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

Mr. Yuanjing's apprentice, what a lofty identity, but this guy ran to write a market script.

Just write it, but this guy still likes to hang people's appetites, squeezing a little bit every day, chasing people to scratch their hearts and lungs.

I can't wait to lock Wei Ci up in a small black room, give him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urge him to write a table full of bamboo slips every day.

If you don't fill it, you won't be able to eat.

"After all, it was for the people, and it was so jerky that they couldn't understand it. Rather than this, it is better to use the big vernacular. It is impossible for the people to be interested in what they do not understand. Since it is written for them, it is natural to cater to their habits. It's barely an elegant and vulgar appreciation, right...... If the people can understand and listen, this is a success. ”

In the eyes of outsiders, Wei Ci's move is not a proper business.

In fact, the family is also one of the hundred schools of thought, but it is only criticized and looked down upon.

There is a saying in ancient books: The flow of the family is covered by the barnyard officials, the street talk, and the hearsay is also made.

Translated as a home, it is a record of the people's street conversations, and it is reported to the superiors, which is regarded as not entering the stream.

Wei Ci in his previous life was also prejudiced against this, but His Majesty vigorously promoted the family, and also supported several celebrities for this purpose.

His Majesty's move aroused opposition and criticism from the speaker, but she ignored it, but wrote a few books herself, slapping the speaker's face with facts.

Wei Ci pondered carefully, and only then did he discover her deep meaning.

Home may not be in the stream.

Now that the atmosphere is quite open-minded, some things can be done early, and some resistance can be saved in the future.

So Wei Ci used the pen name of "Carrying the Layman" and wrote several short and medium-sized stories.

The plot has a plot, the content has content, the plot is ups and downs, endless, and out of context so that others want to strangle him.

Now it's not Jiang Chao, the script is still very scarce, the number is small, the content is difficult, and ordinary people can't understand it at all.

After Wei Ci considered the content of the script and the three views, he started work diligently.

The first is Zhiwei, the female ghost was wronged before her death, and was pitied by the gods, and she returned to the sun for three days to avenge herself, and the protagonist is a woman.

The second article is a favorite talented and beautiful woman, a talented woman plays soy sauce, a beautiful woman is an all-round strong man, and the protagonist is still a woman.

The third article is an inspirational anti-Japanese war based on the previous dynasty Xu Gong, which is mixed with the character of the lord, and the protagonist is still a woman.

Then, the people unanimously decided that "Zai Chi Jushi" must be a cute girl.

Wei Ci: "......"

What's not quite right?

In short, under the impetus of Wei Ci, a semi-official profession emerged in Maruzhou - Mr. Storyteller.

Why is it a semi-official profession?

Because only when the storyteller has the permission of the state government and stamps the seal of the state government, can the storyteller be qualified to tell stories in the wine shop and tea shop in the territory of Maruzhou, and he can not only get the rewards from the people every day, but also get a fixed salary from the state government.

As for those storytellers who don't have a seal, although they can also find a stall to make a living, the content of the storytelling can't involve Wei Ci, and as for those who have incorrect views, instigate the people, and fool the world, they are not allowed to do so, and once they are caught, they will be fined.

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

At first, many storytellers were not happy, but Wei Ci's anonymous writing was very popular with the people, not only the old men loved to listen to it, but even those women who had nothing to do to make sweaters also liked it, and ordinary storytellers were not qualified to say this in the territory of Maruzhou.

In order to make a living, Mr. Storyteller simply took the clear road of the state capital.

Not to mention, the state government's policy is still very useful.

Not only does it provide the storyteller with the latest and hottest scripts, but it also provides a fixed salary.

Mr. Storyteller no longer has to worry about how the family will eat if he doesn't receive a reward one day.

However, Wei Ci is a person after all, and writing is limited to hobbies outside of work, so it doesn't take too much effort.

After thinking about it, he found Cheng Cheng.

"Home?" Cheng Cheng wrinkled his eyebrows, "What are you looking for to write home?"

Wei Ci's literary talent is not low, Cheng Cheng really can't figure out what he is doing with this.

As a last resort, Wei Ci could only say his plan again.

Since Cheng Cheng came to Maruzhou, he has been tossing movable type printing and engraving printing, and he has to sort out books that need to be printed in large quantities, and his work is very busy. To put it mildly, Cheng Cheng can be regarded as an older otaku, he is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains and grains, and he does not understand the deep meaning behind Wei Ci's move. Helpless, Wei Ci could only break this plan and explain it carefully to Cheng Cheng, hoping to get the support of the other party.

As Wei Ci expected, Cheng Cheng did not agree at first, and was even quite annoyed.

In Cheng Cheng's view, writing books is a very serious matter, educating the world and inheriting it for thousands of years, where can it be used for laughter and entertainment?

As for home, Cheng Cheng also thinks that it is a cheap industry that does not enter the stream.

The paper produced is not used to record the history of civilization, but is used to toss these, and Cheng Cheng was so angry with Wei Ci that his beard was about to fly.

Cheng Cheng scolded Wei Ci severely, and when his anger subsided, Wei Ci explained carefully, and Cheng Cheng's attitude slowly softened.

"Is this really as important as you say?"

Cheng Cheng's heart was slightly shaken.

Wei Ci sighed and said, "Mr. Cheng, do you think ordinary people can understand the way of Confucius and Mencius? Even if the storyteller is asked to read it all day long, the people will not understand it." If you don't understand, you won't be interested. Only those that truly fit their current situation can be accepted by them. In Ci's view, it is not a blasphemy to promote vernacular scripts to ordinary people...... Please also ask Mr. Cheng to think carefully......"

Cheng Cheng was intellectually biased towards Wei Ci's rhetoric, but he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart.

As a last resort, Wei Ci could only take Cheng Cheng to a tea shop, where the story happened to be told, and the people below listened to it fascinated.

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

Wei Ci said, "Mr. Cheng told them the way of Confucius and Mencius, almost no one knew, but if they asked the people about the content of the script, even if they only listened to it once, they could still count the treasures and speak in an orderly manner." You can think that Ci is too deviant, but Ci still has to say that Mr. Cheng wants to pass on the books and spiritual treasures in his family to future generations, but if the people can't read them, they can only benefit a few people after all, and not all future generations. It's true that the family is not in the stream, but at this time and that time, why doesn't Mr. Cheng watch from the wall and wait for a while?"

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

"That's it, just find a few for you. ”

Cheng Cheng's face was hurried and he agreed to Wei Ci.

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

The state government got the news that their lord was already on the border with Marushu and would be able to return in half a month.

Along with this news, the great victory of Jiamen Pass and the capture of Fu Wang also reached Wei Ci's ears.

"Fu Wang?"

Wei Ci lifted the pen for a moment, and the ink dripped down, blurring the black dots.

How can it be?