"Someone, go to the street and buy more copies of the Mo Journal!" Chief Editor Ma shouted immediately.
A servant immediately left and returned with a few copies of the Mo Journal. The group of scholars could not wait to read it.
"A Chinese Ghost Story."
"Ning Caichen, Nie Xiaoqian!"
"The love between a human and a ghost!"
"Confucius said that if Confucius did not speak, ghosts and gods would be confused! This is ridiculous. "
A group of scholars could not help but scold Mo Jiazi when they saw him writing about the love between a human and a ghost.
However, as the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story progressed, everyone's disapproving expression gradually disappeared. Ning Caichen's naivety and integrity, Nie Xiaoqian's background and kindness were deeply rooted in people's hearts. They could not help but be addicted to it.
"There are good and evil people, and there are good and bad ghosts!"
Many scholars sighed when they saw Nie Xiaoqian sacrificing herself to save Ning Caichen. As scholars, they could not help but put themselves in Ning Caichen's shoes. Which scholar in the world did not wish to have such a beautiful female ghost as his confidante?
Especially at the end, when Ning Caichen risked his life to save Nie Xiaoqian. The human and ghost met and shared their feelings with each other, composing the poem together.
"The ten-mile long lake was covered with frost. Every inch of black hair was gloomy. The shadow of the moon was mutually exclusive. I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."
At this moment, when everyone looked back at the poem, they realized that the originally empty poem combined with this poem seemed to have been injected with soul. It could be said that every sentence was full of emotion. It was a hundred times more colorful than the original poem.
Especially at the end, when Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian went through a lot of trouble to return to the world of the living. However, they found that the sky was already bright. Ning Caichen risked his life to block the sunlight from the window, but he could not turn back to look at Nie Xiaoqian. The two deeply in love did not have the chance to see each other when they were about to part. This kind of regret made people cry.
"What a good 'I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals'. A thousand words and a thousand poems are well deserved. I am not as far as Mo Jiazi!"
Feng Dajia recited the poem silently. Her mind was full of the touching love between Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian. She looked at her own poem. Although her words were beautiful, they were not as good as Ning Caichen's.
Chief Editor Ma suddenly felt as if his parents had died. He originally thought that he would definitely be able to defeat Mo Magazine this time, but he did not expect to be defeated by Mo Magazine again. This time, Confucian Magazine could be said to have lost to Mo Magazine in all aspects.
"Mo Jiazi!"
The crowd could not help but exclaim Mo Jiazi's words. There was also hatred that gnashed their teeth.
As expected, once the appearance of a Chinese Ghost Story was revealed, it immediately caused a frenzy of popularity.
Originally, the romance between a human and a dragon in the Confucian journal was extremely novel and eye-catching. However, the romance between a human and a ghost in the Chinese Ghost Story was even more breathtaking. Especially in terms of the storyline, the story of the Chinese Ghost Story surpassed that of Legend Tang by many years. 918
In a short period of time, the ink magazine sold like hotcakes. Once again, there was a wave of people scrambling to buy it. Everyone fought to read A Chinese Ghost Story and was full of praises for the poem.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect my poem to be published!" He was the bookkeeper who had submitted a poem for the Mo Journal. He had not even passed the Tong Scholar exam, but he was completely engrossed in his poems. However, due to his status, no one appreciated his poems. He had never expected that his poems would be published in the Mo Journal, allowing the entire country to know of them. Furthermore, he had received a handsome return.
"What a lucky bastard! He actually earned two strings of money!" Many of the scholars looked at the accountant and couldn't help but say sourly.
Although Mo Jiazi gave the lowest price of a thousand words and a hundred poems, the bookkeeper still earned two strings of money. To an ordinary person, this was half a year's income.
"Isn't it because there aren't any literati to contribute to the School of Mo? Like this, the Mo Journal can only choose from the short ones. In the end, an accountant got lucky and got these two strings of money," a scholar said disdainfully.
"Say, why don't we …" A shabbily dressed scholar couldn't help but ask.
"Are you stupid? Confucianism and Mohism don't get along. If your teacher knew that you submitted to Mo Jiazi, he would definitely expel you." A classmate warned.
The shabbily dressed scholar immediately shrank back. He knew his master's temper. Normally, he would criticize the School of Mo the most. If he were to find out that his disciple had submitted to the School of Mo, he would definitely make him suffer.
However, his family was extremely poor. Once his poem was accepted, it would earn him two strings of money. He believed that his talent would surpass this bookkeeper's, but he was not as good as a senior who had been immersed in poetry for many years. However, it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens to obtain the royalties from Confucianism. Mo Jiazi, which had no one submitting to it, was a piece of cake. How could he not be moved in the face of such wealth?
How could he not let others know and still get the royalties from Mo Jiazi? The shabbily dressed scholar could not help but feel distressed. However, when he saw the notice for manuscripts at the bottom of Mo Jiazi, his eyes lit up.
"A pen name!"
The shabbily dressed scholar could not help but be overjoyed. A pen name was not rare. Some of the literary seniors loved to give themselves nicknames, such as Scholar Zhongnan. If he did not write his own name, but used a pen name, wouldn't that solve this problem perfectly?
At that moment, he impatiently gave himself a pen name and sent his proud work to Mo Jiazi.
The pen name was a strategy that Mo Jiazi came up with to solve the shortage of manuscripts. Once this strategy was put out, the results were immediate. Soon, another letter with a pen name was sent to Mo Jiazi. This time, it was filled with high-quality poems and essays.
"Mo Jiazi really lives up to his reputation." In Luoyang, a down-and-out scholar stared at the Mo Jiazi in his hand and was convinced.
He was the author of 'The Love of Man and Dragon'. Mo Jiazi had given him a price of fifty copper coins per thousand words, allowing him to make a huge profit. Just as he was feeling complacent, Mo Jiazi gave him a heavy lesson.
In terms of conception, writing style, and plot! It could be said that he had suffered a crushing defeat. However, he was not discouraged at all. Instead, he eagerly absorbed the writing skills of A Chinese Ghost Story. In the original history, the road to writing could be said to be fumbling for generations. Mo Jiazi's Liang Zhu and A Chinese Ghost Story were fine works that had been tempered for generations. Now that they had suddenly appeared in the Tang dynasty, it immediately played a catalytic role, allowing Tang Chuanqi's writing skills to advance by decades.
"More importantly, Mo Jiazi is the benefactor of the Daxing lineage. He is also the founder of the lineage!" The down-and-out scholar said with a firm gaze.
Although Mo Jiazi was the leader of Mo Jiazi, Mo Jiazi's two works had pointed out the direction for the lineage, provided reference materials, and even raised the price of the lineage to a hundred copper coins per thousand words. If it was a book with a lot of words, it would be a considerable sum of money.
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