The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 30 The Game I Made
Although there were many people watching the fun that day, most of them were traffickers. How many distinguished scholars would go to the snow and stand at the gate of other people's houses to watch the fun?

"Brother, these people are really bastards. They don't know anything and they talk nonsense!"

"Ignore this!"

Jia Cong looked towards Yu Qingtang opposite Jixian Hall, and saw a waiter bringing a table out, placing it at the door, and lifting a banner into the air. The north wind blew and raised it like a sail.

"We are selling new poems. The whole poem must be the whole poem, not just half of it!" the waiter in the shop raised his voice and shouted, so loudly that it could be heard all over the street, no less than the tweeters of later generations.

"What is the whole poem and what is not half a poem? Is it possible that who would sell a half-written poem?" someone asked.

"Hey, you won't know until you buy it!" The waiter in the shop was selling Guanzi. When he saw someone bringing two coins to him, he refunded one coin. "Today's poem is cheaper. If you want it, come quickly." If you arrive early, you will get it early, if you arrive late, you will not get it!"

A gentleman in fine clothes who was not stingy with money sent a boy to grab a song. From the first glance, it was exactly the same as the one in Jixian Hall. He was about to have an attack, but he saw that it was longer, and the following few lines were something he had never heard before. Passed.

"Once the wings are fully formed, they are led up to the branches of the garden. They lift their wings without looking back and fly in all directions with the wind. The male and female sing in the air, but they never return after their voices are exhausted. But they enter the empty nest and chirp all night long in sorrow. Don't be sad, swallow, you will return. Thinking about myself. I thought about you when I was a baby, flying high and carrying my mother. My parents recited it at that time, but you should know it today." He read it out, and at the end of the sentence, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Brother Zhao, why is this?" the companion next to him asked in confusion.

"Look! After reading this poem, I truly realized the nurturing grace of my parents! I have lived for 30 to [-] years, but my life has been in vain!"

After saying this, the scholar actually covered his face, making the people around him even more puzzled.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It’s so touching! My mother, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"""Woo" "Woo"

Seeing this, many people crowded forward to buy Yu Qingtang's new poems.

"Don't be fooled. Jixiantang only sells half of the book "Swallows on the Liang". The "Swallows on the Liang" here is full and complete!" Someone bought it and held up the single volume in his hand to show it to others.

And more people, after buying it, read it through, and stood there in a daze, their clothes wet with tears.

When they came back to their senses, they all realized that they had been deceived, and they all went to the door of Jixian Hall to ask for an explanation.

"I heard that this half of the poem was sent by people from the Jia family. Take a look, everyone. Isn't it obvious what the intention behind the smear campaign against Third Young Master Jia is?"

"Indeed, whoever can write 'Male and female scream in the air, and they will never return even after their voices are exhausted', and 'My parents read it at that time, you should know it today', will you be an unfilial son?"

"The concubine of the Jia family can be so grateful to the aunt who gave birth to him and write such touching poems. Isn't he still a treacherous and evil person? As we all know, there are many scandals in the Duke Hou Men's house. This Ning Rong second house has heard That's right..." The speaker shook his head. At the end, the unfinished meaning was thought-provoking.

"Bullying a child, what kind of skill is this?"

"Hehe, as a father, you are so dedicated to discrediting your son. You can imagine that those rumors must not be groundless!"

This is how people in the world are. In the past, Jia Cong also read a book called "The Crowd", which depicts the human heart very deeply.He had already expected this and came in person just to see the effect.

Now that you have seen it, there is no need to stay here to blow the cold wind.Jia Cong turned around at the entrance of Dongsantiao Alley and walked along the street towards Heming Street. Fulinji was on that street. Although the bone-in abalone sold there was a little more expensive, since his aunt and Hua Ping loves to eat, and he is not stingy with money.

Mrs. Xing still owed them 760 eighty taels of silver. No matter what, he had to get this debt back.

Jixian Hall received hundreds or dozens of taels of silver early in the morning. This is the charm of good poetry.

A good poem, in front of these scholars, is like a woman holding a pipa and half covering her face, wearing a light gauze with a strong spring feeling. How can she resist this temptation?
Just when he was feeling proud, who would have thought that Yu Qingtang would come across with this trick? Who would have thought that the majestic Duke's Mansion would send a half-written poem in order to deceive his bastard?

Two days in a row, something unexpected happened, and Dai Renjie was already two years old. Seeing that the situation at the door was getting worse, he rushed to the back.

Gu Chuming likes to be arty, so he invited a few companions to taste the song "Two Swallows on the Liang". Today, he first made a lot of money, and then used this poem to make a big splash, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, with a rebellious attitude. Gu Chuming frowned, and Dai Renjie came crawling on the ground, "Young master, something bad has happened. That bitch in the Duke of Rongguo's Mansion deceived us with a fake poem. Now the scholars outside who bought our poems are making a fuss, demanding not only refunds but also an explanation!"

Gu Chuming stood up in a hurry, walked to the screen, and only glanced outside. He was so frightened that he was afraid that those people would rush in and eat him.

"What's going on? Why is there only half of the poem? Is there a whole poem?" Gu Chuming woke up and became angry with shame.

"I don't know how Jia Cong and Yu Qingtang planned to end up in this situation!"

Dai Renjie did not hesitate to place the blame on Jia Cong, "The Rongguo Duke's office only brought half of the poem. Today, Yu Qingtang deliberately waited for us to sell almost all the poems, and they also published a single volume of the whole poem for sale. , life and death are cutting off our livelihood!"

A bookstore deals with scholars. If there is any stain on their character, who will dare to publish their works in the future?

"If you don't have faith, you won't be successful, and if you don't have faith, you won't succeed." For no reason, Gu Chuming's mind echoed what Jia Cong said that day, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Humph, you are so vicious at such a young age!"

Dai Renjie said to himself, don't just curse people, think about what to do now!

On the second floor of Yu Qingtang, there was a figure standing by the window, and it was Meng Jixi. He lowered his eyes and looked at the hustle and bustle on the street in front of the store, and his heart was extremely shocked.

It was actually just an accident that Jixian Tang sold the single volume of "Two Swallows on the Liang" in the late evening.

Early this morning, he learned that Jixian Tang was already selling "Two Swallows on the Liang". After comparing the two versions, he simply waited until the other side sold it almost before selling it, just to slap the other side in the face.

Only after hearing the discussions among the students on the street did he understand what these two different versions meant to Jia Cong.

　Today's update!

　　"There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand viewers." Similarly, there are a thousand "Dream of Red Mansions" in the eyes of a thousand readers. Each of us has the right to like "Dream of Red Mansions". We also thought about it when we read it. Thousands of endings.

　　I wrote this book because I like it. If you like it, you can discuss the characters and the plot, and I will accept the evidence. However, I will not accept offensive and negative comments, saying that I am not qualified to write about it. I will definitely delete such comments.It's like, I open a shop and someone comes to make trouble.It’s not easy to make a living now, so please take care of me!
　　
　
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