Righteousness Reaching the Heavens

early morning.

Zhong Xuan walked out the door as usual.

I happened to see Old Wu at the village entrance.

"Old Wu."

Zhong Xuan greeted Old Wu.

Old Wu was squatting on a large rock at the village entrance, puffing on his pipe, his brow furrowed.

"What happened?"

Zhong Xuan asked.

Old Wu exhaled a long puff of smoke and sighed, "Those damned bastards from the Sha Gang are untrustworthy. Even after that day, they still sent people to dig up our village's irrigation canals time and time again. It's already spring. If there's no water when we plant the seedlings, how are we supposed to survive?"

Zhong Xuan remained silent.

He knew, of course, that it wasn't the Sha Gang who dug up the irrigation ditch, but Ma Lei.

However, even if he were to reveal this, aside from being targeted by the Ma family, very few people would believe this old scholar.

"Old Wu, I have some dry food at home. If you don't have enough, you can ask Xiuni to come and get some."

Zhong Xuan said.

Old Wu had been with him for decades. When they were fleeing famine, Old Wu once saved half a steamed bun for him; otherwise, he might have starved to death.

returning a Favour many times more.

He certainly couldn't let Old Wu's family starve to death.

Upon hearing this, Old Wu immediately shook his head: "Old Zhong, how can this be?"

Others may not know Zhong Xuan's situation, but he knows it all too well.

Although Zhong Xuan didn't have to work hard in the fields like him, his monthly salary for copying books was barely enough to make ends meet. If he were to lend Zhong Xuan his grain, he would definitely go hungry.

"Do we need to say these things between us?"

Zhong Xuan waved his hand.

Upon seeing this.

Old Wu's face showed gratitude.

In those days, lending grain was no different from saving a life; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a life-saving favor.

"Old Zhong, there's no need for that yet. Village Chief Xu has taken people to reason with the Sha Gang again; they'll definitely find a way."

The people of Xiahe Village still have great faith in Xu Mao.

Just as Zhong Xuan and Old Wu were talking.

Several young men cheered as they ran into the village, shouting, "Brother Ma is a true hero! The Sha Gang will never dare to bully us again. We'll have water to farm!"

Ma Ba Ge?

That's Ma Fu's son, Ma Lei.

Zhong Xuan and Old Wu followed the group of young people.

I only realized it after hearing it.

Ma Lei led the young people of the village to the Sha Gang and negotiated with the young master of the Sha Gang. The result was very good. The young master of the Sha Gang has agreed not to make things difficult for Xiahe Village anymore.

In a short time.

Ma Lei's prestige among the village's young people even surpassed that of the village head, Xu Mao.

Looking at Ma Lei, who was surrounded by a crowd.

Everyone was amazed.

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

Old Wu's face broke into a smile: "Ah Lei has been promising since he was a child. He'll definitely become our village chief someday."

Not only Old Wu, but all the other villagers thought the same way.

Everyone praises Ma Lei for his success.

They were able to subdue a behemoth like the Sand Gang.

Zhong Xuan didn't say anything, but turned his head towards the village entrance.

Half an hour later.

He arrived at the side gate of the Zhang residence.

Just yesterday, the Zhang family steward sent someone to invite him to come and copy books today.

Bang bang bang!

As the iron ring on the side gate was knocked, a heavy, muffled sound echoed through the courtyard.

Not long after.

The steward of the Zhang residence pushed open the door and came out. Seeing that it was Zhong Xuan, he gave Zhong Xuan his usual smile: "Mr. Zhong, please."

That's all.

He led Zhong Xuan to the Zhang family's library as usual.

Unlike before, this time the steward of the Zhang family took out three hundred coins from his pocket and placed them in Zhong Wen's hand: "Mr. Zhong, my second young master will be returning to the academy soon and will be taking some books with him. I'll have to trouble you to take care of him these next few days."

Zhong Xuan cupped his hands in greeting: "Steward Zhang, you're too kind."

He started copying the Qingzhou Zihao calligraphy brush with great care.

There are three books in total.

More than 30,000 words.

Even with Zhong Xuan's stamina, it took him three full days to copy it.

In order to save time, he even stayed overnight at Zhang's residence for three days.

During this time, Zhong Xuan asked why other copyists were not invited to copy the text at the same time. Steward Zhang only said that the second young master Zhang felt that his handwriting was more pleasing to the eye and only recognized Zhong Xuan's handwriting.

Noon on the third day.

After Zhong Xuan finished writing the last character, he placed the Qingzhou purple brush on the inkstone.

Even with his physical strength, he felt his wrists were sore and numb.

"Thank you for your trouble, sir."

Seeing that Zhong Xuan had finished copying half a day ahead of schedule, the Zhang family steward breathed a sigh of relief.

If it can't be completed.

I'm afraid he'll suffer the same fate.

Just as the Zhang family steward was preparing to air out the three Taoist scriptures again before handing them in, he heard footsteps outside the door.

"Manager Zhang, is the book copied out?"

Zhang Linchun's voice came from outside the door.

"Alright, Second Young Master."

The Zhang family steward hurriedly picked up the Taoist scriptures, intending to claim credit.

Zhang Linchun and three students from the prefectural school entered the gate and happened to see Zhong Xuan tidying up inkstones.

"Did you copy these characters, sir?"

Seeing that he was being questioned, Zhong Xuan could only cup his hands and say, "It is indeed this old man."

Zhang Linchun asked, "Sir, have you ever practiced martial arts?"

The reason he liked Zhong Xuan's calligraphy was that it contained a powerful and vigorous quality, which was especially noticeable to him as a martial artist who practiced bone cultivation.

Zhong Xuan was slightly surprised.

I am truly impressed by the extraordinary nature of those who practice bone-training martial arts; their skill can be discerned simply from their writing.

"I did practice martial arts for a few years when I was young, but I gradually gave up as I got older."

If he claimed to know nothing about martial arts, he certainly wouldn't be able to fool a master like Zhang Linchun. Therefore, Zhong Xuan's words were three parts truth and seven parts falsehood.

"I see."

Zhang Linchun nodded.

A young senior brother from the academy beside him spoke up: "Junior Brother Zhang, that Red-tailed Wolf is cunning. It seems we won't be able to hunt it down as a birthday gift before Master's birthday."

"That beast has developed some intelligence, so it's difficult to lure it out. We'll have to go back to the manor and find another gift."

After speaking, Zhang Linchun also sighed.

Besides seeing my parents, the main reason for my return home was actually for that wolf demon.

The monster is a treasure trove.

The fur of the red-tailed wolf is an excellent material for making armor.

He had originally planned to hunt down a red-tailed wolf and use its armor to celebrate the birthday of the teacher at the prefectural school, but now he had to find something else.

Zhong Xuan stood to the side.

Look at your nose, and your heart will follow.

Amazed by the abilities of the students at the academy.

After Zhang Linchun and his group walked out of the library.

Manager Zhang then led Zhong Xuan to the accounting office.

Because Zhong Xuan finished copying the book ahead of schedule, which made Steward Zhang look good in front of the second young master of the Zhang family, Steward Zhang gave Zhong Xuan an extra 200 coins out of his own pocket, in addition to the 300 coins for copying the book.

Five hundred coins in total.

Zhong Xuan had been copying books for many years, but this was the first time he had received such a large sum of money for copying books.

With half a string of copper coins in his pocket, he left Zhang's residence.

Walking on the streets of Baisha City.

You can sometimes see children setting off firecrackers.

"The end of the year is approaching."

Zhong Xuan sighed.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already been in this world for so long.

Just as he arrived at the city gate.

Suddenly, I heard a harsh shout from behind me.

"You blind fool."

"Get out of here!"

"The Sand Gang carries the Dragon King!"