The middle aged scholar laughed, "What if he has a new poem next month? What should we do? Postpone it month by month? "
The old scholar looked at the young scholar. The young scholar was from Gyeongo and Fang Yun was from Jingguo. Jingguo and Gyeongo had been fighting for many years. No one would believe that he had no selfish motives.
"If he has a new poem next month, we will give it to him." The young scholar said calmly.
The two scholars looked at each other helplessly. The young scholar's name was Qu Zhengxiang and he was a disciple of Half-saint. They could not offend him over such a small matter.
Just as the two of them were about to agree, there was a commotion outside.
The old scholar was unhappy and waved his sleeves impatiently. The door of the examination hall was pushed open by an invisible force.
"Who is making such a commotion!" A loud voice reverberated in the examination hall.
A clerk ran over excitedly with a piece of paper in his hand. He ran and shouted, "Country Protector! There is a Country Protector! It's an urgent recommendation! "
The three Grand Secretaries were all delighted, and their previous unhappiness was all gone.
Any Country Protector was very rare. If such a poet dedicated himself to writing poems, it was very likely that he would be able to create a war poem which would be very beneficial to the human race.
There were only a few war poems that Elementary Scholars could use. Every time there was one more war poem, the strength of the human race would increase.
Qu Zhengxiang was even happier. With this Country Protector, no one would care about when the poem "Twilight" would be published. His pressure would be greatly reduced.
"God bless the human race!" After the old Grand Scholar finished speaking, he grabbed the clerk who had delivered the message from a distance. That page of paper whooshed to him like an arrow. He opened his mouth and read the poem out loud.
When he read, "The rooster cries in the thatched inn and the moon in the thatched inn, the traces of people on the bridge are frosty."
The three of them were all scholars and could see the beauty of the words in "The rooster cries in the thatched inn and the moon in the thatched inn, the traces of people on the bridge are frosty." They subconsciously compared the poems that they had written and found that they were not as good as the words, the scenery, or the level was not as good.
The three of them then compared the famous poems. The difference was obvious. The words were not bad, but the artistic conception was much worse. The artistic conception was not bad, but it was not as good as the words in the poem.
The middle aged scholar was excited and said, "Good! This is an unprecedented poem! It is a Country Protector. The use of words is rarely seen! "
Qu Zhengxiang praised, "This poem is as good as Tao Yuanming. I am far behind. I wonder which famous author? "
The old Grand Scholar continued to read. When he reached the end, he suddenly put down the page with a strange expression and did not answer Qu Zhengxiang's question.
The middle-aged Grand Scholar doubtfully let the page of poetry fly over to him. He looked at it carefully, but he was also silent and had the same strange expression.
Qu Zhengxiang hesitated for a moment, then took the poem and read it carefully. His face flushed red.
Jingguo, Ji County Fang.... these words......
The Nation-Stabilizing Poem had to be published in the Holy Road next month, and the Spring Dawn, which was the best poem in the county exam, also had to be published. Not to mention Qu Zhengxiang's obstruction, even if his Half-Saint teacher came in person, he could not change Fang Yun's double poem to be published in the Holy Road.
Qu Zhengxiang could not sit still anymore. He stood up and said, "I am not feeling well. I will resign from next month's Holy Road. Please replace me. Goodbye." He left.
After Qu Zhengxiang left, the old scholar sighed, "Qu Zhengxiang is young and has a bright future. He is a scholar before thirty and is second only to the Four Great Scholars. Now that there is a young genius, it may be a good thing for him. "
"But that Fang Yun is from Jingguo. It may not be a good thing for him."
"Hmph! He is already a scholar, but he still dares to make things difficult for a junior. He only cares about Gyeongo and not the human race. It is not a good thing for him, but it is a good thing for the human race! But he is smart. If he continues to make things difficult for Fang Yun, his courage will be shaken. It will be difficult for him to become a great scholar. "
The middle-aged scholar smiled bitterly and said, "Let's not talk about him. Let's talk about Fang Yun. His Sui Mu will be published next month. Three poems at the same time. It is unprecedented. Even the pastoral genius Tao Yuanming, Tao Sheng, only had two poems at the same time. At the craziest time, he had six poems in a row. Six consecutive issues of Holy Road had his pastoral poems. He could be said to be invincible in poetry. But this Fang Yun is just a scholar, but he is not weaker than Tao Sheng. He is a little monster. "
"This boy is too extraordinary. I am afraid that he will shine too brightly. It will not be good for his future growth."
However, the middle-aged scholar said, "I still have a page here that you haven't read. It says that Fang Yun was injured before the county examination, but he profited from his misfortune. He met a mysterious master and received guidance. The next day, he took the county examination with his injuries. The local county magistrate even composed a poem for him, and he also wrote a poem to thank the county magistrate. The two poems are not the key. The key is the identity of the master. "
"Then I am relieved. To be able to teach such a student, he must be at least a great scholar. Even Chen Guanhai and Chen Sheng would not be surprised."
"It is a pity that Fang Yun is still young. He is only a scholar. If he is a Jinshi, I am afraid that he will be able to push down 'Shi Jun' of the Four Great Scholars."
"It is too early to say. Poems do not amaze the saints, but the essays are heard by the heavens. Since ancient times, no one has become a saint through poetry. Even Tao Sheng relied on his prose and Confucian classics. However, if this boy calms down and forgets his false reputation, his achievements will be above you and me. "
"No matter what, I want to see him."
"Who doesn't want to see him?"
The two looked at each other and laughed.
In the Dayuan Prefecture, Fang Yun and the First Madam discussed going to the Fang Family School to teach in five days.
In the afternoon, Fang Yun gathered Liang Yuan and the employees to discuss the development direction of the bookstore.
Liang Yuan and the others' suggestions were all reasonable. Fang Yun did not reject them. Instead, he made improvements based on their suggestions. He also spoke in detail, such as how to advertise, how to market, how to choose target customers, and so on.
Liang Yuan and the others were stunned. However, they were all experienced people and immediately realized that Fang Yun's suggestion was very feasible. It could even be said that it was subversive. They took note of it and followed it according to the current conditions.
In the end, Fang Yun decided on the direction of the bookstore, which was to sell popular novels.
However, popular novels were on the decline now, and most bookstores that specialized in popular novels could not make much money. Although the others had their concerns, they could only listen to their boss.
Fang Yun asked them to rush out a batch of hard paper bookmarks, at least fifty thousand of them. They had to write "" on the bookmarks and design a logo. They also had to write aphorisms, sayings, and famous quotes on the bookmarks. They would be included with the new books in the future.
It was a very ordinary design, but it left Liang Yuan and the employees dumbfounded.
"Boss, don't tell me you have the Heart of Seven Apertures? Your poems are so good, and you're so good at business. If you don't go into business as a writer, other businessmen will be played to death by you. "
"Yes, the marketing you mentioned is simply too amazing. It's not surprising if you think about it carefully, but we just can't figure it out."
Fang Yun smiled. "Start with some popular novels. I'll come up with an original manuscript in five days and have it printed. We'll start with ten thousand copies."
An old man hurriedly said, "Boss, you haven't done this before, so you don't know. It's impossible to publish a book so smoothly. There's only one Wen Pao and one Holy Journal in the world. Why don't others publish newspapers? It's because the Notre-Dame doesn't allow it. The Notre-Dame does allow the publishing of books, but it has to be reviewed by the Institute of Literature. If you want to sell your book in Jiang District, it has to be reviewed by the Jiang District Institute of Literature. If you want to sell it in Jingguo, you have to get the permission of the Jingguo Academy. If you want to sell it in the Ten Nations, you have to get the permission of the Notre-Dame. Five days is far from enough. It'll take at least fifteen days. You'll also have to wait for the printing of the book. You won't be able to get the book in less than a month. "
"This should be the responsibility of the Institute of Literature of the State Institute of Literature, right?"
"Yes."
"There won't be a problem then. After I finish writing the book, I'll visit Registrar Zhou of the Institute of Literature and show him the manuscript. I'll ask him to write a preface. I think we should be able to print the book in five days. "
"Huh? You know Registrar Zhou? You can get him to write a preface? There won't be a problem then. He happens to be in charge of the Institute of Literature, so there won't be a problem at all, "the old man said enviously, subconsciously straightening his back.
The others' eyes lit up as if they had seen hope. Since the new owner knew Registrar Zhou, they might really be able to make it big.
"I'll go home and write the book. I should finish it before dinner tomorrow. I'll then visit Registrar Zhou."
Fang Yun stood up and was about to leave when Liang Yuan reached out to stop him in shock. "What did you say? You haven't finished writing your book yet? Don't tell me you haven't started writing yet. "
"I'm writing a medium-length popular novel, about twenty to thirty thousand words. I should be able to finish it in five days. At most, I won't sleep tonight."
"You're going to write a novel in two days?" Everyone looked at Fang Yun suspiciously.
"I have a draft in mind and the content is all in my heart. Okay, you guys go ahead and get busy."
Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan left together. On the way, they bought some paper, incense, and candles. They also bought a book that introduced the School of Literature and returned home.
At this time, Grandma Jiang and Grandma Jiang had already tidied up Fang Yun's East Wing. In the future, Fang Yun and Grandma Jiang would live here. Yang Yuhuan and Grandma Jiang would live in the West Wing.
Fang Yun looked at the little fox. It was placed in a bamboo basket with a quilt inside and was still unconscious.
The room was filled with a faint fragrance that made people feel relaxed and energetic.
"Could it be that the fragrance of the Fragrant Fox can make people feel clear-headed?"
Fang Yun threw this thought to the back of his mind and started to read the newly bought "Notes of the Stone Furnace Pavilion".
This book was written by the School of Literature, one of the Hundred Schools of Literature. However, the School of Literature had never produced a Half-saint, so it gradually declined.
Fang Yun first put the book into the World of Wondrous Books and then started to read. This was because the reading speed in the World of Wondrous Books was ten times faster than normal.
It was not good to read too fast when studying the Sacred Classics, but the World of Wondrous Books was still the most convenient way to find information.
In just a few minutes, Fang Yun had sorted out the structure of the popular novels in this world. This world was the same as Earth's before the Tang Dynasty. Currently, there were only supernatural novels and the first monument of novels, the "Legends of the Tang Dynasty", had not appeared yet.
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