Saint of the Confucian way
Chapter 26
The middle-aged bachelor smiled and said, "what if he has new poems next month? Month after month?"
The old bachelor also looks at the young bachelor. The young bachelor is from Qingguo and Fang Yun is from Jingguo. Jingguo has fought with Qingguo for many years. If you want to say that he has no selfishness, no one believes it.
"If he has new poems next month, naturally there will be as many as possible," said the young bachelor calmly.
The two great scholars looked at each other with a helpless look. The young university scholar was named Qu Zhengxiang. He was a semi Saint disciple and could not offend him for this small matter.
They were about to agree when there was a noise outside.
The old university scholar was unhappy and impatiently waved his sleeve. The door of the review hall was knocked open by invisible force.
"Who's making a noise!" a huge voice echoed in the Shengdao editorial court.
I saw a clerk running excitedly with a page of paper, shouting: "Zhenguo! There is a Zhenguo poem! Urgent recommendation!"
All the three students looked happy, and their unhappiness was swept away.
Any national poetry is very rare. If such poets devote themselves to frontier fortress poetry, they are likely to make handed down war poetry, which is greatly beneficial to the human race.
Now there are only a few war poems that scholars can use. With each additional one, the strength of the Terran will increase.
Qu Zhengxiang is even happier. With this Zhenguo poem, no one will care when the song "old age" will go on, and his pressure will be greatly reduced.
"God bless the human race!" the old scholar said and grabbed it at the messenger from a distance. The page of paper whizzed like an arrow in front of him. He opened his mouth and read the poem.
When I read "chicken sound, Maodian month, human trace, Banqiao frost", the three Ran's eyes changed together.
All three of them are well-educated bachelors. They only see the beauty of the brocade in the "chicken sound, Maodian moon, human trace, Banqiao frost" once, so they subconsciously compare the brocade poems they have written, and find that they are not as good as the match, the scenery, or the level is insufficient.
The three compare with those famous poems. This comparison is also obvious. The words are not bad, but the artistic conception is much worse. The artistic conception is not bad, but it can not reach the uniqueness of word and word brocade.
The middle-aged scholar was excited and said, "OK! This is an unprecedented poem! It should be a poem out of the town and the country. The wonderful words are rare in the world!"
Qu Zhengxiang exclaimed, "the talent of this poem can be seen vaguely. Tao Yuanming is far inferior to me. I don't know which country's famous master's work?"
The old bachelor continued to look down. At the end, he suddenly put down the poem page. His expression was slightly strange and didn't answer Qu Zhengxiang's words.
The middle-aged scholar asked the poem page to fly over. When he looked carefully, he was also silent and looked the same strange.
Qu Zhengxiang hesitated for a moment. He also took the poem and looked carefully. His face was red and his ears were red.
Jingguo, Jixian and Fangyun are very eye-catching.
Zhenguo poetry must be published in the holy way next month, and the county trial poem "no matter what, I want to see him."
"Who doesn't want to see you?"
They looked at each other and laughed.
In Dayuan mansion, Fang Yun and his wife agreed to teach in Fang family school in five days.
In the afternoon, Fang Yun called Liang Yuan and the hired staff to discuss the development direction of the bookstore.
Liang Yuan and others' suggestions are all in line with the rules. Fang Yun did not deny them, but made improvements on the basis of their suggestions, and said very specifically, such as how to advertise, such as marketing, how to select target customers, etc.
Liang Yuan and others were stunned, but they were all experienced people. They immediately realized that Fang Yun's theory was very feasible and even subversive. They wrote it down carefully, and then did it according to the existing conditions.
Finally, Fang Yun formulated the development direction of the bookstore and operated popular novels.
But now popular novels are declining, and most bookstores specializing in popular novels can't make much money. Although others have concerns, they can't refute this owner, so they can only listen.
Fang Yun asked them to immediately make a batch of hard paper bookmarks, at least 50000 pieces, write "Sanwei bookstore" on the bookmarks, design a trademark, and write aphorisms and famous sentences of classics and policies on the bookmarks, which will be attached to the new book in the future.
This is a very common design, but Liang Yuan and the clerk were stunned.
"Boss, aren't you Qiqiao Linglong? Your poetry is so good and your business is so powerful. If you don't go to Wenwei to do business, other businessmen will have to be killed by you."
"Yes, what you said about marketing is simply too powerful. It's not surprising to think about it carefully, but we just can't think of it."
Fang Yun said with a smile, "you should take some popular novels first. I will take out an original novel within five days, and then deliver it for printing. First, I will print 10000 copies."
An old gentleman hurriedly said, "my boss, you haven't done this business. I don't know. Publishing a book can't be so smooth. There is only one Wen Bao and one holy journal in the world , why don't others make newspapers and periodicals? Because the holy academy doesn't allow it. The holy academy allows books to be published, but they must be reviewed by the Academy of Arts. If you want to sell your books in Jiangzhou, you have to go through the review of Jiangzhou Academy of Arts. If you want to sell them in Jingguo, you have to get the "Jingguo school Palace" Five days is far from enough, at least 15 days. Printing books also needs to wait. Without a month, the store can't get books. "
"Should the 'Wenhui Academy' of the State Academy of literature be responsible for this kind of thing?"
"Yes."
"That's no problem. After I finish writing the book, I'll call on Zhou's master book of the State Academy of literature, show him the manuscript and ask him to write a preface. I think I can print the book in five days."
"Ah? Do you know Master Zhou's book? Can you let him write the preface? That's no problem. He happens to be in charge of the Wenhui Institute. There's no problem at all." the old man said with envy and straightened his waist unconsciously.
Other people's eyes brightened, as if they saw hope. Since the new owner knows master Zhou, the Sanwei Bookstore may really be bigger.
"I go home to write a book. I should finish it before dinner tomorrow, and then go to visit master Zhou."
Fang Yun stood up to go. Liang Yuan surprised and stopped him. "What are you talking about? Your book hasn't been finished? Don't tell me you haven't started writing."
"I write a novella about twenty or thirty thousand words. I should be able to finish it in five days. The big deal is not to sleep tonight."
"A novel written in two days?" everyone looked at Fang Yun suspiciously.
"I have an abdominal manuscript. The content is in my heart. Well, go and get busy."
Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan left together, bought some paper candles on the road, specially bought a book about novelists, and came home.
At this time, Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang have cleaned up Fang Yun's East chamber first. Later, Fang Yun and Fang Daniu will live here, and Yang Yuhuan and Mrs. Jiang will live in the west chamber.
Fang Yun took a look at the little fox. It was placed in a bamboo basket, covered with a quilt and unconscious.
The room is filled with faint fragrance, which makes people relaxed, happy and energetic.
"Can the aroma of fragrant fox make people clear headed?"
Fang Yun put the idea behind him and then read the newly bought notes of the stone stove Pavilion.
This book was written by one of the hundred novelists, but the novelists declined, never half sainted, and gradually declined.
Fang Yun first collected the book into the world of rare books, and then began to read it, because the reading speed in the world of rare books was dozens of times that of ordinary people.
It's not good to read too fast when studying the holy classics, but it's still convenient to check the data.
In only half an hour, Fang Yun straightened out the context of the world's popular novels. Like before the Tang Dynasty of the earth, there are only strange novels, and there is no "Tang legend novel", the first monument in the novel.
The Yuan opera, song, Ming and Qing novels of later generations are greatly influenced by the legends of the Tang Dynasty. It can be said that the Legendary Novels of the Tang Dynasty are the ancestors of the novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Among them, strange tales from a Liaozhai and Sanyan Erpai almost completely inherit the style and form of the legends of the Tang Dynasty.
The old bachelor also looks at the young bachelor. The young bachelor is from Qingguo and Fang Yun is from Jingguo. Jingguo has fought with Qingguo for many years. If you want to say that he has no selfishness, no one believes it.
"If he has new poems next month, naturally there will be as many as possible," said the young bachelor calmly.
The two great scholars looked at each other with a helpless look. The young university scholar was named Qu Zhengxiang. He was a semi Saint disciple and could not offend him for this small matter.
They were about to agree when there was a noise outside.
The old university scholar was unhappy and impatiently waved his sleeve. The door of the review hall was knocked open by invisible force.
"Who's making a noise!" a huge voice echoed in the Shengdao editorial court.
I saw a clerk running excitedly with a page of paper, shouting: "Zhenguo! There is a Zhenguo poem! Urgent recommendation!"
All the three students looked happy, and their unhappiness was swept away.
Any national poetry is very rare. If such poets devote themselves to frontier fortress poetry, they are likely to make handed down war poetry, which is greatly beneficial to the human race.
Now there are only a few war poems that scholars can use. With each additional one, the strength of the Terran will increase.
Qu Zhengxiang is even happier. With this Zhenguo poem, no one will care when the song "old age" will go on, and his pressure will be greatly reduced.
"God bless the human race!" the old scholar said and grabbed it at the messenger from a distance. The page of paper whizzed like an arrow in front of him. He opened his mouth and read the poem.
When I read "chicken sound, Maodian month, human trace, Banqiao frost", the three Ran's eyes changed together.
All three of them are well-educated bachelors. They only see the beauty of the brocade in the "chicken sound, Maodian moon, human trace, Banqiao frost" once, so they subconsciously compare the brocade poems they have written, and find that they are not as good as the match, the scenery, or the level is insufficient.
The three compare with those famous poems. This comparison is also obvious. The words are not bad, but the artistic conception is much worse. The artistic conception is not bad, but it can not reach the uniqueness of word and word brocade.
The middle-aged scholar was excited and said, "OK! This is an unprecedented poem! It should be a poem out of the town and the country. The wonderful words are rare in the world!"
Qu Zhengxiang exclaimed, "the talent of this poem can be seen vaguely. Tao Yuanming is far inferior to me. I don't know which country's famous master's work?"
The old bachelor continued to look down. At the end, he suddenly put down the poem page. His expression was slightly strange and didn't answer Qu Zhengxiang's words.
The middle-aged scholar asked the poem page to fly over. When he looked carefully, he was also silent and looked the same strange.
Qu Zhengxiang hesitated for a moment. He also took the poem and looked carefully. His face was red and his ears were red.
Jingguo, Jixian and Fangyun are very eye-catching.
Zhenguo poetry must be published in the holy way next month, and the county trial poem "no matter what, I want to see him."
"Who doesn't want to see you?"
They looked at each other and laughed.
In Dayuan mansion, Fang Yun and his wife agreed to teach in Fang family school in five days.
In the afternoon, Fang Yun called Liang Yuan and the hired staff to discuss the development direction of the bookstore.
Liang Yuan and others' suggestions are all in line with the rules. Fang Yun did not deny them, but made improvements on the basis of their suggestions, and said very specifically, such as how to advertise, such as marketing, how to select target customers, etc.
Liang Yuan and others were stunned, but they were all experienced people. They immediately realized that Fang Yun's theory was very feasible and even subversive. They wrote it down carefully, and then did it according to the existing conditions.
Finally, Fang Yun formulated the development direction of the bookstore and operated popular novels.
But now popular novels are declining, and most bookstores specializing in popular novels can't make much money. Although others have concerns, they can't refute this owner, so they can only listen.
Fang Yun asked them to immediately make a batch of hard paper bookmarks, at least 50000 pieces, write "Sanwei bookstore" on the bookmarks, design a trademark, and write aphorisms and famous sentences of classics and policies on the bookmarks, which will be attached to the new book in the future.
This is a very common design, but Liang Yuan and the clerk were stunned.
"Boss, aren't you Qiqiao Linglong? Your poetry is so good and your business is so powerful. If you don't go to Wenwei to do business, other businessmen will have to be killed by you."
"Yes, what you said about marketing is simply too powerful. It's not surprising to think about it carefully, but we just can't think of it."
Fang Yun said with a smile, "you should take some popular novels first. I will take out an original novel within five days, and then deliver it for printing. First, I will print 10000 copies."
An old gentleman hurriedly said, "my boss, you haven't done this business. I don't know. Publishing a book can't be so smooth. There is only one Wen Bao and one holy journal in the world , why don't others make newspapers and periodicals? Because the holy academy doesn't allow it. The holy academy allows books to be published, but they must be reviewed by the Academy of Arts. If you want to sell your books in Jiangzhou, you have to go through the review of Jiangzhou Academy of Arts. If you want to sell them in Jingguo, you have to get the "Jingguo school Palace" Five days is far from enough, at least 15 days. Printing books also needs to wait. Without a month, the store can't get books. "
"Should the 'Wenhui Academy' of the State Academy of literature be responsible for this kind of thing?"
"Yes."
"That's no problem. After I finish writing the book, I'll call on Zhou's master book of the State Academy of literature, show him the manuscript and ask him to write a preface. I think I can print the book in five days."
"Ah? Do you know Master Zhou's book? Can you let him write the preface? That's no problem. He happens to be in charge of the Wenhui Institute. There's no problem at all." the old man said with envy and straightened his waist unconsciously.
Other people's eyes brightened, as if they saw hope. Since the new owner knows master Zhou, the Sanwei Bookstore may really be bigger.
"I go home to write a book. I should finish it before dinner tomorrow, and then go to visit master Zhou."
Fang Yun stood up to go. Liang Yuan surprised and stopped him. "What are you talking about? Your book hasn't been finished? Don't tell me you haven't started writing."
"I write a novella about twenty or thirty thousand words. I should be able to finish it in five days. The big deal is not to sleep tonight."
"A novel written in two days?" everyone looked at Fang Yun suspiciously.
"I have an abdominal manuscript. The content is in my heart. Well, go and get busy."
Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan left together, bought some paper candles on the road, specially bought a book about novelists, and came home.
At this time, Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang have cleaned up Fang Yun's East chamber first. Later, Fang Yun and Fang Daniu will live here, and Yang Yuhuan and Mrs. Jiang will live in the west chamber.
Fang Yun took a look at the little fox. It was placed in a bamboo basket, covered with a quilt and unconscious.
The room is filled with faint fragrance, which makes people relaxed, happy and energetic.
"Can the aroma of fragrant fox make people clear headed?"
Fang Yun put the idea behind him and then read the newly bought notes of the stone stove Pavilion.
This book was written by one of the hundred novelists, but the novelists declined, never half sainted, and gradually declined.
Fang Yun first collected the book into the world of rare books, and then began to read it, because the reading speed in the world of rare books was dozens of times that of ordinary people.
It's not good to read too fast when studying the holy classics, but it's still convenient to check the data.
In only half an hour, Fang Yun straightened out the context of the world's popular novels. Like before the Tang Dynasty of the earth, there are only strange novels, and there is no "Tang legend novel", the first monument in the novel.
The Yuan opera, song, Ming and Qing novels of later generations are greatly influenced by the legends of the Tang Dynasty. It can be said that the Legendary Novels of the Tang Dynasty are the ancestors of the novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Among them, strange tales from a Liaozhai and Sanyan Erpai almost completely inherit the style and form of the legends of the Tang Dynasty.
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