Ashu: “…………”
Thirty years ago, his father was still a baby.
Zhang Biezhi looked at Ashu's constipated expression and finally felt relieved.
It turns out that the old lady is like this to everyone, not just him.
Fortunately, Xiao Yi, who had gone out to buy things, came back soon. Seeing a group of people at the door, he instantly thought that someone was going to make things difficult for them. But when he saw Ashu, Xiao Yi was stunned, and then his eyes turned red.
It has been almost nine months since they last met. Xiao Yi has grown a little taller, but the change is not particularly big. Things are much easier with him around. Although the old lady is extremely confused, at least she listens to her grandson. When Xiao Yi heard Ashu say that Xiao Rong wanted them to go to Chenliu, he started packing without saying a word.
Halfway through the packing, he asked Ah Shu how Xiao Rong was doing and whether he felt better.
Ashu: “…”
He better not answer.
It was also at this time that Ashu told Xiao Yi the second thing Xiao Rong had given him. Xiao Yi was a little stunned after hearing it, but in his heart, Xiao Rong and he were a family, and he must do for him what he wanted to do.
Leaving all the housework to Ashu, Xiao Yi thought for a while and then went out.
Before Xiao Rong left, he reminded him of many things. First of all, he should not associate with his eldest brother's acquaintances anymore, as this would cause trouble. Secondly, Xiao Rong told him not to take a teacher casually. As Xiao Rong's younger brother, Xiao Yi would inevitably attract attention in the future. If he took a teacher who was not famous casually, it was possible that future great writers would not be willing to accept him. After all, fame was really important at this time, and those literary masters also liked to compare each other's status.
Xiao Rong thought he was just doing his job and had made all the necessary arrangements for the child before leaving. Little did he know that his attitude had already touched Xiao Yi deeply, and he had no intention of abandoning his responsibility. Between the lines, he promised to live with Xiao Yi in the future. No wonder Xiao Yi was so devoted to him.
Therefore, after he left, Xiao Yi strictly listened to him. He had been studying at home for the past few months, and only went out to participate in some literary collections. Literary collections were gatherings of literati at that time. Xiao Yi had some talent and was related to the Xiao family, so even though he was old and untidy, some literary collections were willing to let him participate.
Walking to a place where a literary gathering was held, Xiao Yi pursed his lips, feeling a little nervous, and after a while he went in. …
But within a day, the news that Buddhist disciple Mi Jing had returned from his pilgrimage to India had spread throughout the Xin'an scholar circle. Moreover, as soon as Buddhist disciple came back, he did not go anywhere else, but went directly to the jurisdiction of King Zhenbei. Now he lives and eats with the prime minister of King Zhenbei and is preparing to move to Chenliu together.
But the big news doesn't end there. According to reliable insider information, the King of Zhenbei will hold a literary gathering of 1,000 people in Chenliu, where he will give questions on the spot and let people answer and debate. There will be three questions in total. Whoever can answer all three questions will receive 10,000 gold!
What is the concept of ten thousand gold? Four million in large amounts, or eighty million in small amounts, is enough to allow a person to directly leap into the wealthy class!
Money can move people's hearts, and scholars are no exception. Although many people were dumbfounded when they heard the 10,000 gold coins, they still habitually despised the nouveau riche behavior of King Zhenbei, and even teased him whether he was going to kill all the participating scholars after completing the collection of essays.
Obviously, this alone was not enough to make them decide to set off. The person who had the inside information sighed and said that his brother was in the Zhenbei Army. In fact, the ten thousand gold had nothing to do with their southern scholars. The King of Zhenbei did not think that the southern scholars could answer the questions raised by the northern scholars. The ten thousand gold would definitely belong to the northern scholars in the end.
Everyone: “…………”
How ridiculous! You, a rough man, are looking down on us. What does literature have to do with the north and the south? Half of us southern scholars originally moved here from the north!
Nowadays, netizens can argue over a zongzi until their faces turn red, let alone such a major event that concerns the reputation of literati. They criticized the King of Zhenbei again on the spot. The main idea was that they could do without the money, but they must use facts to refute the King of Zhenbei's behavior of looking down on them!
Xiao Yi, as the person who brought up this topic, quietly left when he saw their indignation. Xin'an is one of the largest cities in Nanyong, with a large number of literati. The literary collections in Xin'an and the neighboring Kuaiji account for almost one-third of all the literary collections in Nanyong, and the other one-third is in Jinling. As long as there is an outbreak point, the matter will soon spread throughout Xin'an and then throughout Nanyong.
Xiao Yi felt that the matter was done, so he went home happily and prepared to set off with Ashu and the others. …
On the other side, Gao Xunzhi, Yu Shaoxie and Xiao Rong sat on the ground, staring at the extinguished fire in front of them.
Hearing the figure of 10,000 gold, Gao Xunzhi almost popped his eyes out: "10,000?! Ah Rong, we don't have that much money!"
Xiao Rong used a branch to stir the fire, then rubbed his ears. "I know, but the absence of it now does not mean that there will be no in the future. Once this collection of essays is started, it will not be one or two days, but ten days or half a month. For such a long time, those who come to participate are all from other places. They need food, they need accommodation, and they need to buy pens, ink, paper, and inkstones. Everything costs money, and everything is a business opportunity. Those wealthy families will definitely want to get a piece of the pie. The King of Zhenbei is kind and will certainly not compete with the people for profits. As long as they pay a little sponsorship fee, the collection of essays will be handed over to them."
Yu Shaoxie: "...What if they don't come out?"
Xiao Rong raised his eyebrows: "Then leave it to their mortal enemy. If one person is confused, it is impossible for everyone to be confused. Who would have a problem with money?"
Gao Xunzhi was stunned. "Can this sponsorship fee raise 10,000 gold?"
Xiao Rong pulled back the branch and shook his head decisively: "Definitely not."
Gao Xunzhi: “…………”
So what do you say this is for?
Seeing his worried face, Xiao Rong couldn't help but smile: "This is just one of the ways. If the collection of essays is opened, the market can also be opened. Only when money flows can it be called money, otherwise it is just a pile of dead things hidden. I do this to revitalize the popularity and wealth of Chenliu. The 10,000 gold is just a gimmick. Prime Minister, don't worry, no one will be able to take away the 10,000 gold. They come for the 10,000 gold, but not everyone can get it. If those who can't get it leave, the collection of essays will be in vain. So 10,000 gold is not important. The key is to build Chenliu well and produce things that will make those literati not want to leave after seeing them."
What he said left the other two confused. They were both men of letters, but they couldn't think of anything that would make them not want to leave after seeing it.
Xiao Rong did not explain, but poked the fire with a branch again. When he felt that it was almost done, his eyes lit up and said, "It should be ready to eat."
After digging out the mud ball under the fire and breaking it, the fragrance immediately wafted out. Xiao Rong squinted his eyes and took a bite, and he felt refreshed immediately.
He pointed at it, then looked at the two people next to him and said, "Do you think we can sell this at the market? Is fifteen yuan a piece expensive?"
Yu Shaoxie: “…”
Gao Xunzhi: “…”
It's the Zhenbei Army that has made you suffer. Look how they have pushed the child to the point where he is obsessed with money.
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