I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Fifty people? Three hundred taels per month?"

After some introductions, Chen Luo learned that the other party was the head of the Zhongjing Academy, and immediately put forward the idea of ​​owning directly.

It's a pity that Chen Luo didn't learn the cruelty of capitalists, and still offered a monthly salary of 300 taels, which is 15,000 taels a month.

No way, things always have to take the first step.

Wei Yan's wink almost went up to the sky. The chiefs of the school obviously came here for a request, so how could they still benefit them? It's a pity that Chen Luo didn't see it at all.

Just as he was about to transmit the sound, he was cut off by a righteous energy. He turned his head, and it was the head of the female courtyard who squinted at him.

"Wan Anbo wants to start a new newspaper and serialize stories?" Kong Tianfang squeezed his short beard and asked, "Is it all strange articles like "Du Shiniang"?"

"You guys also know "Du Shiniang"?" Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Nanyuanxi's publicity effect to be good, then shook his head, ""Du Shiniang" is just a short story, and what I want to serialize is a full-length novel. The one with ten thousand words!"

"A million words? Are they all Yawen?"

"Of course, otherwise, why do you need fifty Confucian scholars who 'write a thousand words'?"

The heads of the hospital looked at each other. They still remember what Kong Tianfang said before——

"After writing about Zhong Kui and about Du Shiniang, who knows what else he can write about next?"

"That's the real treasure chest!"

Well, it didn't take a few hours for these words to be fulfilled.

Kong Tianfang squeezed Own's beard again, and shook his head slightly: "Wan Anbo, this is wrong!"

Chen Luo sneered: "Then... five hundred taels? If there is more, there is no point in our cooperation!"

Kong Tianfang waved his hand: "What the old man means is, how can I ask you to give me money? It is the luck of the students and the honor of my academy to be able to copy the masterpiece in the first time. Don't you think so?"

The heads of the House of Representatives nodded one after another.

"Exactly, how can we collect money from Wan Amber?"

"It's vulgar to mention money in the poems of scholars!"

"Anyway, it's copying. Students usually have to practice copying, and it doesn't take much effort!"

Chen Luo looked puzzled and glanced at Wei Yan, who nodded slightly.

"But...you can't let the students be busy for nothing, right?" Chen Luo still asked, he didn't want to lose his reputation among Confucian scholars.

"No!" Kong Tianfang said with a smile, "The academy has its own credit system. I will pay the students points instead, please rest assured Wan Anbo!"

"But!" Kong Tianfang suddenly raised his tone, "There is one thing that I think is wrong!"

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch. The academy refused to ask for money, so it must be something of higher value.

Chen Luo sighed in his heart and asked, "What is the request of the head of the Confucius Institute?"

"10,000 copies, too little! How can this be enough for our eight academies?" Kong Tianfang said with a righteous expression on his face.

Chen Luo: (#?Д?)

"That's right!" The head of the women's academy nodded, "My Red Sleeve Academy takes calligraphy as the foundation of the academy, and there are no fewer than four hundred female Confucian students who have entered the realm of 'three points into wood' calligraphy. The mere fifty places are not enough for my family. down."

"The first words of Feimei Academy are justified. Although I, Mohai Academy, is not admitted to the eight major academies, I am quite accomplished in calligraphy. The number of suitable Confucian scholars is no less than 500, just 50 people, too few."

"Exactly!"

"Wan Amber, think again!"

"Seconded!"

"The old man also seconded!"

Chen Luo's face twitched slightly, and he tentatively asked, "How about 20,000 copies?"

"Forty thousand!" Kong Tianfang waved his hand, "Wan Anbo doesn't have to worry about personnel matters, just send the article. I'll arrange it right away! This is just the beginning. If one day, Wan Anbo's new newspaper can be comparable "Wenbao", I can eat it too!"

"However, I only have one request, and that is this matter. Only submit it to my eight academies. Wan Amber will not find anyone else!"

Chen Luo nodded in a daze, this is the most troublesome thing to solve?

At this time, Kong Tianfang suddenly changed his mind and smiled: "Wan Anbo, I would like to ask, is there any clue to the story that was serialized in the first article of the New Paper?"

When the head of the House of Representatives and Wei Yan heard Kong Tianfang's question, they immediately pricked up their ears and looked at Chen Luo.

Chen Luo nodded naturally, Xiao Ji almost knew "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" by heart!

"Do you have a sample?" Kong Tianfang asked excitedly when Chen Luo nodded.

"Yes..." Chen Luo continued to nod, and then shouted, "Xiao Ji!"

Hearing this, Ji Zhong walked in from the outside and bowed to the heads of the various Confucian schools.

"Give me the manuscript!" Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and Ji Zhong immediately took out a stack of papers from his pocket and handed it to Chen Luo. This is the first episode of "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" specially written by Chen Luo before going out, and the manuscript written before is still in the Chen Mansion in Wan'an County.

Chen Luo took the manuscript and handed it to Kong Tianfang: "The head of the Confucius Institute, please be upright!"

"Don't dare dare!" Kong Tianfang reached out to take the manuscript, glanced at it, and his eyes pierced in. Seeing that Kong Tianfang had a different expression, the leaders of the House of Representatives surrounded him one after another...

...

"Prime Minister, we have found out what happened in the morning."

In the main hall, Zhou Zuofeng, the political minister of Daxuan, was checking the news from newspapers from all over the country. Hearing the report from the person who came, he slowly closed the memorial in his hand, leaned back on the chair, and closed his eyes slightly.

"speak!"

"Yes!" The official who reported said hastily: "In the morning, Mr. Wen from Beifeng Tower woke up and said that Mr. Nan Yuanxi said a strange article called "Du Shiniang Sinks the Treasure Box in Anger". Master Wang Qifeng and all the disciples are present."

"After finishing this article, there was a student breakthrough on the spot. Wang Qifeng immediately brought Nanyuan Xi back to Zheliu Academy. Zheliu Academy summoned all the Confucian students to be promoted to the Confucianism forum. Please Nanyuanxin say it again."

"After Nanyuanxi finished speaking, the literary rhyme of Shengwen Square was aroused. All the students of Zheliu Academy broke through one after another, and Yang Ziting, the master of Enlightenment Realm, entered the Enlightenment Realm."

"Just because there are too many people advancing at the same time, the area around Zheliu Academy is full of righteousness."

Zhou Zuofeng nodded lightly: "Who is this Nanyuanxi? He wrote the strange article?"

"Returning to the Prime Minister, Nan Yuanxi is just speaking for this article. The author of this article is..." Speaking of this, the other party showed hesitation on his face. After all, he had heard about the incident that caused the court. Although it was the Ministry of Rites who attacked, the Ministry of Rites was a subordinate of the main hall.

"Say!"

"Yes, the newly promoted Wan Amber, Chen Luo!"

Zhou Zuofeng opened his eyes slightly: "Chen Luo? The pioneer of the fourth road to the sky, it really hits the wind and rain!"

"By the way, Prime Minister, there is another news from the students. Is it accurate?"

"Tell me."

"I heard that Chen Luo wants to launch a new newspaper. The new newspaper is not a street newspaper, but has elegant articles."

When Zhou Zuofeng heard this, his face became serious: "Go and find out!"

"Yes!" The other party responded quickly, turned and left.

Zhou Zuofeng was looking at a table of memorials at this moment, and he had no interest in opening them. He turned his head to look at the map of the world hanging on the side wall of the main hall.

On the top of the map, there are millions of miles of wild plains, and there are countless hundreds of thousands of mountains below. To the west, beyond the vast desert, is a western buddhist land that has not yet explored the border, while to the east is a stardust sea full of islands.

As for Daxuan, in the middle of the map, the thirteen prefectures are separated on it, occupying the largest position on the map.

"The fourth road to heaven, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!"