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Chapter 805 Chapter 805: Maruzhou, Go Home (3)

Zhang Ping sat next to Wei Citan and muttered, "I can't figure it out, why do you like this paragraph so much?"

Mr. Yuan Jing's high apprentice, what a tall identity, this guy ran to write the market script.

Write as you write, but this guy also likes to hang people's appetite and squeeze a little bit every day to catch people's heart and lungs.

Anxious to shut Wei Ci to the small black house, give him pen and ink, and urge him to write a bamboo slip on a table every day.

Do n’t fill up and do n’t eat.

"After all, it was told to the people. They were too jerky and they couldn't understand it. Rather than speak it in vernacular. The music is so high and the peace is so low, people cannot be interested in what they don't understand. Since it was written to them, they naturally have to cater to their habits. It is barely regarded as a reward for the taste of the common people ... If the people can understand and listen to it, they will naturally be interested. This is considered successful. "

To outsiders, Wei Ci's move is unscrupulous.

Although the novelist is also one of the hundred scholars, he has always been criticized and blindfolded.

There is a saying in the ancient books: the novelist flowed from eunuchs, talked in the streets, and made by hearers.

In terms of translation, the novelist is to record the street conversation of the people and report it to their superiors, which is regarded as inaccessible.

Wei Ci of the previous life was also prejudiced against this, but His Majesty vigorously promoted the novelist, and to this end he also supported several famous novelists.

Her Majesty's move provoked opposition and criticism from the officials, but she ignored it and instead wrote a few books in person, using the facts to face the officials.

Wei Ci pondered carefully, only to find her deep meaning.

Novelists are not necessarily inaccessible.

Nowadays, the atmosphere is fairly enlightened. Some things can be done earlier, and some resistance can be saved in the future.

So Wei Ci wrote a few short and medium-length novels under the pseudonym "Zai Chi Ju Shi".

The plot must have a plot, the content must have a content, the plot is ups and downs, endless, and the chapters are broken so that others want to strangle him.

Nowadays, it is not Jiang Chao. The novel is still scarce, with a small number and difficult content, and ordinary people do not understand it at all.

After Wei Ci carefully considered the content of the textbook and the three views, he began to work diligently.

The first is a novel about blame. The female ghost was wronged during her lifetime, and was impressed by the gods. She avenged herself for three days, and the protagonist was a woman.

The second is about the talented and beautiful women who love to see, the talents play soy sauce, the beautiful women are all-powerful, and the protagonists are still women.

The third is an inspirational anti-Japanese novel based on the former Xu Gong. The main character is mixed with the main character, and the main character is still female.

Then, the people unanimously determined that "Zai Chi Ju Shi" must be a cute girl.

Wei Ci: "..."

What's wrong?

In short, under the impetus of Wei Ci, a semi-official occupation emerged in Marushu-Mr. Shushu.

Why is it a semi-official occupation?

Because Mr. Storyteller only got the answer from the prefecture, and stamped the prefecture ’s chapter, Mr. Storyteller is qualified to tell a story at a wine shop and tea shop in the border of Marushu. Fixed wages issued.

As for those storytellers who have not been stamped, although they can also find a stand to make a living, the content of the storytelling cannot involve Wei Ci's novels. As for those who have misconceptions, encourage people, and fool the world, it is even more permissible. To be fine.

Since Wei Ci wants to use "entertainment to control public opinion", naturally he must try to regulate the industry.

At first, many storytellers were still unwilling, but Wei Ci's anonymous novels were very popular with the common people. Not only did the old men love to listen, but even those women who had nothing to do with sweaters, like ordinary storytellers. These novels are spoken in Maruju.

In order to live, Mr. Storyteller simply took the clear road of the state capital.

Not to mention, this state policy is very useful.

Not only does Mr. Shushu provide the latest and hottest textbooks, but also provides fixed wages.

Mr. Storytelling no longer has to worry about not receiving rewards one day, how should the family eat.

However, Wei Ci is a person after all, and writing novels is also limited to hobbies other than work, and does not consume too much energy.

After thinking about it, he found Cheng Cheng.

"Novelist?" Cheng Yan frowned. "What are you looking for?"

Wei Ci Wencai is not low, Cheng Ye really can't figure out what he toss about this.

As a last resort, Wei Ci could only say his intention once.

Since Cheng Yi came to Maru, he has been tossing movable type printing and engraving printing. He also has to arrange a large number of books to be printed urgently. His work is very busy. Speaking a bit ugly, Cheng Ye is considered an older otaku, who is indifferent to the four bodies and the grain, not to mention the deep meaning behind Wei Ci's move. Helpless, Wei Ci can only shatter this plan, explain carefully to Cheng Yi, hoping to get the support of the other party.

Unsurprisingly, Wei Wei was initially disapproved and even quite annoyed.

From Cheng Yi's point of view, writing a book is a very serious matter. Educate the world and inherit it for thousands of years.

As for the novelist, Cheng Ye also thought that it was indecent work.

The paper produced was not used to record the history of civilization, but was used to toss it. Cheng Wei was so bearded by Wei that he was about to fly.

He scolded Wei Ci fiercely, and when his anger disappeared, Wei Ci explained it carefully, and Cheng's attitude slowly softened.

"This matter, do you really mean so much?"

Cheng Yi's heart was slightly shaken.

Wei Ci sighed, "Mr. Cheng, do you think ordinary people understand the way of Confucius and Mencius? Even if Mr. Storyteller reads all day and all day, the people will not understand. If they do n’t understand, they will not be interested. Only genuine stickers Only those who fit their current situation can be accepted by them. In Ci's view, it is not profanity to promote the vernacular text to ordinary people ... Mr. Cheng is also asked to think carefully ... "

Cheng Yi is intellectually biased toward Wei Ci's speech, but he still feels a little uncomfortable.

As a last resort, Wei Ci could only take Cheng Ye to a tea shop. There was a story over there, and the people underneath heard it.

Cheng Ye looked at it and was silent for a while.

Wei Ci said, "Mr. Cheng told them about Confucius and Mencius, and almost no one knows. You can ask the people about the content of the script. Even if they only listen to it once, they can be like many treasures. One thing to say—Mr. Cheng wants to pass on the books and spiritual treasures in his family to future generations, but if the people do n’t understand, he can only benefit a few people and not all the descendants. The novelist does not enter the society, but at this time, Why don't Mr. Cheng make a side-view and wait for a while? "

Cheng Ye felt a flash of light in his head, so fast that he couldn't catch it.

"No more, just find a few for you."

Cheng Ye looked hurried and promised Wei Ci.

By the time everything was on track, time had slipped into early summer.

The prefecture was informed that their protagonist was already at the Marushu border and would be back in half a month.

Along with this news, Jiamen Guan Dajie and Fu Wang were captured and also passed into Wei Ci's ears.

"Fuwang?"

Wei Ci lifted his pen, the ink dripped, and the black dots fainted.

How can it be?

(End of this chapter)