Lord of Earth Fiend

Chapter 134

In the dead of night, Su Xiaowen was reviewing various articles written by Chen Jin.Every time I read an article, I will give pertinent analysis and opinions, and point out the shortcomings.

Chen Jin can write, and can write very quickly, but with his current level, there must still be some flaws.

It is normal to have flaws, there is no perfect article in the world.

Therefore, Chen Jin did not modify the teacher's correction.The articles he wrote were not used to take the imperial examinations, and the best presentation is to preserve the original flavor.

As for the comments given by Su Xiaowen, they are completely recorded and appended at the end of each article.

For this reason, Chen Jin also chose a pseudonym for the teacher, named "Yi Shishi".

The effect is like this. At the end of the article, a column is circled to clarify the meaning, and the different Shishi said...

"Yi Shishi, this name is quite meaningful, I like it. From now on, this old man will be Yi Shishi."

Su Xiaowen said with satisfaction.

After reviewing, start chatting.

"Conservation, the level of your article has improved a lot, and it can indeed be used as a model essay. But you have to think clearly, once it is printed into a book, it may bring various risks and problems, and even suffer plagiarism."

Chen Jin said: "It's okay, the article is written for people to read, if it is put on the shelf, what's the point?"

Su Xiaowen looked at him and sighed: "The sage said: If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will also benefit the world. I am not as good as you."

"I once had a big dream, dreaming of a prosperous and prosperous world, people have enough food and clothing, live and work in peace and contentment, and everyone has books to read... I hope that Qian Dynasty can be like this."

"Everyone has books to read?"

Su Xiaowen's body couldn't help but began to tremble: "Is there really such a prosperous world?"

"I believe there are."

Chen Jin is not painting cakes for the teacher, he is someone who has experienced it.

……

August 28, cloudy.

It is advisable to go out, clean, pray for blessings, and sacrifice; avoid moving, building a house, and encoffining.

"A grand event, a rare event in decades!"

Seeing Chen Jin stepping into the shop with Xiaoqian, Chu Xiucai immediately came up to him, shouting excitedly.

Chen Jin asked: "What's the matter?"

"Early this morning, notices were posted in Yamen, Chengmen, and Confucian Temple, saying that Wang's Poetry Club, Jinling Poetry Club, and Santong Poetry Club will jointly hold the first Jiangzhou Confucian Temple Wenkui Competition. You can get a thousand gold reward, and you can also get the qualification for recommendation, and you can directly become an official. Another ten winners will be listed, and the bonus will also be huge..."

Chu Xiucai's saliva flew wildly when he spoke, and his face turned red with excitement.

As the saying goes, "Civilian is the first, martial arts is the second", competitions in the field of civil and military are not uncommon, but it is rare to see such a large-scale competition with such rich rewards.

No wonder Chu Xiucai was so excited. According to the rules stated in the notice, he is also eligible to participate, as long as he has a work.

However, the requirements for the form of the work are loose. Poetry, prose, and even calligraphy and painting are fine, as long as they are related to "culture".

Chen Jin asked: "If that's the case, wouldn't all the literati in Jiangzhou be attracted?"

"That's right, the notice is posted, one spreads to ten, ten spreads to a hundred, and now everyone in the big city is talking about this. Tsk tsk, only the Wang family took the lead to make such a commotion."

Wang's...

Chen Jin's eyes flashed, and he was a little puzzled: There was no news about this Wenkui competition before, as if it was decided on the spur of the moment, and it felt like a hasty start.

This doesn't seem normal.

Could it be that they came here for the exotic treasures of the Confucian Temple?

Quickly, think of the greatest possibilities.

"Chu Xiucai, with so many people participating, how did Mrs. Wang arrange it?"

Chu Xiucai replied: "It is clearly stated in the notice that the contestants are divided into two categories, one is based on associations, and the other is wandering individuals; the competition venue is also divided into two places, one is in the Confucian Temple, the other On the nearby Jinling River, it is said that several Chunlou painting boats are dispatched to hold a large banquet, and there are even gold hairpins and oirans waiting to play the piano, sing and play the flute to add to the fun."

"Nobile?"

"The twelve gold hairpins in Jinling, they are judged every three years. It seems that a new one was judged yesterday. Each of them is as beautiful as a flower and jade, each with their own skills, and they are first-class beauties."

Chen Jin joked, "Have you ever seen it before?"

Chu Xiucai immediately put on a bitter face: "My lord, don't make fun of it. Like us, we don't have enough money to scrape together a tael of silver. Let alone go to see the golden hairpin, even if it is the Spring Tower, there is no chance to board it."

Ruanrou Township, Jinjin Cave, ordinary people, etc., are not even qualified to listen.

Next, Chen Jin asked a few more important matters to get a basic understanding of the situation of the Wenkui Competition.

Although the competition was held hastily, the various rules and regulations were neatly arranged and arranged in an orderly manner.It can be seen from this that, as one of the organizers, Wang's Poetry Society is experienced and has invested a lot of manpower and material resources.

Chen Jin didn't pay much attention to the event itself. If he had the chance, he would prefer the rumored rare treasure of the Confucian Temple that might be born.

Although I don't know what kind of treasure it will be, since it was produced in the Confucian Temple, it must be closely related to the Confucian Temple.

Such things are rare.

As a person who is pregnant with the Confucian Temple, Chen Jin has a huge need for it, and even if he catches the wind, he doesn't want to miss it.

Chu Xiucai went on to say: "Today's temple fair and the Wenkui Conference are held again. The yamen has issued an announcement that the whole city will be open. Our Confucian Temple Street will stay open all night. Tonight's business will definitely be very good."

Chen Jin asked: "Aren't you going to participate?"

Chu Xiucai scratched her head embarrassingly: "People value themselves. How can I get on the stage at my level? Besides, even if I participate, I just need to write a good work and submit it, and I don't need to go to the scene."

"That can't be done. If you don't go to the competition, you will lose the atmosphere and lose the fun. If you go, you may be touched by the scene, and if you don't pay attention to write a masterpiece, you will be shortlisted."

"Young Master's implication is that you also want to participate?"

Chen Jin raised his hand: "It's a rare event, and it's just in time for the meeting. Naturally, I want to join in the fun and experience the world."

Chu Xiucai immediately offered a rainbow fart: "Young master's words are very true. With your talent, you will surely stand out and become famous."

"how about you?"

"I won't go, I will stay in the study to do business while it's busy tonight."

Chen Jin said "Oh": "That's it, no matter what, I wanted to take you to participate, to board the Spring Tower painting boat for fun."

"take me?"

When Chu Xiucai heard it, his whole body was excited, and he couldn't help asking: "Why did you choose to go to the Spring Tower to draw boats instead of to the Confucian Temple?"

Chen Jin replied: "I have gone around the Confucian Temple several times and seen it all, so I have to change the environment, take a boat across the river, and listen to the girl playing the piano and flute, so as to have a good mood."

Chu Xiucai gulped: "Then take me there?"

"I'm not familiar with the place in my life. It might be better to have you as my company."

"In that case, then I would be more respectful than obedient, and would like to follow the young master on board the boat to see the world."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Is it really willing to go? You can't force it."

Chu Xiucai said righteously and sternly: "I don't force it at all, and I don't hide it from you, my lord. In fact, I have wanted to go a long time ago, but I am too shy."

"Well, let's go together tonight, don't worry about the cost, I'll treat you."

"Thank you sir."

After talking about the topic, Chu Xiucai stopped being pretentious, and his pretentious words would arouse disgust.

Besides, he really wanted to go. Given his own situation, unless he won the exam in the future, otherwise, tonight would be the only chance in his life to board the Spring Tower.

When is the spring breeze and autumn moon, I hear birds singing everywhere!
It's a pity not to go and see for yourself.

Xiaoqian next to her suddenly said, "My lord, what about me?"

Chen Jin coughed dryly: "You are still young, so you won't go, stay and watch the house."

Xiaoqian said disconcertedly, "Okay."

She vaguely guessed that the young master was going to do something bad.

The morning passed quickly, and when it was lunch time, Chu Xiucai frowned suddenly, and said to Chen Jin, "My lord, don't you feel something is wrong?"

"Not right?"

Chen Jin was puzzled by the question. He looked around and found that the study was in good condition, and he confirmed that there was nothing unusual.

Chu Xiucai said seriously: "No one came to ask about the calligraphy of this Taoist this morning."

Hearing this, Chen Jin also realized that it was true.

For the past few days, every day, several groups of people have come to inquire about calligraphy, come to buy calligraphy, and even raise the price of each other for a piece of calligraphy.

But today, there was no one there.

Therefore, Chu Xiucai felt that something was wrong, and murmured in his heart: Could it be that the study has not been stocked for the past two days, so others stopped buying it?

But it didn't make sense.

Calligraphy art is different from other goods. Its collection attribute should be that the more it is out of stock, the more popular it is.

What Chen Jin was thinking about was whether the money maker behind the scenes had stopped and no longer invested in pursuing it, so the market suddenly turned cold.

In retrospect, this incident is really a bit inexplicable.

So far, it has not been possible to confirm who the other party is.

Chu Xiucai said: "My lord, why don't I go out and inquire about it?"

Chen Jin also wanted to understand, so he agreed to go.

Chu Xiucai was very efficient in handling things, and within two quarters of an hour, he brought back the news, and it turned out that those few collectors no longer accepted the goods.As for the reason, they kept it secret and kept silent.The outside world believes that the calligraphy of "people in this way" must have not been hyped up, so they chose to stop the loss in time and no longer collect it.

Such behavior is nothing new in the industry, and it is even difficult to form a topic.

Seeing that there was no profit to be made, those brokers naturally stopped coming to grab word.

Chu Xiucai didn't know the reason. He thought Chen Jin directed and acted himself, so he didn't dare to express his opinion lightly, lest he say something wrong.

Chen Jin didn't have any mentality of worrying about gains and losses. He thought this matter was abnormal and would not last long, but now it's over.

However, in this matter, he has also obtained certain benefits.

First of all, the charm of literary spirit is real, and once it has been cultivated, it will not be confiscated because the market turns cold, and at most it will stop the subsequent growth.

Secondly, the vest of "people in this way" has made a name for itself in the industry, leaving an impression in people's minds, which is a kind of effective communication.

In short, for Chen Jin, there is no harm.

As usual, I took the food box home to eat, and told my wife, Xiu Niang, about attending the poetry meeting in the evening.

Chu Xiucai was honest, and told the truth about boarding the painting boat.

Xiu Niang didn't think too much about it, she just regarded it as a normal social gathering for a man to go out, instead she warned: "Sir, Mr. Chen is so kind to us, you can't use his money indiscriminately."

Since Xianggong came to work in Sanwei Study, not to mention his daily leisure time, the daily food problem has been solved, every meal has the smell of meat, and his life has turned around.

This is the kindness of a parent.

Chu Xiucai hurriedly said: "I will board the ship tonight, just follow the young master, and there will be no extra expenses for the rest."

Xiu Niang glanced at him: "Hmph, I don't believe it."

Chu Xiucai quickly raised his finger: "The world can learn from it."

Xiu Niang rolled her eyes and found an excuse to send the two children to a neighbor's house to play.

Chu Xiucai was startled: "Xiu Niang, what are you?"

The woman closed the door, held his hand, and said affectionately: "Sir, we haven't had that for a long time."

Chu Xiucai: "..."

Two quarters of an hour later, he came out with his arm on his waist, and Xiu Niang followed behind, with a satisfied face, she stretched out her hand to tidy up the man's clothes: "Sir, please go to the study to do something, lest you be late and offend Mr. Chen. "

"Uh-huh."

Chu Xiucai replied, when he went out, his footsteps were flimsy, and he almost tripped over the threshold, so he couldn't help smiling wryly:

Just now, my beloved wife was so passionate and proactive. Wasn't it just because I was worried that my husband would not be able to stand the teasing of Fengyue after he got on the boat tonight?
In view of this, I came to grind the tofu hard in advance to squeeze it out. At night, even if I wavered, I was powerless.

heh, woman...

"Brother Chu, what's the matter with you? You don't look quite right."

Amidst the voice, Song Jia in a long robe came over.

Chu Xiucai hurriedly said, "Maybe I'm tired from doing things."

Song Jia snorted, and asked again: "Will Brother Chu attend the Wenkui meeting tonight?"

Chu Xiucai didn't answer directly, but asked instead, "What about you?"

"I'm going to participate. I've prepared three poems, all of which have been written for a long time, carefully crafted and painstakingly written."

Speaking of this, Song Jia was a little proud of himself. He failed the exams repeatedly, and in a depressed mood, he wrote some poems to express his feelings. He felt that the writing was good.But like him, it is difficult to find a place to publish it, so it has been kept in a box at home.Unexpectedly, the opportunity came, and many poetry clubs jointly organized the Wenkui Contest to collect works widely.

Immediately, Song Jia searched out his own poems, selected the three best ones, refined them again, and prepared to recommend himself.

Hearing that he was going to submit three articles, Chu Xiucai was inexplicably sour. He only had one article, and it was not good enough.

There is no way, I have been focusing on imperial examination articles all the way, and I have spent very little effort on poetry.

What's more, poetic talent and literary talent are about talent.

Immediately said: "I only prepared one."

Three to one, Song Jia suddenly felt that he had the upper hand, and continued: "Then shall we go to the Confucian Temple to recommend ourselves?"

Chu Xiucai shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. The young master is the host, and he wants to invite me to go to the Spring Tower to paint a boat. Most of my poems will be put there."

"Spring Tower Painting Boat?"

Song Jia's tone immediately became sharp, containing extremely rich envy and jealousy.

Chu Xiucai was very satisfied with his reaction, and cupped his hands: "I'm going to the study, goodbye."

He walked away with a proud expression on his face.

hehe, man...

　Hehe, I finally survived another month of full attendance, and my grades were dismal. I can only live on full attendance, ashamed!

　　Thanks to the book friend "Qing Yi Zhan Jian" for his generous reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)