The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

It was noisy in front of Wenyuan Bookstore in the early morning, but Liang Yuan's roar calmed everyone, and everyone looked at Liang Yuan.

There were at least 600 people here, but at this moment, they were silent, all staring at Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan was dumbfounded. After all, he was a young man in his early twenties, and his face was red. After a while, he repeated in a much lower voice than before: "Reading "The West Chamber" will make you fall in love, and reading "The Pillow" will make you a great scholar!" Then he pointed helplessly at the banners and banners on the ox cart.

Many scholars snorted coldly. They received the education of the Holy Way, so they naturally looked down on Liang Yuan, who was a sensationalist, but the banner was named Fang Yun, so they were also a little curious.

"Fang Yun is a double-class and holy, so what's the matter with the three poems shining together?"

"I heard from the bookseller that the three poems in "The Holy Way" shine together, which is unprecedented."

"You dare to say this before "The Holy Way" is on sale, is there something fishy?"

"It's hard to say, let's wait and see."

In terms of advertising effect, Liang Yuan's roar reached full marks. Everyone knew that he was selling books, but because "The Holy Way" was about to go on sale, no one left the team to buy "The West Chamber".

The Holy Court documents were sold quickly. The sellers were four tongsheng officials of the Holy Court. All four of them knew that Fang Yun had three poems shining together in "The Holy Way". At first, the four of them could hold back, but they couldn't hold back as they sold.

"You've come to the right place today! In today's "Holy Way", our Jing country has four poems, three of which are written by Fang Shuangjia from Dayuan Prefecture, and there is also a poem to protect the country!"

"I've been selling "Holy Way" for so many years, and this is the first time I almost cried. Fang Yun has won the reputation of our Jing people!"

"Remember to turn to page 101 when you get "Holy Way". Fang Yun from Dayuan Prefecture has three poems that shine together, and one poem protects the country. You don't need to read other poems!"

The words of the four book sellers were like a spark, igniting the hundreds of people present.

One person held up "Holy Way" and shouted: "It's really three poems shining together! Fang Yun from Ji County is Fang Shuangjia! He really protects the country."

"Awesome! Awesome! It's actually commented by a great scholar, so rare!"

"Buy it quickly in front, I want to see the poem to protect the country! I want to see the comment of a great scholar!"

"Don't push, don't push!"

The people who bought the book were extremely anxious, and the people who bought the book were overjoyed. Many people took the book and walked out of the crowd to read it.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Some people wearing tongsheng or even xiucai clothes did not leave, but gathered together to discuss happily. Then they began to "imitate the poem" on the spot, that is, to change a few words in "the sound of chickens in the thatched tavern in the moon, the footprints of people on the plank bridge in the frost" to form a new poem.

Some people changed it to "the sound of birds in the thatched tavern in the trees, the leaves floating on the water of the plank bridge", and some people changed it to "the sound of cranes in the thatched tavern in the rain, the wild scenery of the plank bridge in the spring", but after everyone changed it for a long time, no one felt that it could compare with the original poem.

Everyone knew that they could not compare with Fang Yun, but they were still satisfied because Fang Yun was from Dayuan Prefecture.

Liang Yuanze kept staring at the xiucai tongshengs. Seeing that they were about to disperse, he shouted: "Fang Yun's new book is on sale! "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Pillow Book" are combined into one book. Take a look at the "The Pillow Book" in May's "The Way of the Holy" in advance! Come and buy it!"

Many people did not believe in the three poems shining together before, but the 101st page of "The Way of the Holy" in April was in their hands. It was an ironclad fact and they could not help but believe it.

The scholars who had bought "The Holy Way" walked towards Liang Yuan and the ten connected ox carts with half belief and half doubt.

"Is it really the work of Fang Shuangjia?"

"Of course, you see, this book has a preface written by Zhou Zhubu of the Academy of Literature. If we dare to forge it, do we still want to live? You can read ten pages for free. If it is not as good as the popular novels before, I will take off my head and let you play polo!"

"Then take a look first."

More than a dozen scholars picked up the "Romance of the Western Chamber" piled on the cart and read it silently. Seeing the preface written by Zhou Zhubu and the signature of Fang Yun, they no longer doubted and continued to read.

"This sentence is novel, it looks really convenient and clear at a glance."

"Not bad, it is indeed different."

"I feel a little awkward."

After a while, someone suddenly slammed the book shut and said, "I bought it! I can't read it anymore. If I read it again, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear to go home!" After that, he took out five big coins and threw them directly to Liang Yuan, and took the book and left.

"It's nothing, but it's more interesting than ordinary strange stories." The man didn't admit it, but still counted out fifty coins and handed them to Liang Yuan.

"This book is really rare. It swept away the strange stories of the ten countries. Who else can have such great talent except Fang Yun?"

"In fact, I believed from the beginning that he was not a liar. Although Jianmei Gong is now the head of the state literary academy, he killed wolves and ghosts with a poem "Wind and Rain Sword Poem" and made them cry and howl. A talented ancient sword actually produced a few blood lines, and even those old soldiers did not dare to approach him. The queen mother called him Jianmei Gong not only because his eyebrows were like swords, but also because his talent was like a sword. I dare not use his name even if I want to die."

"That's right. Everyone knows that Li Wenying, the university scholar, is famous for killing people. No one dares to use his name."

Everyone found that "The Romance of the West Chamber" was really good and began to actively protect the book.

These students and scholars became the best advertisements, and many people who were not very determined to begin with began to buy books.

Influenced by Fang Yun's literary reputation, more and more people began to buy "Romance of the Western Chamber".

From the morning until after eight o'clock, people were still coming and going in front of Wenyuan Bookstore. These people originally only wanted to buy "Shengdao" and "Wenbao", but ten ox carts were always going back and forth nearby. Even if many people did not buy books, they remembered Sanwei Bookstore and Fang Yun's new books.

Ten bullock carts were in front of the Wenyuan bookstore, and more than twenty booksellers pushed the carts to various parts of Dayuanfu City, hawking along the streets.

"The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Story of the Pillow" began to circulate in a small area, and within a few days, all the readers in the city would know that Fang Yun had released new books.

Fang Yun went to the Fang Clan School to teach as usual. Near noon, he went to the Beginning of Xia Wenhui with He Yutang, a teacher who also received the invitation.

After getting on Fang Yun's carriage, He Yutang looked around and said, "Fang Yun, your carriage is pretty good. You can't afford it for a hundred taels of silver."

"You are a great scholar, do you still value this carriage?" Fang Yun said with a smile.

"If I could return to the county to be an official and give up the imperial examination, this hundred taels of silver would be nothing. But now I am making a living in the city. Although I have other income besides teaching, the cost is also high. There are no poor scholars in the ten countries, but There are not many rich scholars . I will take the exam for another five years. If I am over 35 and still fail, I will go back to the county and try to become a lecturer in the liberal arts college. If I still can't do it for another three years, I will work as a small official. I will still be in Fang clan school and Fucheng. Some connections, that’s the benefit of staying in Fucheng.”

"That's right." Fang Yun finally understood the difficulties of these scholars.

"When I return to my hometown, you will be at least a county magistrate or even a prefect. Maybe I will go to you to make a living." He Yutang said.

"How could I become the prefect in seven or eight years, and Brother He looked down on himself too much." Fang Yun said.

He Yutang blushed and said, "I have to plan for my future and my children and grandchildren. That is to say, you don't have much property, otherwise I really want to join you."

"Ah?" Fang Yun looked at He Yutang in confusion. A scholar turned to Tong Sheng?

He Yutang coughed slightly and said: "I'm not as good at reading as you, but I can't be wrong about people. Even if I am wrong, the general will not be wrong. Let alone a child, even a scholar is not worthy of him." Come to the door in person. If you are short of staff in the future, you might as well ask me."

"Since Brother He said so, if I have anything to ask for in the future, I hope Brother He will lend a helping hand." Fang Yun did not expect that someone would come closer to him so quickly. Dayuan Mansion has more than 10,000 children participating in the government examination every year, but A total of only fifty to eighty talents were admitted.

"The planner is so polite." He Yutang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Yun said: "To be honest, my bookstore is really short of people, especially people with high literary degrees like Brother He."

"When a bookstore becomes big, it will be a big business. The literary styles of the ten countries are so prosperous. In addition to food, clothing, housing and transportation, everything related to reading can be made big and passed on from generation to generation." He Yutang said.

"Whether I can afford a scholar like you depends on how well my books sell today." Fang Yun said.

"Since the bookstore is yours, it must be selling well."

"I'm confident in the long run, but I don't know what the short-term returns will be." Fang Yun said.

He Yutang frowned slightly, thinking that Fang Yun didn't look like a short-sighted person, how could he say such a thing, but he didn't feel disgusted, but comforted: "The bookstore is to have a steady stream of water, to slowly expand its reputation, and not to open three doors. Years, I can’t tell whether to lose or gain.”

Fang Yun heard what he meant and didn't want to talk about the bookstore anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "I haven't participated in the Lixia Literary Society yet, what do you think?"

"Explanation? Big or small, it's not too small. The weather around the beginning of summer is close to spring, so the Lixia literary festival often writes poems with the theme of "spring". It is usually a poetry meeting, and occasionally it will be a poetry meeting, but it has already There has been no poetry meeting for more than ten years. After all, the talents of scholars are limited, and classical poetry is easier to write than poetry. However, there are often poetry meetings at the Lixia Literary Examination in the evening. This literary meeting is actually used to promote the reputation of the children of famous families. "

"Is there still such a thing?"

"Think about it, how can ordinary people have the financial resources to hold this kind of cultural gathering? You need to choose a venue, have food and drinks, have a singer and a host of wine, and there must always be a lottery reward. A cultural gathering cannot be bought without two thousand taels of silver. No matter how big the family fortune is, it cannot withstand such hardships. Those people's poems are all written in advance by famous writers at high prices, and they can only change a few words at most. How can ordinary people compare with the 90% chance of winning the first prize in a literary society, unless someone is unlucky and encounters a fierce dragon crossing the river, like you. "He Yutang laughed at the end.

Fang Yun said: "Thank you, Brother He, for reminding me. Since someone else has paid a lot of money for this literary meeting, it would be unbecoming of a gentleman for us to go and eat and drink for free. It would be unbecoming of a gentleman to steal the limelight. I will just go and have a look. I will leave when the leader of the literary meeting is decided." , If you leave early, my people will be embarrassed."

He Yutang pondered for a moment and said: "Allow me to judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. I am afraid that the seven or eight scholars who came to invite you from Lishan Society are being used as pens. They should be the masters of the main society of Lishan." Let them come, otherwise just inviting you will not bring so many people together.”

"How do you say it?" Fang Yun had some vague guesses, but after all, he had just arrived in Fucheng and didn't know the hidden story, so he wasn't sure yet.