Yiwu, the border town of Huyi.
A hundred years ago, Hu Yi and Da Lin were also considered to be their own sects, and they had not yet established their own kingdoms.
Therefore, except for clothing, they are similar in system and official position. They are divided into townships, counties, and prefectures, under the jurisdiction of county heads and officials. There are also inspectors in various places, who are in charge of salt, soldiers, ships, etc. Progressive and rigorous.
And Yiwu in Huyi is similar to Jinjiang in Dalin, both are water towns!
Yiwu has the title of the City of Beautiful Jade, which means that the jade mined here is comparable to none. Therefore, many businessmen come and go every day to trade here. At night, the whole street is lit up with lights, just like Lijiang in Dali, the scenery is beautiful, and the house is not closed!
Every day!
Song Zhi has been writing a book behind closed doors at home for the past few days.
It's been a long time without sleep!
After countless repeated polishing and finalization, this morning, the book was finally written. He checked it several times before and after to make sure that the content in the book was accurate and there were no loopholes, and then hurriedly steamed it on the boiler. Steamed Bun, after barely stuffing his teeth, he went out the door.
When going out, the dilapidated door "creaked".
There was a terrifying sound!
He sighed and looked at his roof again. Those tiles were all falling off. If it goes on like this, I am afraid there will be a risk of collapse. If it rains and snows again, he will freeze to death. here.
"I only hope that this time the book will be in the eyes of the class master!" He pinned all his hopes on the book in his hand.
If it is done, I can buy myself two winter clothes, and I can repair the roof of my broken quilt.
But if not...
"Hey!"
No longer wasting time, he hurried to Zhao Jiaban!
This man named Song Zhi, who is in his twenties this year, has beautiful eyebrows, gentle and gentle appearance. Although he is dressed in coarse linen and extremely shabby, he is vaguely a handsome young man, and he is a scholar with a lot of knowledge. He was born in a famous family. Originally, the Song family was also a civil official in all dynasties, but in his generation it gradually became depressed. However, Song Zhi wrote a good poem. The book sold out in less than half a day. Therefore, his literary talent has also attracted many noble families.
His brother made friendship with him. Although Song Zhi didn't know how to refuse, he knew his identity as bitter and cold. Therefore, when others were good to him, he also respected others and never made close friends.
But five years ago, Song Zhi suddenly stopped writing poetry, and gradually faded out of the literary world. After his fame was greatly diminished, those literati and nobles who had made friends with him said that he was full of talents, and his literary skills were incomplete, so they began to stay away from him. no longer communicate.
Song Zhi should have a bright future, but after he stopped writing poetry, his status as a "poetry fairy" plummeted, and Yiwu people stopped buying his old poems. Even the name Song Zhi was gradually given to him within five years. forgotten.
So far, no one knows why Song Zhi stopped writing poetry
No one knows why, after Song Zhi stopped writing poems, he switched to writing books for the troupe and was willing to be a storyteller! In the first two years, he was able to use his good books to earn some money to support his family, but then the industry gradually emerged, and many scholars who had "exhausted their talents" began to turn to storytellers, and the more they wrote. More and more vulgar, more and more outrageous, but those vulgar things are
And it has attracted the mindless pursuit of countless people, and even caused the good drama industry to become a black smoke.
So, I raised a bunch of good-looking danjiao who can't act! And the class leaders who had contacts with Song Yu before also asked him to change his style and write some tacky books, but although Song Zhi was poor, he was unwilling to follow the trend and rush to it. He always insisted on writing good books and meaningful books. At the beginning of the time, those class teachers still wanted to buy him in the old relationship
The book came to power, but the sales were very poor. Gradually, those class leaders stopped selling others' favors.
It's been half a year since Song Yu "boiled the pot" last time!
Although the scoop was repeatedly empty, he was still reluctant to write vulgar books.
These days, he works behind closed doors, determined that this is the last time, if it is not successful, he will have to give up the writing, and then go to the sea with Ergoudan from the next village to do business.
When he arrived at Zhao's class, the class teacher Lao Tao poured him a cup of hot tea and brought him some sweet potatoes.
This old Tao is the righteous brother of the former class leader of the Zhao family. After the death of the class leader Zhao, he gave him the opera troupe. At the beginning, he changed the Zhao family class to the Tao family class, but because of the change of name, the business was huge. Reduced, so Lao Tao changed his name again and continued to call him Zhao Jiaban!
Song Zhi was as warm as jade, sitting upright, looking at the sweet potato beside him, swallowing his saliva, his stomach growled without hope.
Just ate a bun this morning!
No wonder you're not hungry!
Lao Tao saw his eyes: "You eat first, let's talk when you're full."
"No need!"
"Why are you polite? Let's eat."
A sweet potato is hard to die for a hero, and Song Zhi doesn't care about etiquette and face, so he picks up the sweet potato and eats it.
When he was only halfway through—
Lao Tao said: "Xiao Song, it's not that I won't help you, you know that no one has watched the play you wrote, and I also know that you are in difficulty, but don't embarrass me!"
"cough cough..."
Song Zhi choked hard.
No more appetite!
He silently put the half of the sweet potato in his hand aside.
He said, "Master Tao, Song is not here to embarrass you, but to write a new book for you to read." Lao Tao didn't hold any hope, and he didn't even want to read it. He said with a wrinkled face: "You are a talented person, and you have some knowledge. I also know that what you write is good, but you can also see that I have an entire troupe to support, and I can't let everyone follow you just for your talent.
Block hungry, right? "
"I know." "You don't know!" Lao Tao stood up and said with a sigh, "Nowadays there is a lot of competition among the major troupes, and no one likes watching those traditional dramas. If you want to make money, you have to cater to everyone's tastes. , otherwise where did the money come from? I also really want to buy those good books you wrote, but your writing is too literary and artistic.
inappropriate. "
Song Zhi also stood up politely. With a bitter face, Lao Tao came over and took his hand, shaking it a few times, and the Buddha said in his heart, "Xiao Song! Otherwise, you should listen to my advice, if you still want to continue selling dramas. Ben, then let's change our concept, change the book, throw away all your old things, and then follow other people's preferences.
to write those things in the vulgar way! "That "vulgar" word was bitten by Lao Tao very tightly!