The following day, Qingyunlou found a visiting card and delivered it directly to Instructor Xu's residence.
No bathing today.
Instructor Xu was holed up in his residence, organizing his reading notes and reflections.
"Huh? What does he want from me?"
Before long, Qingyunlou found Instructor Xu with a nervous expression.
In the study.
Qingyunlou watched as Instructor Xu busied himself binding books in the study, seemingly sharing his reading notes.
He was secretly delighted, but deliberately put on a serious face and said, "Master Xu, I have some doubts about 'An Introduction to Poetry' recently."
As he spoke, he handed over the thousand-word analysis and reflections on the poems he had written the day before.
Instructor Xu was slightly taken aback.
I instinctively reached out to answer.
Wild grasses grow, glistening with dew.
There was a beautiful woman, graceful and charming.
Note: In the spring morning in the countryside, the spring grass is lush and the leaves are tender green...
A beautiful young woman arrived silently, her eyes filled with affection.
Chapter Two is similar to Chapter One, with the recurring praise for the serene and beautiful nature and the lovely woman, while the similar change is the escalation of emotions...
Master Xu's analyses, whether examining a woman's appearance or her inner world, demonstrate a profound understanding and skillful observation of the character's inner thoughts.
This is precisely the skill that students lack...
Instructor Xu found himself increasingly pleased with the work; it was truly worthy of a seasoned writer who had been famous in the city for many years.
Moreover, the person in front of me is someone who specializes in writing romance novels about talented men and beautiful women.
The ability to grasp a woman's inner feelings is beyond the comprehension of most people.
More importantly, this guy completely agreed with my analytical approach, essentially going through all my previous thought processes.
That kind of dedication is truly rare.
In short, Qingyunlou analyzed Instructor Xu's analysis of poetry.
A sycophant.
"good!"
Instructor Xu nodded slightly. This person seemed to have thoroughly understood the basics of poetry, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to write such profound insights.
He's not your average, perfunctory person.
Qingyunlou kept his head down and occasionally glanced at the person out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing the other person's lips purse slightly, he was suddenly overjoyed; it was a done deal.
He then said in a deliberately serious tone, "In my spare time, besides creating storybooks, I like to read your poems, essays, and reflections on your studies."
And they extracted some of its core spirit, using it as material for creating storybooks.
Upon hearing this, Instructor Xu smiled slightly, realizing that his explanation of the poems had indeed played a supporting role.
Qingyunlou continued to increase the dosage: "Recently, I went to Qingping Study and saw that the Master's works had been forgotten in a corner, which saddened me greatly."
Somewhat puzzled, I then realized that it was because a erotic novel had appeared in the city in the last few months, the opening of which was full of lust. It was this kind of obscene book that was affecting the sales of your book.
I am heartbroken.
No storybooks or such are qualified to compare with the works of Confucius.
It's like the difference between wild vegetables and gourmet delicacies.
Unfortunately, many people, especially young people, have gone astray.
Some people blindly pursue novelty, eroticism, and excitement, forgetting the original purpose of reading.
Get rid of all the truly useful things, such as the insights of great Confucian scholars, and the things that are truly useful for your life and the imperial examinations!
This is like taking poison.
The student... dares to humbly request that you, sir, intervene and restore a healthy and positive reading environment for the students of Chengzhong Middle School!
A long silence followed.
Qingyunlou bowed slightly, feeling as if time had stood still.
An eerie silence.
Something's not right.
Normally, shouldn't Master Xu be furious upon hearing such a thing?
He was consumed by rage and wanted to kill.
After all, how can a storybook outsell the works of a great scholar? Does it even have any face left?
Isn't this the kind of thing that scholars value most?
For a very long time.
Instructor Xu remained calm. "So?"
Qingyunlou was somewhat bewildered by these words: "?"
Instructor Xu smiled as he looked at him.
"You're putting me in the lead. As far as I know, the novels of A Chinese Ghost Story completely crush Mr. Qingyun's novels, leaving not a trace, right?"
Cold sweat inexplicably broke out on Qingyunlou's forehead. He nodded stiffly, forcing a smile that was three parts ingratiating and four parts fawning, with the rest of his expression filled with trembling fear.
"The Master is right. I hate it. Why? I have been writing books diligently in the city for decades. Why has someone who appeared out of nowhere taken away almost all the young people's leisure reading time?"
They didn't even spare young girls; they didn't even leave me a drop of soup.
"This student dares to beg...sir, please save me!"
Instructor Xu nodded.
"I understand. Don't worry, even if you don't come to me, I will still make proper arrangements for this person. I also have correspondence with several friends in Yingzhou Prefecture."
"In that case, you should first organize something like a literary seminar or discussion group on vernacular stories..."
The old man's eyes inexplicably flashed with coldness and murderous intent: Such a writer poisons the minds and bodies of young people and deserves to die.
As Xu Jiaoyu listened, he became increasingly terrified, his body trembling slightly. Compared to that, his own random attempts to find someone to slander Mr. Liaozhai were nothing more than child's play.
Scholars in officialdom can be truly ruthless.
They have status, reputation, identity, and connections. They have dozens of disciples and former subordinates, not just a few.
...
Two days have passed.
The men that Uncle Fu sent have returned.
They moved extremely quickly, preparing more than a dozen autumn styles of ready-made clothing and five or six summer styles!
It's right next to the affordable fabric store.
Someone opened a huge clothing store!
The sign reads: Affordable Ready-to-Wear Clothing!
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