In the Pan family courtyard, Song Mu asked Pan Wenhao many things, but in the end he only got one result.
That's how Song Mu got to Yanggang without anyone seeing him.
This made Song Mu feel even more strange. A simple bet between young people turned into an unsolvable puzzle.
It seems that as soon as he came to this world, a layer of dark clouds was cast before his eyes. It seemed that it was impossible to unravel the rumors about going to Yanggang.
Song Mu pondered for a moment. When Pan Wenhao saw that Song Mu stopped talking and glanced at his mother again, he felt a little uneasy and spoke immediately.
"Comrade Song, I don't know if there is anything else. If it is gone, I will continue to study my books."
Eighteen-year-old Pan Wenhao behaved extremely obediently in front of his mother, but when Song Mu heard this, he curled his lips and said with a smile.
"Of course there is one more thing, classmate Pan. We made an agreement that day. If we come back from outside the city..."
"Classmate Song, I know. I will go find you after I finish reading."
Pan Wenhao immediately interrupted Song Mu, looking a little flustered. He knew what Song Mu was here to do.
But he never told his family that it was because of a bet with Song Mu that he got into such a situation. He just said that his classmates were having a fight. Pan's mother didn't know about it, and there was no strange color on her face at the moment.
Song Mu also accepted the offer and immediately gave it to him.
"Then I won't disturb Mr. Pan's study." After saying that, Song Mu turned to leave, but instead he paused his feet and tilted his head and said to Pan Wenhao who breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chapter 8 of "The Great Learning" read by classmate Pan: It is said that self-cultivation lies in rectifying the mind. If the body is angry, it cannot be rectified; if there is fear, it cannot be rectified; if there is happiness, it cannot be rectified. If you are troubled, you will not be able to correct yourself."
"Everyone is encouraged to read what he said. Master Xun taught us that we should read loudly, have ambitions in our hearts, and never be humble. Please encourage us."
Song Mu said this with a somewhat critical tone at this moment.
When Pan Wenhao heard Song Mu's words, his expression changed. There was a fierce light in his eyes, but he hurriedly hid it and agreed repeatedly, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Pan's mother next to him.
Mother Pan didn't say anything, she just watched Song Mu leave.
"Although the Song family is down and out, it is also a family of cultural heritage. Hao'er, after you finish reading, prepare some gifts and come to apologize."
After Song Mu left, Pan's mother had obviously seen the clues, but she didn't explain it in front of others. After hearing this, Pan Wenhao responded quickly, but he felt a bit unhappy and angry in his heart.
That nerd actually dared to come to the door and make a noise, and even slapped himself in the face in front of his mother. After such a long time, could the person surnamed Song still be brave enough?
Here Pan Wenhao was kneeling and reading, thinking about how to make Song Mu look good in the future, but Song Mu had already returned home leisurely and started to read.
At sunset and dusk, Shiyang County Lieutenant Pan Shun returned to his house tiredly. After dinner, the father and son sat in the main room and listened to Pan Wenhao talk about today's events. Pan Shun frowned immediately.
"So Song Mu really told you this?"
"Yes, Dad, Song Mu is so arrogant that he even imitated Master Xun to teach me a lesson. He wants to blame all his troubles on me!"
"Dad, my child must never be insulted like this, especially Song Mu!"
Pan Wenhao and Pan Shun were sitting together in the main room, looking angry at this moment, as if their father's presence was their supporter, so Song Mu no longer needed to be afraid.
Pan Shun, who heard Pan Wenhao talking like this, laughed twice, and the few strands of beard on his thin face began to tremble. He picked up the teacup, rinsed his mouth, and said to Pan Wenhao.
"Interesting, Hao'er, you may not know that Song Mu scolded the children of the Qi family in the street today, and then inspired a burst of literary power from nowhere, and actually injured the servants of the Qi family. The servant of the Qi family carried When I went home, I lost my temper after hearing about it.”
"What?!" Pan Wenhao said in shock, but suddenly remembered something, opened his mouth and asked: "Did Song Mu do it?"
"good."
Pan Shun touched his beard, and a few gleams of light flashed in his gloomy eyes.
"But he is obviously just a child." Pan Wenhao said with an uneasy expression.
"So what? Don't forget that the fourth generation ancestor of the Song family was the Minister of Rites in the Great Wen Dynasty, and even wrote a book to determine the lintel. Now it is recorded in the county annals. Song Wenrong wrote a book and established a biography. After the book was completed, he was promoted When you enter the realm of a great scholar, your literary power can open mountains and seas, and thousands of demons can be destroyed with a wave of your hand."
"It's just that the Song family has a bad fate. Such a capable man only lived seventy years."
Pan Shun shook his head and raised his lips and said, but his eyes were looking at Pan Wenhao: "It must be Song Mu who understood the ancient book left by his ancestor. That ancient book is a pity."
Listening to what Pan Shun said, Pan Wenhao's eyes turned cold and he whispered immediately.
"Dad, the child missed it last time. They don't know where they hid the ancient book. All the bricks in the courtyard of the Song family have been cleared away. Song Mu's body has been searched carefully, but none of them have been found."
"But I already have a plan. When I go to Fucheng Hospital for an examination in a few days..."
"No." Pan Shun raised his hand to stop him at this time, looking a little hesitant.
"Recently, many cultural threads have been destroyed in Qingzhou in the north. The Qingtian Guardian of the imperial court has written that demons are responsible. The Holy Emperor is ordering a thorough investigation into the matter."
"If the Song family lineage is broken or something goes wrong at this time, the Ministry of Rites will definitely send someone to investigate based on the influence of his ancestors."
"Besides, now that the teachings have come to an end with Master Xun, Song Mu will have to protect him even if he has a lot of human power."
Pan Wenhao looked anxious: "Dad, if I have that ancient book to warm me up, I will definitely win the scholar position this time."
"Father, you are an eighteen-year-old scholar, think about it, not to mention taking Jieyuan of Jizhou Prefecture, there must be someone in the top three in Jizhou Prefecture."
"Father, don't you want to honor our Pan family?"
Pan Wenhao said repeatedly, and when he said something emotional, he got up and knelt beside Pan Shun, bursting into tears.
"Father, there are only three cultural lines in Shiyang County now. Even if our Pan family has you as the county captain, we are still looked down upon by others. If I can get the title of Jinshi, it will be a cultural line! I have become a cultural line. family, in this way our Pan family will also prosper!"
Hearing this, Pan Shun's expression changed drastically, and every word Pan Wenhao said came to his heart.
Pan Shun was also a scholar, and he was famous in Jizhou at first, but his son Pan Wenhao was not very intelligent. Pan Shun spent a lot of money and even went to the well-connected Qi and Kong families in the city to ask for classics, so he reluctantly let Pan Wenhao take the exam. Had a child.
But even so, Pan Wenhao's talent is superficial, and he doesn't know how long it will take to gather his literary power and become a scholar.
Only the Song family, which has the longest heritage, has the great Confucian stele for suppressing demons placed on the wall of Shiyang County. It was written by its ancestor Song Wenrong. This great Confucian stele has allowed Shiyang County to be stable for hundreds of years without major changes.
A great Confucian article can still quell the devil and bring peace to the country, but if we get the ancient book written by Song Wenrong, how can we count the blessings in it?
Pan Shun, who has been a county captain for a long time, has his own plans. He has always coveted the ancient books of the Song family. Now that he is thinking about it again, his expression becomes even colder.
Finally he snorted coldly.
"That's all, I have my own arrangements for this matter, so you can rest assured and read the book. Before going to Fucheng, my father will definitely find the ancient books of his Song family for you."
"But I also made it clear. If the scholar is not able to get a scholar's position at that time, you will come back to get married and have children and grandchildren to become talents!"
Pan Wenhao looked happy when he heard this and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Thank you father, thank you father!"
Pan Shun took a deep breath and closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.
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Three days later, Song Mu had almost finished his cultivation, and he also thought about going to the county school to take classes.
It's late summer now, and the college exams are not far away.
Although the imperial examination system of the Wen Dynasty was inherited from the Tang Dynasty, with the great reform of the imperial examination by Wen Taizu Li Lu, who selected wise men from all over the world based on their talents to pass on the cultural heritage, the improved imperial examination system was somewhat similar to that of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, making it more fair and just.
This college examination coincided with the annual examination, and all the scholars from Shiyang County came to gather at the county school to prepare to successfully complete the annual examination and then participate in next year's provincial examination.
This kind of opportunity is naturally a good time for young students to ask for advice from the scholars. Song Mu has been studying at home these days, knowing that it is better to ask the old students for their answering skills than to study behind closed doors, so he will not let go of such an opportunity.
Holding the book he had read several times in the past few days, Song Mu walked slowly to the gate of the county school. Before he could step in, he heard someone greeting him eagerly from behind.
"Brother Song, I saw you today. Are you okay?"
The person who came was a man of the same age with an honest face, about the same age as Song Mu. He was the eldest grandson of the Kong family in Shiyang County. Seven years ago, Kong Zong's father Kong Siqi became a Jinshi in one fell swoop, and a cultural line was passed down. The Kong family was He has quite a lot of contacts with the Song family, which is of the same cultural background.
Most of the supplements sent a few days ago came from the Kong family.
"Thank you, Brother Kong, for taking care of me these days. Your health is much better."
Song Mu also smiled and saluted, but his eyes inadvertently looked at the person following him.
It was a person wearing a light blue skirt with a hanging bun on her head. She was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her beautiful face had a somewhat proud look. At this moment, a pair of eyes as clear as water were looking at Song Mu.
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