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Qiao Sheng, courtesy name Danian.

Like Tan Wenjie in this world, he is an orphan. However, he also has a blind adoptive father, and Qiao Sheng is exceptionally talented in literature. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely pass the imperial examination and even win the top prize.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is bound to happen.

In the world of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, handsome scholars have countless romantic encounters, and if they are poor, there are countless beautiful female ghosts and fox spirits who throw themselves into their arms like moths to a flame.

Qiao Sheng asked in confusion, "Brother Tan, why are you looking at me like that?"

"We are both scholars, and our meeting is a matter of fate. Why don't we go have lunch together?"

"This, this is not good."

Qiao Sheng suspected that he might have hit the jackpot today. He was forced to accept his daughter from two wealthy families while offering incense, and now someone was offering to treat him to a meal.

As they walked side by side, Tan Wenjie suddenly asked, "Do you know those two Miss Shis?"

"I don't know them." Qiao Sheng shook his head. "Ladies from prominent families rarely go out. I only know the names of the two Master Shis."

Tan Wenjie nodded: "I agree. Only ladies from wealthy families who rarely go out would have such poor tastes."

Standing there, the two of them tacitly took a liking to Qiao Sheng, who clearly had never had a good life.

Qiao Sheng had a strange expression. He felt that the other person's words had some other meaning, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, he couldn't figure it out.

The two walked down the street, turning around and around again.

"so hot."

"Yes."

"He's looking at me."

"The girl next to him is also good-looking, but compared to him, she's like heaven and earth."

Qiao Sheng: "..."

He had walked until his calves cramped, passing countless restaurants and eateries, but Tan Wenjie had no intention of going in to eat; he just kept circling around.

Could it be that Brother Tan is short of money and too embarrassed to admit it? Qiao Sheng had an idea and decided to help Tan Wenjie out of his awkward situation.

What he eats doesn't matter; he can fill his stomach just by eating steamed buns when he gets home.

Just as Qiao Sheng was about to speak, Tan Wenjie suddenly said, "Well, it's time to eat."

"This……"

"Brother Qiao, are you in a bad mood and don't want to eat because everyone says you're not as handsome as me?" Tan Wenjie patted Qiao Sheng's shoulder lightly. "Brother Qiao, appearance is just a shell, insignificant. Whether male or female, everyone's looks will grow old one day. The knowledge in our minds is what truly belongs to us."

Qiao Sheng nodded: "Brother Tan is right."

But he always felt that Tan Wenjie had other reasons for not eating earlier, maybe it was related to her bad mood. It couldn't be that the two Shi family ladies chose him and he felt inferior.

At the dinner table, Qiao Sheng thought about it more and more and it seemed more and more likely: "Brother Tan, me and those two young ladies..."

"Hey, do you think I'm petty? I'm so handsome, my belly could hold a boat."

Qiao Sheng: "..."

But I haven't said anything yet.

“You don’t need to worry about who to choose,” Tan Wenjie said. “Just focus on passing the imperial examinations. Do you really think you can change your fate by relying on a woman? Without official rank to rely on, no matter which family’s daughter you marry, you will definitely suffer in the end.”

"Brother Tan is right," Qiao Sheng nodded in agreement.

If you have talent and literary ability, you should rely on your own efforts. How can you think of living off a woman?

After the meal, Qiao Sheng had to return to his stall. He needed to make a living and earn some money.

He warmly invited Tan Wenjie to his home so they could discuss poetry and literature together.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the stall, a bloated rich young master strode in aggressively, followed by a group of servants.

"So outdated?" Tan Wenjie couldn't help but think to himself.

His entrance was too stereotypical; he knew without a doubt that the next thing he would do was either to take advantage of respectable women or to bully respectable men, and there was a high probability that it was related to Qiao Sheng.

I haven't been as arrogant as him for hundreds of years.

I'd rather play a spoiled rich young master next time; I really don't feel any connection to being a poor scholar.

What bothered Tan Wenjie even more was that there was a mage standing next to the other party. Tan Wenjie had deliberately chosen to suppress all his magical power due to the "reward bonus," making him look exactly like an ordinary person. The other party couldn't tell that he was any different.

But that monk was different; he dressed strangely, wore a black robe, and had an unsettling aura about him.

Humans have an instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. If you don't like someone at first glance, it's an instinctive warning to stay away from them.

The other person noticed Tan Wenjie's gaze, but only glanced at him. He was just a handsome but poor scholar, not worth mentioning.

The bloated young master shouted, "Smash it!"

"Wait! Young Master Wang, what are you doing!" Qiao Sheng jogged over to stop him.

The young master said, "This land originally belonged to me."

Qiao Sheng replied, "I have a contract that leases this land to me for three years."

They were locked in a stalemate, while Tan Wenjie calmly turned to look at the crowd that had gathered around to watch the spectacle.

One of them looked somewhat familiar.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

The moment their eyes met, the other person immediately said, "That Wang Huacheng is used to bullying others because he is a relative of Prefect Shi and has some dirty money."

Tan Wenjie couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn it, it's you again!"

The familiar forward-leaning male passerby.

"Young master, what are you talking about? This is our first meeting."

Tan Wenjie clenched his fist.

"Oh no, young master, that Qiao Sheng is going to get a beating."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Qiao Sheng, who was in the center of attention, was indeed in danger and was surrounded.

It seems that Wang Huacheng intends to use force to reclaim his territory.

"Young master, aren't you going to lend a hand?"

“I’m skinny and thin, so all I ever did was get beaten up,” Tan Wenjie said, shaking his head.

He and Qiao Sheng were not related; they were just strangers who met by chance. Getting beaten up was a very personal experience that showed how much they valued their relationship. Only close friends could share a beating.

"I have a plan to save him," a voice came from the side.

Tan Wenjie turned his head and saw two petite figures hiding behind him.

She seems to be Miss Shi, one of the two historians.

Miss Shi said, "Young master is handsome, and you can save that young master Qiao with just a little trick. I happen to have a method."

On the other hand, handsome men always appreciate each other. Knowing that Qiao Sheng is an important character in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, and that it might be related to his higher score, Tan Wenjie found it difficult to stand idly by.

This is how good deeds become a habit.

Tan Wenjie: "You tell us first."

“There are many children around, and a large crowd. Everyone is usually oppressed by Wang Huacheng, and now he is isolated and helpless. If…”

Tan Wenjie stared at the other person with wide eyes.

What a brilliant idea to have everyone die with you to save your lover! If Wang Huacheng were truly injured, with the other party's power, there would be no need to find the culprit. They could simply see someone on the street who resembled him, arrest them, and lock them up in jail for a few days.

He used to be a spoiled brat, so he understands all too well how things work out.

"Ugh."

Tan Wenjie sighed, and to Miss Shi's astonishment, kicked a passerby in the buttocks. The man cried out in pain and ran away.

"Hero, you mustn't!" Tan Wenjie shouted. "Don't rob the rich to help the poor, and definitely don't kill people to cover it up!"

Wang Huacheng suddenly saw a figure rushing towards him, and then heard someone shouting things like "Rob the rich to help the poor" and "Kill to silence witnesses".

If it's about acting on behalf of Heaven and righting wrongs, Wang Huacheng is not afraid.

He was used to bullying men and women, and what he feared most were people who were after money. In his view, killing for money was more believable than acting on behalf of heaven.

My own father would disregard human life for money.

"Hero, spare my life! Quick, someone come quick, protect me!" Wang Huacheng haphazardly pulled people in front of him to shield him.

The scene was chaotic. Just as Miss Shi said, some people were really joining in the commotion, making it difficult to distinguish between what was real and what was fake. Wang Huacheng's evil act of bullying Qiao Sheng and forcibly seizing the land without regard for the contract also came to an abrupt end, and he fled in disgrace.

The rich are more concerned about their lives, while the poor, who have nothing, dare to risk their lives. Wang Huacheng's family truly had mountains of gold and silver.

Miss Shi stared at Tan Wenjie in astonishment.

"you……"

"It's all what I should do."

Nobody wants to praise you.

However, seeing that Qiao Sheng, whom she had fallen in love with at first sight, was safe and sound, Miss Shi could not care about anything else.

Tan Wenjie wisely chose to run away. He didn't want to suffer any more physical pain during his demonic test if Wang Huacheng came back later.

Just after he turned a corner, a figure blocked his way.

It was that passerby A, who was looking at Tan Wenjie with a resentful expression.

"This gentleman..." Tan Wenjie stared at the other man's face for a while, "the one who likes to decorate his left cheek with shoe prints, do you need something from me?"

The other party said, "Young master, I am here to help you become an immortal."

"Oh." Tan Wenjie nodded calmly, took a step to the left, and walked around the other person.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" The man with the shoe print on his face turned around and jogged to stop Tan Wenjie again. "I've cultivated in the temple my whole life and developed a pair of divine eyes. I can see that if you, young master, were to cultivate immortality, you would definitely succeed."

Tan Wenjie seemed to believe the other party and asked in a friendly manner, "May I ask which school or sect you belong to?"

"The Immortal Cultivation Sect." He cleared his throat. "If you become my disciple, you will surely become an immortal within a hundred years."

After speaking, he slightly raised his face, which bore the imprint of his shoe, and waited for Tan Wenjie to kneel down and kowtow to become his disciple.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He stopped talking, simply took a step and continued to walk around it.

After being blocked several times while trying to find his way around, Tan Wenjie asked, "So that's why you've been bothering me?"

"This is a golden opportunity!" The other person explained to Tan Wenjie earnestly, "You are just a scholar. Even if you can pass the imperial examination and become an official in the mortal world, you will still be buried after a few decades. Even if you are an honest official and are summoned to the underworld to become a deity after death, you can only be considered a ghost or god. How can you be as carefree as the gods in heaven?"

Are immortals carefree and at ease? Tan Wenjie pondered his own life.

Aside from playing chess with fairies, eating mooncakes together, watching fairies dance, and listening to fairies sing, life was mundane and utterly boring.

Seeing that Tan Wenjie seemed to be thinking, he drawled, "Amazing~"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

"Oh my god!"

"..."

"Immortal... Damn it, why did you hit me?"

"That's exactly what I'm going to do, you buzzing around like a mosquito." Tan Wenjie clenched his fist. "If you keep nagging, I'll leave a shoe print on your right cheek too!"

Seeing that the other person still wanted to speak, Tan Wenjie raised a finger: "Hey, stop following me!"

He looked back several times, and only after confirming that the other person was not following him did he breathe a sigh of relief and quicken his pace toward home.

Just after Tan Wenjie left, a passerby with shoe prints on his face shook his head and sighed.

"The path to immortality may be arduous, but it will eventually be broad."

His divine eyes could not see through Tan Wenjie's past and future lives, but they could see that he had a noble destiny. Such a person would surely achieve great things if he became an immortal, but if he chose to struggle in the mortal world, he would be intolerant of thorns and his path would be full of twists and turns. Moreover, because of his noble destiny, he would surely cause upheaval.

Or perhaps, they die on the road.

He was conflicted about whether or not to help the other person.

I only wanted to cultivate immortality; I didn't intend to change the world.

……

[Rating: 1]

Tan Wenjie walked down the street, scanning his own ratings.

This point came from when he helped Qiao Sheng out of a predicament.

There are two possibilities: one, he intervened to help those in need; two, as the "protagonist," it's easier to get a good score by being near him.

He leaned more towards the first possibility: the demons had little to do with his demonic trials; the chaotic world was probably the main reason.

The direction is clear; all that's left is to test them one by one.

Just then, an old woman with her grandson was begging in front of him, and Tan Wenjie took out some small pieces of silver and walked over.

"Ding Dong."

The money was put into the bowl.

"Xiaolong, quickly kowtow." The old woman pressed her grandson's head down to kowtow to Tan Wenjie and then recounted her own experiences.

It turned out that there was a famine in the north, and the family came south, but they were attacked by bandits. Their son was killed and their wife was kidnapped, leaving only an old man and a young boy. The bandits thought they were wasting food, so they abandoned them by the roadside.

They begged their way here.

Tan Wenjie watched as the rating increased to 2.

After bidding farewell to the grandfather and grandson, Tan Wenjie took the money and tried various methods. He eventually discovered that doing good deeds, acting righteously, and judging justice could earn him points, but similarly, if he committed evil or aided and abetted wrongdoing, he would lose points.

Furthermore, even if the goal is to eliminate evil, if the standards are not properly applied, points will still be deducted.

After a busy day, when Tan Wenjie stopped to massage his aching back, he discovered that his score was only 5 and his wallet was half empty.

"That's it for the day, time to go home."

We'll discuss the rating tomorrow. Since doing good deeds can improve the rating, being a generous benefactor is the easiest thing to do. If you want to help a poor person, saying encouraging words to them or providing psychological counseling is useless; all you need to do is give them money.

It's far from enough to rely on your own spending; making money is too slow, and spending money is also too slow.

"Becoming an official is feasible."

Serving as a local official means protecting the people in one's area. As long as one is honest and upright, one will definitely receive a very high rating.

When it comes to being an official, the higher the rank, the more people one can help.

"If that's the case, why don't I just become the emperor?"

A single policy that benefits the people can help countless individuals.

One cannot become emperor by relying on the imperial examination.

"Is this where you distribute the money?"

A voice rudely interrupted Tan Wenjie's thoughts. He turned his head and saw a burly man.

It turns out that Tan Wenjie's ostentatious distribution of money everywhere attracted the attention of some people.

The burly man said, "My family is starving, so I'll lend you some money to buy meat to help me recover."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He had robbed others many times, but this was the first time he had been robbed himself.

He has lost all his skills, but he still has experience in fighting enemies.

Stones flew from a distance.

"Ouch!"

The burly man clutched his calf and collapsed to the ground.

"Aaaaaah!" A passerby with shoe prints on his face yelled and rushed over, swinging his fists wildly as he ran.

Upon seeing this, the burly man cried out in alarm, staggered to his feet, and limped away.

"Are you alright?" The stranger-looking man stopped in front of Tan Wenjie, panting heavily.

Tan Wenjie asked in surprise, "Your hidden weapons are so powerful."

The passerby scratched his head in confusion: "What hidden weapon? I've been secretly following you. But there's something I have to criticize you for. Doing good deeds isn't done like this. How can you hand out money on the street?"

Tan Wenjie turned around to look, but there was no one else around.

"If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?" (End of Chapter)