Chapter 7 You are insulting scholars

Author: Qianlin

Chapter 7 You are insulting scholars

Changsha Prefecture, government office, and prefect Li Huachun sat upright in the high hall, but his mind was immersed in the Wen Palace.

Looking at the wall of the case, as a literati, he has some research on articles all over the world, so he will naturally pay attention to the latest articles. As a prefect, he can also learn a lot of people's livelihood and even political situations from these articles. Therefore, he has almost developed a habit of browsing the "Collected Works" every day.

Soon, his eyes fell on a hot article.

"The Poetry Ghost Li He: The world is too narrow to accommodate geniuses"

"High tone, unconventional, and sensational!"

Li Huachun felt disgusted at the first glance when he saw the title of the article, but when he saw so many half-saints liked it below, he finally clicked in. Whether it is good or bad, he needed to understand something.

"I'm so brave, I dare to slander the emperor and allude to the court!"

But soon, he became furious.

In his opinion, any setting without talent is simply a cover. The author of this article is obviously using this article to allude to the government.

You see, even the semi-saint Li He died of depression because of this ridiculous law, which is even more harmful to ordinary scholars. The court actually enforces the law. Is there any problem with the court?

The emperor didn't care. Does the emperor have any problems?

It's simply bold!

"Come."

After checking the author's information, Li Huachun became even more angry. The scholar was open and honest. When he was upright, he even used a pseudonym, hiding his head and revealing his tail was not a gentleman's behavior.

Soon, a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and a long sword walked in and stood by.

"Check it out for me, and check who wrote this article. I want to see who is so bold!"

"Here!"

After Jinyi's middle-aged man responded to the promise, he stepped back and returned to the Xuanjingsi. He passed the orders one by one. The entire Xuanjingsi turned like a sophisticated machine.

...

"This pork head meat is made of smoked with medicinal materials such as Poria cocos, Angelica sinensis. Before smoke, take fresh pork head meat and marinate for three or five days, then take it out and hang it in the wind place, hang it for ten days and half a month, let it be air-dried, and then hang it in a smoke cage to smoke it with medicinal materials. It will take more than a month to smoke a pig head!"

The drunken immortal is in the middle, with a mess of cups and plates. Zhang Zehan, who is full of wine and food, looks at the last piece of pork head meat on the plate, and talks endlessly about how to make pork head meat. Lin Qian often thinks that if he uses the energy to eat to study, he might be able to get the top scorer.

"Why do you have to be pork head? Is pork not good?"

Lin Qian asked curiously, the pork head meat from Zuixianju is really delicious. He has never eaten it in both lives. Of course, it is because he was very poor in both lives...

"You don't know this. There are many bones on the pig's head, and there are gaps everywhere. When smoked and roasted in, penetrate from the inside and out, the fragrance of the medicinal materials can penetrate completely, and the pork will not do it."

Zhang Zehan said proudly, then he held up the last piece of pork head meat from the plate and put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The shopkeeper on the side stopped his fingers that fluctuated the abacus and smiled when he heard the two people discussing.

He is naturally proud of his signature being so cherished by others.

The shopkeeper's abacus stopped, but Lin Qian's abacus began to start to play. He looked at Zhang Zehan, changed the topic and said, "There is a popular article recently, "The Poetry Ghost Li He: The World is Too Narrow to End the Genius". Countless great scholars and semi-saints are applauding, and they are urging updates online! Have you read it?"

Zhang Zehan was a little confused, so he told him that he was not? Why did he ask me instead?

"Of course I saw it!"

But he nodded.

"I'm afraid all literati in the world can see such articles!"

When Lin Qian blows himself, he doesn't blush at all.

"Of course!" Zhang Zehan is a qualified supporting actor.

"If I could make my store's name appear in such an article, wouldn't all literati in the world know the name of my store?"

The picture was revealed. Lin Qian captured the traces and looked at the shopkeeper next to him. After finding that the shopkeeper was looking at this side with a shocked face, he was overjoyed.

"No, scholars have their own character. If they don't have friendship, how can they write your store name on it?"

Zhang Zehan rolled his eyes and thought Lin Qian was a little whimsical.

Lin Qian shook his head, "You don't understand this. Do you know about the "Gived to Wang Lun" by the poet Taibai? 'The water in Taohuatan is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me', who is Wang Lun? What kind of friendship does he have with the poet? But I just invited you to have a meal!"

"Do you know "The Eight Immortals in Drinking"? "Jiao Sui's five-double-faced squad, and his eloquence and eloquence shocked the four banquets." Do you know who Jiao Sui is?"

"The ancients said that money can make the devil push the mill, and nothing can be done."

"But the author of that article uses a pseudonym. If you want to make friends, you have no place to use money!"

After Lin Qian said this, Zhang Zehan was shocked and felt that something was right.

"There are private messages in Wengong!"

"Even if there is a private message, will he come if you invite him?"

Zhang Zehan felt that Lin Qian was eating pork head meat today, and his thinking was no longer clear. Wang Lun was able to make friends with the poet because the poet went to Wang Lun's territory, and there were wine and peach blossoms. Should he invite the other party to Changsha to see the maple leaves of Orange Island, and then go to Zuixianju to eat pork head meat and drink wine?

"You can give money directly!"

When Lin Qian knew that Wengong could transfer money, this thought had already appeared in his mind.

Daqian has an official money house, and there is a semi-saint mark on the silver notes, which outsiders cannot forge. It is precisely this semi-saint mark that allows the silver notes to circulate in the Wen Palace.

"You are insulting scholars!"

Zhang Zehan became a little excited, "How can a real scholar bribe it with money?"

"How can I know if I don't try it? Anyway, I won't lose money if I try it!"

"And the author of this article is different. This is a novel author. Maybe he is not as noble as other literati. Maybe he can give it a try!"

It seemed that he was telling Zhang Zehan, but in fact he was talking to the shopkeeper Zuixianju who eavesdropped on the side. If this was also considered an insult, Lin Qian felt that he could insult him more, otherwise the money would be uneasy.

Hearing the conversation between Lin Qian and the other two, the shopkeeper began to think a lot. If the name "Zuixianju" could appear on the "Sea of ​​Books" rankings, then when the literati from all over the world came to Changsha, wouldn't they have their own Zuixianju?

By then, this small place will not be enough, and I have to pack up the shops next to me... No, no, I can open a branch at Orange Island, so that customers can drink and enjoy the scenery while enjoying the scenery.

No, not only Changsha City, but also Zuixianju can be opened to Changsha Prefecture, to the eastern capital Luojing, and to Chang'an...

"Pooh!"

"I don't allow you to insult my idol!"

Zhang Zehan stood up excitedly and turned around and walked out of the store.

“???”

When did I become your idol? Why didn’t I know?

Lin Qian was very innocent. He didn't expect Zhang Zehan to react so much, but his goal was achieved, so there was no need to say anything more, and he got up and chased after him.

“Eh?”

"A guest official, a total of one, two or three cents of silver."

As soon as he got up, Lin Qian was stopped by the shopkeeper. Even though he was still immersed in his dream, his professional instinct still made him wake up immediately. It has to be said that the magic of money is infinite.

"Does the person ahead know?"

"Zhang Family in the west of the city, Zhang Zehan, and Mr. Zhang!"

"Just remember it in his name!"

After saying that, Lin Qian turned around and quickly slipped out of Zuixianju. Not to mention a tael of silver, he couldn't even take out a copper plate on his body, otherwise he wouldn't have come here to have this meal today.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!