I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 7 You are insulting scholars

Changsha Mansion, the government office, the magistrate Li Huachun sat in the high hall, but his mind was immersed in the palace of literature.

Scanning the case wall, as a literati, he has some research on the articles of the world, so he will naturally pay attention to the latest articles, and as a magistrate, he can also learn a lot about people's livelihood and even the political situation from these articles, so he browses every day It has almost become a habit to read "Collected Works" and "Book Sea".

Soon, his eyes fell on a hot article.

"Poet Ghost Li He: The world is too narrow to accommodate geniuses"

"Big tone, unconventional, grandstanding!"

When Li Huachun saw the title of the article, he felt disgusted at first glance, but after seeing so many likes from the half-sages below, he finally clicked in. No matter whether it is good or bad, he needs to understand it.

"How dare you dare to slander the Holy Majesty and insinuate the court!"

But soon, he flew into a rage.

In his view, the setting without talent is simply a cover, and the author of this article is obviously using this article to insinuate the government.

You see, even the half-sage Li He died because of this ridiculous law, which is even more harmful to ordinary scholars. The imperial court still enforces the paper law. Is there something wrong with the imperial court?

His Majesty didn't even care, did he have a problem too?
Simply daring!

"Come on."

After checking the author's information, Li Huachun became even more angry. The scholar is frank and upright, but he still uses a pseudonym, hiding his head and showing his tail, which is not a gentleman's behavior.

Soon, a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe and a long knife walked in and stood by.

"Check it out for me, find out who wrote this article, I want to see who is so bold!"

"Here!"

The middle-aged man in Jinyi stepped back after fulfilling his promise, and returned to the Xuanjing Department, passing on the orders one by one, and the entire Xuanjing Department started to turn like a precision machine.

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"This pork head meat is smoked with Poria cocos, angelica and other medicinal materials. Before smoking, marinate the fresh pork head meat for three to five days, then take it out and hang it in the windy place, let it dry for ten days and a half months, and let it dry in the water. , and then hang it in a smoker cage to smoke with herbs, light fire and light smoke, and it will take more than a month to smoke a pig's head!"

In the Zuixianju, the cups and plates were messed up. Zhang Zehan, who was full of wine and food, looked at the last piece of pork head meat on the plate, and told Lin Qian how to make the pork head meat. Lin Qian often thought, if he spent all his energy on eating If you use it in your studies, you might be able to get a champion in the exam.

"Why do you have to have pork head meat? Can't pork be used?"

Lin Qian asked curiously, the pork head meat in Zuixianju was really delicious. He had never tasted such deliciousness in his two lifetimes. Of course, it was because he was poor in both lifetimes...

"You don't know this. There are many bones on the pig's head, and there are gaps everywhere. Smoked smoke goes in, and then penetrates from the inside to the outside. The fragrance of the medicinal materials can completely penetrate in, and the pork is not good."

Zhang Zehan said proudly, and then took the last piece of pork head meat on the plate into his mouth with peace of mind, and chewed slowly.

When the shopkeeper at the side heard the discussion between the two, he also stopped his fluctuating fingers and smiled.

His own signboard was boasted like a few treasures, he was naturally honored.

The shopkeeper's abacus stopped, but Lin Qian's abacus started. Looking at Zhang Zehan, he changed the subject and said, "Recently there was a popular article, "Poet Ghost Li He: The world is too narrow to accommodate geniuses", Countless great Confucians and semi-sages are applauding, and they are urging updates online! Have you read it?"

Zhang Zehan was a little confused, so, didn't he tell him this?Why did you ask me instead?

"Of course I did!"

Still he nodded.

"Such an article, I am afraid that all the literati in the world can read it!"

Lin Qian didn't blush at all when he boasted about himself.

"Of course!" Zhang Zehan is a qualified fan.

"If I can let the name of my shop appear in such an article, wouldn't the whole world know the name of my shop?"

Seeing that, Lin Qian caught the trace and glanced at the shopkeeper next to him, and was overjoyed when he found that the shopkeeper was looking at this side with a shocked face.

"No way, scholars have their own strength of character. If there is no friendship, how could it be possible to write the name of your shop?"

Zhang Zehan rolled his eyes, thinking that Lin Qian was a little whimsical.

Lin Qian shook his head, "You don't understand this. Do you know "To Wang Lun" written by Shixian Taibai? 'Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sent me'. Who is Wang Lun? What kind of friendship do you have with Shixian? But Please have a meal!"

"Do you know "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking"? 'Jiao Sui's five fights and Fang Zhuoran, eloquent and eloquent four feasts', do you know who Jiao Sui is?"

"The ancients said that money can make ghosts turn the millstone, and there is nothing that cannot be done."

"However, the author of that article is using a pseudonym. If you want to make friends, you can't do anything with money!"

After what Lin Qian said, Zhang Zehan was so shocked that he actually thought it made sense.

"Wen Gong has a private message!"

"Even if there is a private message, will he come if you invite him?"

Zhang Zehan felt that Lin Qian ate pork head meat today, and his thinking was no longer clear. Wang Lun was able to make friends with Shixian because Shixian went to Wang Lun's site, and there happened to be wine and peach blossoms. Do you want to invite him to Changsha to see Orange Island? Maple Leaf, and then stop by Zuixianju to eat pork head meat and drink?

"You can give the money directly!"

When Lin Qian knew that Wen Gong could transfer money, this idea had already appeared in his mind.

Dagan has an official bank, and there is a semi-sacred seal on the bank notes, which cannot be forged by outsiders. It is this semi-sacred seal that allows the bank notes to be circulated in Wen Palace.

"You are insulting scholars!"

Zhang Zehan became a little emotional, "How can a real scholar be bought with money?"

"How do you know if you don't try? Anyway, it's not bad to try!"

"And the author of this article is different. This is a novel author. Maybe he is not as lofty as other literati. Maybe you can give it a try!"

It seemed that he was speaking to Zhang Zehan, but he was actually speaking to the shopkeeper of Zuixianju who was eavesdropping. If this was considered an insult, Lin Qian felt that he could be insulted more, otherwise the money would not be secure.

Hearing the conversation between Lin Qian and the two of them, the shopkeeper had already started to think about it. If the name of "Zuixianju" could appear on the ranking list of "Book Sea", then the world's literati came to Changsha. The Zuixianju come to have a sit?
At that time, this small place will not be enough, and I have to sell the shops next to it... No, no, no, I can go to Juzizhoutou to open another branch, so that customers can drink and have fun while enjoying the scenery.

No, not only Changsha City, but also Zuixianju can be opened to Changsha Mansion, to Luojing, the eastern capital, to Chang'an...

"Pooh!"

"I won't allow you to insult my idol!"

Zhang Zehan stood up excitedly, turned around and walked out of the store.

"???"

When did I become your idol, why didn't I know?
Lin Qian was very innocent. He didn't expect Zhang Zehan's reaction to be so strong, but he had achieved his goal, so there was no need to say more, and he got up and chased after him.

"Eh?"

"Guest officer, a total of one, two or three coins."

As soon as he got up, Lin Qian was stopped by the shopkeeper. Even though he was still in a dream, his professional instinct woke him up immediately. It has to be said that the magic power of money is infinite.

"Do you know the person in front?"

"The Zhang family in the west of the city, Zhang Zehan, Mr. Zhang!"

"Just put it in his name!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Qian turned around and quickly slipped out of Zuixianju. Not to mention a tael of silver, he wouldn't be able to deduct a single coin from him, otherwise, he wouldn't have come here for this meal today.

(End of this chapter)