In the afternoon, Ying Wuxin stayed in the room, and had been studying and reciting the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", saying that the research was because he couldn't understand the simplified characters, so he could only let Wang Banxian translate it first, and he would interpret it, understand the meaning, and then recite it.

Those who have advanced to the third stage of the Tao should have no intention of having the ability to read it once, and then recite the obscure Taoist Sutra of 10,000 words, and it is not difficult to recite this passage, but to make the text intentional and not to be seen by others, it will take a lot of effort, and what is written in it needs to be well understood.

The two worked together and were busy in the evening.

I asked the coachman and knew that the time for collecting the pun was chosen at noon, and everyone had dinner, went into their rooms to rest, and prepared to leave tomorrow morning.

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen were in the same room, and the two were lying on the same bed, with their hair scattered, and lying on the mat in a snow-white middle coat, ready to sleep.

"Senior sister, do you think you should be unintentional tomorrow and really be able to write a prose?" asked Sun Xiaoman.

Bai Miaozhen shook her head, "Even if the unintentional junior brother writes a very good book, it is extremely difficult to write a pun essay." I've heard that this essay requires a battle, the format and number of sentences are still fixed, and it requires strong literary skills and very good writing to write a decent one, otherwise it may not be able to be written. And there is another point, because there are more requirements for the pun, there are restrictions on sentence structure and words, and there are also battles, and it is very time-consuming to write it down, Mr. Liu Yuanyuan of Jin Guo took three years and six months to write a "View of Mountains and Rivers", which is only more than 1,300 words, which is almost equal to one word a day, which shows its difficulty. ”

Ying Wuxin only took half a day to say that he was ready, he was joking with us. ”

I think so, but for some reason, the senior brother believed in him so much that he didn't even have the slightest suspicion, and even had a smile like victory on his face. ”

Sun Xiaoman said leisurely: "Senior brother, maybe this time it's careless." ”

"Well, hopefully tomorrow nothing will go wrong. Bai Miaozhen sighed, pulled the thin sheet on the side, covered it on her lower abdomen, closed her eyes and said, "Sleep." ”

In the morning, when the sky was bright, Ying Wuxin and Li Zhengdao retreated from the state of cultivation one after another, looked at each other, smiled gently, got up to wash, and called Wang Banxian and the two women to get up.

The inn was also busy, preparing breakfast for those who were in a hurry to get up, dry food and other items that were easy to carry.

The five of them ate, bought some dry food to bring, and rode in the coachman's carriage, and continued to march southwest, and in a short time, a round of the sun rose from behind, sprinkling ten thousand golden rays, and illuminating the mountains and fields.

The grass is greener, the trees are greener, and the dew is as bright as pearls, hanging on the tips of the green leaves, slightly bending the waist of the leaves.

The carriage whizzed by, carrying five people, and galloped away.

After resting for the night, the horses ate enough forage and were full of energy, and it only took more than half an hour to rush to the Jinshui River.

The coachman stopped the car and greeted, "A few distinguished guests, you have arrived at the place." ”

Ying Wuxin also heard the noisy voices outside, as well as the neighing of horses and the sound of wheels turning, and thought that other literati had also arrived.

The group got out of the car, and sure enough, they saw many young or middle-aged men dressed as scholars around them saluting each other, and some elderly people were resting in the carriage with their eyes closed.

In the land of the three states of the world, the printing of books requires a lot of fortifications and materials, so every book is not cheap, and ordinary books also need two taels of silver, and even better ones are three or five taels, and there is no need to mention the bad ones, there are one or two, and there are a few dollars.

However, even the lowest-priced books cost a few dollars, which is enough for an ordinary peasant family to eat for a month, which shows that it is expensive, especially for ordinary poor families.

A book is so expensive, if you want to read from a young age, you don't have to work, the training of this one reader requires a lot of expenses, so you are not a rich person, and you can't afford it at all.

Therefore, it is not that people from poor families do not want to study, but that they cannot afford to read.

The people who can read everything are rich people, and at worst, they have dozens of acres of land at home, and there is a scholar or a servant to call them.

At this moment, a large number of readers gathered, and their subordinates were all standing together, a large area, all looking at the circle of readers with their heads probed, some eyes envious, some eyes numb.

"Uncle Kong is here. Suddenly, a young man greeted loudly with a smile.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it, and a young man of about twenty years old, dressed in white clothes and white face, walked out of the half-pavilion quickly, came to the dirt road, and bent down to salute.

"It turned out to be Mo Xian's nephew, polite, hurry up, where is your father?" Kong Jingwen got out of the car, walked over quickly, helped the person up, and asked with a smile.

"My father is on official business, and he will come later. The white-clothed and white-faced young man said proudly.

"The magistrate thinks about the people and suffers. ”

"My father said that this is his duty, Uncle Kong, please. The white-clothed and white-faced young man smiled and invited Kong Jingwen to the pavilion on the side.

"Is it him?" Bai Miaozhen said with a look of surprise.

"Who?"

Ying asked curiously.

Bai Miaozhen pointed to the young man in front of him and said, "Isn't this the young man we met when we came out of the Red Mansion? ”

"Oh, it turned out to be him, it seems that these people who entered the Red Mansion are now leaving, I just don't know if they noticed anything wrong?" Ying Wuxin nodded.

Li Zhengdao shook his head, "It shouldn't be, if we hadn't been assassinated and changed our minds, we wouldn't have noticed the abnormality of that piece of heaven and earth, they are just ordinary people, so naturally we wouldn't have noticed it." ”

Sun Xiaoman nodded slightly, obviously agreeing with this point of view.

After a while, a few more carriages came, and people dressed as scholars came down from above, most of them were middle-aged, and the son of the county magistrate came out to greet him with a smile again.

Ying Wuxin frowned slightly and said, "These people who come here feel a little familiar." ”

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen rolled their eyes, and the latter said, "These are all scholars who participated in the Spirit Monkey Festival, don't you remember it?"

"Originally, I didn't have any impression, but now the son of this county is only called by one surname, how can I think of it. Ying unintentionally shrugged his shoulders and said.

As he was talking, a carriage came over, and a middle-aged man walked down, and when everyone saw it, they couldn't help but be stunned, isn't this Feng An?

"He's here, and it's positive. Ying Wuxin sneered, there are so many things happening in the Feng family, this person is still in the mood to participate in the collection of pun literature, he wants to be famous and want to go crazy.

Bai Miaozhen said: "It may not be that he wants to come, this Jinshui Bridge is an important bridge to go out, the county is here to block the bridge, and everyone passing by must stop, as long as he is a little talented, he is invited by the county, how can there be any reason to refuse." ”

While speaking, Feng An had already been invited away, and the people around him were in a commotion, talking in a low voice, and there was no lack of words in the words, genius, Feng An, script, Journey to the West, Ying Wuxin and other words.

"So I'm already so famous. Ying Wuxin smiled.

"This is natural, if you mention the script, Xiao Daoye is naturally the first in the world, who else can compare. Wang Banxian said with a smile and flattery.

Li Zhengdao smiled kindly, "That was before, after this time, presumably the reputation of the Heartless Brother will be upgraded to another stage." ”

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen didn't make any remarks, because they didn't know the bottom of their hearts at all.

"Jokes, vulgar things like scripts, are they also worthy of being called literary works? It's just a joke story for those who are under the riba, my generation of readers naturally take learning as their own use, and it is important to make splendid articles, and the most disdainful thing is that kind of thing, and they have the ability to write a pun essay, not to mention how well you can write it, the whole article is neat and tidy, and there is a new connotation, as long as you can write a complete pun essay, then it can be regarded as a reader, otherwise it is a bullshit. An obese young man dressed in a vermilion brocade robe with a large gold chain around his neck turned around and said disdainfully to several people.

The voice of the obese young man was very loud, and it immediately attracted the attention of other people nearby, and many scholars saw a few people, especially Ying Wuxin's face changed, and they exclaimed: "It's Ying Wuxin." ”

"This guy is here too. ”

"Could it be that I also participated in the collection of essays? ”

Then, a lot of discussion rang out.

began to hear everyone's exclamations, Ying Wuxin was quite happy, but when he heard this discussion later, his face immediately became gloomy, feeling that these guys looked down on him so much.

looked at the surrounding readers, as well as Kong Jingwen under the gazebo, the son of the magistrate, and the obese young man nearby, and found that everyone was looking at him with contempt.

"Hehe, I see!" Ying Wuxin sneered in his heart, he understood that there are also many circles of mutual contempt among these scholars, those who are officials look down on literati who have no official position, and those who do not have official positions despise the spinelessness of officials, those who do practical articles look down on those who sell their literary talents, and those who write splendid articles look down on pragmatic people, saying that they have no literary talents.

The same situation is also because there are many literary genres in Sanzhou, and many circles of contempt have been formed, such as those who write poems, look down on those who write words, those who write words also look down on those who write poems and fu, those who write fu essays also look down on those who write pun essays, and those who write pun essays look down on other writers.

In short, it is a circle that despises people in other circles outside the circle, because some people are in several circles, and there is a ridiculous scene, when writing a script, he looks down on those who write a script, and when he writes a script, he looks down on those who write a book, Kong Jingwen is the best example.

The obese young man in front of him is obviously in the circle of pun, and he is proud of writing beautiful punes, thinking that pun is the first article in the world, and the others are all bullshit, which is in his eyes, and naturally becomes garbage.

"Hey, what about you, the boy surnamed Ying, dare not write an essay, dare not write it, or can't write it, can't finish it, don't stir it up in our circle of readers in the future. The obese young man retorted.

"Ying Dacai, why don't you try it, let us also see your literary talent. The other young men next to him also smiled evilly.

"But here I want to remind you that the text is not a script, you can make it as popular as you want, and every sentence of our text has requirements. A young thief with a long face laughed.