Traveling through books: Traveling through time with a golden finger to become a soft rice man

The next day, Yang Yuanzu got up early and personally delivered Lin Ting'an to the nursing home before leaving with peace of mind.

When Yang Yuanzu said goodbye, he and Lin Ting'an were reluctant to leave and wasted some time. On the way to the morning exercise, he ran wildly to catch up with the time.

When he rushed to the martial arts class out of breath, he was unfortunately late and was punished by the martial arts master for running two laps.

Just as unlucky as him was Gao Dali. Yang Yuanzu asked curiously: "Brother Dali, why are you late today?"

Gao Dali blushed when he heard this, touched his head in embarrassment, and said with a look of obsession: "I saw a fairy today, hehe!"

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Yang Yuanzu was puzzled for a while, then suddenly reacted and said: "You won't see the dean's daughter, will you?"

There are only male scholars in their academy, where do the fairies come from? The only person who can travel freely in the academy is the dean's daughter.

"So you wasted time watching fairies today..." Yang Yuanzu teased with a smile.

Gao Dali was an honest man. He nodded embarrassedly and wanted to ask Yang Yuanzu for the name of the dean's daughter.

Yang Yuanzu and Luo Mingshi had a good relationship. Luo Mingshi was also known as Bai Xiaosheng of the academy. Naturally, Bai Xiaosheng could find out everything.

Gao Dali looked hesitant to speak, but after much thought he couldn't help but speak to Yang Yuanzu.

There is nothing wrong with pursuing the person you like. Yang Yuanzu happened to know that the fairy was named Jian Liuzhi, so he told Gao Dali all the information he knew and encouraged the other party to boldly pursue her.

With Yang Yuanzu's encouragement, Gao Dali's confidence doubled and he was determined to please the beauty.

When Yang Yuanzu saw Gao Dali, he turned to him and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Yang has anything..."

Before Gao Dali finished speaking, he was interrupted by Master Wu: "The two people who have been talking over there will run ten more laps!"

At this time, Yang Yuanzu didn't care about Gao Dali's emotional problems and directly begged Master Wu for mercy: "Master, I don't dare to be late next time. If I run ten more laps, I will be late for class!"

"If you say one more word, you will run one more lap!" Master Wu's unquestionable order sounded again.

Yang Yuanzu quickly shut his mouth and ran.

For Yang Yuanzu, the time wasted by running ten more laps would cost him half his life, and today was Master Jian's class, and Master Jian had zero tolerance for being late.

When he finished his laps and returned to class, as expected, Master Jian punished him by copying the article ten times.

Lin Ting'an was away, and Suning was particularly active in serving today. As soon as Yang Yuanzu sat down, Suning poured a cup of hot tea. In the past, Yang Yuanzu would pour the tea himself, and Suning was only responsible for making the tea.

Yang Yuanzu was not used to others pouring tea for him, so he took the teapot and motioned for him to do it. Upon seeing this, Suning knelt down and sat aside to grind the ink, even though the ink was already very thick.

During the whole class, Suning didn't doze off secretly again.

After taking a few days off and returning to work, Suning finally began to have a sense of his own presence again. In the past few days, he suspected that he was about to lose his job.

Yang Yuanzu thought that Suning was so diligent because of his wife's instructions, so he didn't take it seriously and continued to open the book and listen to the lecture.

A small ball of paper was suddenly thrown on the table. Yang Yuanzu opened it and looked at it. Inside was Liu Baba's words asking him why he was late.

Yang Yuanzu gave a brief reply and then threw it out when the master was not paying attention. The students who were helping them pass the note along the way were disturbed from listening to the class and reported Yang Yuanzu mercilessly. Now Yang Yuanzu liked to mention the article ten times. .

The student who reported him was a representative of the innate superiority faction, and he often opposed people like them who came from peasant families.

The notes from Yang Yuanzu and the others were not handled by the Xiantian sect, but were passed on quietly by the Peasant sect.

When Yang Yuanzu returned to his dormitory, he began to toss with his wood. Feng Qingyang was surprised when he saw it and asked: "Don't you have to hand in the article twenty times tomorrow? Why don't you do it quickly? Maybe you can still have time tomorrow if you copy it all night."

The penalty for being late and passing the cheat sheet add up to twenty times.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Qingyang continued: "Do you need my help?" This was Feng Qingyang's first time helping someone copy a book, but it seemed that he couldn't finish it without helping Yang Yuanzu.

"Our handwriting is different, but Brother Feng still wants to thank you for your kindness. I have a way!"

After Yang Yuanzu finished speaking, he held up the artifact he had just made to copy and said: "Spread the rice paper flat. You only need to copy five times with this artifact."

Feng Qingyang felt incredible when he heard it, so he curiously came forward to take a closer look at the new pen that Yang Yuanzu had tinkered with.

There were two rows of four brushes arranged in an orderly manner under a main pen holder. Feng Qingyang saw this and asked curiously: "How do you dip the ink? Can you still drip ink? These... four Is the pen easy to control?"

"This is easy to handle. Come over here, Suning, and let's show it to Brother Feng!"

After saying that, Suning took out a few freshly ground inkstones. This operation shocked the ancient man Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment and then asked: "Where did you get so many inkstones?"

"I collected it myself."

After speaking, Yang Yuanzu placed the four pieces of rice paper neatly. In order to facilitate copying, he chose rice paper with a small area.

I saw Suning cooperating with Yang Yuanzu to dip in ink. Yang Yuanzu controlled the main pen and only focused on the first rice paper, leaving only his peripheral vision to look at the other rice papers.

Yang Yuanzu controlled the main pen barrel to move, and several pen barrels under his hands followed suit.

After a while, a piece of rice paper was written. Suning was busy helping to change the rice paper and refill the ink. The master and servant worked together as a team, with the neatness and tacit understanding of assembly line production workers.

It was also the first time that Feng Qingyang saw that copying books could be done like this. He stood aside and watched Yang Yuanzu copying books until Yang Yuanzu finished copying an article.

After Yang Yuanzu finished copying, he couldn't wait to pick up the copied article and read it carefully.

Although the strength and precision of the text are lacking, the handwriting is still that of Yang Yuanzu, and it can be used for copying. Moreover, the handwriting of these texts is exactly the same, and it can be seen that it was written by the same person.

There is always someone to help with the penalty copying in their academy, so the masters in the academy often wonder whether there are students looking for writers for the copying they assign, so they check it very carefully.

There is no need to doubt what Yang Yuanzu copied today, and it can be passed at once.

Feng Qingyang came back to his senses and said: "Although this method is very convenient and efficient, copying more articles will be very beneficial to deepen your memory." In Feng Qingyang's eyes, Yang Yuanzu's behavior was a bit opportunistic. mean.

What's more, students should carry out the things ordered by the Master piously.

He believed that as Yang Yuanzu's classmate and friend, he had the responsibility and obligation to remind Yang Yuanzu.

After hearing Feng Qingyang's words, Yang Yuanzu immediately knew what he meant.

Feng Qingyang was a child who was raised in a disciplined family, so he naturally took rules and studies seriously. When he was able to ask him if he needed help at first, he must have thought twice and struggled internally.

Yang Yuanzu thanked Feng Qingyang for his kind advice, and then explained that this was an extraordinary measure in an emergency, and he would not do this at other times.