In a trance, everyone had an illusion, as if there was a "dirty, dirty" train roaring past their ears.
They really didn't know where the other party found so many poems with so many connotations. Or were the ancients also experienced in terms of sex?
Shameless Ji Qinqin: "Crooked? Are you talking about demons and spirits? There's an experienced driver here, the situation is already out of control. "
The audience in the streaming room cheered for Wei Ci. They were curious about how such an ancient gentleman, who "stood tall like an orchid and smiled like the bright moon in one's arms," would look like when he wrote erotic stories. They were so curious that they couldn't wait to encourage Jiang Pengji to read it now. They would definitely catch up!
As the saying goes, amateurs watch the show, while experts see the artistry. Jiang Pengji could see the deeper meaning behind Wei Ci's move. In her opinion, simple and clear vernacular was an important part of opening the people's wisdom. She didn't expect Wei Ci to bring it up in such a form.
"That's good. I'm afraid it's been hard on you these days."
She smiled and gave affirmation.
"Fulfilling one's duty is the duty of an official. There's nothing hard about it."
Wei Ci still maintained a humble attitude, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
In the eyes of others, such vernacular novels were no different from saliva, but wasn't it also one of the channels for spreading words?
The people couldn't understand it, let alone remember those awkward sentences. The simpler and more straightforward it was, the more it could be accepted by the people at the bottom.
Everything had to be done step by step, steadily and surely. This was even more so when it came to opening the people's wisdom.
Instead of forcefully instilling great principles into the people, it was better to hide the principles in stories and guide them to explore them.
Of course, not every story could be spread randomly.
Wei Ci strictly controlled this aspect and even planned to gather a group of novelists to be in charge of this content.
In order to expand his influence, he specially asked for Prime Minister Cheng's help.
Now that he had the support of his lord, he was confident that he could do this better.
As for those who criticized him behind his back for associating with unfashionable people?
Wei Ci smiled mockingly. He couldn't be bothered.
Jiang Pengji asked around and had a general understanding of the situation in Wanzhou, but …
She looked around and her gaze fell on Cheng Yuan, who was seated in front of her. She asked, "Gong Liao, is Mr. Cheng not here today?"
Cheng Yuan was Cheng Cheng's second legitimate son. His courtesy name was Gong Liao. He had been in Wanzhou for less than half a year, and his performance had been remarkable.
Considering his age, he had done quite well.
With a gentle and humble temperament and a sincere and meticulous way of doing things, he would be popular no matter where he was.
Cheng Yuan replied, "My father caught a cold last night. He was checked by the doctor this morning, but his condition is very serious. He is still bedridden."
There was a worried look on his face. It was obvious that Cheng Cheng was really sick.
Jiang Pengji hurriedly asked, "Mr. Cheng fell ill? What did the doctor say? "
Cheng Yuan said, "The doctor said that my father was too worried and busy, and the cold caused the accumulated illness."
Advantage: Too busy?
Jiang Pengji's expression froze, and she felt a little guilty.
In the eyes of an outsider who didn't know the truth, Cheng Cheng must have fallen sick from exhaustion because she exploited him too much. But Jiang Pengji really didn't cheat Cheng Cheng.
"How did you fall sick from exhaustion?"
She frowned. Cheng Yuan realized that he had said something wrong and hurriedly tried to remedy the situation.
"My father is getting on in years. Recently, he has been troubled by the annotations. My mother has tried to persuade him several times, but he refuses to rest …" Cheng Yuan's face was full of a helpless smile. He said, "My father has a stubborn temperament. It is extremely difficult for others to shake his decision …"
Cheng Cheng fell ill not because Jiang Pengji exploited him too much, but because he overestimated his physical strength. He was busy and refused to rest.
Yesterday, he was also busy until late at night. He took a cold shower because he was greedy for the cold, and he didn't pay attention when he slept. Then he fell ill.
Jiang Pengji asked in surprise, "Annotations? What annotations? "
Cheng Yuan said, "My father said that the 'annotations' were inspired by Zixiao. The classics and historical collections are too obscure, and there is no unified sentence reading for each article. This causes the teacher to read sentences inconsistently when teaching students, causing them to misunderstand certain articles. My father has been thinking about how to mark simple and clear sentence reading, annotate the controversial articles, and lead the way for future generations. "
What was "sentence reading"?
In ancient times, the place where the words stopped was called "sentence" or "reading".
Nowadays, the articles were all sentences. There were no so-called punctuation marks. The articles were stacked together.
For example, if a web novel did not have any punctuation marks or paragraphs, what would that mean?
Many sentences were passed from teacher to student. It was inevitable that there would be errors in the process of transmission.
Some teachers even cherished their own knowledge and did not even bother to teach the students the correct sentence reading. It was really shocking.
Cheng Cheng had been worrying about this matter for the past few days. Wei Ci's vernacular words gave him some inspiration.
Hard-tongued classical Chinese would cause people to have different understandings of the same sentence, and thus lead to wrong interpretations. What about the most straightforward vernacular words? It could not be that there would be people who would chew on the words, take them out of context, and pass on the wrong understanding everywhere, right?
If this "annotation" could be done well, the difficulty of students studying in the future would be greatly reduced, and many unnecessary misunderstandings would be avoided.
However, there was no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts. The same article could be interpreted differently by different people.
Cheng Cheng alone was not qualified to annotate all the books in the world. Even if he worked hard to do it, would others admit it?
This was a difficult problem, and it worried Cheng Cheng.
Another difficult problem was "sentence reading". He planned to use symbols with a certain meaning to break sentences, but "sentence reading" could not be decided by one person's opinion. The same sentence with different sentences had completely different meanings. Cheng Cheng still had a lot of things to worry about.
Under so much pressure, would Cheng Cheng fall ill?
Whether it was "sentence reading" or "annotation," any one of them could cause the scholars in the world to criticize him.
To put it bluntly, who was Cheng Cheng?
What right did he have to call himself "the world's teacher"?
Yes, if these two things were really done, Cheng Cheng would definitely leave his name in history.
To put it bluntly, all the students who benefited from him would regard him as a "half teacher."
Jiang Pengji saw the internal trouble at a glance. She said, "This matter is indeed tricky. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to do it alone. Why don't you wait for the situation in the north of Dongqing to stabilize before you publish the literature examination and invite the scholars in the world to participate in the grand event? "
Cheng Yuan sighed. He and Jiang Pengji had the same opinion, but his father was too stubborn and would not turn back until he hit a brick wall.
Only when the lord's power was stronger would Cheng Cheng's words carry more weight, and he would encounter less resistance.
He planned to persuade Cheng Cheng after his condition improved.
This kind of thing was very likely to cause the world's scholars to criticize him. It was better to be cautious.
By the time Jiang Pengji finished her work, the orange sun had gradually sunk into the horizon.
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