, no matter whether future generations criticize Xikun Ti for its blind pursuit of splendor and empty results, this is the best choice for exams at this stage.
However, even if you have foresight, it is not easy to handle. Even getting the latest "textbook" is very difficult.
“I really miss the convenience of searching online and being able to check out any information...”
Di Jin was thinking about his future as an official and wandering around in the shop. Unexpectedly, the boy approached and asked, "Mr. Di Lang, have you got a new chapter in your "The Biography of Su Wuming"?"
Di Jin was startled, shook his head and said, "I stopped writing when I was free to practice."
The boy was greatly disappointed: "Why don't you write it? Su Wuming is a real detective. Isn't that official outside using the method of spending copper coins with oil? If the copper coins are stained with oil, they must be the butcher's money!"
Di Jin was slightly embarrassed.
Can we not mention the dark history?
At the beginning of his time travel, he wanted to be a copywriter.
Poetry is naturally the most famous thing. However, with the continuous improvement of the imperial examination system, the shortcomings of the Tang Dynasty such as general rankings, examination papers, and petitions have been eliminated. Even if you use poetry to become famous, it will not be beneficial to the imperial examination. Otherwise, Liu Yong I wouldn’t have taken the exam for 30 years, passed the exam at the end of my life, and still passed the exam with merit...
Instead of copying poems, he aimed at novels, such as the four famous works, including "Journey to the West". These works all had certain political risks. Finally, he thought of his ancestor Di Renjie in this life, why not write about "The Case of Di Gong" There should also be a market for detective dramas like this.
Out of respect, even if there is a positive image in the novel, Di Renjie cannot be used as the protagonist, so Su Wuming was born.
Su Wuming is a character in the Tang Dynasty novel collection "Records". He may be the real Huzhou Biejia, or he may be the first made-up detective in ancient times. He actually has no intersection with Di Renjie, but a TV series later mentioned him. Set as Di Renjie's apprentice, Di Jin also made a similar setting.
The writing process went very smoothly. In addition to being interested in history, Di Jin also liked detective novels. He had a certain foundation and wrote two volumes of "The Biography of Su Wuming" in the form of a combination of Tang legends and Song Dynasty novels. Two or three cases, closely linked.
His ambitions were not big, and he was content with cooperating with booksellers in the city and earning a sum of money to finance the imperial examination.
As a result, Di Jin understood what it means to only feel shallow on paper.
The major bookstores in the city were very fond of the novel storybook "The Biography of Su Wuming", but they were no longer interested in having it printed and sold.
There is no way, limited by local printing costs and production efficiency, among the books published by the private sector, the only ones related to the imperial examination are profitable. No matter how well written the legend novels are, they can only be disseminated within a very small range. It’s too difficult to make a profit.
Therefore, Di Jin decisively gave up on copying. In the end, the boy in the bookshop enjoyed reading it and kept urging him to update it. Now he is still applying what he learned: "Look, sir, it's exactly the same as Su Wuming's method!"
"There's oil! There's oil!"
At this time, the onlookers had noticed that as the copper coin entered the water, a thin wisp of oil slowly emerged from the water.
Pan Xianwei stroked his beard and smiled, confident: "What disputes do you still have now?"
The butcher was overjoyed: "I understand. If there is oil on my hands, there will be oil on the money! This is my money!"
The young man Suo Huan was also overjoyed: "The wealthy man ate so much that his hands were full of oil. The reward money he threw casually was naturally stained with oil. This is my money!"
After the words fell, the two stared at each other again.
The butcher shouted: "I sell meat all day long, so I have so much oil in my hands!"
The young man Suo Huan came to his senses and pointed at the onlookers: "Is it strange to have oil flowers like this? Ask them to throw some copper coins in and see if there are any oil flowers!"
"Officials! Officials make decisions for the common people!"
Seeing the two of them quarreling again and finally asking for help from him, Lieutenant Pan's expression froze and he murmured: "Isn't this method easy to use? How could Hei Tan tell who the thief was at a glance when he was in the academy? Woolen cloth?"
