In front of the gate of Langya Pavilion, because of the verbal propaganda of a group of rangers, coupled with the gimmick of millions of money.

Chang'an City at this moment!

Whether it is the residents of the city or those who have settled outside the city, there are people who come here.

As long as you are human, you will have the kind of dream of getting rich overnight. Some people will ask, modern people will fantasize about this daydream, so will ancient people also have this sweet dream?

Absolutely!

Otherwise...

How can there be an idiom of a dream.

Because Huo Guangyou said that when letting the rangers promote everywhere, they should pay special attention to the statement. This competition about the creation of book paper can be done by everyone, regardless of status.

So.

At this moment, in front of Langya Pavilion, talents from all walks of life are gathered.

There are peddlers and pawns, literati and writers, and those rangers who were arranged by Huo Guang to spread the news.

After all, he said it at the time.

Anyone can participate!

So...

Naturally, this includes rangers.

It's just that the crowd at the moment is a little noisy. Because Langya Pavilion has not opened its doors to sell paper within the promised time, giving all those who have dreams of getting rich overnight a chance to participate in the competition.

And so!

was a little bold and began to question the accuracy of the news promoted by those rangers.

"Hey, is it true that you rangers are talking about it?"

"It's just, why haven't you opened the door yet?"

"Sure enough, these idle people are the most unreliable of the words that come out of their mouths!"

"yes, not at all..."

"Huh? How the fuck are you talking to Uncle Ben, looking for a cut..."

"Sell Hu Biscuits!"

"Go, go, who's going to buy your bread."

「......」

In front of Langya Pavilion, there was a hustle and bustle. At this moment, the door of Langya Pavilion suddenly opened. Baskets of money were brought in, and they were rudely and haphazardly poured into the large wooden boxes that had been made in the cabinet.

Look like that!

Seem.

Instead of copper coins, they poured in a pile of scrap metal.

According to historical records.

The Han Dynasty's standard for dividing the rich and wealthy of each county was three million family properties. You know, this is only family property, including a series of assets such as land and houses.

According to the rich in this standard.

I'm afraid that even if their hometown ancestral homes are raided, they won't be able to copy a million in cash.

That's why.

Langya Pavilion directly piled up a million dollars, and this scene was still very visually impactful.

Meanwhile!

In the Langya Pavilion, someone began to read the rules of the competition.

Because there are rangers who advertise in advance, most people are no strangers to the rules of the test.

When the man had finished reading, the paper was sold.

A group of people began to scramble to buy books and paper, and even the people in Langya Pavilion didn't expect that because the price was cheaper than toilet paper, they could buy books and paper for a copper penny.

So!

All the books and papers that I had prepared were sold out at once.

So much so that those who came late did not buy books and papers, and I am afraid that there will be no way to create works for the time being.

in the crowd.

Ren An, who had already bought the paper, was waving his arms and said to Sima Qian, who was belated, "Zichang, this, this!"

Sima Qian saw that it was Ren An, and immediately walked over with a smile.

"Shaoqing, are you here so early?"

However, Ren An complained, "It's still early? Hmph, Zi Chang, you came too late, and all the books and papers were snatched. Eh, who is this next to you?"

"Oh, Li Ling, the grandson of General Li Guang." Sima Qian introduced Ren An.

Ren An immediately smiled and said, "It turned out to be Li Ling, the grandson of General Li, fortunately

Fortunately. My name is Ren An, you can just call me Shaoqing like Zichang."

Li Ling nodded and replied, "Don't dare, Brother Ren An is a few years older than me, let's call Brother Sheng!"

At this time.

Ren An smiled, and then introduced his companions to Sima Qian and Li Ling, and said, "Let me introduce you to my friend, Tian Ren, the son of Uncle Lu Xiangtian."

Tian Ren said hello to Sima Qian and Li Ling.

After getting to know each other.

At this time, Sima Qian asked, "Shaoqing, have you finished snatching this book and paper?" Doesn't that mean I can't participate in the competition?"

Ren An shook his head and said, "No, no, I heard from the people in the pavilion, but there is no more today. If you want to participate, you can continue to buy paper tomorrow, by the way, this competition seems to be held for a month, and there are opportunities behind it."

Side.

Tian Ren saw that Sima Qian was also going to participate in the competition, so he began to compliment and said, "People say that Sima Changqing's endowment and Sima Qian's writing are all superb. If the eldest brother writes an article and participates in this competition, then it will not be easy to pocket this million fortune."

However.

Sima Qian shook his head and said, "Brother Tian has praised it falsely, how dare I use my own article to compare it with the Fu made by Changqing's predecessors."

At this time.

Ren An suddenly remembered something, so he said to Sima Qian, "In this competition, all the disciples of the three Confucian schools participated. Among them, Confucian scholars such as Dong Lao and Jiang Gong were invited to be the judges of the competition."

"Zichang, I remember that you are not an old disciple of Dong?"

"Why don't you ask Elder Dong if you can get paper?"

Sima Qian immediately narrowed his eyes and said, "Is the chair also there? Then I'm really going to say hello, I haven't seen the chair since I went on a study tour."

After speaking.

He arched his hand, then separated from a few people and went to see Dong Zhongshu.

"The Son Commander has seen the Chair!"

Sima Qian greeted politely.

Dong Zhongshu saw that he was coming, and he was immediately overjoyed, and said, "It's the eldest son, didn't you say that you went out to study? When did you come back?"

"Back to the chair, I only returned to Chang'an yesterday. When I heard my father say that there was a competition of books and paper here, I was curious to come and see it." Sima Qian returned.

Dong Zhongshu smiled faintly and said, "It's also for that million dollars?"

Sima Qian's face was embarrassed and said, "Uh... Something to think about."

When Dong Zhongshu saw him like this, he immediately laughed and said, "What are you ashamed of, you are here for a million rewards, neither steal nor rob, if you have the ability, you will fight for it!"

No wonder Dong Zhongshu would say that.

Previously.

Zuo Chuan and Gu Liang faction, full of talents, have come up with good articles.

And his ram faction is even more miserable.

So far, I haven't seen a few amazing articles, or poems and songs.

"Chair, I may not be able to do it today. I'm late, the paper is already sold out. And the competition does not accept the simple writing, alas, the article that cannot be done for the time being." Although Sima Qian said this, the gaze in his eyes was looking at Dong Zhongshu tightly.

The look.

A discerning person can see that he is asking Dong Lao if he still has any paper.

Dong Lao is a smart person, so he naturally understands, and said, "The old man still left a few pieces of paper here, Zichang, you come with me."

Forthwith.

Sima Qian followed Dong Gong all the way into the pavilion.

Then he took one out of the stack of papers on the table and said, "Chief, take the paper, go back and think about it before you put pen to paper." Your Majesty is also concerned about this competition, and if it is well written, it will help you in your future career."

He was talking.

There were some people next to him who didn't buy the paper, and they saw that Dong Lao took the paper for Sima Qian.

When even said, "Dong Gong, we want it too!"

However.

Dong Zhongshu is direct

He waved his hand and said, "It's gone, you can buy it again tomorrow!"

Then he ignored them.

Sima Qian took the paper and immediately smiled and said, "Chair, I already have an article in my heart, and I don't need to think about it anymore."

Immediately, with the help of the pen and ink provided by Langya Pavilion, he began to write the article.

Soon!

An impassioned and juvenile article was made.

The ink is done.

Sima Qian respectfully handed it to Dong Zhongshu and said, "Chair, you can help me palm the palm!"

Dong Zhongshu took it and watched it, his eyes lit up instantly, and he said with a smile on his face: "Okay, good, no wonder Zichang is full of confidence, it turns out that he already has a good article."

said.

Dong Lao also deliberately lowered his voice and said to Sima Qian, "Your article is better than those disciples of Zuo Chuan and Gu Liang Sect!"

"Thank you for the compliment." After hearing this, Sima Qian smiled.

There are not many people who can be praised by Dong Zhongshu, and he Sima Qian can be counted as one.

After reading Sima Qian's work, Dong Lao handed it back to Sima Qian's hand and said, "You sign here, and then go over there and tell the people in Langya Pavilion to participate in the competition, and everyone will be able to observe your work at that time."

"Okay, the chief thanked the chair."

After Sima Qian thanked him, he immediately put the article into the competition according to what Dong Zhongshu said.

In fact.

As long as there is the sponsorship of Dong Lao.

This article was able to pass the initial screening, but the leaders of the three Confucian schools of thought did not do so.

One is to show fairness.

The second is to show off your own disciples and press you.

As Sima Qian put this article into the competition, it quickly caused a sensation among the crowd.

"Scholars are used for confidants, and women are for those who please themselves, this sentence... Wonderful~"

"No, no, it's better to say that the last sentence "Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather"!"

"Good article, good article!"

"Is this what a Confucian disciple did? Whoever wrote a good article..."

"Signed Sima Qian? Who is Sima Qian?"

"Sima Qian, you don't know, Taishi Ling Sima Tan's son, Zichang, his article is on par with Sima Xiangru's predecessor's empowerment!"

「......」

......

......

A few days later.

The promotion of books and paper can be regarded as passing the test of the emperor.

And!

The plaque that Huo Guang asked Sang Hongyang to ask for from His Majesty has also come down, as for what do you want it for?

Naturally, it was for Langya Pavilion, and it was useless to name Langya Pavilion by himself.

But if His Majesty gives a plaque, it will be of great significance.

These days, the competition on book and paper works is still in full swing, but most of them are article works, and the rest of the development directions related to book and paper are not too much.

This is a little different from Huo Guang's expectations.

If book paper.

Article creation alone is far from playing a full role.

Of course.

It's only been a few days now, but it's going to be a whole month.

Huo Guang was busy for several days, a little tired, and felt that it was time to give himself two days off to rest. After all, it is not an iron body, in addition to eating, the most important thing is to rest physically and mentally.

So.

On this day, he took the materials he had prepared before, and the oil squeezed from flax seeds and walnuts, and prepared to take a carriage to the outside of the city.

Like what? Meet Dong Xun!

I haven't seen Xiao Nizi for a month, and I don't know how I've been.

Originally, Huo Guang was going to go out of the city alone.

I don't know about the guard

This guy, how did he know his movements, so he smelled the smell and rushed over, pulling Liu Lingling to play in the same carriage with him.

"Old Watch, you should have started a book and paper work event earlier. You see, Dong Lao has something to do, and he can't talk about things, so we don't have to listen to the old master talk about those boring things." Wei Yan said with a laugh.

Huo Guang raised his eyebrows slightly, not caring.

There are some people!

He wanted to read, but he didn't have the opportunity to read. Some people have the opportunity to study well, but they don't want to read.

Well...

Huo Guang is talking about himself, of course, including the little fat man Wei and his wife.

Wei Yan saw that Huo Guang ignored him, thinking that he was in a bad mood, so he took out a note and said, "Old watch, I'll read you a funny article, it's all something that people have copied from the works of that Langya Pavilion."

"Ahem, listen to this."

"Two roast ducks hang to the north, and a line of steamed geese cook south, hahaha, this article is done, it can amuse me to death."

"And there's—"

"Listen to this, one petal, two petals, three or four petals, five petals, six petals, seven or eight petals, nine petals, ten petals, and eleven petals, all of which are bright in flowers."

"Eh, I can't do it, I'm so happy."

"These peddlers, pawns, and rangers, how embarrassed to take out such a bullshit article!"

"If I were serious about writing an article, I might be better than theirs. Old watch, you can evaluate it, hahaha..."

Wei Yan's laughter was loud, and he was crowded in the narrow carriage, which made Huo Guang's head hurt.

Immediately.

He scolded angrily and said, "Evaluate your uncle, are you a shit shell?"

Wei Yan didn't understand what Huo Guang meant, and asked, "What is the shell lang?" Also, what do you mean, old watch, to evaluate my uncle?"

Huo Guang took a deep breath, then squeezed out a smile and said, "It's nothing, it just means that you don't keep looking at this kind of smiling and generous thing. Isn't there a lot of good articles coming out in this competition, you can take a look at those!"

As soon as the words fell.

Wei Yan suddenly had a smug smile on his face and said, "Hmph, old watch, I knew you would say that."

"Look!"

"I've had someone copy Sima Qian's article, and I'm memorizing it!"

"When he read this article, even my father read it, he said that it was very well written, and it could be passed on to future generations."

"I'm so envious..."

As he spoke, Wei Yan took out another crumpled piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Huo Guang.

It seems to prove that I have read good articles too.

Huo Guang took the paper, looked at it, and said with a smile: "This article is indeed very good, but unfortunately, the book business is too angry, and if you say something unpleasant, the mood of the article is not enough."

As a person who has read the full version of the book of Bao Ren'an, he is naturally qualified to make such an evaluation.

As for the article written by Sima Qian now?

e..

At present, it can only be regarded as a youth castration version!

But!

He said so.

Wei Yan was not convinced after hearing this, and said, "Isn't this good? Why don't I think, what is wrong with you?"

Huo Guang didn't think too much about it, and immediately replied: "The writing is too frivolous, and there is no feeling of sadness and anger, inspiration, and moving. If it can make people cry and empathize with it after reading it, then it can be regarded as a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages."

"Of course, I also believe that Sima Qian will be able to write such an article in the future."

"But..."

"It may take some not-so-good things to come to this sense."

See that the old god Huo Guang said is here.

Wei Yan immediately replied: "Old Cousin, what you said is good, then why don't you make an article to suppress the limelight of Sima Qian?"

"Exactly!"

"Take back the 500,000 we gave out, so that it won't fall into someone else's pocket."

Hearing what Wei Yan said, Huo Guang immediately coughed in embarrassment.

In the way of the ancients, compare yourself with the ancients?

Sick is not!

It's okay to write some lyrical prose, but if you compare it, I'm afraid that it won't be turned into scum by literary masters like Sima Qian.

Come to think of it.

Huo Guang glanced at Wei Ling, who was replying to him, and asked, "Wei Ling, is it true that since the last time the restaurant opened, my uncle has never beaten you again?"

Wei Yan didn't know what Huo Guang meant, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I haven't fought before!"

Haven't really beaten it?

No wonder you dare to go to the house to uncover the tiles!

So Huo Guang said lightly, "It seems that it's time to find a reason for your uncle to beat you again."

Mr. Wei: "......"

Looking at the little fat man's eyes that gradually complained, Huo Guang smiled and said, "Hehe, just kidding, don't mind. Okay, let's be serious."

"What do you think..."

"Boss, I'm the kind of person who can earn me money for others? Hmph, relax, I'll make a move!"