After saying so much, his tongue was dry.
The scholar hurriedly asked, "What's next?"
The storyteller cursed his bad luck.
"There's nothing else."
The story had just reached the most fascinating part, but there was nothing else. No wonder the commoners were so angry.
"Nothing else?"
The commoner curled his lips. There was a hint of anger in his words. He raised his hand and pointed at the storyteller in the room. "Didn't you hear what that bastard old man said? The next chapter hasn't been written yet, but according to tradition, Zhao Huang, that shameless villain, will not have a good ending. "
The scholar was furious when he heard this. He said angrily, "You're just a commoner. Who gave you the guts to talk about a scholar?"
Wasn't Zhao Huang his name?
The commoner in front of him said in front of him that he would not have a good ending. How could Zhao Huang take this lying down?
Zhao Huang flew into a rage without warning. The commoner was shocked.
After coming back to his senses, the commoner also became angry.
He said, "That's the convention. Who dares to violate the rules of this industry? Unless the writer, Xiantou Layman, doesn't want to stay in Wanzhou anymore. "
Wei Ci's purpose in supporting novelists was to control public opinion. As the initiator, he had the right to set perfect rules for the novel industry.
In addition to the previous rules, Wei Ci also stipulated that the spirit of the novel must be positive.
What was positive?
The content of the story must not involve vulgar filth, and the main theme must be correct.
The first rule was easy to understand, but the latter was complicated.
Whether it was the protagonist or the supporting role, once involved, there must be no happy ending, including but not limited to repaying kindness with enmity, abandoning one's wife and children, favoring one's concubine and killing one's wife, marrying another, not distinguishing between legitimate and concubine, being unkind to parents, being filial to children, being disrespectful to elders, and being heartless to children.
According to the severity of the plot, the characters would suffer different degrees of setbacks.
Zhao Huang in the story had already violated several rules. According to the rules of the industry, Zhao Huang's ending would not be good.
The commoners kept up with the updates for several days. Their dislike of Zhao Huang had reached its peak. As the plot developed, the tree demon and Great Scholar Liu were also in danger because of Zhao Huang's framing. They were having a good time listening to the novel. Next, the wicked would get fancy retribution, but there was nothing below.
The real-life version of Zhao Huang was furious. What the hell was Xiantou Layman? How dare he use his name to write such a lowly novel!
It would have been fine if it was a coincidence that they shared the same name, but it was not.
In the story, Zhao Kuang clearly had a family, but he still lied and said that he was not married, tricking the pure and innocent Tree Demon into giving him his heart.
In reality, Zhao Kuang also had a family. When he heard that Wanzhou had the Golden Scale Pavilion, he yearned for it very much. He left his old parents in the care of a child bride who was already married. Along the way, he used his talent to deceive an ignorant village girl, and after a one-night stand, he ran away with her money.
In the story, Zhao Huang was born into a family of bricklayers. He used his parents' hard-earned money to disguise himself as a second-generation rich kid, ignoring his crippled father and blind mother.
In reality, Zhao Huang was born into a wealthy family in the countryside. His parents sold six of his sisters to support his education, and he pretended to be the son of a rich man in front of his friends.
In the story, Zhao Kuang borrowed the Great Scholar's book to have the opportunity to further his studies, but in the end, he made a false accusation and wanted to kill the Great Scholar.
In reality, Zhao Kuang enjoyed the benefits of the Golden Scale Pavilion. After failing to conquer it, he slandered and insulted the governor of Liu Province, trying to make a name for himself by stepping on him.
With so many similarities, how could Zhao Kuang not care?
How was this a story? It was obviously a deliberate allusion to him, and even the name was copied.
The common people did not know, but how could the scholars who spent their days in the Golden Scale Pavilion not know?
No wonder …
No wonder these few days, some scholars who got along with him avoided him. The crux of the problem was actually this!
The common people were inexplicably bombarded by Zhao Kuang. Before he could get angry, Zhao Kuang had already flung his sleeves and left.
Since the governor of Liu Province used such a method to deal with him, don't blame him for being heartless!
Jiang Pengji was really wronged. She was so busy, how could she have the time to care about one or two small shrimps?
Zhao Kuang shamelessly stayed in the Golden Scale Pavilion.
In his opinion, being ostracized and treated coldly by a few scholars was nothing. It was naive and laughable that the governor of Liu Province wanted to use such a method to deal with him.
Did the matter end there?
Of course not.
Monk Xiangfeng was a pen holder in Wanzhou. He was best at writing all kinds of stories, and he was quite famous in the streets.
This time, he did not write one story, but six short stories linked together to form a "series."
In addition to "The Legend of Zhao Kuang," there were five other books. The male protagonist of each book was an ungrateful person. His actions were hateful and made people's teeth itch.
After writing two short stories, the gossipy common people found the prototype of the male protagonist through clues.
After understanding it in detail, they exploded in anger.
Was their governor someone who could be insulted by just anyone?
How could an ungrateful person have the face to stand on the land of Wanzhou?
Was it reasonable to return evil for good?
F * ck off!
Why didn't he just soar to the sky on the monkey!
Coincidentally, at this time, the people who used "Return evil for good? How do you repay good? " The test results for this topic were out!
Zhao Kuang and the others wanted to cry but had no tears. They discovered that many scholars used their incident as an example. Their words were harsh and merciless.
The situation continued to worsen.
The landlord of the folk house: "A small temple cannot accommodate a great Buddha. I don't want the rent for ten days. Let's go, let's go!"
The waiter of the teahouse: "We are all serious businessmen. We only do business as human beings, not animals. Don't block the way!"
The manager of the restaurant: "I'm sorry, sir. There's a sign in front of the door. Our land is barren and unruly, full of wicked people."
Two strong men with thick arms and wooden mallets stood at the door. Two pairs of tiger eyes stared at them fiercely, like wild beasts looking for food.
Not to mention the teahouse, the wine shop, the street vendors, even the brothel, which welcomed everyone, did not entertain them. One of them was particularly unlucky. One night, he went to the brothel to seek pleasure. The next day, he woke up to find that his buttocks were in pain. There were even streaks of blood hanging from them.
Not only did he fail to pluck flowers for pleasure, his chrysanthemum was stolen by some bastard.
They underestimated the respect and love the people of Wanzhou had for Jiang Pengji and the influence of public opinion.
Seeing their reputation destroyed, they could only flee with their tails between their legs in the end.
Although they left, their story continued to spread in Wanzhou. It was even exported to Chongzhou, Hu County, and other places.
Two months later, Jiang Pengji happened to find out about it. She was almost amused by Xu Ke's actions.
Jiang Pengji said to Feng Zhen, "Xiaoyu, you don't have to be so angry. They're just a few scholars who don't know how to appreciate favors. They insulted me. Just chase them out of the Jinling Pavilion and blacklist them forever. Why do you have to go through all this trouble?"
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