I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 84 "Talking about Hundred Demons"

Hearing what Fan Zhengxiong said, Xiao Li took the paper in doubt, pursed his lips, and also looked down at the article in his hand.

The two of them read the article on Zhupin, and after a while, Xiao Li also felt something in his heart.

What Fan Zhengxiong said is correct, the article in his hand is indeed good, the intention is comparable to the previous article, and some of the content during the period is even more in line with the thinking of today's literati.

Although there are no famous sentences as eye-catching as the previous article, after reading it, Xiao Li was also moved with emotion.

If I read this article first, I might choose it.

On the other hand, when the article started, Fan Zhengxiong immediately admired the slender and decent font of the article, which made the article a little more interesting.

And as Fan Zhengxiong continued to look into it, seeing the profound meaning in the article, his eyes gradually lit up.

An article persuading learning, finally let the other party interpret it, which makes people full of respect for learning. This kind of literary means has already been praised by everyone.

Among them, there are frequent golden sentences, almost every sentence points to the most primitive desire in the hearts of scholars.

Reading is not only for the realization of personal value, but also for the realization of the righteousness of the family and the country!

This is an article that does not conceal my own thoughts and desires. Every word reveals deep longing and blatant madness. But after reading the entire article, it makes people feel that their hearts are full of power, as if everything in front of them is promising. As long as you pick up the scroll and read it hard.

Fan Zhengxiong, like Xiao Li, saw the bottom all the way, and then raised his head in panic.

The eyes of the two people met immediately, and they both saw wry smiles on each other's faces.

"Sir, this..."

Xiao Li asked, Fan Zhengxiong also had a bit of emotion on his face, but he still picked up a pen and drew a red circle on the paper.

"For these two articles, let's enter the top three first. After the other reviewers finish judging the papers, we will rank high and low."

The two reached an agreement by coincidence, and immediately packed up the things in front of them.

It was already late at night, and the two of them were resting in the room of the examination institute, but for some reason, after lying down in their clothes, they tossed and turned a little bit. Inwardly, at this moment, there is actually a bit of emotion.

In the middle of the night, the two adults sighed one after another in their respective rooms, and then sat up cross-legged, holding candles to read at night after a long absence.

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Song Mu, who had slept soundly all night, didn't know that a classic article he wrote last night made the two adults go to work today with dark circles under their eyes.

Song Mu slept comfortably for a lazy sleep, chasing the tail of the morning, insisting on morning reading by the small river behind the mansion, and after eating, he greeted the old man in the mansion, and Song Mu carried what he wrote last night. Those things go out.

After all, this Jizhou mansion is prosperous, the literary style is flourishing, and there are more bookstores. The books sold range from Four Books and Five Classics, Jing Yi Ce Discussions, Ancient Books and Poems, Agriculture and Pharmacy.Then there are travel notes, storytelling, and biography.

Song Mu walked around several streets, carefully checked the locations and sizes of several bookstores, and looked at the customers stopping in front of them, and finally chose one of them called 'Yingxuefang' book shop.

This bookstore opened on the main street in the south of Jizhou City, occupying three storefronts. The first floor is a bookstore, and the second floor is converted into a copy shop. There is a big signboard, which looks quite imposing.

When Song Mu walked up to him, there were a dozen or so customers in the store looking through books. Some boys dressed in coarse cloth were recommending children's enlightenment books to customers, and there were also women in brocade clothes who brought children to choose comic books, but most of them were still young. Scholars, one by one, are looking down at the books.

The shopkeeper and two assistants wait in the store, and they don't care about those who turn over the book and don't buy it, they just greet the customers with a smile.

Seeing Song Mu coming in, one of the servants immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"Young master, I don't know if I'm here to pick up books or to borrow them. There are manuscripts and printed copies in this workshop. There are a wide variety of books and the prices are fair."

The boy was very enthusiastic, Song Mu also walked in with a smile, looked around for a while, and then said to the boy with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me, I wonder if your bookstore can distribute books?"

Hearing Song Mu's question, the boy was stunned for a moment, then he realized it immediately, and then said to Song Mu calmly.

"This... I don't know if you want to issue an official letter or a private letter?"

Song Mu raised his eyebrows, and after listening to the young man's introduction, he realized that in the Wen Dynasty, all the books on the great way such as commentaries on the Four Books and Five Classics, poetry collections, historical policies, etc. were called official books.If you want to publish it, you need the seal of the government and the guarantee of three or five scholars.

Song Mu was a little surprised by this, but it didn't matter, after all, what he wrote was nothing more than fantasy novels, which were used to entertain the public, and were called folk books.

"No, what I'm writing below are ghost novels, just to entertain the common people."

Hearing this, Song Mu obviously felt that the boy's face relaxed a little, and suddenly he became more excited.

Immediately, he cupped his hands towards Song Mu, then trotted to the counter, and said something to the shopkeeper who was helping people pack books.

And the long-faced shopkeeper also looked happy after hearing this, handed over the work in his hand to the servant, and came towards Song Mu himself.

Song Mu was also a little surprised when he saw this. This bookstore seems to be quite fond of strange novels?

The middle-aged shopkeeper in a blue robe walked up to Song Mu, cupped his hands, and said.

"My humble Zhang Guiyun, shopkeeper of Yingxuefang in Jizhou Prefecture, I don't know if you want to distribute books?"

Song Mu also cupped his hands, and then said with a smile, "Yes, I, Song Mu, have written some by chance in the past few days. I don't know if I can get into the eyes of the shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper smiled at the moment, looked around, and led Song Mu to a private room on the side of the bookstore.

The room is not big, but the decoration is quite quaint. The surrounding bookshelves are full of books. When you push the door and enter, there is a touch of sandalwood.

After entering and taking a seat, a young servant brought tea, and then gently closed the door.

Song Mu and shopkeeper Zhang sat opposite each other in front of the table, and Song Mu immediately took out the manuscript written yesterday in the book bag.

A few manuscripts were placed on the table, Zhang Guiyun looked happy, and quickly got up to take them with both hands, and opened them carefully in front of him.

Song Mu couldn't help it at this time, and asked out the doubts in his heart.

"Your bookstore seems to like publishing folk books?"

Shopkeeper Zhang also raised his head, smiled and explained to Song Mu: "To tell the truth, our Yingxuefang is quite influential in Jiangnan West Road, and we can publish both official and private books."

"Mr. Song is also a scholar. You should also know that now the imperial court is promoting the style of study, and official books are priced uniformly. Even if my bookstore tries to reduce the cost of publishing, I can't earn a few copper coins."

Song Muran, this is indeed the status quo, and it can be regarded as the imperial court's support for the people to study.

"However, folk books are not subject to such restrictions. Nowadays, the common people can recognize a few more characters, and they all like to read easy-to-understand books. Not only strange novels, but as long as they are folk gossip, there is a great market."

"That's why we are extremely cautious about folk books."

Song Mu just nodded. The other party's words are not unreasonable. After all, it is a private bookstore. The scholars make a lot of money but the profits are thin.

What is right and what is wrong can be seen just by comparing.

However, this sentence can be regarded as a reassurance for Song Mu, which also shows that there is a market for his novels.

After talking these two sentences, Song Mu also sat down and sipped tea, while shopkeeper Zhang had already read the article carefully.

But after a while, shopkeeper Zhang had finished reading these stories, secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead, heaved a sigh of relief and put down the paper in his hand, but looked at Song Mu, but there was something hesitate.

"Mr. Song's... story, it's the first time I've seen it..."

Song Mu looked calm and just asked.

"Then I don't know how to get into the eyes of the shopkeeper?"

Shopkeeper Zhang nodded, and took another look at the somewhat young, but burly and handsome man in front of him, but still said: "Of course, it's just Mr. Song. You only have five stories, which are still short."

Hearing this sentence, Song Mu was relieved, and said with a smile.

"If the shopkeeper thinks it's not enough, I'll write a few stories in a few days."

Shopkeeper Zhang just nodded, but still pointed to the scroll in his hand and said to Song Mu.

"I see that what you write is the title of each story. I don't know what kind of title I should choose for this novel."

Song Mu understood, and said.

"Talking about a hundred demons."

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