"The whiskers of salt are whiter than the snow, but the snow is saltier than the salt!"
When the Mo Family Village's salt advertisement was published, many scholars frowned when they saw this strange poem.
"What kind of poem is this? It's bullsh * t!" There were countless scholars in Chang 'an City. When they saw this poem, they all had a strange feeling in their hearts. Although the poem was definitely a good one, comparing it with salt and snow was too incongruous.
"According to Mo Jiazi's literary talent, this shouldn't be the case!" Many people were puzzled. Although Meton did not write many poems, every single one of them was a masterpiece. It was impossible for such a mistake to appear.
"No, this is definitely not the original line of the poem!"
In the Pan Family Restaurant, Scholar Sun invited his friends and ordered a table full of dishes to enjoy. He frowned when he saw this strange poem.
Scholar Sun took a bite of the dish and the delicious taste filled his taste buds. It was simply a delicacy. It was one of life's greatest pleasures.
"Oh right, Old Pan, is your family using the Mo Family's snow salt?" Scholar Sun suddenly asked.
"Of course! The Mo Family's secret technique is to use the Mo Family's snow salt to cook the most authentic dishes! "Shopkeeper Pan said proudly.
Needless to say, this was definitely Xu Jie's idea. When he asked Mochi to print the recipe, he must have mixed in some of his own stuff.
In fact, Mochi was even more ruthless. He even advertised vinegar, soy sauce, and even other ingredients. The advertising fees were so high that one's hands went soft.
"It is indeed delicious!" Scholar Sun praised sincerely. After tasting the dish, he realized that the food he ate before was like pig's food. It was extremely crude.
His friends at the table were also full of praises. After three rounds of wine, the topic of discussion turned to Meton's strange poem.
"This poem is definitely not Mo Jiazi's style!" A slightly chubby friend of Scholar Sun was also a scholar. After carefully reading the poem, he said with certainty.
"Of course not. It's already written in the Mo Family's magazine. If anyone can guess what replaced the salt in the poem, they will give it to the youth. When the time comes, the Mo Family will randomly select the top one hundred winners and give each of them five kilograms of snow salt. "Shopkeeper Pan said exaggeratedly.
Only then did everyone realize that there was actually a receipt in today's Mo Magazine. On it was written this line of poetry. The word "salt" was replaced by a blank space, and below it was a reward plan. This kind of advertisement, which had been played so many times in later generations, appeared for the first time in the Tang dynasty. It immediately attracted everyone's interest.
"Five kilograms of snow salt?" Many people were tempted. One had to know that snow salt was expensive. Ten catties of snow salt was enough to feed a family for half a year.
Of course, the shopkeepers who were able to come to Pan Family Restaurant were not poor people. Naturally, they would not be interested in ordinary coarse salt. If they could casually fill in a few words and get five kilograms of snow salt, that would naturally be the best.
"Right, according to the grapevine, this poem is a peerless masterpiece that will definitely be passed down through the ages," Manager Pan reminded.
"A peerless masterpiece?"
The crowd was in an uproar. All of a sudden, many self-conscious scholars became excited. The citizens of Chang 'an City had witnessed the talents of the Mohist School. From the Three Poems in One City to The Horse, which one of them did not leave a lingering sound in people's ears and make them forget the taste of meat for three months? And the poem in front of them was definitely not inferior to the others.
For some scholars, although they would not bow down for five buckets of rice, if they could participate in such a peerless poem and get five kilograms of snow salt, that would be the best.
"There are too many white things in this world. How can we guess?" A diner frowned and said.
"I guess it's a lily!" Someone guessed.
"There's only one word. It must be something with only one word!" Juren Sun shook his head.
"Uh!"
Immediately, someone choked back peony, pearl, and the like. "
"Since it can be compared to snow, it must be something common. I guess it's the moon! The moon must be whiter than the snow, but the snow pales in comparison to the moon by a mouthful … a mouthful … "Juren Sun thought of a very artistic moon, but could not continue. Finally, he gave up.
At this point, the entire restaurant was filled with laughter. Juren Sun was the most talented of them all. Usually, he would recite poems and make couplets. Since even Juren Sun could not guess it, they felt much better.
"The son of the Mo Clan is indeed the son of the Mo Clan. His talent is incomparable." Juren Sun sighed in admiration.
"I guess it's silver!" Juren Sun's friend said, causing the entire restaurant to roar with laughter.
"No, that's too vulgar. This is a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages. Using silver is impossible." Juren Sun laughed.
"Ai!"
Juren Sun's friend sighed. Indeed, he could only give up on the word.
"I guess it's porcelain!"
"I guess it's rice!"
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Everyone's imagination was running wild. At this point, many white objects were brought out to make guesses. They all believed that their guesses were correct. Sometimes, they would even argue with each other.
The same thing happened very quickly in Chang 'an City. Meton's unique advertisement caused everyone to go crazy. Regardless of whether it was ten pounds of snow salt or being able to participate in the creation of a masterpiece, everyone was very excited.
Such interaction and a new model quickly attracted everyone. In Chang 'an City, when friends met, they would not ask if they had eaten. Instead, they would ask, "What do you think is as white as salt?"
Song Shichao was originally an ordinary citizen of Chang 'an City. However, because of an incident, he became a celebrity in Chang' an City.
During the exhibition, he cried out loud and claimed that he had already guessed the secret of the Living Fish Secret Technique. In the end, it was all ruined by his foolish wife.
With such an unlucky move, he was jokingly called the person closest to Mo Jiazi — the second Mo Jiazi. Some people even suggested that he change his name to Song Dun. In this way, they might be able to guess the secret technique of the Mo Family next time.
However, Song Shichao was not ashamed of it. Instead, he was proud of it. As Meton became famous in Chang 'an City again and again, Song Shichao had become Mo Jiazi's number one fan.
Although he was not very literate, Song Shichao still ordered every issue of the Mo Family's Mo Magazine. Fortunately, the Mo Magazine was easy to understand and there was no difficulty in reading it.
Of course, he would not miss the receipt for completing Meton's masterpiece in the Mo Magazine.
In his courtyard, Song Shichao held the Mo Magazine and thought about it. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the plum tree in his house. This year, the plum blossoms in Chang 'an City were blooming exceptionally well. He had a deep impression of it.
At that moment, he had an idea. He picked up the brush and wrote the word "plum" on the receipt. He turned his head and looked at his wife who was busy in the kitchen. He quickly took the receipt and went out of the house. He found a Mo Magazine stronghold and handed the receipt to the youth of the Mo Family Village.
Such scenes were everywhere in Chang 'an City. It had become a grand event for all citizens to participate in. Immediately, it led to the explosion of the Mo Magazine. Some citizens thought that several words were suitable, so they simply bought several copies of the Mo Magazine and wrote them all and put them in.
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