Hanmozhai
Jia Heng bowed his hands towards the old man and said, "Please, sir."
The old man was wearing a silk shirt, with gray hair and strong cheeks. He nodded slightly to Jia Heng and asked with a bit of scrutiny in his old eyes: "Young master, do you want to sell the manuscript?"
Jia Heng smiled and said, "I just came here to ask. If the old gentleman doesn't like it, just treat it as a temporary joke."
The old man twirled his beard under his chin, smiled, and said, "I don't know what manuscript it is. Can you take a look at it?"
His master liked these story and picture books the most, and repeatedly told him that if there were any new story books, he must show them to her.
Jia Heng's face paused, a little embarrassed, and said: "I haven't written this out yet."
The old man's expression was a little strange, and he looked a little worried, and said calmly: "Is this young master looking for entertainment for the old man?"
Jia Heng said: "Mr. Haihan, it is true that the manuscript has not been written yet, but the story has already been mastered. If you have a pen and paper here, please wait for a while and write a chapter for me to review."
When the old man saw this, he was stunned by Jia Heng's serious look. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Young master is really a wonderful man."
He told the waiter on the side: "Go find some paper and pen."
The guy responded and quickly took the order.
The old man smiled and said: "I have heard that Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps. Is this the way you imitate the ancients?"
This Hanmo Studio was originally opened by the owner to facilitate the collection of ancient books. He was just here to read books, but it had been a long time since he had met such an interesting young man.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "I dare not compare with the ancients' talents, but I did not deceive the old gentleman just now. I already have a good grasp of the manuscript."
Think about those authors who wrote online articles in the past life. They could write thousands of words an hour, and they were really able to write something eloquently.
Not long after, the guy came over with pen and paper.
At this time, some young scholars who were buying books had already arrived in Hanmo Zhai in twos and threes. When they heard the movement, some gathered around to watch.
One of them, a young man in a straight green shirt, was in his early twenties, with an elegant face and warm eyes. He held a folding fan in his hand and a jade pendant hanging from his waist. He looked at this scene curiously and looked at the tall, square-faced man beside him. The young man in blue robe whispered: "Brother Wendu, does this brother want to write poetry? I don't want to do such an elegant thing. We met in the Hanmo Studio."
These two people were supervisors of Shenjing Imperial College. They had no classes today, so they went to the Hanmo Studio to hang out and prepare to buy some pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Over here, Jia Heng thanked the clerk, took the pen and paper, dipped ink in the inkstone, spread out the paper as white as snow, and started writing.
He originally wanted to write about the Condor Shooting, but the Condor Shooting rhetoric was the vernacular of later generations, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to reach the elegant hall and attract criticism, especially when some scholars gradually gathered around Zhou Fang, so he rewrote the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Half of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms The writing is not white, and the descriptions in words have the charm of classic and historical books.
"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero……"
Therefore, the history of this world is somewhat different from that of China in the previous life. Yang Shen in the Ming Dynasty did exist. During the Jiajing period of the previous Ming Dynasty, there was also a dispute over great etiquette.
However, Yang Shen's fate was different from his previous life. He was not exiled to Yunnan. This Linjiang Immortal has never appeared. Of course, even if it had appeared, there is nothing wrong with quoting other people's poems in the book.
But when Linjiang Immortal came out, everyone who was watching was surprised.
"This Que Linjiang Immortal is really generous, tragic, and soul-stirring. It seems like a new word? And this word is sparse and broad, and the pen is sharp, like a sword and axe, an iron painting and a silver hook... It is really a great skill." The young man who expresses his literary skills, With an aggressive look, he looked at the young man in green shirt beside him and asked in a low voice: "Brother Han, you have many friends, do you know who this brother is?"
The green-robed young man shook his head, with a surprised expression on his face, and whispered: "I looked nervous, so I'll just ask you later."
Jia Heng wrote Linjiangxian in regular regular script, with a smooth and smooth writing style. After Linjiangxian wrote Linjiangxian, he began to write "The general trend of the world, if it is divided for a long time, it must be united, and if it is united for a long time, it must be divided..."
I have been writing for a long time, thousands of words eloquently, and it took more than an hour to write a dozen sheets. After I finished writing one sheet, it was passed out from the hands of the old man in Hanmo Studio. After a while, three or five people onlookers circulated it to each other. It's not boring either.
The sounds of tutting and sighing are endless.
There are some that praise the poem with sharp and sharp words, some that are broad-minded and freehand, and some that lament the powerful start of the plot.
"What a peach orchard sworn brotherhood! The meeting between the emperor and his ministers makes people feel relaxed and fascinated." The young man in blue robe, who expressed his literary style, praised the knot.
Jia Heng put down his pen, squeezed his sore wrist, and said to himself, this kind of copying method is really not that tiring.
The old man smiled and said: "Young master is really unexpected. Why haven't you asked him his name yet?"
Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "Jia Heng."
"Your surname is Jia?" Han Hui, the young man in green shirt, looked at the young man named Wendu and whispered: "Brother Yu, your surname is Jia, is that it?"
Yu Zhen nodded and said: "There seems to be no other place in Beijing except on that street for people named Jia."
This is the appearance of the second Duke Ning Rong in the capital of the Han Dynasty. There are two houses and eight houses. All the people with the Jia surname in the capital are likely to be descendants of the Jia family.
A strange color flashed in the old man's eyes, and there was also speculation in his mind. He asked the waiter to bring a cup of fragrant tea to Jia Heng, and said in a deep voice: "How many times will the manuscript of Mr. Jia be read in the future?"
Jia Heng took a sip of tea and knew that the old man was already attracted. He smiled and said, "One hundred and twenty times."
The old man was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "Please give me a chance to speak."
With that said, he asked people to pack it up, then took a stack of manuscripts and headed towards the second floor.
Jia Heng nodded, put down the tea cup, and followed the old man to the second floor.
Over here, Han Hui and Yu Zhen looked at each other. Han Hui smiled and said, "We will go there after Brother Jia has finished talking about things."
Yu Zhen frowned and said, "The Jia family has a high lintel, and the children have always set their sights higher than the top. I'm afraid it's hard to make friends."
Han Hui smiled and said: "Brother Wendu, do you think this brother Jia's outfit looks like he came from the Rongning Second Mansion?"
Yu Zhen's face suddenly became clear and he said, "That's it."
"Back then, the second Duke Rong Ning lived in the eighth house in the capital. Over the generations, he had many distant relatives. He and Ning Rong's second house were almost like neighbors. If this brother Jia Heng really came from the second house, he would not be so strapped for money. This article has been exchanged for silver."
Yu Zhen smiled and said, "What Brother Han said makes sense."
Regardless of the two people's speculation about Jia Heng's identity, Jia Heng followed the old man into the second floor. There were still rows of bookcases on the second floor, but there was an elegant house near the window. The old man entered first and said with a smile: "Jia Heng." Sir, please.”
The guests and hosts took their seats.
Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "You're welcome, sir."
The old man smiled and said: "Old Liu Tong, Mr. Jia just call me Shopkeeper Liu."
Jia Heng said politely that he didn't dare, and called Mr. Liu.
Liu Tongtong: "I'm taking the liberty of saying, Mr. Jia, is he from Ningrong Street?"
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Mr. Liu has a keen eye and Heng is the queen of Ning State."
The old man was surprised and said: "It turns out that he was the queen of Ning Gong. No wonder he could write such heroic and open-minded articles. It was disrespectful just now."
Jia Heng chuckled lightly and said: "Heng's lineage is not the direct lineage of the Ningguo Changfang, otherwise, he would not have come to the old gentleman."
Liu Tong smiled and said: "But the blood flowing on the young master's body is not Ning Guogong's blood?"
Jia Heng's face paused slightly, and he sighed in his heart. This is what makes people speechless.
No matter what he does in the future, whether he takes the imperial examination, joins the army, or becomes an official, he will be naturally linked to the Jia family in the eyes of the world.
Liu Tong smiled and said: "Master Jia, this painting is good, but about the Three Kingdoms, there are also paintings, operas and storytelling drums. I may not be able to have a novel effect."
The next step was the formal business negotiation process. The shopkeeper Liu Tong started by saying that the manuscript was not novel enough, so that he could lower the price in the next step.
