In front of the gate of Langya Pavilion, because of the verbal propaganda of a group of rangers, coupled with the gimmick of millions of dollars.
Chang'an City at this moment!
Regardless of whether they are residents in the city or those who have settled outside the city, there are people who come here because of its reputation.
As long as you are human, you will have the dream of getting rich overnight. Some people may ask, if modern people fantasize about this kind of daydream, would ancient people also have this beautiful dream?
Of course it will!
otherwise...
How could the idiom "Huang Liang Yimeng" appear?
Because Huo Guangyou said that when asking the rangers to publicize everywhere, they should pay special attention to making a statement. This writing competition on calligraphy and paper is open to everyone, regardless of their status.
so.
At this moment, talents from all walks of life gathered in front of Langya Pavilion.
There are traders and lackeys, literati and knights who were arranged by Huo Guang to spread the news.
After all, he said it then.
Anyone can participate!
So...
Naturally, this includes rangers.
It's just that the crowd at this moment is a little noisy. Because Langya Pavilion has not opened its doors to sell paper within the agreed time, giving all those who dream of getting rich overnight a chance to participate in the competition.
Ever since!
Some of the bolder ones began to question whether the information promoted by the rangers was accurate.
"Hey, is the news you rangers said accurate?"
"That's right, why haven't you opened the door yet?"
"Sure enough, the words coming out of these idle people's mouths are the most unreliable!"
"Yes, it's not believable at all..."
"Huh? Why the hell are you talking to me? I'm going to kill you..."
"Selling biscuits!"
"Go, go, who will buy your biscuits?"
"..."
In front of Langya Pavilion, there was a commotion. At this moment, the door of Langya Pavilion suddenly opened. Baskets of money were carried in and poured into the large wooden box that had been packed in the pavilion in a rude and casual manner.
Look at that!
seem.
What they poured in was not copper coins, but a pile of scrap metal.
According to historical records.
In the Han Dynasty, the standard for classifying the richest people in each county was a family property of three million. You know, this is just family property, including land, houses, and a series of other assets.
Calculated according to the rich within this standard.
I'm afraid even if their ancestral home was searched, they wouldn't be able to find one million in cash.
That's why.
Langya Pavilion directly piled up one million dollars. This scene was still very visually impactful.
at the same time!
In Langya Pavilion, someone began to read the rules about this competition.
Because Rangers publicized it in advance, most people were familiar with the trial rules.
After the person finished reading, the books and paper were put on sale.
A group of people began to rush to buy book paper. Even the people in Langya Pavilion did not expect that because the price was cheaper than toilet paper, one copper coin could buy book paper.
so!
All the book paper originally prepared was sold out at once.
As a result, those who arrived late had not bought any writing paper, fearing that they would not be able to create works for the time being.
in the crowd.
Ren An, who had already bought the paper, was waving his arms and said to Sima Qian, who had arrived late: "Zi Chang, this, this!"
When Sima Qian saw it was Ren An, he immediately walked over with a smile.
"Shaoqing, did you come so early?"
However, Ren An complained and said, "It's still early? Huh, son-in-law, you came too late and all the books and paper were gone. Hey, who is this person next to you?"
"Oh, Li Ling is the grandson of the old general Li Guang." Sima Qian introduced Ren An.
Ren An immediately smiled and said: "It turns out to be Li Ling, the grandson of General Li. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Nice to meet you. My name is Ren An, you can just call me Shaoqing like the son-in-law. "
Li Ling nodded and replied: "Don't dare, brother Ren An is a few years older than me, so I'd better call you brother!"
At this moment.
Ren An smiled and introduced his companions to Sima Qian and Li Ling, saying: "I would like to introduce to you my good friend Tian Ren, the son of Uncle Tian, Prime Minister of Lu."
Tian Ren then greeted Sima Qian and Li Ling.
After getting to know each other.
At this time, Sima Qian asked: "Young Master, have you finished grabbing all the books? Doesn't that mean I can't participate in the competition?"
Ren An shook his head and said: "No, no, I heard from the people in the pavilion that there are no more papers today. Those who want to participate can continue to buy paper tomorrow. By the way, this competition seems to be held for a month. All There are plenty of opportunities ahead.”
aside.
When Tian Ren saw that Sima Qian was also going to participate in the competition, he began to compliment him and said, "People say that Sima Changqing's poems and Sima Qian's prose are both top-notch. If Brother Ziyi writes an article and participates in this competition, then Wouldn’t it be easy to pocket this millionaire?”
However.
Sima Qian shook his head and said, "Brother Tian is so complimentary. How dare I compare my articles with the poems written by senior Changqing?"
At this moment.
Ren An suddenly remembered something and said to Sima Qian: "In this competition, disciples of the three schools of Confucianism are participating. Among them, Confucian masters such as Dong Lao and Xiaqiu Jianggong were invited to serve as judges for the competition. people."
"Zi Chang, I remember that you are Dong's disciple, aren't you?"
"Why don't you ask Mr. Dong if you can get some paper?"
Sima Qian immediately narrowed his eyes and said, "Is the lecture hall here too? Then I really have to go and say hello. I haven't seen the lecture hall since I went out to study."
Finished.
He cupped his hands, then separated from the others and went to see Dong Zhongshu.
"The son-in-law has seen the lecture!"
Sima Qian greeted politely.
Dong Zhongshu was overjoyed when he saw him coming and said, "It's Zi Chang. Didn't he say he went on a study trip? When did he come back?"
"Back to the lecture hall, I just returned to Chang'an yesterday. I heard from my father that there was some kind of writing competition here, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity." Sima Qian replied.
Dong Zhongshu smiled faintly and said, "Are you here for the millions of money?"
Sima Qian looked embarrassed and said, "Well... I have some ideas."
When Dong Zhongshu saw his appearance, he immediately laughed and said, "Why are you ashamed? I came here for a million-dollar reward. I don't steal or rob. If you can, just fight for it!"
No wonder Dong Zhongshu said this.
previously.
Zuo Zhuan and Guliang School were full of talented people, and they both produced good articles.
As for the Gongyang faction, it's even worse.
I haven't seen a few amazing articles or poems and songs yet.
"The lecture may not be available today. I came late and the paper has been sold out. And the competition does not accept writing on slips. Alas, I can't write articles for the time being." Although Sima Qian said this, the look in his eyes , but looked at Dong Zhongshu closely.
That look.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was asking Mr. Dong if he had any more paper.
Mr. Dong is a smart man, so he naturally understood and said: "I still have a few pieces of writing paper here. Mr. Zi, please come with me."
immediately.
Sima Qian then followed Dong Gong into the pavilion.
Then he took out a piece of paper from the pile of paper on the table and said: "Zi Chang, take the paper and go back and think carefully before writing. Your Majesty is also paying attention to this competition. If you write well, it will be good for your future career." It will help."
Just talking.
Some people nearby who had not bought the paper saw Mr. Dong getting the paper for Sima Qian.
Dang Ji said: "Dong Gong, we want it too!"
However.
Dong Zhongshu, on the other hand, directly
He waved his hand and said: "No, no, you can come back and buy it tomorrow!"
Then ignore those people.
Sima Qian took the paper and immediately said with a smile: "Lecturer, I already have an article in my mind, there is no need to think about it anymore."
Then he started writing the article with the help of the pen and ink provided by Langya Pavilion.
soon!
An impassioned and youthful article was written.
Finished writing.
Sima Qian handed it to Dong Zhongshu respectfully and said, "Lecturer, please help me control the eyes!"
Dong Zhongshu took it and looked at it. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, no wonder Zi Chang is full of confidence. It turns out that he has already written a good article."
Said.
Mr. Dong deliberately lowered his voice and said to Sima Qian: "Your article is better than those written by the disciples of Zuozhuan and Guliang sect!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Sima Qian smiled after hearing this.
There are not many people who can be praised by Dong Zhongshu, Sima Qian can be counted as one.
After Mr. Dong finished reading Sima Qian's work, he handed it back to Sima Qian and said, "Sign your name here, and then go over there and tell the people in Langya Pavilion to participate in the competition. Then everyone can observe you." ’s work.”
"Okay, Master, thank you for the lecture."
After Sima Qian thanked him, he followed Dong Zhongshu's instructions and put the article he had written into the competition.
actually.
As long as Mr. Dong sponsors it.
This article had already passed the initial screening, but the leaders of the three Confucian theoretical factions tacitly refused to do so.
One is to show fairness.
The second is to show off that your disciples are overpowering you.
After Sima Qian put this article into the competition, it quickly caused a sensation among the crowd.
"A gentleman is for those who know oneself, and a woman is for those who please oneself. This sentence is... wonderful~"
"No, no, the last sentence, "Everyone is destined to die, may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather" is better!" "
"Great article, great article!"
"Is this what Confucian disciples did? Who wrote such a good article..."
"Signed by Sima Qian? Who is Sima Qian?"
"You don't even know, Sima Qian, that the son of Taishi Ling Sima Tan, Zi Chang, his articles are on par with the empowering works written by his predecessor Sima Xiangru!"
"..."
...
...
A few days later.
The promotion of books and paper has passed the emperor's test.
and!
The plaque Huo Guang asked Sang Hongyang to ask for from His Majesty has also arrived. As for what he wants it for?
Naturally, he wanted it for Langya Pavilion. There was no big use in naming it Langya Pavilion.
But if His Majesty grants a plaque, it will be of great significance.
These days, competitions for calligraphy and paper works are still in full swing, but most of them are article works, and there are not many other development directions related to calligraphy and paper.
This is somewhat different from Huo Guang's expectation.
If book paper.
Just article creation is far from being able to play its full role.
Of course.
It has only been going on for a few days now, but the competition will take a whole month.
Huo Guang had been busy for several days and was a little tired. He felt it was time to give himself a two-day holiday to rest. After all, the body is not made of iron. Apart from eating, the most important thing is to have a good rest both physically and mentally.
so.
On this day, he took the ingredients he had asked Bu San to prepare and the oil squeezed from flax seeds and walnuts, and prepared to take a carriage to travel outside the city.
for example? Meet Dong Xun!
I haven’t seen Xiao Nizi for a month, and I don’t know how she is doing.
Originally, Huo Guang was planning to leave the city alone.
But I don’t know Wei
How did this guy know what he was doing, so he rushed over after smelling the smell, and forced Liu Lingling to squeeze into the same carriage with him to play.
"Old Biao, you should organize book and paper works activities earlier. You see, Mr. Dong has something to do and can't talk about anything, so we don't have to listen to the old master talk about those boring things." Mr. Wei said with a laugh.
Huo Guang raised his eyebrows slightly but didn't care.
There are people!
He wanted to read but had no chance. Some people clearly have the opportunity to study hard, but they just don’t want to.
Um...
Huo Guang was talking about himself, and of course the little fat Mr. and Mrs. Wei.
Seeing that Huo Guang ignored her, Mr. Wei thought that he was in a bad mood, so he took out a piece of paper and said, "Old cousin, the funny articles I read to you were all excerpted from the Langya Pavilion works. Things that came down."
"Ahem, listen to this."
"Two roast ducks are hanging to the north, and a row of steaming geese are cooking to the south. Hahaha, this article is so well written that it amused me to death."
"And more and more..."
"Listen to this, one petal, two petals, three or four petals, five petals, six petals, seven or eight petals, nine petals, ten petals, eleven petals, all petals are brilliant in the flower."
"Hey, I can't do it anymore, I'm so happy."
"How can these peddlers and rangers have the nerve to publish such bullshit articles!"
"If I write an article seriously, maybe it will be better than theirs. Old cousin, you can evaluate it, hahaha..."
Mr. and Mrs. Wei's laughter was so loud that Huo Guang's head hurt as they were squeezed into the cramped carriage.
Immediately.
Then he retorted angrily and said, "To judge you, uncle, are you a dung beetle?"
Mr. Wei didn't understand what Huo Guang meant, so he asked, "What is a dung beetle? Also, what do you mean, my uncle, by criticizing me?"
Huo Guang took a deep breath, then forced out a smile and said: "Nothing, I just want you to stop reading such ridiculous things. Aren't there a lot of good articles in this competition? Read more. Those ones!"
The words just fell.
Mr. Wei suddenly showed a proud smile on his face and said, "Humph, cousin, I knew you would say that."
"look!"
"I have asked someone to copy Sima Qian's article and I am carrying it on my back!"
"Even my father, after reading his article, said it was very well written and could be passed down to future generations."
"I'm so envious..."
As he spoke, Mr. Wei took out another crumpled piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Huo Guang.
It seems to be to prove that I have read good articles.
Huo Guang took the paper, looked at it, and said with a smile: "This article is indeed very good, but unfortunately, the scholar is too angry and said some unpleasant things, and the emotion of the article is not enough."
As someone who has read the full version of Bao Ren Anshu, he is naturally qualified to comment like this.
As for the article written by Sima Qian now?
e..
At present, it can only be regarded as the castrated version of youth!
but!
He said this.
After hearing this, Mr. Wei became dissatisfied and said, "Isn't this good? Why don't I think it's good? Tell me what's wrong with it?"
Huo Guang didn't think too much, and immediately replied: "The writing is too frivolous, without the feeling of sadness and anger, inspirational, and touching. If after reading it, it can make people shed tears unconsciously and feel the same, then it will be considered a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages. "
"Of course, I also believe that Sima Qian can write such an article in the future."
"but..."
"You may need to experience some not-so-good things to gain this understanding."
I saw the old god Huo Guang said was there.
Mr. and Mrs. Wei immediately responded: "Old cousin, what you said is nice, then why don't you write an article to suppress Sima Qian's limelight?"
"Just right!"
"Take back the five hundred thousand we paid to prevent it from falling into other people's pockets."
After hearing what Mr. Wei said, Huo Guang immediately coughed twice in embarrassment.
In the ancient way, making a fuss with the ancients?
Not sick!
It's okay to write some lyrical prose, but if you compare it, I'm afraid it won't be instantly reduced to scum by literary greats like Sima Qian.
Think of this.
Huo Guang glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Wei, who was replying to him, and asked, "Mrs. Wei, has it been since the last time the restaurant opened that my uncle has never hit you again?"
Mr. Wei didn't know what Huo Guang meant, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I haven't beaten him before!"
Have you really never fought?
No wonder you dare to go to the house to uncover the tiles!
So Huo Guang said calmly: "It seems it's time to find a reason to let uncle beat you again."
Mr. and Mrs. Wei: "..."
Seeing the little fat man's increasingly complaining eyes, Huo Guang laughed and said, "Hehe, it's just a joke, don't mind. Okay, let's be serious."
"You feel..."
"My dear, am I the kind of person who can make money for others? Hum, relax, I will take action!"
