In ancient times, people took saints on top, history as books, and poems as poems, reciting proverbs, doctors' regulations, and scholars rumored and many people slandered them. As for Meng Chun, he sought songs and ballads, and toured the province to watch people's poems to know the customs. If it is wrong, it will be corrected, and if it is lost, it will be hearsay, and it will not be completed.

Novelists are one of the hundreds of princes, and what they do is mainly to record folk street talk and report to their superiors, but although novelists are their own family, they are regarded as non-streamers, so there is a saying of "nine streams and ten families".

The ancient times are similar to the Spring and Autumn Period, and the novelists of this world are also in an awkward position.

They are a family of their own, but what they do is not taken seriously, and because novelists do not have top powerhouses, it also causes novelists to have a relatively low status in society.

Miao Yu, the chief novelist of the Qin State.

Speaking of which, we have to explain the operating model of the novelist.

Novelists belong to a semi-official organization, and they mainly collect the customs of the world for the imperial court, as well as the anecdotes of various places. It is also because of this that novelists can be subsidized by the imperial court. In addition to court subsidies, novelists also earned extra money to subsidize their families, such as books.

That's right, the novelist's main source of income is storytelling, telling people stories about the world in the streets.

In addition, because the novelist is a semi-official organization, mainly responsible to the court of the vassal states, although there are certain contacts in private, and they will exchange unimportant information such as local customs and customs, they do not belong to a unified organization.

Miao Yu lowered her head and stood respectfully in the living room, waiting for the eldest princess's orders from a distance through the curtains.

"Tell me what you think. Lang Yu said flatly.

Miao Yu pondered: "The villain doesn't dare to say the book "Butterfly". I have never seen this kind of writing, nor have I ever seen such a straightforward and vulgar description, and I dare not assert whether it is useful or not. But if the eldest princess is willing to give the next five days, the eldest princess can see the results. ”

The eldest princess looked surprised.

She said, "You can be sure that it will take five days." ”

Miao said: "Five days is enough to spread in Yongdu." ”

The eyes and ears of the novelist dare not say that they are all over the world, but there is still no problem in Yongdu.

The eldest princess's eyelids drooped slightly, and her jade hand gently tapped on the windowsill of Fenglou, making a crisp sound like a phoenix's chirping.

She said, "Okay, this palace will give you five days." However, this book has to be disseminated in Miaoxianglou, not in other teahouses and restaurants, you understand. ”

Miaoxianglou is the industry of the Jade Girl Sword Sect, and there are eight Miaoxianglou in the entire Yongdu.

Miao Yu was not surprised, because no one in the whole Yong did not know that the eldest princess liked to go to Miaoxianglou to drink tea. And their novelists know better, Miaoxianglou is an industry of an ancient sword sect, and this sword sect is closely related to the eldest princess.

He placed his hands on his lower abdomen, lowered his head, and bowed respectfully.

After leaving Fenglou, Miao Yu raised his head.

The eldest princess looked at Miao Yu's departing figure and chuckled: "Xiao Qing, novelists are not as confident as you. ”

Xiao Shi said proudly: "It is precisely because there are too many mediocre talents in this world that Bole's preciousness can be more revealed." If the princess doesn't believe Xiao's judgment on "Butterfly", I am willing to make a bet with the princess. I bet that five days later, "Butterfly" will cause a sensation in Kyoto, and if I lose, I will be left to the princess. ”

The eldest princess sneered and said: "Okay, you Xiao Shi, you want to play tricks on this princess and let this princess dispose of it, which is also considered gambling money." Maybe this princess bets with you, I want to see if this Fu Yanjie is as powerful as you say. ”

Two days later, Yongdu Miaoxiang Building.

Miaoxianglou is one of the famous restaurants in Yongdu.

It is three floors high, with more than 60 low desks on the first and second floors, and a quiet private room on the third floor.

Since Yongdu's rumors about the eldest princess have been flying all over the sky, Miaoxianglou's business has been greatly affected. In the past, it was one of the best times for Miaoxianglou's business, and it was even necessary to queue up when it came late. But now there are less than ten tables of business scattered in Miaoxianglou, and most of the tables are empty there, extremely desolate.

And this situation is not only in this one, but also in the entire Miaoxianglou business in Yongdu.

"Damn Confucian demons. ”

On the third floor, an elegant woman looked at the deserted business downstairs and couldn't help but grit her teeth and scold.

She is one of the heads of the Jade Girl Sword Sect in Yongdu, seeing that the foundation of her ancestors is ruined in her own hands, how can she not be angry, how can she not be angry.

"Sister, there's news from the door. Our business has been bad for more than a month, and now the situation is getting worse and worse. If it continues like this, you will really have to eat the old book. A delicate woman frowned, her beautiful face was very sultry, and her voice between her mouths was particularly magnetic, as if it could seduce the soul.

"Hey, even if there is no special way in the door, those Confucian demons are too ruthless, and they slandered our Miaoxianglou as a place to hide filth and dirt, and they do shameless business, hateful. ”

The delicate woman was silent.

The rumor has risen, what else can be done but wait for it to fade away?

Lobby on the first floor.

A novelist's storyteller kneels in the corner.

His sideburns were gray, his body was thin, and he was unusually emaciated.

"Bang. ”

The startled wood slapped and made a deafening sound, causing everyone to look sideways curiously.

The storyteller is in good spirits, and his eyes are bright.

He folded his hands in front of him, bowed to the crowd, and then straightened his clothes and sat upright.

His voice was like thunder, and it was extremely loud: "Xiao Lao'er has brought you an ancient work today, a long-form work that has never been seen in ancient times." This work is called "Snow Turns into Butterflies", a total of 36 chapters, 569,342 words, written by the down-and-out genius Fu Yanjie. ”

When everyone heard this, the expressions that they didn't care about before suddenly dissipated.

They looked at each other, their faces full of surprise.

Those who can afford to drink morning tea are all wealthy people who are relatively wealthy in their families. These people can't be said to have read poetry and books, but most of them have been enlightened and can at least write some words.

At this time, I heard that someone had written a huge work of 560,000 words, and I couldn't help but be a little shocked.

If the classics of the hundred schools of thought can have ten thousand words, it is already quite remarkable. Many of the classics of the hundreds of schools of thought are less than a thousand words, and these more than 500,000 words are really beyond the imagination of many people.

The storyteller ignored everyone's surprise, and slowly said: "It is said that in the Bai family of Zhou Guo, there is a woman who was born with a flower and a moon appearance. Its skin is like snow, hence the name white snow. ”

The storyteller slowly narrated, and when it came to the fact that the woman in the snow area wanted to go to the school to study, she suddenly shocked everyone.

"Hey, I've never heard of a girl going to school, and this Bai Xue is not crazy. ”

"A mere woman has such a pride, but she is similar to our eldest princess, haha. ”

Everyone talked about it, and they were also very interested in Bai Xue's story.

Especially when the storyteller said that Snow White disguised herself as a man and wanted to blend into the school, everyone was stunned.

Can it still be like this?

Woman dressed as a man!?

This, where does this lead to ritualism?