The drizzle knocks on the window for no reason.
On the second floor of the small building in the backyard of the Fu family, Chunxiu was grinding ink, but Fu Xiaoguan did not pick up his pen.
He had already made all the preliminary preparations for Yu Fu Ji's affairs these days, and everything was basically going according to his plan. Naturally, those advertisements had a huge impact - after all, no one in this era had promoted like him.
Novel things are of course more eye-catching, and there are two topics that many people in Linjiang City are talking about now.
One of them is Yu Fu Ji’s wine, which is said to be comparable to Tianxiang and has the name of the contemporary great scholar Qin Lao.
The second one is Fu Xiaoguan from the Fu Mansion.
The two poems written by Fu Xiaoguan on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month were sung by Fan Duoer, the most popular courtesan in Yihong Tower, and then promoted by the remaining three talented men in Linjiang. These two poems became very popular and became a topic of daily discussion among the young ladies of wealthy families in their boudoirs. They also became classics that countless students in Linjiang often recited for comparison. Fu Xiaoguan's reputation as the fourth talented man in Jiangnan became famous in Linjiang.
Fu Xiaoguan!
That cancer of Linjiang City, that unlearned and unskillful dandy, was actually able to write two such amazing poems!
He actually became the fourth most talented person in Linjiang!
Obviously, in the minds of Linjiang people, this is absolutely impossible.
When people talked about it, they basically just laughed and thought it was just a joke. They guessed that the Fu family wanted to wash away some of their own money-making habits, so they asked a famous person to write two poems, and this operation made Fu Xiaoguan famous.
After hearing this, Fu Xiaoguan just chuckled twice and didn't take it seriously.
Most of the time, people wish others well, but there is one thing: they cannot be better than themselves.
If someone is better than you, there must be some conspiracy behind it, which will turn into hostility, increase your vigilance, and make you think that the other person's kindness must be fake.
Therefore, Fu Xiaoguan's reputation as a talented man is certainly not worthy of his reality.
This point has been firmly established in the hearts of Linjiang students.
Banshan Academy decided to hold a poetry meeting and invited the fourth talented scholar of Linjiang to participate, but Fu Xiaoguan did not go.
Liu Jingxing invited two other talented men and several famous students from Linjiang to have a small gathering at Yihong Tower. Liu Jingxing personally came to Fu's house to invite Fu Xiaoguan to attend, but he still did not go.
Why doesn't he go?
Of course not!
This further confirmed the fact that Fu Xiaoguan was illiterate and plagiarized other people's poems.
Such a shameless person, he actually said that Yu Fu Ji's Tianchun wine can be compared with Tianxiang, and even said that the great scholar Qin Lao personally inscribed the name - I don't know what dirty means he used to deceive Qin Lao. I must buy some Tianchun when the time comes, and completely expose Fu Xiaoguan's villainous face at the poetry meeting at Linjiang Academy!
Fu Xiaoguan looked at the drizzle outside the window, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.
Bro...of course I copied it!
"Young Master, if this goes on, your reputation will be ruined." Chunxiu was very worried.
Reputation is very important in this era. If your reputation is bad, you will have difficulty in making progress in the future.
But Fu Xiaoguan did not react to this, "Xiu'er, don't be impatient, let the bullets fly for a while."
"bullet?"
"Um, bows and arrows... let's not talk about that. I asked you to send someone to deliver the letter to Master Liu at the West Mountain Villa. Did you deliver it?"
"I think Master Liu has already received it... Master, is this matter important?"
Fu Xiaoguan nodded, picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote four words on the paper:
A Dream of the Red Chamber.
This calligraphy needs to be practiced. What can I use to practice? Copying the Four Books and Five Classics is impossible. They are too obscure and there are many parts that I can't understand.
So, he decided to rewrite Dream of the Red Chamber.
Many time travelers have done this job and the results were very good. Of course, Fu Xiaoguan also wanted to try it.
But he couldn't write it down from memory like others, because he only read "Dream of the Red Chamber" in his limited free time after completing each task.
So he only remembered the general story, and even forgot many of the supporting characters, but this did not prevent him from rewriting it based on it.
Chapter 1: Zhen Shiyin recognizes a psychic in a dream, and Jia Yucun falls in love with a young lady.
"In ancient times, the sky collapsed and the earth split, and chaos began... Nuwa used 36,500 colorful stones to repair the sky. Only one piece remained, unused, and was abandoned at the foot of Qinggeng Peak..."
Chunxiu watched quietly. The young master's handwriting looked really beautiful, but his handwriting was still so ugly.
What is this Dream of the Red Chamber?
Could it be that the young master is going to write a book?
Those ugly words fell on the paper one by one. Fu Xiaoguan occasionally stopped to think, then wrote a paragraph. Occasionally, he frowned, put down his pen, walked in the corridor with a serious expression, and then came back to write a few more paragraphs.
In this way, the rain became heavier, the sky was getting dark, and the ink was gone.
Chunxiu lit the lamp and ground the ink. Then she looked at Fu Xiaoguan's back, left quietly, and went to the kitchen to instruct the new cook to prepare some delicious dishes.
Fu Xiaoguan wrote intermittently and it took him three full hours to finish the second chapter: A Lin Daiyu fell from the sky.
This job...isn't that easy.
It was a bit embarrassing to hold a pen with the hand that had once held the gun. Furthermore, the plot of the original story wasn't very profound to begin with, so rewriting it was much more difficult than he had imagined.
Fortunately, as a small landlord, I have no worries about food and clothing. I can spend more time writing and revising slowly, and the final result will not deviate much.
When Fu Xiaoguan put down his pen, he realized that the lights had already come on.
He stretched his stiff wrists, looked at the papers spread out in a row, and the tadpole-like words on them, and suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction - after all, he had written quite a few words, even though they were a little ugly.
When we arrived in Langfang, the rain curtain was like a veil, and the sky and the earth were filled with freshness.
Someone was walking towards him from a distance. It was his father, Mr. Fu.
Father and son sat down in the small dining room in the courtyard. "At noon today, I sat down with the heads of the three major grain merchants in Linjiang. They mentioned my son's literary talent again, but without the same admiration and envy as a few days ago. As a father, I could see that each of their faces had a hint of doubt... Talking nonsense can melt gold, and constant criticism can destroy a person."
Fu Xiaoguan ate his food and said with a smile, "Why bother with such a small matter?"
"This is no small matter."
"Dad, is Auntie okay?"
"It's fine... We are talking about your business now."
"You should let Auntie move around more and stay in a good mood. You can even... take her to live in the West Mountain Villa for a few days."
Mr. Fu looked at Mr. Fu, who felt a little embarrassed.
"Okay, okay, it's just writing poetry. This crap... it's really annoying!"
Official Fu laughed and said cheerfully, "I knew my son was truly capable. On the evening of the first day of June, the Prince's residence will be in Linzhou Garden. Here is the invitation, keep it."
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