As soon as the crowd dispersed, Editor-in-Chief Xiong Da couldn't wait to invite Qi Yu to the VIP room for tea.
The tea is quite good, it is actually the new Maojian produced this year, and it looks like it was made before Grain Rain.
Well, it tastes good.
After chatting for a while, Xiong Da suddenly took out a large pile of draft paper and said: "Master Qi, these manuscripts were personally sent by Mr. Luo Yuanluo. His work is called "Chinese Dictionary". It is not complete yet. , still needs to be further improved. And, what I want to ask you is, if he wants to print this book, should it be bound in small quantities? Or in large volumes?"
"Oh...a lot of it!" Qi Yu thought for a while and replied to him.
"Then, how much is it?"
"The first issue will be 200,000 copies. If it's not enough, we can print more copies."
Ah...there are so many printed?
How much does that cost?
Seeing Xiong Da's worries soaring, Qi Yu quickly comforted him and said, "Don't worry, all this money will be provided by the government, and you will never be allowed to pay even a small amount..."
"Uh, Mr. Qi is joking, do I look like the kind of person who is short of money?" Xiong Da said again after getting the advantage.
"Really? In that case, you should pay for the materials for the early stage of publishing the book."
"Ahem, to be honest with Mr. Qi, in the recent period, my financial situation has been even tighter than that of that virgin's. I am really not well off..."
Cough, spit!
Look, this scares the hell out of you, a money-obsessed man!
Just teasing you~~
After a few more words, Qi Yu handed over and left.
Turning around, he went straight to Luo Yuan.
Since this old gentleman came to Qiongzhou, he has rarely visited him. Now that he has written a book, he naturally has to rush over to pay attention. This is not only a moral respect, but also a courtesy for respecting talents.
Many people believe that as a contemporary scholar, Luo Yuan must be treated much better than ordinary people, and that living high in the midst of prosperity reflects his status.
In fact, this is not the case. Mr. Luo's residence is not located in the new city, but is built in a deserted area.
He believes that that kind of place is full of birdsong and flowers, and few people usually come there, so it is very suitable for calming down and studying.
In fact, this kind of resettlement is only temporary. As soon as the "Confucius Institute" under construction is completed, he will move there.
That is, temporary accommodation.
Regarding this, Lao Jijiu not only did not feel shabby, but actually enjoyed it.
He pursued pastoral charm and advocated the combination of work and rest. In his spare time, he specially reclaimed a piece of wasteland for farming and hoeing, as if he were living in seclusion.
However, what he grew was not delicious food, but a strange plant. According to Mr. Qi,
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The crop is called tobacco leaf, and its use is still unknown.
Qi Yu is not pretending to hide it, but because this kind of thing is harmful to all but useless. Before proper arrangements are made, the secrets should not be disclosed to outsiders.
At present, more than 3,000 kilograms of tobacco leaves have been produced. However, these are only for testing purposes and are not for any external sale.
oh?
What is it used in the experiment?
Nothing else, it is exactly what the cigarette factory needs for testing.
Not long ago, what Mr. Qi smoked in front of Tan Junyan was the semi-finished product produced by this experiment. Afterwards, he gave the thing a domineering name, called "Zhonghua" brand cigarettes.
Okay, let’s get back to the present.
Seeing Qi Yu's sudden arrival, Luo Yuan was surprised and delighted, and quickly ran out of the shack to meet and greet him.
"Master Qi's visit has greatly enhanced the splendor of this thatched cottage!"
"Haha, the pastoral atmosphere is the most beautiful thing in the world, so why do we need common people like Qi to add dust to it?"
"Your Majesty, you are too modest. Please invite me quickly!"
"..."
After sitting down, Luo Jijiu set up a stove as a stove, held grass as firewood, and swayed there to make a fire and make tea.
The less you pour, the better the tea will be.
Huafa and Qingsi sat across from each other, holding a cup in each other's hands and chatting freely.
What are they talking about?
Naturally, it is the "Chinese Dictionary" that is the focus of Qi Yu's attention.
In this regard, Luo Yuan said that in another two to three months, or no more than half a year at most, this classic will be completed.
What?
Can it be so fast?
According to Qi Yu's original estimate, it would take about two years to complete a masterpiece of this type, but it only took him a few months to finish it. Isn't this really fast?
It’s almost as good as what I wrote back then.
"Lord Luo, why is the compilation process of this book so fast?"
"How can there be any displeasure in holding a strange book in hand to help?"
Strange book?
Jin Ping Mei?
Luo Yuan chuckled and explained, "Why did Mr. Qi forget that before we came to Qiong, I made a special trip to Yan Shenggong's Mansion and obtained a large number of books there? These classics cover a wide range of things and are all-encompassing. With them as reference books, why worry?"
I see.
However, this is also due to the old gentleman's scholarly world. If it were anyone else, even if you gave him a mountain of books, he would not be able to use it properly.
Speaking of Duke Yansheng's Mansion, Luo Yuan's eyes suddenly flashed, as if he thought of something, and said: "Master Qi, when I was sorting out those books, I accidentally discovered a rather strange record."
"Oh? Again
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What kind of weird method is this? "
Luo Yuan first looked around cautiously, then lowered his voice and said: "Among these books, there is a miscellaneous book called "Drunk Talk with Eunuch Ma". What is recorded in the article is the relationship between the former Yan Shenggong and Eunuch Ma. Drunk words. In the article I read, there is this sentence: Emperor Jianwu built a grass house on the shore of Java, and stayed with the green lanterns all year round, just like a healthy ascetic. Mr. Qi, what do you mean by this sentence... What means?"
Qi Yu's scalp went numb when he heard this, and he was shocked and said: "What did you say? Is there really such a sentence in the article?"
Luo Yuan replied solemnly: "This is absolutely true!"
To show caution, Luo Yuan even dug out the miscellaneous book as proof.
If you look carefully, it turns out that this sentence is true.
Objectively speaking, this sentence is straightforward and easy to understand. Luo Jijiu, as an old scholar in the world, naturally understands its meaning. The reason why he asked knowingly was to express a deliberate hint to Mr. Qi.
Qi Yu touched his wrinkled forehead and fell into deep thought.
I remember that when he went to Beijing for a snow viewing appointment, the emperor personally told him that the imperial seal must have been lost in Java, so he ordered himself to try to find it to ease his holy heart.
Emperor Sheng also said at the time that Emperor Jianwu, who was in exile overseas, was probably no longer alive; however, this sentence gave another answer.
Don't underestimate these few numbers, but they contain two major pieces of information.
First of all, the eunuch Ma Da lied when he reported to the court. He claimed that he had not found the whereabouts of Emperor Jianwu. But this sentence revealed that not only had he found traces of the person, but he might also have met him.
Secondly, this sentence also reveals another layer of meaning, that is, Emperor Jianwu's life was very miserable and he had long lost the imperial aura in his imagination. However, his physical condition is quite good, as evidenced by the word 'physical fitness' in the article. It can also be seen that the statement that he died overseas is purely conjecture.
All of this is currently a mystery.
If you want to really uncover the suspicion, it seems that you have to wait until you contact Java.
At this time, there was a sudden 'bah' sound.
Qi Yu, who came to his senses, immediately tore off the page and threw it decisively into the fire.
In a moment, the paper turned into flying ashes, leaving only a trace of lingering smoke.
"Mr. Luo, since this matter is very relevant, I hope you will keep it secret and don't let it leak out."
"Mr. Qi, please rest assured. I am already an official of Xianyun Yehe, so how can I still think about getting involved in that? On the contrary, you need to be careful and don't let anything slip."
Qi Yu cupped his hands and replied solemnly: "Thank you, Mr. Luo, for reminding me. Qi took note of it."
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