Chapter 145 Born a Saint
"Water floods the cave, and the fire unicorn..."

Ye Yu felt that this situation was so familiar, the sense of déjà vu was too strong.

It's a pity that it's not water that reaches the Buddha's knees, but given that there are strange beasts like the Fire Unicorn, it is conceivable that the peak power of the mysterious force in this world should not be weak.

Ye Yu sat in the restaurant for more than an hour, eating until his belly was full. He practiced internal cultivation techniques to speed up digestion and strengthen his physique. At the same time, he also heard a lot of news that he had never heard of in his previous life.

In his previous life, he was too young and his family was poor. He was busy making a living and followed his father out to fish in the lake all day long. Therefore, he knew nothing about what was happening outside Zhenhu City.

Now, when Ye Yu heard people talking about things in the restaurant, such as the court, neighboring countries, and the martial arts world, he kept them all in his mind.

Ye Yu ate a lot, and one meal cost him several hundred coins, which was almost half a month's income for an ordinary fisherman. They were definitely not willing to come here.

The average fisherman only earns a few dozen coins a day. Unless he is lucky enough to catch some rare fish, or a precious fish like the previous one, otherwise the daily catch of a few dozen coins is the maximum.

In addition to supporting the family's food and clothing expenses, they also had to pay taxes every year. If they could not afford the taxes, they would be sent out to do hard labor, which was not only difficult but could even cost them their lives.

Therefore, most fishermen live a hard life and poverty is the norm.

"Apart from the Fire Unicorn in the Flooding Cave, there are indeed many things in this world that seem to be true but are not. Even the characteristics of some of the masters in the martial arts world are somewhat similar to the characters in the martial arts world in the movies, TV shows, or novels that I watched in modern society before."

Ye Yu paid the bill and walked out of the restaurant. He had only taken a few steps when he heard the vendors around him discussing the matter of Baldhead Xue Si and the other two ruffians.

"I heard that all four of their limbs were crippled. Tsk, tsk, tsk, they must have gotten in trouble with a ruthless person!"

"That's right. The white bones are sticking out and blood is all over the floor. Now I don't know if I can survive."

When the vendors around were discussing, there was a hint of gloating and excitement on their faces.

Xue Si and his gang of scoundrels usually cause a lot of trouble to everyone. They are like a piece of cinder block and everyone has to swallow their anger when they are bullied.

But now that he saw that they had received their retribution, not only did he not feel any pity, he even felt a hint of pleasure.

Ye Yu just listened for a while and then left.

Not long after, Ye Yu finally found a bookstore in a remote corner of the market.

The bookstore looked small, there were not many books, and the books all looked old, but it was kept clean, and was run by a down-and-out middle-aged scholar wearing a washed-out blue shirt.

The main business of this bookstore is not selling books, but writing letters for people.

In ancient times, the illiteracy rate was extremely high, and only a very small number of people could read and write, which gave rise to this business demand.

But it is obvious that the down-and-out middle-aged scholar who can help write letters is also a scholar who failed the imperial examination, otherwise the scholar would not lower himself to do this business.

In this era, if one passed the examination to become a scholar, one would have already stepped half a step into the ranks of scholars. Not only did one have the privilege of not bowing to an official, but one could also be exempted from corvée labor and taxes on dozens of acres of land.
At this time, some wealthy businessmen or common people would register their land under the name of the scholar, so the scholar could obtain a considerable amount of wealth. Although he would not become rich, it would be easy for him to support himself and continue to concentrate on the imperial examinations.

Not to mention that if one is the best among the scholars, the government will provide subsidies of rice, flour and money every year.

"If I were to take the imperial examination, it wouldn't be difficult, but there's no need to waste time on this path."

This thought flashed through Ye Yu's mind.

As the thought flashed through his mind, Ye Yu had already arrived in front of the down-and-out middle-aged scholar in the bookstore.

"I wonder what this little brother is doing?" The middle-aged scholar had a weathered face, but his manners were gentle and refined. After all, he was a man of great learning and etiquette, and his temperament was very different from other people at the bottom of society.

At this moment, the middle-aged scholar was a little unsure about Ye Yu's purpose of coming here, because although Ye Yu was wearing coarse linen clothes, his every move and gesture had an outstanding temperament, and he was looking forward to Gu Shenghui.

If it weren't for the fact that his skin was a little darker from years of fishing and the problem with his clothing, the middle-aged scholar would have already concluded that the boy in front of him was from some noble family.

"Read and learn to write!"

Ye Yu stated the purpose of this trip.

Although the writing in this world also evolved from pictograms, it was very different from what Ye Yu knew. His predecessor was even illiterate, so after getting the money, Ye Yu wanted to have a good meal and learn to write.

Words are the carriers of thoughts and information. Once you learn them, things will become much more convenient.

This middle-aged scholar almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

First, Ye Yu's temperament doesn't look like an illiterate person. Second, this is a bookstore, not a private school. Why would this young man come and say such things?
However, when Ye Yu took out a few coins and placed them in front of him, saying that it was the tuition for half a day.

The middle-aged scholar was instantly convinced.

"If you want to learn, I will teach you! But I have to make it clear that the money will not be refunded."

The middle-aged scholar collected the few coins on the table. This was the amount of money he could earn in several days.

One penny of silver was equal to one hundred copper coins. When the market was good, he could earn eighty or ninety copper coins, and when the market was not so good, he could only earn fifty or sixty copper coins.

Besides, it only takes half a day to teach, so this deal is really a great bargain.

But soon, he was stunned by Ye Yu's performance.

"You really have never studied literature before?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at the scene in astonishment and asked again and again.

Every time he taught a word, Ye Yu would soon be able to write and read it fluently. In just half an hour, Ye Yu had learned the Thousand Character Classic.

The most important thing is that when he watched Ye Yu, he did not seem to understand these words at first, but his learning speed was so inhuman that he could not believe it at all.

At Ye Yu's urging, the middle-aged scholar started to teach another thicker book. Less than an hour later, he continued to change books until the sun gradually set. At this time, the middle-aged scholar had already been numbed by the shock.

Even though Ye Yu now only has an incarnation of one thought, as a powerful person who has achieved the Dao, even if it is only an incarnation of one thought, even if he does not use divine power, he still possesses memory and comprehension that are difficult for mortals to achieve. These are just the most basic things.

In just half a day, Ye Yu had gone from being an illiterate person in this world to being able to recognize almost all the characters in this world, and began to read dozens of books in the bookstore fluently. Later, Ye Yu's reading speed became faster and faster, and he could memorize all the contents and understand them by almost turning the pages.

The middle-aged scholar couldn't believe it at first, then he deliberately tested Ye Yu several times, and was completely shocked. Then he became numb and dazed, and he was completely dumbfounded.

"A natural born saint! This is a natural born saint!"

These words kept echoing in the middle-aged scholar's mind.

What ordinary people take several years or even more than ten years to learn, the young man in front of him can learn it at a glance, become proficient in it once he learns it, and write with his own style.

If this isn't a natural born saint, then what else could it be?
(End of this chapter)