In the city of Shenjing, outside the Hanmo Studio, there are many people wearing scholar uniforms and blue square robes on their heads.
But yesterday Hanmozhai published a storybook called "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". First, some readers spread it by word of mouth, and then the word-of-mouth gradually spread.
At first, the scholars circulated it to each other, but it was not enough. Those who were wealthy brought silver coins, looked at the seal of Hanmozhai on the book, searched for it according to the picture, and came to the Zhaizhao to buy scripts.
The term "Linjiang Immortal" has been widely circulated in the Imperial College, major academies, and scholars. Allusions such as the three sworn brothers in Taoyuan, Meng De offering his sword, and the three heroes fighting Lu Bu are even more talked about.
As time goes by, the popularity of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is also sinking to the common people and the common people.
It can be said that in the capital city of today, if you don't talk about Liu Guanzhang, it will be in vain to read all the poems and books.
"All you gentlemen, gentlemen and gentlemen, please line up in an orderly manner and pay first before purchasing books." Several waiters greeted him with a smile in front of the Hanmo Studio.
In the bookshelf in front of Hanmozhai, there are hundreds of books, either beautifully bound or simply bound in blue, with the four characters "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" on the cover and Jia Heng's seal in the small right corner.
Liu Tong, the shopkeeper of Hanmozhai, stood under the eaves and looked at the raging sales outside, with a smile on his old face. Such sales have been going on for two days. As soon as the Three Kingdoms manuscript was released yesterday, these scholars went crazy. generally.
"Senior, who do you think this Jia Heng is?" A young scholar in his early twenties asked the middle-aged scholar with a short beard beside him.
The middle-aged scholar said: "I heard that he came from Ningguo, and it seems that he is now the head of the Jia clan."
When the Qingjin scholar heard this, he looked suspicious and murmured: "Can a high-ranking person have such literary talent? Students are sophisticated in their diction, and those who have studied classics and history for a long time cannot write it. Could it be that it was written by someone else? Catching a knife..."
The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said: "Zhao doesn't know this. I just thought that with such a manuscript, who would be willing to ghostwrite it and make wedding dresses for others."
At that time, an old man in a brown silk shirt smiled and said: "The author of this book is the person who resigned from the hereditary title of Ningguo the day before yesterday. This person cannot be judged by common sense."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
"It turns out to be this person!"
"This is Daxian!"
With the passage of time, Jia Heng's reputation as a virtuous man who refused to resign his title has been spread from Shilin Kedao to the streets and alleys. With the imperial edict being widely spread at home and abroad through his residence, it has become somewhat well-known throughout the country.
How should I put it, even though they have never seen his face, scholars have all heard of such a person's name.
"The lecturer in the prison said that this Jia Ziyu has the style of an ancient wise man. His speeches are both noble and honorable, both moral and rationale, and touching. He asked us to recite the full text." At this time, a chubby man who looked like thirteen or fourteen years old said with a bitter face.
Everyone: "..."
Looking at the heated scene here, Han Hui and Yu Zhen, each holding a book on the Three Kingdoms in their hands, both had complicated expressions.
Han Hui said with a smile: "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms is really shocking and extraordinary. I'm afraid if it continues like this, it will gradually become more expensive than the imperial capital."
"Yes, now Ziyu has both political integrity and talent, and he deserves to be famous in Beijing." Yu Zhen said with emotion with an envious face, then frowned and said in surprise: "It's just Ziyu? For two days I haven’t seen him in prison.”
"Wendu, you are burying your head in the documents, studying the craftsmanship carefully, and not paying attention to the news in Shenjing. It is not a misuse. The original word of "Dream of Red Mansions" was not mentioned in the Di newspaper. Jia Heng was given the title of Jinyi to command the affairs, and he accompanied the first army of the Beijing camp. We've gone to suppress the bandits." Han Hui said with a smile.
As the son of the Second Assistant to the Cabinet, he knew the goings-on in the Kamijing City very well.
"Suppressing bandits? Could it be... Cuihua Mountain?" Yu Zhen was stunned at first, but when Han Hui nodded, his expression changed slightly and said: "The group of bandits in Cuihua Mountain, the Beijing camp has been defeated several times, and the soldiers are fierce and dangerous. Isn’t it child’s play to go there rashly?”
Han Hui frowned and sighed: "So Ziyu is taking a bit of a risk in this matter."
According to his thinking, now that the virtuous man is known both at home and abroad, and he has gained the reputation of writing books, it is the time when he has made friends with scholars and will take the imperial examination in the next year to become an official.
Even if the bandit returns without success, it will have a certain impact on his reputation even if he doesn't say anything about his mistakes or other unknown things.
"Zi Yu's move is indeed unwise. Now it's better to be still than to move." Yu Zhen's eyes flashed and he said softly.
Although Han Hui didn't say anything, he basically made this assumption.
Shenjing City, Yongyefang, Tangqiao Hutong
In a house with a deep courtyard and multiple entrances, in the study room, Li Zan, a bachelor of Wuyingdian, the Minister of the Ministry of War, sat behind the desk, put down the official document in his hand, rubbed his brows, walked to the window, and looked at the garden scenery.
But he saw his son Li Yi running past the gallery next to the hanging flower door with a book in his hand, looking like he had acquired something rare. Li Zan's thin face showed a gloomy green energy, and he scolded: "stop!"
His son, who had found Xianshu from nowhere, had such a frivolous smile on his face.
Li Yi turned around as if a restraining spell had been cast on him, looked at Li Zan at the window, with a stagnant smile on his face, and called out: "Father."
"What are you holding in your hand? You've been reading some shady books all day long. If you don't do well next autumn, go back to your hometown in Hunan!" Li Zan shouted with a stern look on his face.
Li Yi was scolded and did not dare to respond.
"Bring the book over here!" Li Zan shouted.
Li Yi trembled and quickly entered the study, almost tripping over the threshold and staggering.
Li Zan frowned and said, "He's so careless and careless. He doesn't look stable at all."
Li Yi looked stern, straightened his expression, and handed the book over with both hands.
Li Zan looked pale, reached out to take the book, lowered his eyes, saw the title on the cover, and then... was stunned for a moment, and then quickly started to read through it.
"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes..." Li Zan browsed the word "Linjiang Immortal", his eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued to look down. He was fascinated by this sight, and the page turned in his palm. .
Li Yi raised his head and glanced at his father, seeing him reading selflessly.
I thought to myself, my father is like this. I flipped through the "Legends of the Tang Dynasty" that I took away last time in the study, and the creases were all in the middle. Apparently my father also read this kind of casual books.
"Great book!" Li Zan suddenly praised it after reading several chapters.
Li Yi was so frightened that he shrank his neck and at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.
And similar scenes like this gradually appeared in some high-end mansions in Shenjing City.
This is an era when entertainment is scarce, and the Three Kingdoms dialects almost swept the entire Shenjing very quickly.
As for Jia Heng and Jia Ziyu's name, it also spread towards the Shenjing City at a hurricane-like speed.
If "Ci Jue Biao" was well-known among the scholar-bureaucrats, it was only spread on a small scale by the scholar-bureaucrat class, then a large number of common people who were quick to do things and prepared for things, ordinary people who did not care much about politics, through "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" The publication of the manuscript has already made the city of Shenjing known
Shenjing Mancheng talks about the Three Kingdoms!
With the re-interpretation of some storytellers and operas, this trend of "breaking the circle" will become more and more obvious.
It was almost dusk, and the golden sunset fell in the Rongguofu mansion. The autumn sunset was particularly gorgeous.
Jia Zheng returned home from the yamen of the Ministry of Industry, holding a book of Three Kingdoms dialects in his hand. After hearing about it from his colleagues in the Ministry of Industry, he asked Chang Sui to buy one when he came back.
"How could Ziyu write such a magnificent article?" Jia Zheng sighed in his heart, looking at the beautifully bound book in his hand.
In Leng Zixing's speech at Rongguo Mansion, the son-in-law of Zhou Rui's family said that Jia Zheng loved reading since childhood, was upright and upright, and was favored by his grandfather.
This is both true and false. It is true that I love reading, but this book is probably not just the Four Books and Five Classics, but the notes of contemporary people, and the like.
Jia Zheng, an old bookworm for many years, sighed with emotion. He was about to go to Rongqing Hall when he suddenly frowned and heard the whispers of the servants.
"Have you heard? The elder said that Uncle Heng from Dongfu will not come back. Otherwise, there will be no news for a few days. The soldiers are in danger and the war is dangerous. I guess something unexpected has happened..."
"Shut up, you bastard!" Jia Zheng shouted coldly with anger on his face.
Several servants who were gathering in the corridor were suddenly startled, and they all saluted and said, "Master."
"Who told you to use your words here to curse me, the leader of the Jia clan?" Jia Zheng said angrily.
Na Chang Sui said: "It is said in both the East and the West, otherwise it has been three days and there is no news from Uncle Heng..."
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Jia Zheng's face darkened and he shouted: "Tell the government not to spread rumors. If you dare to talk nonsense again, you will be beaten with sticks and sent out."
He had just heard who was uttering these curse words. There was a rumor this morning that the eight hundred weak brigade had been wiped out long ago, but...
Jia Zheng sighed in his heart, took the book in his hand, and walked towards Rongqing Hall. He wanted to persuade his mother later and could no longer let his brother make such poisonous words.
Rongqing Hall
Jia Mu also frowned and asked Sister Feng, "What are the recent rumors in this house?"
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Sister Feng Danfeng's eyes, she smiled and said: "Old ancestors, they are all those bastards down below who talk nonsense. I was just saying that I wanted to clean it up. Ping'er, let the leaders of Zhou Rui's family go around. , if there are those who chew their tongues, they should be rectified and corrected, and they will become more and more outrageous, and they will cause trouble in the old lady's house."
"Yes, grandma." Ping'er responded.
Mrs. Wang looked surprised, smiled softly, and said, "Girl Feng, what are the servants in the house telling you?"
Tanchun and Daiyu both looked up.
Baoyu, who was playing chess with Yingchun on the side, raised his head and said, "Mingyan also said this morning that Uncle Heng from Dongfu cannot come back. The Beijing camp sent 3,000 soldiers last time but they couldn't capture it." , Uncle Heng went there with 800 people, but there was no news for three days, probably because..."
When Mrs. Wang heard this, her heart moved slightly, and a trace of doubt appeared on her fair face, and she said: "Didn't Brother Heng from Dongfu say that he would follow a thousand households? Your uncle has just been appointed as the governor of the Beijing camp. Qianhu is coming." A thousand soldiers."
Baoyu put down the chess pieces, scratched his head, and said sheepishly: "I also heard what Mingyan said, there are not a thousand people, only eight hundred people."
Tanchun answered, the girl's voice was clear and sweet, and explained: "Madam, any of these military leaders now, who don't eat their quota and drink their blood, lead a thousand soldiers, it's good to have 800 under them. The rest of the salary fell into the pockets of these military leaders."
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she paused with the Buddha beads she was holding in her hand. She looked at Tanchun, who had handsome eyes and trimmed her eyebrows, and said with a smile: Today, I have gained a lot of experience. I didn't expect that there are so many ways to do things in the military. "
Sister Feng smiled and said: "Ancestor, I don't think so. There is also a female general hiding in our family. She talks about military affairs very clearly."
Jia's mother also smiled and said: "Let me tell you, the third girl is lucky to be born as a girl. If she were born as a boy, she would be able to make great achievements and be made a prince."
Everyone in the room chuckled.
Daiyu glanced at Tanchun, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Tanchun with starry eyes, as if to say, "You are not Mu Guiying?"
However, Tanchun didn't have much intention to continue playing with Daiyu. Eight hundred soldiers went to suppress the bandits, and it's possible that they were all old, weak, sick and disabled. That uncle Heng...
While everyone was talking, Lin Zhixiao's family entered the hall quietly and said with a low eyebrow: "Old lady, madam, the second master is here."
Jia Mu wiped away the smile on her face, glanced at Baoyu, whose smile was frozen on his face, and his eyes were full of fear. She sighed and said, "Let him come in."
After a while, Jia Zheng straightened his clothes, walked around several screens, walked to Rongqing Hall, and said, "My son has met his mother."
Mrs. Wang stood up and looked at Jia She.
Jia Mu smiled and said, "Since you're out of office, just go to the house and rest. I don't need to do morning and dusk readings here. Feng Yatou and Lan'er are still here."
Jia Zheng looked calm and sighed: "My son came here because he has something to say to his mother."
When Jia Mu heard this, she was stunned for a moment and said, "What are you talking about?"
Jia Zhengdao: "My son was sitting in the yamen from outside. I heard from the yamen that Brother Heng from Dongfu had published a book. Now it is spreading everywhere in Shenjing City. My son brought the book here."
As he spoke, he took out the manuscript of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and said: "This historical work has the style of a great generation. Now people in Kyoto are reciting Ziyu's literary name. It is even said that our Jiamen produced such a literary seed. But just when my son came back, he heard the servants saying that Ziyu had gone to suppress the bandits and something unexpected had happened. The son thought that this was not the right thing to say in a family that has accumulated good deeds!"
Jia Mu smiled and said, "Look, Feng girl, I just said that the rumors in this yard are really outrageous and asked you to sort them out. In a blink of an eye, Baoyu and I came over to talk about this matter."
The red phoenix eyes under Sister Feng's willow eyebrows twinkled and she said with a smile: "Old ancestors, this is called mother and son connecting with each other. They think they are together."
Jia Zheng's lips twitched as he listened to these words below. He was already several dozen years old.
However, Mother Jia smiled so hard that her face creased. She smiled, looked at the book in Jia Zheng's hand, and said, "Well, what book was that just mentioned? When did Brother Heng write a book?"
"Mom, please read." Jia Zheng said, handing over the book with both hands.
Yuanyang stepped forward quickly, bowed first, and then reached out to take it.
Before leaving the palace, Jia's mother was also a princess, but she was also literate. She picked up the book and flipped through it, and the song "Linjiang Fairy" came into view.
Baoyu, Daiyu, and Tanchun on the side also came forward out of curiosity.
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