After Chen Xian left.
His smile, which was originally warm and gentle like a spring breeze, suddenly turned into a violent storm.
Su Yong remained calm, picked up the paper from the table, and twirled it in his hand.
He said in a deep voice, "Wenxuan, regarding your question about Daoist history, the Zhou Dynasty is outwardly upright but inwardly weak. Your father has read it."
Many things are not as easy as he thinks. Is it possible for a mere scholar who has passed the imperial examinations to consider whether or not to control the feudal lords?
You, a scholar who hasn't even achieved the title of Jinshi, what gives you the right to spout such nonsense on your exam paper? Do you think everyone in the court is a fool, and that you're the smartest one?
His sharp eyes swept over Su Erlang.
But the second young master frowned, looking at his old father with a blank expression.
"Father, are you talking about me?"
Su Yong was taken aback, as if he had suddenly realized something, and then his eyes swept over Su Wenhao.
Seeing that the other person frowned slightly and pursed their lips, with a serious expression.
Su Yong, whose mind had been at peace, suddenly felt his blood surging and his chest tremble slightly.
"Big Brother, that rather radical historical essay was written by you, not Second Brother?"
Wenhao nodded.
"Is there something wrong with Dad?"
Su Yong felt like he had been betrayed. He had always trusted his eldest son the most and had put in the least effort for him. What he thought was the least likely thing had actually happened.
He let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead.
"Brother, we can't approach studying like we do martial arts, which requires a straightforward approach."
Similarly, when you're writing an essay, sometimes you absolutely shouldn't reveal your true thoughts unless absolutely necessary, especially in a serious exam. Regarding this, you feel you need to learn from your second brother how to write an essay.
Su Wenxuan was taken aback when he heard this, but his expression remained calm. He quickly waved his hand and said, "No, I didn't. I just wrote it so-so, hehe."
Su Yong's face darkened.
I just gave him a compliment, and he's already getting all high and mighty. When will he ever grow up?
The thoughts that were originally hidden in my heart suddenly changed.
His Majesty granted him a ninth-rank official position through hereditary privilege. He originally thought that his second son was impetuous and disliked studying. In the future, he would most likely only become a scholar, so if possible, he would have to give this position to his second son instead of his eldest.
But now it seems...
She sighed softly.
"Life is unpredictable."
The advisor stood behind Magistrate Su, smiling with pursed lips.
Haha, this family of adults is really interesting.
I'd like to see how Magistrate Su will choose who to appoint as a ninth-rank official.
It is really difficult for a father to treat everyone equally.
He frowned and sighed.
...
The Chen family.
Chen Xian figured he had nothing else to do, so he might as well put his idea of setting up the Daxing Town Storytelling Forum on the agenda.
Firstly, it allows me to promote my new book, and secondly, it allows me to promote my family's cuisine.
It's essentially an advertising distribution channel.
The more I thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
Furthermore, he had already discussed this matter with Uncle Fu, and he was preparing for it.
Fortunately, he sat in the main room, writing the forum's first post at his desk.
So how do you choose a topic? The first post must generate traffic, be popular, and spark discussion.
He stood up, took a sip of tea, and then began to write furiously on the paper.
A Brief Discussion on Why the "A Chinese Ghost Story" Series is So Popular
In the town.
Uncle Fu found a small square near the academy.
Post white paper.
The sign above reads: "Huaben Weiqiang Forum".
At first, I looked around and saw that everyone was busy with their own affairs, and no one came to look or showed any interest in asking questions.
Did Mr. Liaozhai's ingenious ideas really work? Wouldn't it be a thankless task, dampening his enthusiasm and ideas? It was a thankless task.
After quite some time, a few young people peeked over to look.
"Isn't this Manager Fu from Rainforest Bookstore? What are you doing here? Are you preparing to promote your new picture book?"
Uncle Fu explained with a smile: "It's not that the 'A Chinese Ghost Story' series of stories are popular among young boys and girls. There are many creative young people who plan to write some fan fiction stories. I read a few and they were pretty good, so I decided to publish them for everyone to choose from."
"If it really receives a strong response from people, it could indeed be printed into a book."
Show some small props.
"Shopkeeper, what are these little red stars for?"
"The little red star means you can stick this red paper at the end of the post to show your appreciation."
The most appreciated comments can be moved to the top.
And the tear in this broken heart represents your opposition to his opinion.
Hanging on the wall were a few calligraphy brushes and a few sheets of white paper.
The young scholar-like man said excitedly, "Does this paper and pen mean that if I disagree, I can write my comments directly below?"
Uncle Fu exclaimed, "Young master, you are truly quick-witted!"
The young scholar waved his hand and said, "Ah, someone who has such an idea is truly a genius."
"To be honest, I've always wanted to exchange ideas with fellow readers who enjoy reading storybooks. Unfortunately, most of the people around me don't like reading storybooks, so there's no one I can discuss with at the same time. Now that I have this opportunity, I can have a lively debate with people who like it. I'm increasingly looking forward to how lively the storybook forum will be."
"Haha, the name 'Walled Forum' is really interesting."
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