Judge of the Song Dynasty Chapter 251: The era of literary giants

This is really a plan that can't keep up with the changes.

Zhang Fei never expected that Sima Guang would have the idea of ​​writing.

This cannot be refused, it must be satisfied.

Zhang Fei hurriedly asked someone to bring a pen, ink and paper.

Because Sima Guang was interested in Xu Zhiqian's article, and he was thinking like a spring, so he didn't need to think too much, and wrote an article soon.

"Wow, Master Sima is really brilliant. This article is written in a smooth and smooth manner, which is amazing. It's a joy! It's a joy!"

Zhang Fei took the article that Sima Guang had just written, his eyes were full of tears, his mouth was full of foam, and he was very excited.

Sima Guang looked sideways at his sincere interpretation, but didn't say a word.

"Uh, why is Bachelor Sima looking at me like this?"

Zhang Fei asked with some trepidation.

Sima Guang said with a chuckle: "Stop sycophanting, you two, do you know how to appreciate this article?"

I praise you so much, but you belittle me like this, it's really unsatisfactory. Zhang Fei smiled embarrassingly, but was speechless.

To be honest, apart from the fact that the writing is really good, he really can't understand what is so good about this article.

As far as his literary quality is concerned, as long as he can get the words and read them smoothly, it is very good.

Sima Guang Fu Xu said: "Let's just say that writing articles is indeed talented. I don't agree with Wang Jiefu in other aspects, but this article is the only one I have exhausted my whole life. , I’m afraid I can’t write about him.”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Zhang Fei again, and changed the topic: "But a stupid bird flies first, and hard work can make up for it. You can't stop writing just because you can't write well. If you always ask Qianer to write for you, then you will never write." Difficult to improve."

His literary attainments are actually very remarkable. He is a great contemporary writer, and few people in history can match him. And the two brothers Su Shi and Su Zhe covered up his sharpness.

In this age of geniuses, Sima Guang can only insist on the idea that hard work can make up for one's weakness.

It is true that he can make up for his weakness with hard work, but he is also definitely a genius.

This is really scary.

The most frustrating thing in life is to discover that a genius works harder than you.

Zhang Fei completely gave up his efforts in this area. What he requires of himself is to practice neat fonts and fluent sentences so that everyone can understand them.

If you take one more step, he won't go.

It really doesn't make sense.

He works as a porter of one article at most.

That's all.

"Yes."

Zhang Fei still responded: "Zhang San will definitely keep the lesson of Sima University in his heart."

Sima Guang saw that his expression was not sincere at all, and knew that he was just trying to put himself off, so he stopped talking. After all, everyone has their own ambitions, and suddenly said with a serious face: "I just praised Wang Jiefu, you must not tell Wang Jiefu , otherwise, I can't spare you."

"Oh, I know, I know, I will definitely not say it."

Zhang Fei nodded again and again, thinking, this pair of enemies.

But Sima Guang can't leave now, because Zhang Fei has to take his article, go to the workshop, compare it, and see which words in the article do not have movable type. If not, they must be revised .

After all, no one can change Sima Guang's article here, he can only change it himself.

Fortunately, Sima Guang also paid attention to this, and tried to use some more commonly used characters. In the end, there were only twelve characters, and there was no movable type, which was less than Xu Zhiqian's articles.

After the modification, Sima Guang left.

"Sanlang, what should I do?"

Hou Donglai looked at Zhang Fei eagerly.

Zhang Fei asked: "What should I do?"

Hou Donglai said: "Are we printing the articles written by Sima Dashi, or by Mrs. Xu?"

Zhang Fei pondered for a while, and said: "Everything is printed. Zhiqian's words are still as agreed before, but the price of the articles of Sima University is ten yuan more, and the quantity is also printed by five hundred copies. Keep it, and if it is popular, continue to print."

Hou Donglai nodded, "Yes, I understand."

After finishing his orders, Zhang Fei also went home in a carriage.

When he got home, he told Xu Zun and his daughter about it.

Xu Zun is also a literati, and he can understand Sima Guang. If he is not the person involved, he will write it himself. Writing articles is the greatest hobby of literati. /

But Xu Zhiqian complained: "Zhang San, since the Sima University scholar has written it, don't print my article, it will make people laugh at me."

She also has self-knowledge, putting her article and Sima Guang's together, hers is shit, the gap is too big.

"Not the same."

Zhang Fei said: "Scholar Sima wrote it completely according to his own ideas, and I dare not intervene. If you compare it, your article is more to my liking, so I decided to print it all."

Sima Guang's article hides too many private goods, and it also promotes his idea of ​​saving money and hiding wealth for the people. Xu Zhiqian's article was discussed by them, and the two are actually different.

Xu Zhiqian said anxiously: "You didn't lie to me, did you? If I was laughed at, I would settle the score with you."

Zhang Fei said: "Don't worry, I will post your articles separately. The small teahouses on the side of the road will post your articles, and the Baifanlou will post articles by Sima University."

Xu Zhiqian nodded: "This is more or less the same."

She didn't want to name it.

She felt extremely embarrassed thinking about it.

If Sima Guang and the others disdain to write, then she thinks it doesn't matter, but if Sima Guang writes, then she thinks it is very embarrassing.

There is a saying that raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while.

The artisans at the genuine bookstore have been engaged in R&D and preparation for the past six months. Can't make money?

Now it can be regarded as coming to business, and everyone is like a chicken blood, and they are doing their lives.

Soon, the first paper newspaper in history was published.

At the same time, Zhang Fei also released news that he was going to put the newspaper in various restaurants and teahouses for sale.

The shopkeepers of the major restaurants immediately came upon hearing the news.

Everyone is not stupid.

The previous tabloid has been fermenting for many days, and the sudden response is really eye-catching.

Gimmicky.

If other restaurants have them, but yours doesn't, then the loss may not be the numbers on paper, it may even affect the status.

Hou Donglai, who has worked in printing for many years, finally experienced the feeling of being a master.

It is very domineering to tell those shopkeepers to keep the money, and send people here to pick up the goods on the fourth watch three days later.

It's that simple.

Inspection?

Hehe!

Whether you like to buy or not.

The shopkeepers kept the money honestly without saying a word, and they didn't even know that what they bought was Sima Guang's article.

"The shopkeeper, how are you doing?"

Hong Zhong asked quietly.

Hou Donglai said: "All are sold."

"What? They're all sold?" Hong Zhong said in shock, "It's so expensive, does anyone buy it?"

This pricing has scared their craftsmen, which has already reached ten times the profit.

Hou Donglai said: "Maybe we sold it at a lower price, and the shopkeeper came here, but no one said it was expensive."

Hong Zhong was scratching his head when he heard this, how could he, such a humble man, understand this, he just found it incredible.

It's much more profitable than printing books.

This time it is really developed.

Three days later, Alum Building.

Early in the morning, Fan Yong and his son brought more than 20 maidservants and stood in front of the door to greet the guests, because in the first two days, the private seats and private rooms in the Baifan Building were all reserved.

And they all come from big backgrounds, Han Qi, Zeng Gongliang, Cao Ping, Gu Ji and so on.

They are all court ministers, relatives of the emperor.

The last time he was the judge of the third division.

Because this matter also involves the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, so when everyone heard that the other party was going to fight back, they must come to find out.

There are even quite a few scholar-bureaucrats who sent someone to order it themselves, but the reply they got was that it was sold out, so they could only go to the restaurant to see it.

As soon as Han Qi sat down, he ignored the beautiful scenery outside the window and the delicious food in Baifanlou, and said to Fan Yong directly: "Didn't you say there are tabloids to read? Where are the tabloids?"

At his age, how can he be in the mood to come here early in the morning for breakfast, just to read the newspaper.

"Han Xianggong, please wait a moment."

Fan Yong hurriedly ordered the maidservant to fetch a tabloid.

Han Qi took the tabloid, "Is this a tabloid?"

Fan Yong hurriedly replied: "Yes, you can read it after opening it."

Han Qi nodded and opened the newspaper, which definitely opened up a new world!

Fan Yong asked carefully again: "What would Mr. Han want to eat?"

This is a restaurant, not a library, I can't just read newspapers!

"Huh?"

Han Qi glanced at him, and then at the old servant beside him.

The old servant hurriedly pulled Fan Yong away, and ordered a few breakfasts that Han Qi liked.

Han Qi was soon fascinated, but as he looked at it, he suddenly frowned, "This style of writing is quite familiar, as if I've seen it before."

Looking towards the end, he said in surprise: "Sima Junshi? So it was written by Sima Junshi, no wonder it looks familiar, why!"

He quickly called Fan Yong over again.

"Member, why did Sima Junshi write this article?"

"Xiao Min didn't know about Mr. Han's words." Fan Yong explained: "We only found out this morning that two copies were printed at the genuine bookstore this time, and one was written by Mrs. Xu. One was written by Sima University."

"Miss Xu?"

"It's Xu Sishi's daughter, Xu Zhiqian."

"Oh."

Han Qi nodded, "Excuse me and bring me a copy."

Fan Yong said: "Yes."

Originally, Xu Zhiqian's article would not be published in the Alumni Building, but Fan Zheng asked for a few copies based on his relationship.

Because the protagonist of this matter is Xu Zun, Xu Zhiqian must represent Xu Zun, this is the real response.

Han Qi is also a great writer, usually he would not like Xu Zhiqian's articles, but today he also wants to read them.

After Fan Yong left, Han Qi looked carefully again, nodded frequently and said: "As expected of Sima Junshi, this writing is sophisticated, not bad, not bad, really good writing."

The style of Sima Guang's article is simple and unpretentious, but it hides very brilliant skills, which are many times better than those old marketing accounts, although they do the same thing.

He cleverly focused on taking into account the ideas of the landlords, that is to say, they all felt that this cut was very unfair to the landlords, so this meeting took place.

Tell everyone very euphemistically that we are not targeting the landlords, but thinking of the landlords.

If the landlord is not considered, then there is no need to discuss it.

As for Xu Zun's statement, it was just mentioned casually during the discussion. He even wrote down the original words at that time, saying that they did not agree with this, including Xu Zun. .

Then he began to explain his point of view, saving money, hiding wealth from the people, and governing the world together. He connected these three concepts with the tenants, such as saving money and hiding wealth from the people. Not at all, and not entirely the landlord's fault.

As for co-ruling the world, he directly came up with a move to kill.

It means that the scholar-bureaucrats regard the world as their own responsibility, and many scholar-bureaucrats have come forward to face difficulties in the local area. How could it endanger the stability of the place? He also gave an example. .

This method has no effect on scholar-bureaucrats, they are just worried that villains will provoke trouble from it.

Anyway, it is full of private goods.

And his ideas are in the same line as Fan Zhongyan and the others, and Han Qi is one of the gentlemen of Qingli, so of course he agrees.

I was fascinated by it, but when I watched it, I suddenly felt that there was a lot of people outside.

Han Qi couldn't help getting up and going outside the private room. Looking around, he saw that the building was already overcrowded, either court officials or retired scholar-bureaucrats.

Everyone is holding tabloids, talking and arguing endlessly.

This made Han Qi's thoughts seem to return to his youth, when he talked about current affairs with Fu Bi and other friends, how beautiful it was at that time.

The consumption in this Alum building is not cheap, and there are few in the court who are richer than him. He must be sitting in the best private room and enjoying the best service, but at this moment, he feels very lonely again. Tabloids cannot be read alone.

Suddenly caught sight of Zeng Gongliang and others sitting in the private seat, and he walked over in a hurry.

Of course Wang Anshi knew about this, but he would not come to such a luxurious place as Baifanlou. With the mortgage on his back, he went to the tavern closer to the imperial city to take a look, and then he went to work on the way, but he saw Sima Guang's article.

This early morning affects the mood!

"As expected of a Bachelor of Sima University, this article is really well written!"

"I really don't know why the officials believe in Wang Jiefu. It is obvious that Sima University's philosophy is more reasonable."

Wang Anshi sat in the corner with the newspaper alone, covered his face with the newspaper, read Sima Guang's article, and listened to Sima Guang's compliments at the next table. .

Is this article well written?

I really don't know what to say.

I bah!