Xiangye

Chapter 12

"Boss Yu, this is a fairy tale...uh, a novel about gods and demons, not a book about romance. The key is that the story is good. As long as you read on and finish this chapter, you will definitely understand the benefits of it." ..."

"No, please go back!" Yu Xingyan was very straightforward, stood up and made a gesture, Gao Wen's obsession made him a little impatient.

After Gao Wen was instructed by Yu Xingyan, anger welled up in his heart.I, Gao Wen, can't afford to lose this person when I write pornographic books.A certain person traveled to the Ming Dynasty. With this ability, he will do a great job in the future.If you really write this kind of book, if you become famous in the future.Once someone finds out this dark history, how can they meet people?

Immediately wanted to stand up, pointed at Yu Xingyan and scolded Yu Xingyan as "gentle scum", "addicted to obscenity and robbers", and "not a son of man."

After thinking about it, seeing that he was wearing a slack shirt, it was obvious that he had a reputation as a scholar and was a serious and famous teacher.And I am just a small subordinate and a reserve.If we really quarreled with him, I, Gao Wen, would suffer the most.

The Ming Dynasty practiced nurturing scholars for a hundred years, and the society respected books and Taoism from top to bottom. Scholars had a very high status and enjoyed political privileges.For example, Boss Yu's t-shirt is not for everyone to wear. If you wear it, you will break the law.There was once a prodigal son of Wuxing who put on a Confucian robe with a folding fan in his hand in order to smile at the beauty in the brothel.In the end, he was discovered by a handsome scholar who was also in the brothel, and he was slapped in the face until the person was slapped until he couldn't make a sound.

Thinking of his blind old mother at home, Gao Wen let go of his clenched fists, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, listening to your words is better than studying for ten years. Gao Wen has been taught, so I will leave."

After finishing speaking, he reached out and took out his manuscript, put it in his sleeve, and wanted to leave.

Gao Wen's face was ugly, Yu Xingyan couldn't tell, he was also a child prodigy when he was young, he was able to write poetry at the age of seven, and at the age of eight.He was selected as a scholar, and entered the county school as a granary student.In the eyes of the world, the future is simply boundless.

It's strange to say that since he was selected as a scholar, God didn't know what he did, so he took back the wonderful pen that was bestowed on him.That is to say, from that year on, Yu Xingyan failed repeatedly in the local examinations, wasting twenty years in one breath.Not only that, as if overnight, he didn't even know how to write a composition.Every year the county school assessment is the last one, his ass is smashed by the school officials, and he is reduced to a scholarly joke.

Unable to bear the beatings from the academic officials and the ridicule from his colleagues, Yu Xingyan simply gave up the idea of ​​the imperial examination and borrowed some money to open this bookstore. After ten years, the business has done well, and he can be regarded as a middle class in Hancheng County. , This is: the east corner of the lost, the mulberry elm harvested.

Probably because he suffered too much humiliation in his early years, the old man looks easy-going on the surface, but in fact he is still stingy in his bones.Seeing Gao Wen's expression, he immediately became annoyed, and said, "Young man, your handwriting is good, and your writing style is not bad, but novels are not so easy to write. If you don't listen to the old man's words, you are destined to be a fool." street boy."

Old man Yu also traveled to several provincial capitals when he was young and could speak several dialects.The word "Pujiezi" is in Cantonese, so I thought Gao Wen couldn't understand it.

But who would have thought that in later generations, these three words would be a pretentious catchphrase that must be used by writers in the publishing industry, how could Gao Wen not know?

Suddenly, the anger that was suppressed in the chest burst out.

Gao Wen couldn't help but sneered loudly, pointed at Yu Xingyan, and yelled: "Beautiful man, you old thief with a gray beard, how many novels have you written, and how many holes have you written in return, and you will know my peerless writings. I see that your eyes are full of adultery. The color, the forehead is dark and dead, dare to talk here? I only know that it is tempting to write that Fengyue book, which is so ugly! Corrupting people's customs and customs, the worst evil, a dog with a broken spine, dare to stand in front of me Yelling and yelling! I have never seen such a shameless person! True gold is not afraid of fire, I don't believe that this Hancheng Bookstore is just your Linlange family, and you, Butcher Yu, still eat hairy pigs after you die?"

After sacrificing the prime minister, the joy in my heart is really indescribable.

From the bookstore behind, Yu Xingyan coughed violently and scolded angrily: "You, you, you... scum, scum, a thing that hits the street, a shovel, I will not accept your books, even if you beat them to death. I will not accept your books. Let's see if there is another bookstore willing to take your money-losing book. I'm so mad, so mad!"

Just now, Gao Wen's scolding, he used the original language of Zhuge Liang and Wang Lang.People like Wang Situ were scolded by Prime Minister Zhuge until they bled to death. How could a mere Yu Xingyan stand it?

冚jiasho is a swear word in Cantonese, which means that the whole family is dead. This is already a very vicious curse.

In his previous life, Gao Wen lost his parents since he was a child, and in his heart he dreamed of going back to the happy days when he was a child with loving parents and loving mothers.God was pitiful for this time travel. After giving him a mother and accepting her emotionally, Gao Wen cherished this sudden happiness very much.

His mother was blind and weak, all Gao Wen thought about was earning some money so that his mother could live a better life.Family and kinship are his superiors' adversity, and at this moment, Yu Xingyan has completely angered him.I just want to turn around and rush into the study, grab the old man by the collar and beat him up.

At the critical moment, Gao Wen forcibly suppressed the hostility in his chest.This is the Ming Dynasty, and the crime of beating a famous scholar is very serious, and I don't want to get into this trouble.

But others have scolded your whole family to die, if you don't earn back this anger, you will have to bear it in your heart until you die.

Turning around and scolding: "Old man, you have no eyes, and you can't see gold and jade with your naked eyes. Others are not as blind as you. No wonder you are still a failed scholar at your age, an old sour man. If you don't accept this book, then It's your own loss. I won't go to other bookstores, and I will spend with you, just a few pages of manuscripts."

"Goddamn thing, goddamn thing..." There was a louder cough, followed by chest-thumping.It was okay for Gao Wen to scold him for other things, but his fame was an eternal pain in his heart. The four characters of a talented scholar were like Hong Zhong Dalu, and he was directly knocked down.

At any rate, this place is also the political and cultural center of Hancheng. There are many pedestrians on the street. When they heard the two scolding each other, people with good intentions gathered around to watch the excitement.

Seeing that more people came, Gao Wen became more excited, and immediately took out a bunch of copper coins from his pocket and threw the manuscript of "Journey to the West" on a stall.Pointing to the outer wall outside the bookstore, he said, "Please, help me to paste the manuscripts on this wall. I want everyone to see how wonderful Gao's words are."

This string of copper coins is about [-] Wen, and it was pocket money given by Gao Wen's mother when he went to work by the Yellow River. She said that although the road was not far away, it was also the first time my son went out. always good.

As soon as the copper coins were thrown out, Gao Wen felt a little regretful thinking of his mother's hard work in weaving to earn money.But the person who set up the stall obviously had a slow business, so he managed to open it today, so how could he let him go.He snatched the money with lightning speed, and sang a big promise: "Xiongtai is too rich, it's easy to say, you look after it."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a pot of paste, and quickly pasted the dozen or so pages of the manuscript on it.While posting it, he praised in his mouth: "Brother Tai's handwriting is really amazing, good, really good!"

Hearing the man's yell, all the troublemakers gathered around, commenting and pointing at the ten pages of the manuscript.

It turned out that this place is only one street away from the Yamen.Next to it are Confucian temples and county schools, and the people who come and go are either scholars with feather fans and scarves, or villagers who go to the city to file a complaint and ask the master Qingtian to make decisions for themselves.Therefore, many poor scholars set up a stall here, writing family letters and complaints for others, earning money to buy two or two meters to go home to support their wives and children, or renting a romantic book at Linlang Study Room, indulging in the fragrance powder. In the romantic world of people.

Gao Wen's impulsiveness was a done deal, and it was too late to regret it.

(End of this chapter)