The next morning,

"Sir, it's time to get up!"

Early in the morning, Li Zhe got up in the service of the maids, opened the window, and looked into the distance.

Mengzhou, the largest seaport in the Western Ocean, is also getting busy.

Looking at the harbor from the upper floor of Li Zhe's house, the sea ships from the east to the east coast of Africa and the huge ships from the west to Malacca from the east crowded the sea outside the harbor, and all the huge sails that were several stories high were all in the past.

The sails were crowded with sailors who were busy up and down, the goods unloaded from the cargo ships were flowing endlessly on the wharf, Asian elephants, African camels, cattle and horses with goods on their shoulders, and even the primitive boom cranes on the wharf could not bear the load, and had to make a heavy sound - think about the wealth carried on these boats, and you will know that the money bags of His Royal Highness King An, known as Mengzhou City, are indeed worthy of its name.

However, this has nothing to do with Li Zhe, he is still just a small pawn of the Great Song Dynasty at this time, although he is expected to squeeze into a member of the country's ruling class, but he is far from a giant like King An.

Li Zhe got up early today, had breakfast, there was Hu Shi with a few companions to wait, together to go to the Mengzhou Daily newspaper office, Li Zhe's courtyard hanging in front of the kerosene street lamp, piercing the morning fog, the front of the door illuminated, the groom has already driven his own carriage out, rushed to the street, Li Zhe stepped forward to raise his feet up, there was already a subordinate bowed down on the ground, to Li Zhe feet.

This, well! Although Li Zhe thinks that he is healthy and has dexterous legs and feet, he will never need such a service, but this is the custom of this era, and the luxury of the rich in this era is definitely jaw-dropping for future generations.

So Li Zhe stepped on the back of this subordinate with a sense of guilt in his heart, got into the carriage, Hu Shi his father, and Uncle Nine greeted the groom in front,

"Walk on the street, slow down on the road, and remember not to bump into people and cause trouble to the master's house,"

Be! The honest coachman agreed repeatedly.

Say hello in a few words, gotchaun, drive!

With the sound of the horseman's whip, the black, four-horse carriage began to rumble, piercing the morning mist and heading towards the depths of Mengzhou City.

The carriage of the Great Song Dynasty is also very comfortable to sit in, this is a special model for the nobility of this era, and it is not as bumpy as later generations imagined, the bottom and wheels must have applied a certain amount of primitive shock absorption technology, and the carriage is very spacious, but only Li Zhe and Hu Shi came in, and everyone else was separated from the outside.

The streets of Mengzhou City are all neatly paved with large bluestone slabs, which look very neat, and the horse's hooves make a pleasant clattering sound on the ground. Sitting in the carriage, you can see that the street is already full of pedestrians along the way, and the street is already busy, most of them are ordinary Song people, as well as the Tianzhu people who drive cattle at the lower level.

The carriage that Li Zhe is riding in is the BMW luxury car of this era!

In his carriage, Li Zhe could see the kid Hu Shi opposite, who was looking left and right with a face full of insolence. Just like the later generations who sat in a BMW, they were born with a sense of pride in other pedestrians.

Li Zhe is also a member of the upper class in this life.

But, for some reason, Li Zhe himself always felt awkward, but that psychologically unfamiliar and awkward feeling lingered in his heart for a long time.

At this time, Hu Shi opened his voice,

"Sir?"

"How?"

"When I went out yesterday, I met the second master of the Chen Mansion, and said that there was a poetry meeting in the Beijing Street Mansion two nights, and I wanted to invite you to go with me."

When Li Zhe heard this, he immediately frowned, the poetry club, the poetry club, this so-called poetry club, is actually a party in later generations, but it just happened between literati, and it seemed much more elegant and tall.

The second master of the Chen Mansion who invited Li Zhe is also an acquaintance, and his name is Zilong, Chen Zilong, this name should be familiar to all the officials!

That's right, this Chen Zilong is his Chen Zilong, and in the later Southern Ming Dynasty, Chen Zilong, who was very active in the Jiangnan Restoration Society, didn't know how to run to this remote place overseas in the Great Song Dynasty. For this reason, Li Zhe also went to the household department to check, his father is also called Chen Suowen, and his ancestral home is also from the Great Song Dynasty, but as early as a hundred years ago, he settled in Tianzhuzhou, and Chen Suowen is now in the position of a teacher in Anwangfu, that is, a tutor.

But this tutor is a teacher in the first family in Tianzhu Continent, so this status is not trivial.

Li Zhe and this Chen Zilong are classmates and friends in the state school, so if there is anything good about this product, they usually bring Li Zhe a hand. Therefore, the news of this poetry meeting was notified in time.

After listening to Hu Shichuan's news, Li Zhe thought in his heart, if it was someone else's poetry club, Li Zhe might not go now because he was strapped for money, but this poetry club on Beijing Street, hehe!

Li Zhe really can't go.

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I only heard the rumbling of horses' hooves, and soon arrived at a carved beam painting building facing the street, facing a very magnificent three-story small building, larger than Li Zhe's own small building, there is a big signboard hanging on the side of the upper floor, which reads: Mengzhou Daily.

As soon as Fang Jueyuan, the editor-in-chief of Mengzhou Daily, heard that Li Zhe was coming, he hurriedly ran out of the main gate and greeted him.

"Haha, Lord Li, I have been looking up for a long time, I didn't greet him well, I couldn't greet you from afar, forgive my sins!"

"Where, where the gentleman said, where the words came from. The kid is just a late learner, and it is disrespectful to come to visit him rashly today! ”

Everyone is a literati and a scholar, playing with a pen, and when they say this, the etiquette is naturally different from the usual.

Fang Jueyuan went to school in the state school in his early years, and he was also a powerful character, good at guiding the country, and he was also a celebrity in the state school in the past, but now he is also a well-known talent in Mengzhou City, so he later started such a Mengzhou Daily. can be regarded as Li Zhe's predecessor.

A set of polite words came down, and the words entered the main topic,

"Hello sir," Li Zhe took out the manuscript he had copied last night, which was about 30,000 words, "This is a novel under the line, and please don't hesitate to correct it." ”

That Fang Jueyuan took it and said with a smile,

"The lord is in a hurry, haha! Okay, then forgive me for being lazy, and let me read the manuscript with peace of mind. ”

So the office was quiet, and Li Zhe also calmed down, sat on a chair, drank tea slowly, and waited for Fang Jueyuan to read his manuscript.

That Fang Jueyuan originally had a perfunctory attitude, after all, in his opinion, Li Zhe, a quasi-baron, even if he went to state school, he could have a bit of literary talent, and the military merits of the hereditary nobles of the Great Song Dynasty were all out of the same appearance, all of them were vulgar martial artists, what kind of reading seeds can be produced from such a family.

Fang Jueyuan didn't think that Li Zhe could write any good essays in his heart.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Zhe's novel was put into his hands, the first few paragraphs of it immediately made people feel refreshed, and the pattern in the text was completely different from the previous novels, but between the lines it was new, giving people a sense of grandeur everywhere.

In the short period of 30,000 or 20,000 words in the book, the plot ups and downs, leading out a lot of heroes and heroes, Guo Xiaotian, Yang Tiexin, Qu San, and the Taoist priest Changchun Ziqiu.

The masterpiece of the new school of martial arts in later generations, in this era, is really refreshing. The rhythm, the wonderful and compact plot, is only breathtaking.

"Good book! What a great book! After reading it, Fang Jueyuan couldn't help but scream out loud when he read it, and then when he saw Li Zhe, he said a little embarrassedly, "This book, sir, has made a certain person a little out of shape." ”

"It's okay! The gentleman praised it falsely. ”

Li Zhe thought to himself, the more out of shape you read, the better, which means that my book is more likely to sell well. Originally, he was a little worried that this book would be unsuitable, but now that he saw Fang Jueyuan like this, he finally had a bottom in his heart.

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