The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

The ninth year of Zhenguan.

Datang, in a tavern in Pingkangfang, Third Street, East District, Chang'an City.

A young man in plain clothes stood in front of the counter, and an old man with white beard and hair next to him was slowly grinding ink for him.

The boy picked up his pen.

Dip ink.

Put pen to paper.

Done in one go.

Withdrawing the wolf hair, Zhao Chen took two steps back and carefully studied the words in front of him.

There is only one sentence on the paper: The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse. Who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain.

Wherever I put pen to paper, a pair of regular scripts floats like clouds and is as graceful as a frightening dragon.

It is probably very difficult for anyone in the Tang Dynasty to come close to him.

Zhao Chen put down the wolf hair in his hand and sighed slightly.

It has been a year since he traveled to the Tang Dynasty with Golden Finger and he also got a lot of good things from the system.

Originally, Zhao Chen was planning to do something big in this world.

Who knew that my body would be born with a hidden disease?

Being born with asthma, one has to be careful even when breathing, let alone when traveling far away.

More importantly, what Zhao Chen got from the system did not include medical treatment.

This made Zhao Chen feel like he had punched cotton.

Shaking his head, Zhao Chen's personal attributes panel appeared in his mind.

Host Zhao Chen

Age 16

Very weak constitution

Skills: calligraphy, musical instrument, cooking, planting, brewing, painting...

A backpack containing ten kilograms of tomato seeds, ten kilograms of pepper seeds, ten kilograms of potato seeds, drawings for making a bobbin cart, making a curved shaft plow, and a manual for making cream cakes...

There were quite a lot of things, even Zhao Chen didn't use much.

After all, his body doesn't allow him to walk around outside for a long time.

It's not like Zhao Chen never thought about finding Sun Simiao, the famous doctor in the Tang Dynasty.

But the king of medicine travels around the world to treat injuries and illnesses, how can he say that

Can you find it by looking for it?

Sun Simiao could not be found, so Zhao Chen had no choice but to take some medicine according to the prescription prescribed by the doctor in Chang'an City to suppress the disease.

I just write in the pub every day, plant flowers and plants in the backyard, and occasionally go to the kitchen to make some food to reward myself.

Life is not particularly boring.

Because mood swings are also the cause of asthma, Zhao Chen gradually developed a mentality of being unfazed.

For Zhao Chen, he still wanted to make a career in Datang.

But with such a body, it is obviously impossible to kill the enemy in battle.

However, the imperial examination is even more difficult.

In the early Tang Dynasty, the imperial examination was still monopolized by aristocratic families, and admission tickets to the imperial examination were recommended by officials of the fifth rank and above in the court.

Zhao Chen's parents died early, and now he only has Uncle Fu by his side.

Although his family is well off, trying to get recommended by officials of the fifth rank or above is nothing more than a dream.

Zhao Chen also understood, so he left his hometown in Lantian County, bought a small shop in Pingkangfang, Chang'an City, and opened a tavern.

Not only to see the prosperity of the Tang capital, but also to find a way out for myself.

Dong, congratulations to the host for completing Calligraphy 1. The calligraphy is actually full and cannot be upgraded. The experience value gained is 0...

Hearing the sound of the system, Zhao Chen looked calm on his face.

I don’t blame this cheating system, it just doesn’t give me medical skills.

As a result, he can't go out or take a second step.

Fortunately, over the past year, Zhao Chen has also carefully exercised his body, and it is much better than when he first traveled through time.

However, what makes Zhao Chen quite curious is that asthma is mostly hereditary.

But according to the old servant Fu Bo who watched him grow up.

None of Zhao Chen's parents have asthma.

So where does this asthma come from?

Zhao Chen couldn't figure it out and could only blame himself for his bad luck.

Uncle Fu next to him had already helped frame the dried words on the wall, his face full of joy.

The master's calligraphy is so exquisite, he will definitely be able to stand out in the future.

It's almost noon, what do you want to eat, sir? Uncle Fu asked with a smile.

Let's braise the pork. Remember to put some wine in the pot for a while to get rid of the fishy smell of the meat...

Sir, the doctor said that you should eat lighter. This meat... Uncle Fu looked at Zhao Chen worriedly.

Zhao Chen is ill, so it's best not to eat anything heavy with oil or fishy smell.

Uncle Fu has watched Zhao Chen grow up and is absolutely loyal to Zhao Chen.

Naturally, he was extremely worried about Zhao Chen's health.

Uncle Fu, just once... Zhao Chen said with a smile.

Alas - Uncle Fu sighed, turned around and went to the kitchen.

…

Outside the tavern, two figures appeared.

The two of them looked at the ink-lettered signboard of Wangyou Tavern in front of them, and couldn't move their eyes away.

One of them, a middle-aged man in brocade and satin, who was not angry and proud, suddenly said, Auxiliary machine, what do you think of this word?

This is a wonderful word! I am not as good as him! Changsun Wuji beside him shook his head, his face full of surprise.

As the minister of the Tang Dynasty, Changsun Wuji assisted Emperor Li Shimin in handling government affairs and had seen more than tens of thousands of memorials.

But no one, be it a great scholar, a great scholar or a high-ranking official, can have such writing power.

The pen on the sign looks like a swimming dragon, something Li Shimin himself had never seen before.

He was now a little impulsive and wanted to take off the sign and take it back to the palace to copy it.