Chapter 37

Early in the morning, it was noisy in front of the Wenyuan bookstore, but Liang Yuan roared to calm everyone, and everyone looked at Liang Yuan together.

At least 600 people were here, but there was no sound at the moment, all staring at Liang Yuan alone.

Liang Yuan was silly. After all, he was a young man in his early twenties. His face flushed. After a while, he repeated in a much lower voice: "I saw the talks in the west chamber, and I saw in the pillow as a great scholar!" and then helplessly pointed to the banners and banners on the ox cart.

Many scholars hum coldly. They accept the holy Tao education. Naturally, they despise Liang Yuan's grandstanding, but they are also curious about the banner with the name of Fang Yun.

"Fang Yun is double armour and holy front. What's the matter with the three poems?"

"I heard the bookseller say that the three poems in the holy way share the same brilliance, which is unprecedented."

"If you dare to say that before the holy way is on sale, will it be fishy?"

"It's hard to say. Wait and see."

In terms of advertising effect, Liang Yuan's roar reached full marks. Everyone knew that he sold books, but no one left the team to buy the story of the west chamber because the holy way was about to sell.

The documents of the holy courtyard were soon sold. The book was sold by the child students and officials of the four holy courtyards. The four people knew that Fang Yun had three poems in the holy way. At the beginning, the four people could not help but sell them.

"You are right to come today! In today's holy way, we have four poems in Jingguo, three of which are from Fang Shuangjia of Dayuan mansion, and there is also a town poem!"

"The holy way, which has been sold for so many years, almost cried for the first time. Fang Yun gave it to the people of Jingguo to fight for breath!"

"When you get the holy way, remember to turn directly to page 101. The three poems of Fang Yun of Dayuan mansion are Tonghui. One poem is to town the country. You don't have to read other poems!"

The words of the four book sellers were like a flame, which ignited hundreds of people present.

A man holding the "holy way" shouted: "it's really the same brilliance of three poems! Jixian Fangyun is fangshuangjia! There is really a town."

"Awesome! Awesome! It's actually a comment from a great Confucian. It's too rare!"

"Buy the one in front quickly. I want to see Zhenguo poetry! I want to see the comments of great Confucianism!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

The people who buy books are very anxious. The people who buy books are happy. Many people get the books and go out of the crowd to read them.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Some people in children's clothes and even scholar's clothes didn't go away. They got together and discussed happily. Then they began to "imitate poetry" on the spot, that is, to change a few words of "chicken sound, Maodian month, human trace, Banqiao frost" to form a new poem.

Some people changed it to "the sound of birds, the tree of Maodian, the water of leaf floating slab bridge", others changed it to "the sound of cranes, the rain of Maodian, the spring of wild color slab bridge", but they changed it for a long time, and no one felt that they could compare with the original poem.

Everyone knows that Fang Yun is inferior to Fang Yun, but they are still satisfied, because Fang Yun is from Dayuan mansion.

Liang Yuan kept staring at the young scholars. Seeing that they were about to break up, he shouted: "Fang Yun's new book is on sale! The story of the west chamber and the story of the pillow are combined into one. Look at the story of the pillow in May's holy way in advance! Come and buy it!"

Many people didn't believe in the three poems together before, but page 101 of the holy way in April was in hand. It was an iron fact, so they couldn't help but believe it.

The scholar who had bought the holy way walked to Liang Yuan and ten ox carts connected together.

"Is it really the work of Fang Shuangjia?"

"Of course, you see, this book is the preface of Zhou's book. If we dare to fake, do we still want to live? You can read ten pages for free. If it's not as good as the previous popular novels, I'll take off my head and play polo for you!"

"Let's see first."

More than a dozen readers picked up the story of the West Chamber stacked on the car and looked silently. When they saw the preface of master Zhou's book and the signature of Fang Yun, they no longer doubted and continued to read it.

"This sentence has something new. It looks so convenient and clear at a glance."

"Yes, indeed different."

"I look a little awkward."

After a while, someone suddenly closed the book and said, "buy it! I can't read it anymore. I'm afraid I'm reluctant to go home!" then he took out five big money and threw it directly to Liang Yuan, took the book and left.

"It's nothing, but it's more interesting than ordinary strange novels." the man didn't admit it, but he still counted fifty and handed it to Liang Yuan.

"This book is really rare. It sweeps away the spirit and strange atmosphere of ghosts and monsters in ten countries. Who can have such a talent except Fang Yun?"

"In fact, I believed it was not a liar from the beginning. Although Jianmei Gong is now the king of the state literary academy, he relied on a poem of wind and rain sword in those years The wolf was crying and howling. A talented ancient sword produced several strands of blood. Even the veterans dared not approach him. The Empress Dowager called him Jianmei Gong. It was not just his eyebrows like a sword, but his talent like a sword. Even if I wanted to die, I didn't dare to use his name. "

"It's also true that the killing of bachelor Li Wenying is well known. No one dares to use his name."

People found that the romance of the west chamber was really good and began to take the initiative to maintain it.

These children and scholars have become the best advertisements, and many people who are not very firm have begun to buy books.

Under the influence of Fang Yunwen's name, more and more people began to buy the story of the west chamber.

From the morning until more than eight o'clock, people still came and went in front of the bookstore of the literary academy. Originally, these people only wanted to buy the holy way and Wen Bao, but ten ox carts always walked back and forth nearby. Even if they didn't buy books, many people remembered the new books of Sanwei bookstore and Fang Yun.

Ten ox carts were in front of the bookstore of the literary academy, and more than 20 booksellers pushed their carts to all parts of Dayuan Fucheng and hawked along the street.

The story of the west chamber and the story of the pillow began to spread on a small scale. In a few days, all the readers in the city will know that Fang Yun had shipped out his new book.

As usual, Fang Yun went to the Fang clan school to teach. Near noon, he went to the Lixia cultural conference with a teacher who also received an invitation, he Yuzhe.

When he got on Fang Yun's carriage, he Yu looked around and said, "Fang Yun, your car is good. You can't beat a hundred liang of silver."

"You are a scholar, and this carriage is still in your eyes?" Fang Yun said with a smile.

"If I go back to the county to become an official and give up the imperial examination, this one hundred liang of silver is nothing. But now I earn a living in the mansion. Although I have other income besides teaching, it costs a lot. There are no poor scholars in the ten countries, but there are not many rich scholars. If I pass the examination for five years, if I can't win the examination, I will go back to the county and fight for a leader in the literary academy. If I can't fight for another three years, I will be successful I'm a small official. I still have some contacts in Fang clan school and Fucheng. That's the advantage of staying in Fucheng. "

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

"When I return home, you are at least a county magistrate or even a magistrate. Maybe I will go to you for a living." he Yuyu said.

"In seven or eight years, how could I be the prefect, and brother he is too low on himself." Fang Yun said.

He Yuyu blushed and said, "I always have to plan for my future and children and grandchildren, that is, you don't have any industry, otherwise I really want to go to you."

"Ah?" Fang Yun looked at he Yuyu suspiciously. A scholar took refuge in a child student?

He Yu coughed and said, "I'm not as good at reading as you, but I can't be wrong about people. Even if I'm wrong, the general can't be wrong, let alone a child student. Even a scholar is not worth visiting in person. If you're short of manpower in the future, you might as well ask me."

"Since brother he said so, I hope brother he can lend me a helping hand if I have something to trust in the future." Fang Yun didn't expect someone to approach him so soon. Dayuan mansion has more than 10000 children participating in the government examination a year, but only 50 to 80 scholars are admitted in total.

"You're welcome." he Yuyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Yun said, "to tell you the truth, my bookstore is really short of people, especially high-level talents like brother he."

"The expansion of bookstores is not a small industry. The literary style of the ten countries is too prosperous. In addition to food, clothing, housing and transportation, everything related to reading can be expanded and handed down from generation to generation," he Yuyu said.

"Whether you can afford to hire a scholar depends on how the books sell today." Fang Yun said.

"Since you see the bookstore, it must sell well."

"I'm confident in the long run, but I don't know how the short-term income is," Fang Yun said.

He Yuyu frowned slightly and thought that Fang Yun didn't seem to be a short-sighted person. How could he say such words? However, he didn't resent it, but comforted: "the bookstore is to slowly expand its reputation. Within three years, it can't be seen whether to lose or earn."

Fang Yun heard his implication and didn't want to talk about the bookstore any more, so he changed the topic and said, "I haven't participated in the Lixia cultural conference yet. What do you say?"

"What do you say? It's neither big nor small. The weather around the beginning of summer is close to spring, so Lixia literary club often writes poetry under the title of" spring ". Generally, it is a poetry club, and occasionally it will be a CI club. However, there has been no Ci club for more than ten years. After all, the talent of scholars is limited, and ancient poetry is easier to do than CI. However, there are often CI clubs at the evening Lixia literary club. In fact, it is named It's used by the children of famous families to make their names known. "

"And that?"

"If you think about it, how can ordinary people afford to hold such a cultural meeting? They should choose a venue, have wine and vegetables, have singers and companions, and always have a lottery reward. A cultural meeting can't go down without two thousand Liang silver, and no matter how big their family business can withstand such a toss. Their poems are prepared in advance by famous masters at a high price, and they can't change a few words at most. Ordinary people can't compare. 90% of the cultural meeting lottery There is no suspense, unless someone is unlucky and meets a raptor crossing the river, such as you. "He Yuyu finally smiled.

Fang Yun said, "thank you, brother he, for reminding me that since someone else has made a lot of money in this cultural meeting, it's not a gentleman's demeanor to eat and drink for nothing and steal the limelight. I'll go and have a look. I'll leave when the leader of the cultural meeting is determined. If I leave early, I'll ask my people to face it."

He Yuxuan pondered for a moment and said, "let me spend the belly of a gentleman with a villain's heart. I'm afraid the seven or eight scholars invited by Lishan society are used as pen envoys. It should be the experts of Lishan society who asked them to come, otherwise just inviting you won't let so many people come."

"How to say?" Fang Yun had some conjectures, but after all, he had just arrived in Fucheng. He didn't know the secret, and he wasn't sure.