Yipin Tang

Chapter 584
A few people chatted while eating supper, and when the sky turned pale, the New Year's Eve was over. Little Lolita and Gu Pan'er frolicked with small fireworks all night and were sleepy and tired early in the morning. As soon as I got to Mao, I fell asleep.

Wang Xiang also yawned again and again, he ate a little breakfast and went to bed, and when he woke up, he had to go to Lao Cheng's house to pay New Year's greetings.

Wang Xiang woke up in a daze when it was past six o'clock, and Ning Xiang had been waiting by the side for a long time. Seeing Wang Xiang woke up, he smiled slightly and said, "I have already asked Xiaoya to prepare hot water for my husband to wash. get out."

Wang Xiang nodded and said: "I can't help it. I'm a junior when I'm sleeping, so I have to go to Uncle Cheng and the others to pay New Year's greetings, as well as His Majesty's. Last year, because I didn't go to the palace in time to give New Year's greetings to His Majesty, he said a lot. .”

Ning Xiang pursed her lips and said with a smile: "It's only our husband who can let His Majesty speak, and no one has the chance to let His Majesty speak."

Wang Xiang was speechless: "Whoever cares about it will take it."

"By the way, where's Wushun?" At this time last year, Wushun waited on Wang Xiang to wash, so he felt a little strange that he didn't see Wushun today.

Ning Xiang said: "My sister is pregnant, and she stayed up late last night to watch the New Year's Eve. She is still resting this time, but before going to bed, my sister has told me to help my husband wash up."

Wang Xiang nodded and said: "Well, Wu Shun's pregnant for a few months, we can't let her stay up all night playing horse hanging, she has to rest well."

Ning Xiang smiled and said: "If it weren't for keeping up with the old age, who would stay up late playing the horse hanging, husband, don't worry, my sister is in good health."

Because Wu Shun and the others were in better health than ordinary people because they often ate mutated animal meat, and Sun Simiao, a great doctor, often came to help her recuperate her body, so Wang Xiang didn't worry too much.

After a while, the little girl came in with a copper basin, Wu Shun helped Wang Xiang get dressed and washed, and asked, "Do you want to eat more, Husband doesn't seem to have eaten much this morning."

Wang Xiang shook his head and said: "Don't eat, it's almost noon, and I have to eat again at Uncle Cheng's residence later."

"The husband will come back earlier."

Wang Xiang smiled wryly and said: "I don't know if I can come back sooner. After going to Uncle Cheng's residence, I still have to enter the palace. You don't have to wait for me. You can eat by yourself when it's time for dinner."

After speaking, Wang Xiang went out to pay New Year's greetings with the gift he had prepared long ago.

At this time, Chang'an City was very lively, and the streets and alleys were full of people. Although most of the shops were closed, there were small stalls everywhere on the road, some selling food, some performing juggling, and some talking and singing. The face is beaming, making people feel inexplicably in a good mood.

Since Wang Xiang worked out the Spring Festival couplets last year, this year’s Spring Festival couplets have become popular in Chang’an. As long as the rich and noble families will dye the red paper and write the Spring Festival couplets instead of the original peach charms, and hang two red lanterns at the door, it is full of joy.

Along the way, Wang Xiang saw many small stalls selling Spring Festival couplets, crowded with many people. Wang Xiang curiously went to a small stall selling Spring Festival couplets, and couldn't help smiling. Compared with the ones on the paper, the paper used is still rice paper, and the dyed color is not uniform, but the words on it are good, and it is exactly the content of the Spring Festival couplets that Wang Xiang prepared for Lao Cheng and the others last year.

Such a pair of Spring Festival couplets cost five pennies, and everyone didn't think it was expensive.

After thinking about it carefully, Wang Xiang understood. Xuan paper was already more expensive at this time, and it was even more expensive to print and dye it in red. Moreover, the person who wrote the Spring Festival couplets obviously had good calligraphy, so he must have asked someone to write it. Low, this doesn't include the content of the Spring Festival couplets, but there must be no such thing as copyright these days, and Wang Xiang never thought of asking them for copyright fees.

Ordinary people really can't afford such expensive Spring Festival couplets, so most of the people who come to buy and watch them are wealthy families in Chang'an City, or scholars.

Scholars do not necessarily come to buy Spring Festival couplets, they come to see the content of Spring Festival couplets. In addition to the Spring Festival couplets that Wang Xiang prepared for Lao Cheng last year, the sellers of Spring Festival couplets also prepared some new Spring Festival couplets. No, this is Wang Xiang The reason why I can't help laughing is that the content of many Spring Festival couplets is really ridiculous.

"If you come up with a Spring Festival couplet, can you really get a consistent amount of money?"

A young man dressed as a scholar asked, and Xiang suddenly became curious, and muttered to himself: Could it be that there is some activity going on here, no wonder there are so many people around.

The owner of the stall nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, everyone can testify, but the content of the Spring Festival couplets must satisfy me."

The scholar frowned and said, "How can I satisfy you."

The stall owner pointed to the couplets on the stall and said, "At least it must be at the level of these couplets."

Wang Xiang couldn't help laughing again when he heard the words. The owner of the stall was pointing at the contents of the couplets he prepared for Lao Cheng last year. It seems that the owner of the stall also knew that the other couplets were not very good. Except for one or two copies bought by wealthy people with fresh pictures, no one cares about the others at all, and they were laughed at a few times when they met people with good literary talents.

That's why the stall owner came up with such a method of offering rewards to get a few new couplets. The rich and the rich are not short of money. As long as the content of the couplets is new and good, it is not difficult to sell them for several times the price.

After hearing what the owner of the stall said, someone shook his head and said: "These couplets are made by the Marquis of Jiayuan. Who doesn't know that the Marquis of Jiayuan is brilliant in writing and unparalleled in poetry. It's not easy to come up with better Spring Festival couplets than these. It's too little."

Wang Xiang felt embarrassed to hear that everyone had such a high evaluation of his literary talent. In terms of real literary talent, I am afraid that any scholar is better than him. He is just standing on the shoulders of giants.

"That is, if I can write something comparable to the couplets of Marquis Jiayuan, it will be more than mere money."

Immediately someone began to comply.

Seeing that everyone had opinions, the owner of the stall quickly waved his hands and said, "Nah, don't say I'm stingy, if someone really writes something comparable to these couplets, I'll pay... I'll pay five pennies." The stall owner gritted his teeth.

He couldn't bear to let the child not be tied to the wolf, and he also felt very heartbroken when the money was raised to five money all of a sudden, but if someone could write something comparable to these couplets, he would earn far more than that.

Hearing that the owner of the stall raised the guanqian to five guanqian, everyone cheered softly. Many scholars were a little tempted. Before they got fame, many scholars lived in poverty. Thinking of a good couplet can improve their self-esteem. They are naturally willing to try such a thing, but they also know that the five guan money is not easy to get.

(End of this chapter)