"It's been more than two years since I couldn't see my father again, and I can't forget his back. That winter......"

In King Zhao's mansion, Xu Ziwen was enjoying his breakfast, he was holding a weekly newspaper in his left hand, and he was flipping through the literary edition.

After half a ring, Xu Ziwen struggled out of his shocked emotions, and he said softly with a complicated expression: "As soon as this article came out, Mingda became famous. ”

There was a concubine beside him, and he had just read the article, Xu Zi turned his head to take a look, and saw that the woman's eyes were red when she was moved, obviously crying very much just now.

In this era, no one has written such a sincere and easy-to-understand article, this concubine was forced to become a concubine after the death of her father, obviously some empathy.

"This author, you will have a chance to meet." Xu Ziwen smiled slightly, broke free from all kinds of negative emotions, smiled chicly, and said: "This article does have true feelings, my ninth brother Xu Zixian Xu Mingda, I can't imagine that he is a filial son." But that's it. ”

"The slave thinks the article is really well written...... "The concubine commented boldly: "It makes people immersed in it at a glance, but it's really a good article." ”

"Really?" Xu Ziwen squinted and read the article again, he is a well-known genius in Fuzhou and even the whole territory of the Great Wei, with a serious identity, it is said that he is not qualified to be qualified to be commented on by a vernacular article, but after reading it again, Xu Ziwen has to admit that the structure of the article is reasonable, and the words and sentences seem to be inadvertent, but in fact, they are quite exquisite, so as to create a kind of coexistence of longing and pain, and there is a touch of sadness, but not excessive sadness, creating an indifferent and sad situation, which makes people can't help but fall into this situation.

"I really don't know, the article can still be written like this......" Xu Ziwen sighed, but his pride didn't want him to say more praise.

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"Enlightened." Xu Xingwei and Wei Yi ate soup cakes together at a breakfast stall, and the two of them read it again, and both felt that the article was impeccable.

Wei Yi said with a smile: "As soon as this article comes out, within half a month, Fujian Road will know the name of Xu Zixian, and within a month, many newspapers will reprint this article, and Mingda will be famous all over the world." ”

Xu Xingwei praised: "This dynasty rules the world with filial piety, and it is difficult not to be famous if you are such a filial son and such a good writer." ”

"Mingda shouldn't have done it on purpose, and this article is also caused by the blockade in his heart."

"The last time I went to see him, there was still a look of depression and displeasure in the depths of my eyes, it seems that after the death of Xiannan Anhou, Mingda's situation was unsatisfactory, and he was depressed for a long time."

"It's a good thing to write it like this, the ancestors have passed away, and my generation still has to work hard to move forward."

Two friends are really happy about Xu Zixian's success, no matter what, as soon as Xu Zixian's article comes out, his unfavorable image will be subversively reversed, not only will no one attack him for not having literary talent, the most important thing is to give people a filial image, this dynasty takes filial piety as the first, as long as it is a great filial son, it is a noble character, and a person with noble character deserves more respect and greater benefits.

It may not be realized in a short period of time, but the longer it goes, the more it will ferment, the more mellow it will be, and the benefits fed back to Xu Zixian will become greater and greater.

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Xu Gongda and Chen Jingfu had breakfast in a restaurant, they were chasing joy and laughing together in the brothel last night, messing around for half the night, and when they woke up late in the morning, they simply didn't rush home, and called a lot of breakfast in the restaurant to enjoy it slowly.

The sky is bright, the temperature has dropped a lot, and both of them are noble sons and brothers, and they don't have much business to do, just enjoy it.

For these two sons and brothers, this kind of thing is too common, there are not many people in the restaurant in the morning, and they don't go to the private room, they just keep yawning, and wait for the store to keep serving food with dark circles.

There are newspapers in the restaurant for guests to use for leisure, and Xu Gongda and Chen Jingfu each took a copy to read.

Xu Gongda also smiled: "The articles and poems of the last Yaji should be published this time." ”

Chen Jingfu complimented: "The poem I wrote last time to my brother is really exquisite, and I still remember: After the rain, the lotus flowers are graceful, and the spring colors of the city reflect the rising sun." These two sentences are still brilliant. ”

"Haha, evenly, evenly."

Xu Gongda's face was proud, these two sentences were bought by him for two silver cakes, the original author was a well-known poet, but the poet was also poor, and the two silver cakes sold these two wonderful sentences.

In fact, for a prince of the Hou Mansion like Xu Gongda, who has not yet been the master of the house and only takes monthly money in the mansion, it is not easy to get these two silver cakes.

But the benefits of Yaji are quite obvious, when you get to the newspaper, the newspapers on Fujian Road will be republished, and all of a sudden the entire Fujian Road will be well-known.

If the poem is really good, it will be republished by the newspapers of Zhejiang North Road, Jiangnan West Road, Jiangnan East Road, and even Hebei, Hedong, Huguang, various roads, Jingshi, Jiangling and other places, and it will become famous all of a sudden.

For a noble son, it is not the most suitable path to work hard as an official, or to go into battle as a military attaché. The most suitable thing is to make a name for yourself, and then slowly enter the high-level power circle with a clear stream of fame, and finally obtain practical benefits.

"It's a really good article."

"Alas, I think of my father, who has been gone for four years."

"I wonder who wrote it?"

"Xu Zixian, the son of Nan'an Houfu, this person is a filial son, and it seems that the clan is not full of gentlemen."

"Didn't you say that Xu Ziwen of Zhao Wangfu was a talent?"

"We don't know that talent, I think this Xu Zi is really a great talent, he can write such an article, he is not, who is?"

"I'll read you a passage: I said, 'Father, go.' He looked into the distance and said, "I'll buy a few oranges, and you are here, don't move...... It's a tear-jerker! ”

Xu Gongda and Chen Jingfu were about to read the newspaper, but there was a noisy discussion around them, as well as the sound of reading the newspaper.

Not far away, a guest was reading an article in the weekly newspaper, this was a middle-aged man, probably aroused his feelings, this guest's eyes were red, his voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously engaged in extremely deep memories and affection.

Not far away, there were several other guests who were also reading the newspaper, and they were obviously reading the same article, and everyone was in unison, shaking their heads, and they were all very emotionally engaged.

This is quite rare, or rather, unheard of, unseen.

The weekly literary edition of the weekly newspaper is mainly based on the major collections of the city, and there are also some famous poets and lyricists who will take the initiative to submit their works to the newspaper, and the weekly newspaper will selectively publish them.

Every few issues, or a dozen issues, there will be excellent articles and poems, and there will be some sensational, but for a considerable number of readers, they pay more attention to the commercial version and the people's livelihood section, and those who are interested in the literary version still need to have a few taels of ink in their stomachs.

The so-called sensation of the literary version is, of course, a sensation in the circles of officials, gentry, and celebrities, and for ordinary people, it is to listen to the excitement, know which genius has written what good poems, sigh a few times, and put aside the matter.

The lobby of a restaurant can be filled with people reading articles, and reading literary editions...... Xu Gongda and Chen Jingfu first heard the sound of reading the newspaper, and then saw the situation around them, and they were stunned for a while.

The two stopped talking nonsense, and hurriedly opened the literary version to read, not to read the article, but to see the signed author first, and when they saw the name of Xu Zixian, the prince of the Hou Mansion of Nan'an, the two of them first glared at each other, with an incredible look on their faces.

"!" Chen Jingfu scolded first: "Xu Zixian can also be on the text version, what the hell is Lao Tzu?" ”

Xu Gongda didn't make a sound, but his expression became unusually gloomy.

This time, he participated in the Zhao Wangfu Yaji, and then published new poems, from buying poems to operating and publishing, the cost was not small, not only used the private money he had saved, but also borrowed a lot from someone.

In order to make a name for yourself, it is worth all the expenses.

If it weren't for this accident, the best thing about this literary edition would certainly be his new poems, which would have been noticed by several uncles of the family, and then praised in front of his father, and then at various gatherings in the prince's mansion, he would have been called out to the banquet to receive praise from the elders and civil officials.

The son of the Marquis of Xinchang is literary and fluent, and the reputation of being good at poetry will definitely spread in the city of Fuzhou.

Xu Gongda didn't think that his poems could be spread all over the world, and it would be enough to be famous in Fuzhou Mansion, but now it seems that everything is over.

Everyone is paying attention to Xu Zixian's article, most of the people in this restaurant are discussing or reading Xu Zixian's article, and many people are reddened when they look at it, it is conceivable that as long as they open the literary version of the weekly newspaper, they will pay attention to what they will pay attention to, even if they are not interested in reading the newspaper, they will pay attention to it under this trend, so as not to have no topic when everyone chats, this is an obvious effect, that is, everyone wants to appear when they publish articles in the newspaper.

"It's over, it's all over." Xu Gongda put down the newspaper in a dejected manner, he wanted to scold people, but he didn't know what it was good to scold.

After reading it, I understood that Xu Zixian's article was indeed well written, and there was almost nothing to find fault with.

Moreover, Xu Zi first commemorated his late father, and the details were vivid, and it was impossible to frame him for plagiarism.

"!" Chen Jingfu suddenly scolded after a while: "To the middle brother, we were tricked by that Xu Zi first." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Did he read what he wrote in the article, his father bought him oranges, the last time Yaji, didn't he specifically ask Wei Yanke to bring us oranges, and call us to eat?"

"I see!" Xu Gongda was furious when he heard this!

"Everyone is obviously a brother of the same generation, but he wants to be our father." Chen Jingfu couldn't suppress his anger, and couldn't help but slap the table and scold.

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Today, there is one more chapter, the Ming is over, and I feel lost, and I have one more chapter here.