Chapter 370 Calligraphers really exist!
Li Nuo stood at the door of the study, puzzled.
There was indeed an extra power in his body, but he didn't know how to use it.
If you want to utilize the power of various schools of thought, you must first know what that power is.
Fortunately, Li Nuo already has many cultivations in his body, and the remaining ones can be eliminated by the method of elimination.
Among the various schools of thought, the famous one is the "Eclectic School", but the meaning of "Eclectic School" is to learn from the strengths of many schools and not to have one's own unique true energy.
In addition to the eclecticists, the more famous are the "famous scholars". The famous scholars possess the power of sophistry and are eloquent, and can persuade others invisibly. During the Warring States Period, they often appeared as diplomatic envoys.
However, the strategists also have this ability, and it is simpler and more direct, which led to the famous masters being gradually eliminated and they have long disappeared in the long river of history.
Moreover, he had not done anything to cultivate the reputation of a famous scholar.
Several other unpopular schools also do not meet the requirements.
After eliminating all the options, only one possibility remains.
Could he be the legendary calligrapher?
Li Nuo walked back to the study, sat at the table, and gently picked up the pen.
The moment he picked up the brush, the power seemed to be attracted by something, surging out of his body and gathering at the tip of the brush in his hand.
Li Nuo's face showed astonishment.
It seems like he is really a calligrapher!
There are not many records about calligraphers in the official history. It is generally believed that the calligraphy tradition has been completely lost, and even more people believe that calligraphers do not exist at all.
After all, the description of the ability of calligraphers in unofficial history is too amazing, which is simply a dimensionality reduction attack on other calligraphers. No one is willing to believe that someone can rewrite the fate of others with just a pen, and even violate the rules of life and death...
Of course, what people are even more unwilling to believe is that this world is actually a book, and all destinies are written in the general outline, and they are just fictional characters in the book...
The way for calligraphers to practice is to write books.
But it is not just about writing books. Calligraphers need to make their works have a far-reaching impact. All the calligraphers recorded in history books have written best-selling works in mainland China.
At the beginning, calligraphers were not actually called calligraphers. The earliest calligraphers were called "novelists."
They are very special among the various schools of thought. Novelists do not have a unified ideological system. Unlike Confucianism and Legalism, they do not have a profound ideological core and systematic theoretical construction. At that time, novelists were not even considered a school of thought.
They usually use vivid and interesting fables to promote their own views. Those fables are often philosophical, and because of their short length and profound meaning, they are widely circulated. A fable can spread to all countries on the continent in a short period of time.
Later, novelists expanded their subjects to include more topics, and all literary works could be attributed to this category, even including history books. The names of novelists were replaced by calligraphers.
In this case, it is no wonder that calligraphers are so good at writing.
Because whether they are writing official history or compiling unofficial history, they are all calligraphers themselves.
The entry requirements for calligraphers are the highest among all the other classes. After all, serving the people wholeheartedly depends on one's own subjective thoughts. As for judging cases, one can do it as long as he passes the imperial examination. However, writing a book that sells well throughout the continent is not such an easy task.
Li Nuo's collection of poems is far from meeting this requirement.
Is it a medical manual?
Because of its practicality, this book was widely circulated in Daxia and Zhao. It is said that booksellers in other countries also printed it on a large scale. Although they did not pay Li Nuo copyright fees, they did in fact expand the influence of the book for him.
Calligrapher...
Although Li Nuo already had some guesses in his mind, he still had to try it himself before he could be sure.
Each family has different abilities, but they all follow the same rule.
Abilities that are beyond the comprehension of reality, or those involving consciousness and thought, can only be used on people with lower cultivation than oneself, or at most on people in the same realm.
This power is only equivalent to the first entry of each family, and I am afraid it can only be effective on ordinary people.
Li Nuo thought about it, picked up the pen and wrote a line on the paper.
"Jiang Daier, who was teaching Song Jiaren how to arrange flowers, suddenly wanted to go to the study to see Li Nuo."
After writing this sentence, Li Nuo pressed the paper under a book and waited silently.
Half a quarter of an hour.
A quarter of an hour.
Two quarters of an hour.
The study was quiet, with only the sound of him flipping through pages.
Li Nuo showed a look of doubt on his face. Could it be that he guessed wrong?
He picked up another piece of paper and wrote another sentence.
"The maidservant remembered that the floor of the young master's study seemed to have not been swept, so she hurried over to check."
This time, Li Nuo didn't have to wait long before a young girl came running in with her skirt in hand and said apologetically, "Master, I'm sorry, I forgot to sweep the floor today. I'll do it right away..."
She picked up the broom and looked at the clean floor. A trace of astonishment appeared on her face, and she murmured, "Did I sweep it?"
Then, she patted her head and said, "Oh, the first thing I did when I was tidying up the study this morning was to sweep the floor. How could I have forgotten that? Master, continue to be busy. I won't disturb you anymore..."
Watching the little maid leave, Li Nuo was slightly confused.
Without any cultivation, why can Shishu do it but Fenghuang can’t?
Next, he conducted the experiment on several other maids and servants.
It turns out that this is indeed the power of calligraphers.
Unofficial history is not really unofficial history. At least they say that calligraphers can make things develop according to their ideas, which has been verified in the case of Li Nuo.
Not only that, the priority of calligraphers is obviously higher than that of Yin-Yang scholars.
Yin-Yangists predict the future, calligraphers change the future.
According to unofficial history, calligraphers can not only change the future, but even the past.
For calligraphers, there is no distinction between past, present and future. Changing something that has happened, or even resurrecting the dead, is just a matter of moving the pen.
Of course, even if this is just the fantasy of a group of calligraphers who have never entered the field, it is not something that Li Nuo, who is just a beginner in calligraphy, can do.
At present, what can be done by calligraphers can also be done by strategists.
It’s just that the calligrapher’s method is simpler. The strategist needs close contact to change the other person’s mind, and it needs to conform to basic logic. The calligrapher only needs simple paper and pen to make things develop smoothly, and he can completely ignore logic. He can make an introvert become extrovert, and a gentle and kind person become arrogant and rude. He is undoubtedly a level higher than the strategist.
The diplomats are based on hints and subtle influences, while the calligraphers ignore the root causes of everything.
Even though each school of thought has its own strengths, it must be admitted that compared with other schools, calligraphers possess unique characteristics.
However, the practice of calligraphy is also very difficult.
A best-selling book in mainland China can only barely allow calligraphers to enter the country. One can imagine how difficult the subsequent practice will be.
Soon, Fenghuang looked at Li Nuo in confusion and asked, "Why do we open so many bookstores? The profits from bookstores are not high. It would be better to open a few more women's underwear stores..."
Li Nuo did not explain too much and said, "It doesn't matter if the profit is not high, as long as we don't lose money."
The descriptions of calligraphers in various classics are very limited, and it is unknown whether they are true or false. Li Nuo himself also wants to know what the upper limit of calligraphers is.
When studying Mohism with Li Yun, Li Nuo felt sorry that he had studied liberal arts.
But now, he is glad that he studied liberal arts.
Although this does not have any advantages for those who practice Mohism, it is a unique advantage for those who practice calligraphy.
Instead of relying on others for spiritual practice, it is better to take it into your own hands.
If bookshops could be opened in all the countries on the continent, the difficulty of editing books would be greatly reduced.
Seeing that Li Nuo was not joking, Fenghuang did not ask any more questions. However, with the current financial resources of the Li family, it was impossible to open bookstores throughout the capital, let alone opening bookstores in all states of Daxia.
She rolled her eyes and soon came up with an idea.
Yuyin Pavilion.
The old woman looked at Fenghuang and asked, "How much silver do you want?"
Phoenix said: "Three million taels."
Although all the money of Daxia Qingluan Society was in her hands, she couldn't spend it at will.
The old woman was shocked and asked, "What do you want so much silver for?"
Phoenix said: "He wanted it."
"You'll give it to him if he asks for it?"
"What else?"
Fenghuang looked at her and said as a matter of course: "Compared with them, I have neither family background nor status. How can I gain his favor? I have to spend more money on him. If I fall out of favor, it will not be good for you..."
The old woman was puzzled and said, "He is already so rich, why does he need so much money? Three million taels, why does he need so much money..."
Fenghuang shrugged and said, "Who knows? Just tell me whether you will give it to me or not. If you don't, I will tell him that although I am the wife of the Li family, the money of Yuyin Pavilion has nothing to do with him, and tell him not to worry about it anymore..."
The old woman moved her lips. How could she say such a thing?
She had worked hard to get to where she is today, so she couldn't let all her efforts go to waste.
After thinking it over again and again, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, three million taels is three million taels..."
Ningxin Garden.
Li Nuo looked at Fenghuang in surprise and asked in astonishment: "Three million taels?"
Fenghuang snuggled in his arms and said, "Oh, my money is your money. Between husband and wife, there is no need to distinguish between each other..."
These words made Li Nuo feel embarrassed.
It is said that Fenghuang was able to marry into the Li family because she climbed up the social ladder. The fact is that she has always been contributing to the family, not only in terms of emotional value, but also in terms of monetary value. Li Nuo cannot do without her, both internally and externally.
After some tenderness, Fenghuang asked: "But I still don't understand why we have to open so many bookstores..."
Li Nuo picked up a pen and said, "Look..."
Soon, Fenghuang's pretty face showed astonishment, and she murmured, "Shujia, isn't that a fabricated thing?"
Li Nuo shook his head and said, "Calligraphers really exist."
Only after seeing it with her own eyes did Fenghuang believe that the calligrapher was not just a legend. She looked at Li Nuo and murmured, "Then what they said, that the calligrapher can decide life and death with a single stroke of a pen and bring the dead back to life, is that also true?"
It is inevitable that a calligrapher can judge life and death with a pen, and bring the dead back to life. Even if this is a fantasy world, such a thing is too fantastic. Unless he can do this one day, it will be hard for him to believe it.
He remembered something and said in surprise, "But why is the power of the calligrapher useless to you?"
Fenghuang also looked puzzled and said, "I don't know. Maybe it's because we are too close. I heard that it is difficult for the Yin-Yang family to predict the fate of those close to them..."
This is also a possibility.
Before Li Nuo could think for long, a little maid came in from outside. Seeing Fenghuang sitting on Li Nuo's lap, her face turned slightly red. She lowered her head and said, "Master, there is a young man named Chen Qi outside looking for you..."
Phoenix got up from his lap and said, "I'll go see the child..."
Li Nuo said to the little maid, "Please ask him to come in."
He had a deep impression of Chen Qi.
Li Nuo had met the 500 most outstanding students in Chang'an. Chen Qi's six arts were not the best among them, but he was the most balanced. He scored A or above in each subject, making him a strong contender for the next top scholar.
Of course, there were other reasons why Li Nuo was impressed by him.
Chen Qi's father, a businessman named Chen Tieniu, spent two hundred taels of silver to listen to his two-day lecture on the meaning of the scriptures.
It is rare for a businessman to be so studious, so Li Nuo took special care of him, but he didn't know what the effect was.
After a while, a figure walked in from outside, and the young man bowed to him and said, "Hello, sir."
His face was a little embarrassed, and Li Nuo took the initiative to ask: "But have you encountered any difficulties?"
Chen Qi nodded and said, "To be honest, I came here today because I have something I would like to ask you for help..."
…
Chang'an.
Tianxiang Tower.
In the private room on the second floor, four figures were sitting at the table, toasting each other, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
"The Chen guy is really crazy. He lowered the rent for the tenants and raised the wages for the employees. He has money to earn but he doesn't want to make it. It really shows that he is a jerk!"
"He doesn't want to make money, but others do. I heard that Chen's tenants reduced their rent, so my tenants also clamored for a rent reduction. They even dared to unite and protest. They are so rebellious!"
"My guy is the same. He even wants to threaten me with a pay raise by threatening to quit. If he wants to quit, then let him quit. Daxia is short of everything except people to work!"
"The dogs will come back when they are hungry. Those people have elderly parents and young children to support, and they are also in debt. If they can't find work for two months, their whole family will starve to death. Even if their wages are reduced by a few percent, they will continue to work..."
"It's all Chen's fault. If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be any such trouble. If we don't bankrupt him this time, there will definitely be other troubles in the future."
"There's no need to show mercy to people who break the rules!"
When talking about Chen Tieniu, everyone was angry.
Everyone was doing business happily, except him, who was different. It seemed that they were harsh to the tenants and servants, causing complaints from their subordinates, so they joined forces to deal with the Chen family this time.
Several people were discussing the details when one of them trembled and shivered suddenly.
After a moment of confusion, he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a gulp, then said slowly: "Actually, Manager Chen is not wrong. We are a bit harsh on tenants and employees..."
The man next to him was stunned, turned around and looked at him, and said in astonishment: "Old Huang, are you fucking drunk? Why are you sympathizing with the guy named Chen?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other side breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "I think what Old Huang said is right. We have so much money that we can't spend it all in several lifetimes. People say that when you are rich, you should help the world. Shouldn't we also do something for the people..."
"Crazy, crazy, you're all fucking crazy!"
Shopkeeper Zhao showed an expression of disbelief on his face. He stood up suddenly, grabbed the arm of the last person, and said, "Chen Tieniu's madness has been passed on to these two. Old Xu, let's go!"
He was about to take Shopkeeper Xu away, but even though he tried very hard, the other person's body remained motionless.
Shopkeeper Xu looked up at him and asked, "Why do you want to leave? Aren't they right?"
Shopkeeper Zhao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly let go of his hand, pointed at the three people in shock, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you guys, did the man surnamed Chen use some kind of magic on you? How did you all become like this..."
In an instant, the three people he was very familiar with suddenly changed their personalities. The more he thought about it, the colder he felt on his back. He didn't dare to stay here anymore. He ran out alone and slammed the door.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Three breaths later, the door that had just been closed opened again.
Shopkeeper Zhao walked in slowly, walked to the table, sat down again, looked at the three people, and said seriously: "I thought about it carefully, and I think what you said makes sense. Although making money is also important, in addition to making money, we also have to bear certain responsibilities..."
(End of this chapter)
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