The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

After changing into more comfortable clothes, Chen Heng came to Master Pei's residence with a solemn look on his face and raised his hand to knock on the door.

who?

The mountain chief's cold voice came from inside.

This damn baritone, Chen Heng coughed, Captain, it's me, student Chen Heng, here to apologize.

After waiting, a voice that was a bit colder than before came, Come in.

Hey. Chen Heng responded softly, carefully opened the door, and then closed it pitifully. He walked quickly to Pei Huaizhen and bowed his body respectfully.

Pei Huaizhen was a man of few words. He was wearing a black long-sleeved robe today. When he saw Chen Heng standing, he did not say a word. He slowly turned over the book and read, letting the other person dry the incense for a long time.

When Chen Heng's feet and back hurt, he said calmly: Do you know you are wrong?

I know. Chen Heng quickly expressed his sincere repentance.

What's wrong?

Chen Heng pretended to think for a moment, and then said what he had already thought of, You shouldn't leave without saying goodbye, and you shouldn't be arrogant. If you can inform the mountain chief in advance, maybe there will be a better solution.

Then why didn't you think of it at the time? Pei Huaizhen opened another page of the book.

I'm so loyal that I don't think too much about it. Chen Heng said frankly that he should admit his mistakes when he made them. He firmly believes that the principle of leniency for honesty can be applied everywhere.

Okay, go to Mei Xuezheng's place to get twenty jiechi, and copy The Great Learning thirty times to me. You and Su Zhao will be together. In the next month, you two will deal with the weeds in the courtyard.

Chen Heng agreed one by one and continued to wait for Pei Huaizhen to speak.

Still not leaving? Do you think the punishment is not enough?

Huh? Chen Heng was stunned, Will the mountain chief not give you a few more words?

Pei Huaizhen raised his eyes from the book and smiled helplessly, You can change it after my teacher said it? You can't change your youthful spirit until you are old enough. You might as well let it go. Guidance If it was useful, there wouldn't be so many elm heads, get out of here, get out of here.

Seeing Pei Huaizhen wave his hand sincerely, Chen Heng quickly turned around and retreated.

When he left the chief's room, he couldn't tell whether the punishment was light or serious. But thinking about Pei Huaizhen's words, I felt that the other party's perspective on things was somewhat unique.

But it's always a good thing to escape from the mountain chief like this. Chen Heng happily ran to Mei Xuezheng's room, but he was not so polite. He picked up a ruler and beat Chen Heng thirty times, and the other ten were inflicted by Mei Xuezheng himself.

Chen Heng gritted his teeth and held on, and rushed to the courtyard with his red and swollen left hand. He happened to see Xin Suzhao hiding in the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness like a normal person.

Brother Xin. Chen Heng came to him and said hello.

Hey, what's wrong with your hand? Xin Suzhao raised his eyebrows, his face full of displeasure.

Chen Heng was worried that he was going to be stubborn, so he quickly explained to him, It was the mountain chief who punished him, so don't think too much about it.

We share blessings and share hardships. We went to Suzhou together, and we were punished together. Why should we punish you alone? This old man, does he look down on me, Xin, in white robes??? Brother Heng, you are here Wait for me here. I’ll be back as soon as I go.”

Before Chen Heng could say anything, Xin Suzhao had already tied his robe around his waist and angrily went to look for Pei Huaizhen's residence.

Looking at his back as he ran out, Chen Heng was speechless. How could there be such a fool in the world?

Now that Xin Suzhao had run out, Chen Heng couldn't stay still. He quickly dealt with the weeds on the ground before the other party came back.

After a long time, Xin Suzhao came back holding his red left hand and said proudly, Brother Heng, look.

As expected of the white-robed warrior Xin Suzhao. Chen Heng said what the other party liked to hear, and raised his red and swollen thumb.

Hmph, it's easy. Xin Suzhao was very disdainful and leaned over to work beside Chen Heng.

The two of them were so busy that when class was about to start in the afternoon, they walked into the classroom sweating profusely. The classmates in the school were all very curious about the time when the two were away.

Now, Chen Heng knew why Xin Suzhao fell in love with his second uncle. Both of them had a tendency to talk nonsense. Xin Suzhao sat in his seat, put the teapot on the table, spittle flew everywhere, and he talked in a confused manner.

Most of the classmates in the academy were from around Yangzhou. They had never heard of such a wonderful experience at such a young age, and they all surrounded Xin Suzhao as if they were listening to a storytelling.

Chen Heng left the limelight to him alone, while he was thinking about more important things in the corner. Seeing that his expression was different, Xue Biao stepped forward and asked, What's wrong?

Chen Heng saw that it was a rich man from his family who had come, and said quickly, I'm thinking of ways to make money. He spent a full seven taels of silver on this trip, and his small treasury, which was originally relatively wealthy, was reduced to nothing in the blink of an eye. There are only ten taels left.

What did I think it was? Xue Biao said casually. It seemed that he wanted to help Chen Heng think about it. But after thinking for a long time, he suddenly said in frustration, Brother Heng, I don't seem to have been worried about money. I can’t think of a better way.”

You guys are here to show off your wealth, right? Chen Heng's face turned green with anger, and he said coldly: Why don't you stop talking, it's hurtful.

Xue Biao laughed, and he cupped his hands to apologize. I also started to think sincerely, We don't have the capital to do business, and we don't know how to make money.

Chen Heng couldn't help but nod his head when he heard it, right? Even if he knew there was a way to make money, people of his age would not dare to take it. Don't look back and be careless. If you don't make any money, you will be thrown into the river.

Xue Biao's eyes suddenly lit up and he suddenly realized, Brother Heng, do you want to try writing a storybook?

Storybook? Isn't this the novel he read in his previous life? Chen Heng blinked, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, How did you come up with this solution?

I think your writing is sharp and your words are humorous. I think you are also a good writer.

Is there anyone willing to write at my age? Chen Heng was a little skeptical. He had never thought of this before.

You are a seven-year-old case manager, and there was a three-year-old Jinshi in the Song Dynasty. What's the point of writing a storybook? Xue Biao waved his hand and introduced the details of this industry to Chen Heng, Generally speaking, libraries will collect Yes, it’s just that he will take the script he received and discuss it with the owner of the printing shop to decide whether to make a first edition. Whether the decision will be successful or not depends mainly on the outcome of the discussion between the two.

Xue Biao had something to hide. The Xue family had a printing shop in Yangzhou City.

Of course, if the owner of the library is particularly optimistic and is willing to contribute his own money to help publish the book, others will be speechless.

Can it still be like this???

Chen Heng seemed to be opening up a new world, and he was so excited when he heard it.

Sure enough, no matter where you go, those who are poor at school will embark on the path of writing books.

This afternoon, after Chen Heng finished weeding in the courtyard, he packed up his things and went straight to the library. The person watching the hall in the library is still Brother Hu Yuan.

The other party was very enthusiastic when he saw Chen Heng, because the books Chen Heng copied were correct and beautiful, and they sold very well. The two had a conversation, and Chen Heng took the opportunity to talk about the script.

Who knew that Hu Yuan was not surprised and just said to him: It turns out that you just remembered this matter. Someone from your academy has applied for three or four of my books.

Hehe, everyone thinks about the same thing about relationships. Chen Heng shook his head, What do you want from Brother Hu?

I can't say whether this kind of thing is good or bad. Hu Yuan seemed to be incarnate as some unscrupulous dealer, opening his mouth in a deceptive tone, If it is well written, no matter what the subject type is, we will accept it.

Hearing his tone, Chen Heng couldn't help but wonder, Are there many people like us in the academy?

Hu Yuan patiently explained to him, It is not easy for scholars in this world. You see, if our library really wants to print books, the Three Character Classic cannot be printed. The way to leave notes and copy books is also for the scholars of the world. A way to make ends meet.”

The storybook is similar. No matter whether it is good or bad, we will put it away, and then invite the storytelling masters in the teahouse to come over and let them read them one by one. They talk to people all year round about the good and bad aspects of the storybook. They can tell at a glance. Usually if they think it's easy to talk about, we will contact the person immediately.

When it is printed, let them take it to the teahouse for lectures. In a few days, people who like this storybook will slowly come to the library to buy books.

It turned out to be such a model. Chen Heng was shocked after hearing this. Isn't this the one-stop production and sales in ancient times? The library is in the middle, which can be regarded as connecting the upstream and downstream.

Chen Heng couldn't help but admire him and said, Thank you, Brother Hu, for your advice.

What kind of storybook does Brother Chen want to write? Hu Yuan was very interested in him. How could he, a bookstore owner, not know the name of the person who came first in this year's government examination? Writing storybooks has nothing to do with age, but everything to do with the pen.

Chen Heng thought for a while and asked: Brother Hu, what story books are selling well here?

Brother Chen, come and see. Hu Yuan led him into the bookshelf on the outermost side of the hall, took out a copy of The Romance of the East Chamber, pointed at it and said, This imitation of Romance of the West Chamber is the best-selling one recently. Okay. But the person who wrote this book is still young, and he is also from your academy.

At the end, Hu Yuan smiled mysteriously.

Chen Heng looked at the signature. This person was also interesting. He called himself: Sha Ou Weng. He turned his head and thought about it carefully. For a moment, he could not imagine who in the academy would write this book.

There is also this book. This book is not bad. There are many people listening to it in teahouses and tea shops. Hu Yuan took out another book and stuffed it into Chen Heng's arms.

Chen Heng took one look and immediately widened his eyes. The name of this book really exudes a tyrannical and cool energy, it is actually called Hero's Blood and Iron Heart.

I thought that the ancient storybooks all had names like Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses or the Four Great Classics. Why is the title of this book so offensive?

Chen Heng told Hu Yuan his doubts, but he laughed loudly, Brother Chen, those books you mentioned have been handed down for many years. There are so many people writing books in the world, there can't be just a few.

The majority of scholars make some money by writing books and continue to take the imperial examinations. Once they are admitted to the Juren or Jinshi, who has time to write scripts, they will have been thrown aside long ago. Hu Yuan shook his head, That is Tongsheng and a few talented people are willing to do it.

But most of them are Tong Sheng. As you know, ordinary scholars can already go out to teach. On the contrary, Tong Sheng's life is the most difficult.

Chen Heng also nodded after hearing this. After Dayong Dynasty reduced the difficulty of the Tongsheng examination, it gave many people the opportunity to pass the Tongsheng examination.

It can be regarded as completing basic literacy education in disguise. Chen Heng scratched his head, already knowing something in his mind. Just as he was about to return the two storybooks to Hu Yuan, the other party smiled and waved his hand, If you want to write storybooks, you might as well take them back and read them carefully. The storybooks in our library are still based on those told in the teahouse. many.

Hu Yuan quietly explained his audience clearly. Chen Heng nodded to indicate that he understood and did not refuse. Then I will take it and return it to you after I finish reading it, Brother Hu.

Okay. Hu Yuan nodded, looking forward to what kind of work the other party would write.

I would like to ask if any book friends who have more time and are more rigorous can help me correct typos in my future writing. I think there are too many typos and the reading experience is always not good. It's just that the coding process is too fast and I can't stop looking for them one by one.

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