Song Mu returned to the Jizhou Guild Hall, still thinking about the incident just now. When he came to the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of the door.
At this moment, there are still many students gathered in front of the Jizhou Guild Hall, but the difference is that now there are several carriages parked on one side, and there seem to be people in the Jizhou Guild Hall.
Song Mu was a little confused when he saw this situation, so he lowered his body and entered the guild hall through the small door on one side.
As soon as I entered the club, I heard several people talking, and soon the familiar voice of Shopkeeper Mo rang out.
"Everyone, the Mr. Song Mu Song you are looking for is here. If you have something, please tell him in detail."
Song Mu was about to go upstairs, but when he heard what Shopkeeper Mo said, he was about to quicken his pace, but several people immediately rushed over and blocked Song Mu at the entrance of the stairs with excited faces.
Song Mu had never seen so many middle-aged people come forward to block people like this, and he looked wary at the moment. However, at this moment, one of the middle-aged people with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks immediately raised his hand towards Song Mu, and then said with a smile.
"Don't be surprised, Mr. Song. I am Bi Shiqian, the shopkeeper of Shuxiang Pavilion. I handed you a message yesterday. Our boss invites you to discuss matters at Pinxian Building."
"Don't get ahead of me, Mr. Bi. Mr. Song, I am Jiang Guang, the shopkeeper of Zhenyue Bookstore. Our boss invites you to a banquet at Yipinju."
"Moreover, Mr. Song, I am..."
At present, these six or seven middle-aged people are rushing to introduce their identities to Song Mu, and all the spittles are directed at Song Mu's face. If Song Mu didn't have some identity, they would have to step forward to pull him. Fan.
Song Mu was also a little overwhelmed by this scene and could only look to the other side.
Shopkeeper Mo was trying to persuade him with a bitter look on his face, but he said to Song Mu with some shame.
"Young master, don't blame me. These are the shopkeepers of major bookstores in the city. They came to you to discuss publishing books. I think this is not a bad thing, so I let them in."
Shopkeeper Mo was explaining over there, but Song Mu was extremely helpless when he saw the situation in front of him, and he was still a little alert at the moment.
Could it be that the fact that he wrote "Hundred Demons' Miscellaneous Talk" was leaked out, but logically speaking, such folk books would not make these people so excited.
So at the moment, Song Mu could only bow his hands, and then asked a few people.
"I understand, but Song asked me, why did you come to Song Mu?"
Song Mu's words were a bit harsh. When these people heard Song Mu's question, they all stopped talking. At this moment, they all looked at each other, and the sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked Bi Shiqian came up and said.
"The head of Song Dynasty's case is guilty. We only learned yesterday that the young master has arrived in the provincial capital. We came here this time in the hope that the young master will talk to me, Shuxiang Pavilion, about publishing a collection of poems."
"Hey, we were talking about publishing a collection of poems with my Zhenyue Bookstore!"
"No, it's me..."
Seeing that several people were about to quarrel again, Song Mu quickly patted the railing. Only now did he understand the beginning and end of the matter, and he immediately asked.
"Song only wrote a few thin poems. Fortunately, he was recognized by everyone, but he didn't dare to publish a collection of poems."
Song Mu said this, but several people disagreed. At that moment, Bi Shiqian came up to argue.
"Young master is overly worried. Seventy-eight of his poems have been published in the "Tianwen Magazine" in succession, and most of them are ranked first. During this period, he has written seven or eight talented poems, which are already admired by people all over the world."
"Although your poems have already been published in Tianwen Magazine, you did not personally annotate them after all, which makes everyone unhappy..."
The other party said this, but it was a bit risky. After all, it meant that the Hanlin editor's understanding of poetry was not deep enough.
But after all, Song Mu is the original author, and his understanding of poetry must be deeper.
"So I, Shuxiangge, would like to cooperate with you and publish a collection of poems personally annotated by you. Of course, it would be even better if you could add a few new poems to it. As for the publication of the collection of poems, you have reached an agreement with our employer. , I can take care of the rest."
The others also nodded at this moment, and then looked at Song Mu one by one.
Although Song Mu didn't know what his poems were like in the provincial capital now, the shopkeepers present were all human beings, so they already had a full understanding of it.
In this world, the worship of literati has reached a feverish level. Poems and articles that try to win the first place in the imperial examination can immediately set off a storm and attract countless literati students.
The young man in front of them is even more different. Everyone still remembers that after "Night Nostalgia" appeared in Tianwen Magazine, the entire provincial capital talked about it overnight. Some people even discovered that it was a good piece of music and re-wrote the lyrics. It was passed on to the singer to perform, and it became popular all over the city for a while.
Later, "Nanxiangzi", "Occurrence" and "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums" were also widely praised. At that time, there were even many people waiting in front of the bookstall, just to see Song Mu's poems for the first time.
If all these things still make some people think that Song Mu is just a poet who relies on elegance, his sincere "Exorcism" has made countless readers excited and admire him.
The feat of being published in "Tianwen Magazine" six times made countless literati excited. This achievement was simply dazzling, and Song Mu almost instantly became a role model in the hearts of literati.
It just so happened that this Song Mu happened to be a talented man from Jiangnan West Road. Now that they saw Song Mu as a handsome young man, they were even more excited.
At this moment, they have even imagined how many anecdotes about literati to embellish this collection of poems.
I'm afraid that by then, not only the literati, but also the singers, dancers, and harem ladies will want to collect a copy.
Among them are huge profits.
So at this moment, their eyes were shining when they looked at Song Mu, and they wished that Song Mu in front of them would nod immediately.
"Mr. Song, what do you think? You can negotiate our terms!"
Several people spoke again immediately, but saw Song Mu's expression change from stunned to calm.
The next moment, they only saw Song Mu smiling and shaking his head.
"Everyone, I think your wish is going to come true."
Everyone was suddenly stunned, and Song Mu said to several people at this moment.
"I don't have such thoughts now, and I don't think I can be so arrogant. I apologize for my lack of talent and knowledge. I am not interested in poetry collections or anything like that, at least right now."
"Everyone, please come back."
After Song Mu said this, he immediately turned and went up the stairs. Bi Shiqian was still a little unwilling to give up at the moment, so he spoke to Song Muzai.
"Young Master, there is nothing wrong with this. If the collection of poems becomes famous, wouldn't it be possible for more people to read it? This will also be of great benefit to Young Master."
Song Mu paused after hearing this, and everyone suddenly felt happy, thinking that Song Mu had changed his mind.
But in the end, all they received in response was Song Mu's gloomy gaze.
"Of course everyone in the world hopes that the poetry will be famous far and wide, but what you value now is not my ambition, but the money bags of countless people."
"Song will have his own ideas in the future. Thank you very much. Don't mention anything again. Please come back."
After Song Mu said this, he walked away, leaving a few people looking at each other in disbelief, but they looked at each other quite dejectedly.
"Song Ansou, he really won't publish a collection of poems?"
"Hey, could it be that someone got there first? I said I would come yesterday!"
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