When the updated shout rang out, a smirk emerged from the corner of Xiao Letian's mouth. Although the reaction of the scholars outside the door was a bit unexpected, it was still acceptable. Xiao Letian was very confident in his book. He knew that the ancients only had a few entertainment methods, and had no idea what the information explosion was.
Today's literati, apart from studying the books of saints and sages, spend their boring time holding a copy of "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Plum in the Golden Vase". Except that the lives of rich people are quite colorful, in fact, the spiritual life of most low-class literati is very empty. There are only a few books that come and go, and they have long been tired of reading them over and over again.
Now Xiao Letian has given them a new choice, and he is using a very novel mode of communication, which is serialization. Do you want to wait until I finish writing it before printing it? I'm not that stupid. I just want to use this kind of episodic novel that is both humorous and informative, and captures your hearts in the form of a serial. Regardless of how fierce you are in scolding me, when a new chapter comes out, the biggest grabbers will be. It has to be you. Please come to more and faster chapters.
Lewis suddenly laughed when he heard the roar outside and said, "I don't know whether your prediction about the president is accurate, but I know that your prediction of becoming a master of Western learning is very likely to succeed. I have read your book, it is very exciting... But I have a personal request, could you please step aside from something in the history of our founding of the United States?"
Xiao Letian laughed as soon as he heard this, okay, are you embarrassed now? Are you afraid that I will expose all the disgraceful things of killing Indians and enslaving black people? Haha, this is not easy to handle. If there is no benefit these days, who cares whether you can live with it or not?
As soon as Lewis saw Xiao Letian's evil smile, he understood that this matter was discussed, but if you want to rely on lip service, you have to talk with benefits.
"Let's talk about this later. On the one hand, I haven't written about the war yet. If I continue the series like this, I want to wait for your domestic intelligence feedback to come back. I may not be able to write about your affairs in the United States. There is no rush. No rush. ah……"
At this time, the roar outside the Fan Mansion was louder than before. These scholars were smart enough to bribe the concierge of the Fan family with money. When they learned that Xiao Letian lived in the Fan Mansion and did not go out at all today, their roars became even louder. Three points.
"Update...update...update...we want to see Mr. Xiao..."
Now that the stage was set, it was almost done. Fan Yan's housekeeper stood outside the study and said with a low eyebrow, "Sir, you'd better show your face. If you don't go out, these scholars will probably smash our concierge..." …”
"Break down the door? I think they dare! Butler, go and tell them, do they want to scold me or fight? If they want to learn, is there such a method of coercion? You also say that you are a scholar, a little courtesy I don’t even understand! Where’s the greeting card? Where’s the invitation? What’s the point of blocking my door? Go tell them, when will I understand where I went wrong and then I’ll meet them..." After saying that, Xiao Letian closed the study with a bang. Then I went to practice speaking with Lewis.
The butler patted his thigh and said that Mr. Xiao was really awesome. There were seventy or eighty scholars and scholars outside. You just showed up when you said you didn't want to see him, and you still want me to scold them? Aren't you making things difficult for me? There are all Wenquxing out there, and I, a commoner, am scolding them?
But when I think about it again, I am so scared that I didn’t hear those literati call me Mr. Xiao. This is already putting me in a low position. I scolded a few words on my behalf, but they still dare to bite me!
The butler took a few deep breaths and strode out.
The door to Fan's house finally opened, and the housekeeper walked out with a serious look, "What are you yelling about? Be quiet, be quiet, Mr. Xiao has something to convey to me."
"You guys came to the door with such murderous intent. Do you want to start a war of words, or do you want to fight directly? Where did Mr. Xiao offend you to make you mobilize like this?"
As soon as the housekeeper spoke, everyone present was stunned. Everyone looked around and thought, yes, they originally wanted to come to ask for advice, but now a group of people blocked the door. At this time, the first young nobleman came forward and cupped his hands, "Sorry, sorry, we were so reckless. Please tell Mr. Xiao, butler, that we are not here to cause trouble. We just want to see you and listen to your teachings. That's enough..." "
At this time, another young man next to him said, "Steward, this is Luo Haoluo, the editor of the Hanlin Academy. The following is the walking chapter of the Military Aircraft Department. Wen Xiu and Wen Shida, and everyone behind him are also famous literati in the capital. Scholar, I kindly ask you to see Mr. Xiao today, and I hope the housekeeper can report it on your behalf..." After saying this, he took out a small silver coin and forced it into the housekeeper's hand.
After all, the Fan Mansion is a businessman's family, and the housekeeper usually meets all the master's business friends, but he really didn't expect that the dignified superior officer would give him a reward. He was so frightened that he gave up the reward for just one thousand, and he did not dare to ask for the reward. .
"I thank you for the reward, but Mr. Xiao still has something to say. If you are not here to quarrel, then please bring out the greeting cards or invitations... Mr. Xiao also said... and..." the old housekeeper said with a face All turned red.
Hanlin Luo Hao smiled at the side and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if Mr. scolds us, it's still our blessing. The housekeeper doesn't have to hesitate..."
The old housekeeper quickly lowered his head, "Sir, you also said that you all read the books of sages, and this word of etiquette is indispensable... You have been blocking the door and shouting for a long time, and it's hard for your face, sir!" At this point, the old housekeeper also risked his life. He whispered in a low voice, "Masters, you should write an invitation. I looked at you, sir, and he meant that he wanted you to treat him..."
"Oops! How big of a deal do I think this is? I'm so confused..." Zhang Jingwenxiu, a military officer, smiled bitterly and slapped his thigh. "It's because we're too impatient. I'll arrange a banquet for Mr. Xiao at Baihualou tonight. Brother Luo, your handwriting is the most beautiful. You don’t have to write this invitation…”
Just do it. The concierge had pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Hanlin wrote it in his own hand, and Zhang Jing poured water to grind it. After a while, a very respectful invitation was handed to the butler's hand. The butler ran to the inner house with the invitation.
The ancient people's invitations did not mean that they would arrange a banquet immediately after posting. They had to wait for the invited person to respond before they could prepare it. Therefore, they really didn't dare to leave unless Xiao Letian nodded. After only a quarter of an hour, the butler came out with a smile, "My lords, Mr. Invitation has been accepted. I will definitely arrive tonight!"
With a bang, people's hearts fell to the ground. These people who came today are all die-hard fans of "Westward Journey". They were all excited and gearing up. They went home to recharge their batteries and wait to watch Idol tonight.
Tonight, the author of "Journey to the West", Xiao Letian, is going to Baihualou for a meeting. The news is flying all over the city as if it has wings. All the literati who can establish a relationship with Luo Hao and Wenxiu have come personally or sent people to visit. Ask, everyone wants an invitation. Update as soon as possible
The two of them were really scratching their heads. No matter how big the Baihua Building was, it couldn't accommodate all the literati in Beijing. They could only choose familiar and famous people to attend the meeting. As for the other people, they could only say sorry.
In the evening, the sky has just darkened. The Baihua Building located deep in the Bada Hutong has lit up the lamps early. The big teapots are busy working desperately. Under the command of the old bustard, all the gold and jade treasures at the bottom of the box are put out. The porcelain on the floor was replaced with brand new ones.
Since ancient times, China has emphasized the importance of matching talented men with beautiful women. When the madam and the girls heard that Mr. Xiao, who had moved the capital, was coming to the banquet, and many of the top literati in Sijiu City were coming to the banquet, they were extremely excited. In decline.
The girls started to dress up in the afternoon, with layers of pink on their faces, which were as red as a monkey's butt. Of course, the top girls were not so tacky. They only applied light powder, but each of them took out all the foreign perfumes they had collected for a long time.
"Mr. Xiao is a man who grew up in the West. Why don't you try to impress him without decorating yourself with some foreign goods? These vulgar fans..."
More and more people are coming. Today Luo Hanlin and Wen Zhangjing came to a large private room. Baihualou had put up a sign for the private room early. The old madam, wearing heavy makeup, greeted every distinguished guest at the door with provocative eyes. The madam girls in other buildings are going crazy.
Time passed by, and the sky became darker and darker. The red lanterns in the eight alleys were all lit up, and the fragrant breeze here had merged into a river, intoxicating groups of heroes, literati and poets.
When the foreigner's clock struck seven o'clock, suddenly there was a crisp sound of horse hooves from the alley entrance, followed by the clatter of wheels rolling over the stone road. Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the distance, and it became louder and louder. , getting louder and louder. Please come to more and faster chapters. When the people in Baihua Building saw clearly, the Madam almost died of shock.
"Ghost... ghost pulls the cart..." The big teapot next to her quickly supported her. The old madam was right. This was really the ghost-drawn carriage that Beijingers talked about. It was actually a British-style four-wheeled carriage, the kind with a black carriage. Two bright gas lamps were hung on the driver’s side. It is much brighter than the lanterns of the Qing Dynasty.
The driver was a Kunlun slave. His dark face was almost invisible at night. If it weren't for the white collar and cuffs of his shirt, people would have thought that the car was driverless.
This is a single-horse car. Due to its reasonable design and the use of top-grade European parts, it runs light and fast. There are also shiny metal accessories on the armrests, windows and tiny corners. Chinese people who don't know much can tell that this car is much more upscale than the black-topped cars of the Qing Dynasty.
The bell rang crisply all the way, and the tall Arabian horse quickly rushed to the door of Baihualou. In front of the stunned people, the carriage door was opened and another black man jumped out. It was Xiao Letian's old friend, the black man Simon. He The tripod and the camera were still on his shoulders.
The shiny black leather boots stretched out, and the iron soles clicked on the stone floor, and then a pretty boy with oily hair and pink face got out of the carriage.
"Oh my God!" The old bustard's eyes turned dark and he almost fainted. Not only her, but also the literati waiting at the door exclaimed, "The second devil... he is really a second devil!"
Xiao Letian wore a fitted black formal suit, a pure white shirt, a small bow tie, and a British-style cane in his hand. The most eye-catching thing is his hair. I don’t know how much hair wax he put on it. The classic small parting has turned into the big back hair popular in Europe and America. It is so smooth that even flies will slip on their feet when they land on it.
This was the fourth year of Tongzhi. Foreigners had just poured into the interior of China, and people were still imagining foreign devils. Even old men and women would scare them with ridiculous rumors such as red hair, blue eyes, hooked noses, and stealing children to eat at night. Little grandson.
But today, Xiao Letian, standing in front of everyone, told everyone in a dazzling way that the clothes of the foreign devils are actually quite good-looking, especially when they are worn on his natural clothes rack.
Suddenly, a flash of light burst out, and Xiao Letian's figure was preserved forever. At that moment, he only had a prank thought in his mind: "Historians in future generations will see this tall man who is so domineering and blowing up the sky." Image, I don’t know how to evaluate it?”
