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Chapter 37

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Without spending a single cent, Meton solved the start-up capital of the Village Mo's Village and found a way to make money for the Village Mo's Village. Now he was ready to be a good student in the Imperial College. To be precise, he was just idling around.

However, the outside world was already in an uproar. The status of the Imperial College was equivalent to that of Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future. One could imagine how great its influence was. A conflict between Confucianism and Mohism in such an institution of higher learning was big news.

However, the bigger news was that Imperial College had lost, and it was a huge loss. Once this news came out, it immediately caused an uproar in the city.

In less than half a day, the news of the gambling fight in the Imperial College had spread throughout Chang 'an.

"Phew! So powerful! Mo Jiazi has defied the heavens! "Someone cried out in disbelief.

"Five to one. Could it be that our Imperial College has declined to this extent? Confucianism is no longer flourishing! That's why Mo Jiazi can be so savage. "An old Confucian scholar cried out in pain.

"Hmph, I didn't expect those pedantic scholars from the Imperial College to have such a day. They're usually so arrogant, but now they've messed it up!" There were also many people who were gloating.



The streets and alleys of Chang 'an, restaurants and restaurants, were all abuzz with discussion. In this era of lacking entertainment, it was not easy for such a sensational event to happen, which immediately aroused the gossipy mentality of the people.

"Hurry up and find out. We want to know the details of Mo Jiazi's group battle against the Imperial College's elites," a customer in the Pan Family Restaurant shouted excitedly.

"Okay!" The waiter shouted.

However, this waiter was no longer Guo Wei. After the Fish Gang was destroyed, Guo Wei, who was an accomplice, had been sentenced to a thousand miles in prison. Boss Pan had learned his lesson and brought in an honest and reliable nephew from his hometown. He was straightforward and efficient in his work and was very attentive.

Soon, Boss Pan's nephew sent over the details of the battle between Meton and the Imperial College students. The results of the battle made everyone exclaim in delight.

"Lone smoke rises in the great desert, the sun sets in the long river! Good poem, good scenery, "the old scholar murmured in an intoxicated manner.

"The Yellow River soars far above the white clouds, a lonely city with ten thousand feet of mountains. Mo Jiazi was so engrossed in his depiction of the scenery that we were thousands of li away from Jade Gate Pass, yet it was as if we were there in person. Let's have a toast! "Scholar Sun took a big gulp of wine as his face flushed red.

"In my opinion, the bright moon of the Qin dynasty and the Han dynasty, the people of the ten thousand li long march did not return. But when the generals of the dragon city flew, they did not teach the horses to cross the Yin mountain. This is the most shocking line." His companion also silently drank a mouthful of wine and sighed with emotion.

"To be able to obtain these three poems from the frontier fortress today is the greatest fortune of my life.

"From now on, Jade Gate Pass will be known as the most impregnable pass in the world, and Mo Jiazi's fame will spread throughout Chang 'an." High Scholar Sun's heart was filled with jealousy. He had written thousands of poems, but none of them had been passed down to the world. Yet Mo Jiazi had written three of them, and all of them had been passed down through the ages.

The three poems from the frontier fortress had become extremely popular, and their influence continued to spread.

Indeed, Mo Jiazi's three poems from the frontier fortress had become extremely popular. As long as one was a scholar, the private schools would add an extra class to teach the three poems from the frontier fortress. Every scholar would copy the poems at least once.

In a certain mansion in Chang 'an.

A young master was tidying up his new clothes and leading a tall horse. He was just about to go out and have fun.

Suddenly, his father rushed out with a ruler in his hand and started to hit him.

"Father, I didn't do anything wrong!" The young master said, feeling wronged.

"Unfilial son, you still don't know how to repent. Look at your blood. If it weren't for the fact that I paid double the tuition fees to the private schools, this Old Man would have chased you out of the house long ago. Mo Jiazi was able to support the entire village at such a young age, and wrote the three poems from the frontier fortress fortress. What about you? You only know how to fool around all day! Sooner or later, this family will be ruined by you. Now go back to study. If you don't study hard, I'll break your legs so that you won't make a fool of yourself again. "The father said angrily.

In the study, the young master looked at the books piled up in front of him with a face of fate. He shouted with grief and indignation, "Mo Jiazi, I'm not done with you."

This kind of thing happened in many mansions in Chang 'an City. Mo Jiazi's deeds were mentioned again. At such a young age, he was able to take on the responsibility of supporting five thousand people in the village of Mo Jiazi. His promise in the village of Mo Jiazi made the village of Mo Jiazi the richest village in Chang' an City. Although it hadn't been realized yet, it changed the poor and backward appearance of the village of Mo Jiazi in a short time.

In addition, he wrote the three poems from the frontier fortress fortress fortress and defeated the five elites of the Imperial College one after another. Looking at his son, he suddenly became angry. He was ignorant and incompetent. He ate, drank, played, and didn't think about making progress. Even a beating was not enough to vent his anger.

Thinking about it, he became angrier. He picked up the ruler and rushed into the study again. Suddenly, there was chaos again.

In the brothel.

Wine flowed everywhere as they toasted each other.

"… Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willow? The spring breeze doesn't cross the Jade Gate Pass!" The brothel girl had a unique singing voice. She sang the poem with great charm.

"Good!"

As soon as the girl finished singing, the guests immediately cheered.

The brothel girl was the most sensitive. After receiving the three poems from the frontier fortress, she immediately composed it. Once she sang it, it would definitely attract the applause of the entire hall. This benefited the brothel girl a lot. She was secretly grateful to Meton. There was even a passionate and bold girl who directly called out to Mo Jiazi. She wanted to invite Mo Jiazi to be her guest. She didn't want to take a single cent, but only wanted a poem.

"Haha, how impressive! Jade Gate Pass! " In the military camp, a general laughed wildly with a poem in his hand. The soldiers around him all understood how the general felt. In the battle of Jade Gate Pass, the general had participated in it personally and made great contributions. That was how he was promoted.

"I didn't expect that the frisky monkey from back then to have grown up too! Old Mo finally has a successor! " The general said with a gratified expression. He still clearly remembered the frisky monkey who climbed up and down the Great Wall. He actually had such talent.

"Old brother! Rest in peace. With this poem, the Tang dynasty will always remember you. You died a worthy death! "the general said with emotion.

In the imperial palace.

Li Shimin was writing. If Meton was here, he would definitely notice that Li Shimin was writing the three poems from the frontier fortress.

"… But with General Long Chengfei here, I won't teach a horse to cross the Yin mountain. What a good poem! I didn't expect this little catfish to be so talented. "Li Shimin was also a talented person. He loved this poem so much that he couldn't put it down.

"Then it's all thanks to His Majesty's wisdom to personally select Mo Jiazi to enter the Imperial College!" Empress Zhangsun gently snuggled up to Li Shimin, gently helping Li Shimin grind the ink.

In the imperial harem, Empress Zhangsun was definitely not the prettiest. Concubine Yang and Concubine Wei were all top-notch beauties. However, Empress Zhangsun's quiet temperament and innate aura made Li Shimin unable to extricate himself.

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