The lucky star of rebirth

Chapter 52
"You wrote all these?"

Ji Yi looked at the pile of poem manuscripts in front of him, with a complex expression on his face, worried but also relieved and even more proud.

At this point, Ji Songxian could only bite the bullet and admit it, and at the same time secretly made up his mind to study poetry well: "These are all written by my daughter over the years. It turns out... my daughter doesn't want to overwhelm Mr. Jing, so she hides them all. Now my daughter wants to open up and is not afraid of anything, so I want to ask my father to help me make a collection of poems."

Ji Yi flipped through a few more poems and admired them: "It's hard for you to write such poems, okay, I'll ask someone to engrave them for you later."

Ji Songxian was overjoyed: "Thank you, father."

"Thank you." Ji Yi also smiled: "Our family has a small book-printing workshop, but the books that print a few collections of classics and history can barely maintain it. Now that your book is printed, maybe our book-printing workshop can also make some profits. "

Ji Songxian didn't know that there was a book printing workshop at home, but now he was delighted when he heard about it: "Since we have a book workshop at home, then the poems and essays I write in the future can be printed."

Ji Yi nodded, and stroked his forehead again: "Yes, you should write poetry well in the future, and if it is good, I will print it for you."

Speaking of this, Ji Yi inadvertently saw Xiaoxiangzi's signature: "It's a good name, but no one will know that it was written by you after the poem was printed."

Ji Songxian nodded happily, talked with Ji Yi for a long time, and then walked back, halfway, she went back again, and smiled and pulled Ji Yi's arm coquettishly: "Father, the printing shop at home is handed over to you. How about my daughter, I promise to take good care of her and make money."

Ji Yi was surprised, and couldn't help but look up at Ji Songxian: "Why did you think of having a workshop? Didn't you hate these things the most before?"

"I don't hate it now. Anyway, I will have to be a housekeeper in the future. Why don't you give me a workshop to practice my hands first." Ji Songxian's eyes were dazzled with a smile, and she looked very lively and cute. In addition, she was born well, This kind of coquettish behavior makes Ji Yi feel that he has found the feeling of his daughter when he was a child again. This delicate and soft daughter is really caring, at least better than those brats.

His heart was soft and sweet for a while, and he nodded involuntarily and agreed: "Success, tell your mother to tell your sister-in-law, let's practice the workshop with you first."

Nowadays, Mrs. Wu doesn't take care of things very much, and Mrs. Sun is usually in charge of the family. But Ji Songxian doesn't worry about Mrs. Sun's refusal or something wrong in his heart. Firstly, the workshop doesn't make much money, mostly to maintain a balance of income and expenditure. , Mrs. Sun also loves Ji Songxian very much. When Mrs. Sun married into Ji's family, Mrs. Sun was only a little older, and Mrs. Sun raised her like a daughter. How could she care about a small workshop with her?

Seeing that Ji Yi agreed, Ji Songxian left with a smile on his face.

She first went to Wu's room to speak, and then coquettishly asked Sun for the right to manage the workshop.

Speaking of which, why did Ji Songxian beg for this small workshop, because she suddenly remembered something on the way.

She thought that when she was studying, Cheng Ping'an mentioned it before, saying that woodblock printing is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it is easier to save trouble than movable type printing. Cheng Ping'an only said it at the time, but Ji Songxian remembered it in his heart.

It was only later that her relationship with Cheng Ping'an was not very good, so she didn't ask seriously.

Although Cheng Ping'an also knew movable type printing, but Cheng Guogong's mansion did not have a book printing workshop. Secondly, Cheng Ping'an thought that printing movable type was only a small amount of money. For him, these are big business operations, and he is busy putting women in the backyard, hooking up some women from good families or famous prostitutes from time to time, how can he have time to think about those.

But Ji Songxian, a pure ancient man, knows the benefits of increasing the printing speed and reducing the cost of books.

Not to mention how much profit she can get, first of all, her reputation can be improved. Besides, she also wants to use the book printing workshop to print some books and sell them to those who want to participate in the Spring Festival.

In the past few days, Ji Songxian got some memories again, and many memories became clearer.

She learned from the memory fragments that the students studying in the future will bury their heads in the sea of ​​books to take the college entrance examination, and use the tactics of sea of ​​questions to improve their academic performance, that is, if this thing can be done in the future, it can also be done now.

After all, she doesn't have much to do now, plus Ji's family and Ji Yi, there are now a total of seven Jinshi. After doing the math, there are many exam questions in Chunwei every time. Ji's family has ready-made questions. If she writes The imperial examination outline has materials and hands, and there is even a famous teacher Ji Yi who consults. Not to mention movable type printing, this outline alone can be sold easily.

Back in the house, the more Ji Songxian thought about it, the happier he became, and he wished he could go to the book printing workshop right away, and invite several craftsmen to experiment with movable type printing.

Ji Songxian decided to try movable type printing, but she couldn't wait for the collection of poems in her hand. She was afraid that the collection of poems would never be printed, and if it was safe and she would recite some poems for the limelight, wouldn't it be cheaper for him? I want to spread this collection of poems first.

After thinking about it, Ji Songxian smiled and took the manuscript to find Ji Wei and the others, coercing and luring the three cousins ​​to help her copy the books, at least ten copies each, naturally, she also wanted to copy them herself.

In this way, Ji Songxian copied books in the morning, did some needlework in the afternoon, and went to renovate the vegetable garden with Mrs. Wu in the evening. The schedule of the day was very tight.

After seven or eight days like this, he finally copied forty or fifty books, and Ji Songxian asked Ji Zhen and Ji Wei to give these manuscripts to his classmates. In addition, Ji Gang, Ji Wei, Ji Zong, Ji Songxian Ji Songxian in Myanmar also sent manuscripts, and asked them to give them to colleagues. He only said that it was done by a gentleman in his life.

However, it is said that Richeng Pingan was invited by someone to attend a cultural meeting. He went out early in the morning, and a group of people went to the outskirts of Jinling to climb a mountain. This place is the Zhuangzi of a son's family. The second literary meeting was also initiated by this young master. When this group of young masters arrived in the mountains, they felt comfortable amidst the breeze and green trees. Another boy made tea. The group sat cross-legged and discussed, and someone proposed to write poetry.

Cheng Ping'an is notorious for his literary talents, and these people told him to do it first.

Now it's hot summer, Cheng Ping'an also thought of a poem to fit the occasion, he put down his teacup and got up and chanted: "Lazily shaking the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off the scarf and hang it on the stone wall, and let the wind blow from the top." "

After reciting, he cupped his hands and said humbly for the sake of etiquette: "I was in a hurry for a while, and I didn't do it well. It's just a way to attract others. The brothers are naturally better than Xiaoke."

He said this, but everyone still praised him repeatedly, and only said that Cheng Ping'an was better than poetic talent.

Only one of them showed a look of disgust. This person was Guo Song, the youngest son of Duke Zhongjing, who had always looked down on Cheng Ping'an's behavior. Seeing that everyone praised Cheng Pingan, he sneered: "Just It's really difficult to make a good poem in such a short time, but Brother Cheng can't use other people's poems to make up the number."

In a word, there was a moment of silence.

Someone asked: "What is someone else's poem? I haven't heard of it. It's clearly written by Brother Cheng."

Guo Song said with a smile: "The poets are not well-known, of course you have never heard of them, but I got a collection of poems. The poems on the collection are full of spirituality and talent, and this poem is among them."

While talking, Guo Song ordered his servants to bring his poetry collection, which Guo Song loved very much, and he carried it with him everywhere. The servants took it for a while, and everyone passed it on. After reading it, they all sighed: " It is indeed a good poem, this person is a great talent, but why is it not revealed?"

Guo Songdao: "What kind of capable person and hermit is Xu, who doesn't like fame and fortune?"

Everyone even claimed it was true, but Cheng Ping'an's face was a little hesitant, and he was beating drums in his heart, thinking that this poem was clearly written by Li Taibai in Tang Dynasty. His face became pale as paper.

"Damn it." Cheng Ping'an whispered, this book actually included almost the whole Tang Dynasty, so how could he write poems in the future?

Cheng Pingan doesn't have any literary talents, but he only relied on the memory of another time and space to plagiarize ancient poems and articles to get such a reputation. If he is really asked to compose his own poems, how can he do it? I'm afraid he can't even rhyme I know.

We must know that Cheng Ping'an was not doing very well in modern times, and all his thoughts were used to fight for fame and fortune, while the original body in ancient times was also a dandy who only knew how to eat, drink and play. Both of them have no hard work in their memories. How can the experience of studying poetry and books be exported?
Cheng Ping'an clenched his fists and almost crushed the book, but Guo Song was so distressed that he pulled Cheng Ping'an's hand hard to rescue the manuscript.

"Hehe." Cheng Pingan suppressed the panic in his heart, and laughed: "I never thought that someone would write the same poem as me, it's really a coincidence, a coincidence."

When he said this, he couldn't help but make people look down upon him. If you copied it, you said it was copied, and you admitted it obediently, and no one said anything, but you made such a stupid excuse. It's really thick-skinned as a city wall, no, it's thicker than a city wall. Be thick.

However, most of the people who participated in the literary meeting were scholars, who wanted face and didn't want to embarrass others, so no one made any sarcastic remarks or said anything.

Cheng Pingan felt so guilty that he couldn't stay on the mountain anymore, so he found an excuse to go down the mountain early.

As soon as he entered Jinling City, he didn't go home, but hurried to Jinyi Wei.

Cheng Pingan was stopped by a few small flags at the gate of the guardhouse, and Cheng Pingan frowned and cursed: "Presumptuous, you can stop me, my lord?"

One of the little flags sneered: "It's really nonsense, I can't stop it, except for our commanding officer and His Majesty, everyone in this Jinyi guard will stop and ask for clarification, and it is Xiangye. If you want to, you have to politely wait for us to ask, let alone wait."

In a word, Cheng Ping'an was full of anger. Today he made a big ugly face. He couldn't get off his face at first. When he arrived at the guard, he was stopped by those little officials. He felt his face was hot and tight, so he couldn't help but slap him. In the past, he slapped the little flag on the face: "I don't know how to praise things. Your commander and I are good friends. Tell me to come in quickly."

While speaking, he didn't care if the little flag gave way or not, he just pushed people away and rushed in.

Jinyiwei's people are all domineering, how can they stand being beaten, Xiao Qi's eyes flashed a hint of sinisterness, and he yelled loudly: "Brothers, fuck you, someone made a mess."

(End of this chapter)