The drizzle has nothing to do and knocks on the window.

On the second floor of the small building in the backyard of the Fu family, Chunxiu was grinding ink, and Fu Xiaoguan did not mention the pen.

He has arranged all the preparations for Yu Fu Ji these days, and everything is basically running in his plan, and those advertisements have naturally had a great impact - after all, no one has promoted it like him in this era.

Of course, novelties are more eye-catching, and there are two topics that many people in Linjiang City are talking about now.

One of them is Yu Fu Ji, which is known as a wine that can be compared with Tian Xiang and has the title of the contemporary Confucian Qin Lao.

The second is the person of Fu Fu Fu Xiaoguan.

The two poems made by Fu Xiaoguan on the fifth day of the fifth month of May were sung by Fan Duoer, the flower of Yihong Building, and then fueled by the three remaining talents in Linjiang, these two words have become a topic that the ladies of large families discuss every day in the boudoir, and they have also become classics that are often recited by Linjiang students as a comparison, and Fu Xiaoguan's name as the fourth genius in Jiangnan has become loud in Linjiang.

Fu Xiaoguan!

That cancer in Linjiang City, a gentleman who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, he was able to make such amazing two poems!

He was able to become the fourth genius in Linjiang!

Obviously, in the hearts of Linjiang people, this is absolutely impossible.

People were talking, basically a few hehe, thinking that it was just a joke, it is estimated that Fu Fu invited someone to make two poems in order to wash away some of his copper odor, and some operations made Fu Xiaoguan famous.

After hearing this, Fu Xiaoguan also said twice and didn't care.

Most of the time, people want others to be good, but there is one thing, they can't be better than themselves.

If you are better than yourself, then there must be some kind of conspiracy behind it, and then it will become hostile, and you will increase your precautions, and you will feel that the good of others must be fake.

Therefore, Fu Xiaoguan's name is certainly not true.

This point has been firmly established in the hearts of Linjiang students.

Banshan Academy decided to hold a poetry meeting and invited the fourth genius of Linjiang to participate, but Fu Xiaoguan did not go.

Liu Jingxing invited two other talents and several famous students in Linjiang to gather in Yihong Mansion, Liu Jingxing personally came to Fu Mansion to invite Fu Xiaoguan to participate, but he still did not go.

Why didn't he go?

Of course I don't dare!

In this way, it confirms the fact that Fu Xiaoguan has no ink in his chest and plagiarizes other people's poems.

Such a shameless person, he actually said that Yu Fuji's heavenly alcohol wine can be compared with Tianxiang, and actually said that the great Confucian Qin Lao personally wrote the inscription - I don't know what dirty means he used to deceive Qin Lao, and when the time comes, he must buy a little heavenly alcohol, and completely expose Fu Xiaoguan's villain face at the poetry meeting of Linjiang Academy!

Fu Xiaoguan looked at the drizzle outside the window, and a smile appeared on his delicate face.

Elder brother...... Of course it's copied!

"Young master, if you continue like this, it will ruin your reputation." Chunxiu is very worried.

In this era, reputation is very important, and if the reputation is bad, it will be difficult to move an inch in the future.

But Fu Xiaoguan didn't react to this, "Xiu'er, don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while." ”

"Bullets?"

"Uh, bow and arrow...... Don't talk about this, I asked you to send someone to send a letter to Master Liu from Xishan Courtyard, did you send it out? ”

"Come to think of it, Master Liu has already received it...... Master, this matter is very important? ”

Fu Xiaoguan nodded, lifted the pen to dip it in ink, and dropped four words on the paper:

A Dream of Red Mansions.

This calligraphy needs to be practiced well, what to practice? It is impossible to copy the Four Books and the Five Classics, it is too obscure, and many places are still incomprehensible.

So, he decided to rewrite Dream of Red Mansions.

This work has been done by many traversers, and the effect is very good, of course Fu Xiaoguan wants to try it.

But he couldn't write it silently like others, because he only read Dream of Red Mansions, or in the little leisure time after each mission was completed.

So he roughly remembered how the story was, and even forgot many of the supporting characters in it, but that didn't prevent him from using it as a blueprint and rewriting it.

"The first time: Zhen Shiyin's dream is psychic, and Jia Yucun's wind and dust are beautiful"

"In ancient times, the heavens and the earth were cracked, and chaos began to open...... Nuwa used 36,500 colored stones to mend the sky, and the remaining one was useless and was abandoned at the foot of the Qinggang Peak......"

Chunxiu looked at it quietly, the young master's handwriting was really good-looking, but the young master's handwriting was still so ugly.

This is a dream of the Red Mansion...... What is it?

Could it be that the young master is going to write a book?

Those ugly words fell on the paper one by one, Fu Xiaoguan occasionally stopped thinking about it, then wrote a paragraph, occasionally frowned and put down his pen, went to the corridor for a walk, looked serious, and then came back to write a few paragraphs.

In this way, the rain is getting thicker, the day is getting late, and the ink is gone.

Chunxiu took the lamp, polished the ink again, then looked at Fu Xiaoguan's back, and quietly left to the kitchen to tell the new cook to cook a few good dishes.

Fu Xiaoguan wrote intermittently like this, and it took a full three hours to write the second time: Sister Lin fell from the sky.

This job...... It's not that easy.

The hand that used to hold the gun is now holding the pen, which is really embarrassing. What's more, the plot in the original story was not too profound, and it was much more difficult to translate than he imagined.

Fortunately, as a small landlord, I don't have to worry about food and clothing, so I spend more time writing slowly and slowly changing, and I can't deviate much from what I write.

Fu Xiaoguan put down his pen and found that it was already on the lights.

He moved his somewhat stiff wrist, looked at the paper that was lined up, and the tadpole-like words on the paper, and suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction—in any case, it was always written a lot, although a little ugly.

Walking to Langfang, the rain curtain is like a curtain, and the world is fresh.

Someone came from afar, but it was his father, Fu Daguan.

The father and son sat down in the small restaurant in the small courtyard, "At noon today, I sat down with the head of the three major grain merchants in Linjiang. They spoke again of my son's literary brilliance, but they did not have the praise and envy of the previous days. For the sake of his father, all of them had some doubts on their faces...... The crowd is ruining the bones. ”

Fu Xiaoguan pulled the food and said with a smile: "This kind of trivial matter, why bother. ”

"It's no small feat."

"Dad, how is my aunt?"

"Okay...... We're talking about you now. ”

"You have to make your aunt move around more, keep her happy, and even ...... You can take your aunt to stay in Xishan Villa for a few days. ”

Fu Daguan looked at Fu Xiaoguan, and Fu Xiaoguan was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, isn't it just poetry, this is a...... It's annoying! ”

Fu Daguan laughed and said happily: "I know that my son has real skills, on the night of the first month of June, the prince's mansion went to Linzhou Garden." Here's the invitation, put it away. ”