my brother champion

Chapter 82 Zichang and Shaoqing!Huo Guang will take action when necessary
In front of the gate of Langya Pavilion, because of the word-of-mouth publicity of a group of rangers, coupled with the gimmick of millions of dollars.

At this moment Chang'an City!
No matter the residents in the city or those settled outside the city, there are people who come here admiringly.

As long as you are human, you will have the dream of getting rich overnight.Some people may ask, if modern people fantasize about such daydreams, would ancient people also have such beautiful dreams?

Of course it will!

otherwise
How could the idiom "Huangliang Yimeng" appear.

Because Huo Guang once said that the rangers should pay special attention to making a statement when making publicity everywhere.This competition about the creation of book paper is open to everyone, no matter how high or low they are.

and so.

At this moment, in front of the gate of Langya Pavilion, talents from all walks of life are gathered.

There are traffickers, literati, and even those rangers who were arranged by Huo Guang to spread the news.

After all, he said it at the time.

Anyone can participate!

Then
Naturally, it also includes rangers.

It's just that the crowd at this moment is a little noisy.Because Langya Pavilion has not opened to sell paper within the agreed time, it gave all those who dreamed of getting rich overnight a chance to participate in the competition.

Hence!
Then a little bolder began to question whether the information promoted by those rangers was accurate.

"Hey, is the news you Ranger said accurate?"

"That's right, why haven't you opened the door yet?"

"Sure enough, the words that come out of the mouths of these idlers are the most unreliable!"

"Yes, it's not believable at all."

"Huh? How the hell did you talk to my uncle? Find him."

"Selling Hubing!"

"Go, go, who will buy your Hubing."

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In front of the gate of Langya Pavilion, there was a lot of noise.At this moment, the door of Langya Pavilion suddenly opened.Baskets of money were brought in by someone, and they were poured rudely and casually into the big wooden box that had been packed in the pavilion.

Look at that!

seem.

What they poured in was not copper coins, but a pile of scrap iron.

According to historical records.

In the Han Dynasty, the standard for dividing the riches of each county was 300 million.You know, this is just family property, including a series of assets such as land and houses.

Count according to the rich people within this standard.

I'm afraid that even if their ancestral home is searched, they won't be able to get 100 million in cash.

That's why.

Langya Pavilion directly piled up 100 million coins, and this scene was very visually impactful.

at the same time!

In Langya Pavilion, someone began to read the rules about this competition.

Because the ranger publicized it in advance, most people are no strangers to the rules of the comparison test.

When the person finishes reading, the book will be sold.

A group of people began to scramble to buy the book paper. Even the people in Langya Pavilion didn't expect it, because the price was cheaper than toilet paper, and a copper coin could buy the book paper.

and so!
The book papers I had prepared were all sold out in one go.

As a result, those who came late did not buy book paper, and I am afraid that they will not be able to create works for the time being.

in the crowd.

Ren An, who had already bought the paper, was waving his arms and said to Sima Qian who came late, "Zichang, this, this!"

Seeing that it was Ren An, Sima Qian walked over with a smile.

"Shaoqing, did you guys come so early?"

However, Ren An complained, "It's still early? Huh, Zichang, it's because you came too late, and the books and papers have all been snatched up. Hey, who is this next to you?"

"Oh, Li Ling is the grandson of General Li Guang." Sima Qian introduced Ren An.

Ren An immediately smiled and said, "So it's Li Ling, the grandson of Old General Li. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ren An, and you can call me Shaoqing just like Zizhang."

Li Ling nodded and replied: "Don't dare, brother Ren An is a few years older than me, so let's call him brother!"

At this moment.

Ren An smiled, and introduced his companions to Sima Qian and Li Ling, saying: "Let me introduce my good friend, Tian Ren, the son of Uncle Lu Xiang Tian."

Tian Ren greeted Sima Qian and Li Ling.

After getting to know each other.

At this time, Sima Qian asked: "Shaoqing, have you finished grabbing the paper? Does that mean I can't participate in the competition?"

Ren An shook his head and said: "No, no, I heard from the people in the pavilion that there is no more today. Those who want to participate can continue to buy paper tomorrow. By the way, this competition seems to be held for a month. There are opportunities ahead.”

aside.

Tian Ren saw that Sima Qian was also going to participate in the competition, so he began to compliment him, saying: "Everyone says that Sima Changqing's Fu and Sima Qian's essays are both top-notch. If Elder Brother Zi writes an article and participates in this competition, then he will Wouldn't it be easy to pocket this million dollars?"

however.

But Sima Qian shook his head and said: "Brother Tian is absurd, how dare I use my own article to compare it with the Fu written by Senior Changqing."

At this moment.

Ren An suddenly remembered something, so he said to Sima Qian: "In this competition, disciples from the three schools of Confucianism participated. Among them, masters of Confucianism such as Dong Lao and Xiaqiu Jianggong were invited to be selected for the competition. people."

"Zichang, I remember that you are not the old disciple of Dong?"

"Why don't you ask Elder Dong if you can get the paper?"

Sima Qian narrowed his eyes immediately, and said, "Is the lecture seat here? Then I really need to go to greet you. I haven't seen the lecture seat since I went out to study."

Done.

He cupped his hands, then separated from the others and went to see Dong Zhongshu.

"Zichang has seen the lecture hall!"

Sima Qian greeted politely.

When Dong Zhongshu saw that it was him who came, he was overjoyed and said, "It's the eldest son. Didn't you say you went out to study? When did you come back?"

"Going back to the lecture hall, I just came back to Chang'an yesterday. I heard from my father that there is some kind of book competition here, so I came here out of curiosity." Sima Qian replied.

Dong Zhongshu smiled lightly and said, "Is it also for the million dollars?"

Sima Qian showed embarrassment, and said, "I have some ideas."

Seeing his appearance, Dong Zhongshu immediately laughed, and said, "Why be ashamed, I'm here for a million rewards, neither stealing nor robbing, just go for it if you have the ability!"

No wonder Dong Zhongshu would say that.

previously.

Zuo Chuan and Gu Liang School are full of talents, and they have all come up with good articles.

As for his Rampai, it was even worse.

So far, I haven't seen a few amazing articles, or poems and songs.

"Lecture, I may not be able to do it today. I came late, and the paper has been sold out. And the competition does not accept bamboo slips, alas, I can't do the article for the time being." Although Sima Qian said so, the look in his eyes , but looked closely at Dong Zhongshu.

That look.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that he is asking Mr. Dong if he still has any paper.

Mr. Dong is a smart person, so he naturally understood, and said: "I still left a few pieces of paper here, Mr. Zi, come with me."

immediately.

Sima Qian followed Dong Gong all the way into the pavilion.

Then he took out a piece of paper from the stack on the table, and said, "Master, take the paper and think about it before writing. Your Majesty is also concerned about this competition. If you write well, it will be of great benefit to your future career." will help."

is talking.

Some people nearby who didn't buy paper saw Mr. Dong took paper for Sima Qian.

Dang even said: "Dong Gong, we want to!"

however.

Dong Zhongshu waved his hand directly and said, "It's gone, you can buy it tomorrow!"

Then ignore those people.

Sima Qian took the paper and immediately smiled and said, "Lecturer, I already have an article in my mind, so I don't need to think about it."

Then, with the help of the pen and ink provided by Langya Pavilion, he began to write articles.

quickly!

An impassioned and youthful article was written.

Finished swiping ink.

Sima Qian handed it to Dong Zhongshu respectfully, and said, "Lecturer, help me palm my eyes!"

Dong Zhongshu took it to watch, his eyes lit up instantly, and he said with a smile on his face: "Okay, no wonder Zizhang is full of confidence. It turns out that he has already written a good article."

talking.

Elder Dong deliberately lowered his voice, and said to Sima Qian: "Your article is better than those written by Zuozhuan and Guliang sect disciples!"

"Thank you for the compliment from the lecture hall." Sima Qian smiled after hearing this.

There are not many people who can be praised by Dong Zhongshu, and he, Sima Qian, can be counted as one.

After reading Sima Qian's work, Dong Lao handed it back to Sima Qian and said, "You sign here, and then go over there and tell the people in Langya Pavilion to participate in the competition, and then everyone can watch you." works."

"Okay, sir, thank you for the lecture."

After Sima Qian thanked him, he followed what Dong Zhongshu said and put the article into the competition.

in fact.

As long as there is Dong Lao's sponsor.

This article was already able to pass the initial screening, but the leaders of the three major schools of Confucianism tacitly did not do so.

One is to show fairness.

The second is to show off that your disciples overwhelm you.

After Sima Qian put this article into the competition, it quickly caused a sensation among the crowd.

"Scholars are for those who know themselves, and women are for those who please themselves. This sentence is wonderful~"

"No, no, it's better to say the last sentence, 'Everyone is mortal, or he is heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather'!"

"Good article, good article!"

"Is this what Confucian disciples did? Who wrote a good article?"

"Signed by Sima Qian? Who is Sima Qian?"

"Sima Qian, you don't even know that the son of Taishiling Sima Tan, son, his son, his articles are on a par with the empowerment written by senior Sima Xiangru!"

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a few days later.

The promotion of book paper has passed the emperor's test.

and!

The plaque that Huo Guang asked Sang Hongyang to ask for from His Majesty also came down, so why do you want it?
Naturally, it is for Langya Pavilion. It is useless to name it Langya Pavilion.

But if His Majesty bestows a plaque, it will be very meaningful.

These days, the competitions on book paper works are still in full swing, but most of them are articles and works, and there are not many other development directions related to book paper.

This is a little bit different from Huo Guang's expectation.

If book paper.

Only the creation of articles is far from being able to play its full role.

Of course.

It's only been a few days now, but the competition will take a whole month.

Huo Guang had been busy for several days and felt a little tired. He felt that it was time for him to take two days off to rest.After all, it is not a body made of iron. Apart from eating, the most important thing is to have a rest with a pleasant mind and body.

and so.

On this day, he took the materials prepared by Ren Busan earlier, and the oil squeezed from flax seeds and walnuts, and prepared to take a carriage to play outside the city.

for example?Meet Dong Xun!
I haven't seen Xiao Nizi for a month, and I don't know how things are going.

Originally, Huo Guang planned to go out of the city alone.

But I don't know how Mrs. Wei knew his actions, so he rushed over after smelling it, and pulled Liu Lingling to squeeze into the same carriage with him to play.

"Old Cousin, you should have held the book and paper works activity earlier. You see, Mr. Dong has something to do and can't talk, so we don't have to listen to the old master talking about those boring things." Mrs. Wei laughed and said.

Huo Guang raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't care.

Some people!

He wanted to read, but had no chance to read.Some people obviously have the opportunity to study hard, but they just don't want to read.

Um.
Huo Guang was talking about himself, and of course he also included the little fat man Mrs. Wei.

Seeing that Huo Guang ignored her, Mrs. Wei thought he was in a bad mood, so she took out a note and said, "Old Cousin, let me read you a funny article, which was excerpted from the works of Langya Pavilion. something that came down."

"Ahem, listen to this."

"Two roast ducks are hung to the north, and a group of steamed geese are cooked to the south, hahaha, this article is so well done, it really amuses me to death."

"And there's more."

"Listen to this, one petal, two petals, three or four petals, five petals, six petals, seven or eight petals, nine petals, ten petals and eleven petals, all the petals are brilliant in flowers."

"Hey, I can't do it anymore, I'm so happy."

"These traffickers, pawns, and rangers, how dare they come up with such nonsense articles!"

"If I write an article seriously, it might be better than theirs. Cousin, you can evaluate it, hahaha"

Mrs. Wei laughed loudly, and they were squeezed into the narrow carriage again, making Huo Guang's head hurt from the noise.

Immediately.

Then he said angrily, "Assessing your uncle, are you a dung beetle?"

Mrs. Wei couldn't understand what Huo Guang meant, and asked, "What is a dung beetle? Also, old cousin, what do you mean by evaluating my uncle?"

Huo Guang took a deep breath, then squeezed out a smile, and said: "It's nothing, I just want you not to read such ridiculous things. There are many good articles coming out in this competition, you should read more Those ones!"

The voice just fell.

Mrs. Wei suddenly showed a smug smile on his face, and said, "Hmph, old cousin, I knew you would say that."

"Look!"

"I've already had someone copy Sima Qian's article, and I'm memorizing it!"

"His article, even after reading it, my father said that it is very well written and can be passed down to future generations."

"I'm so envious."

While talking, Mrs. Wei took out another crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Huo Guang.

It seems to be to prove that I have read good articles.

Huo Guang took the paper, looked at it, and said with a smile: "This article is really well done, but unfortunately, the book business is too angry, and some bad words are said, and the emotion of the article is not enough."

As a reporter who has read the full version of Ren Anshu, he is naturally qualified to make such an evaluation.

As for the article written by Sima Qian now?
ummm
At present, it can only be regarded as the castrated version of youth!

but!

He said so.

Mrs. Wei was not convinced after hearing this, and said, "Is this not good? Why don't I think that, tell me what's not good?"

Huo Guang didn't think too much, and immediately replied: "The writing is too frivolous, without the feeling of grief and indignation, inspirational, and moving. If after reading it, it can make people cry unconsciously and feel empathy, then it can be regarded as a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. "

"Of course, I also believe that Sima Qian will be able to write such articles in the future."

"but."

"It may be necessary to experience some not-so-good things before you can realize this."

See Huo Guang said that the old god is here.

Mrs. Wei immediately replied, "Old Cousin, you sound nice, so why don't you write an article to suppress Sima Qian's limelight?"

"Just right!"

"Take back the 50 we paid, so as not to fall into other people's pockets."

Hearing what Mrs. Wei said, Huo Guang immediately coughed twice in embarrassment.

In the way of the ancients, compared with the ancients?

Sick is not!

Writing some lyrical prose is fine, but if you take it out for comparison, I'm afraid it won't be turned into scum by a literary master like Sima Qian.

thought here.

Huo Guang glanced at Mrs. Wei who was attacking him back, and asked, "Ms. Wei, has your uncle never hit you since the restaurant opened last time?"

Wei Wei didn't know what Huo Guang meant, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I haven't beaten him before!"

Really never played?
No wonder you dare to go to the house to reveal the tiles!

So Huo Guang said lightly: "It seems that it's time to find a reason to let uncle beat you up again."

Wei Kang: "."

Seeing the little fat man's gradually complaining eyes, Huo Guang laughed and said, "Hey, it's just a joke, don't mind. Okay, let's be serious."

"You feel"

"Old Cousin, I'm the kind of owner who can earn money for me? Hehe, don't worry, I will make a move!"

(End of this chapter)