Make It Known to The World

Chapter 6: There is a butcher knife hidden in the smile

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Fame and fortune, fame and fortune, the reason these two words are connected together is that no matter when, as long as you become famous, fortune will follow.

If you want to become famous, the quickest way is to establish good relations with the mainstream media.

In ancient times, there was no television, radio or the Internet. If you wanted your article to become popular and widely known, the most convenient way was to let the girls in brothels sing it. This is also one of the reasons why ancient literati were keen on visiting brothels. It can be said that brothels were the mainstream media in ancient times.

If you are a young and inexperienced person and a famous artist tells you that she has read more poems than you know the words, don't think she is making fun of you.

After listening to your new work, the artists thought it was unoriginal, so they just said a few perfunctory words and gave you a couple of glasses of wine and left it at that.

If you feel that your poem has great charm, you will decide to include it in the performance program the next time you meet dignitaries or attend a folk art performance.

Of course, just as a good song can make a singer famous in later generations, a good poem can often make an artist famous.

So as long as your poems are really good, the artists will not only entertain you warmly, but also give you a small amount of money, or even offer themselves to you. The talented scholar Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty relied on this business to hang around in brothels for many years.

Qin Mu doesn't mind if Yi Ji offers himself to be his wife, but you must not give me less of the writing fee. I came here just for this, and I want to use this money to run away.

A peaceful place is nice, but it should not become a hero's grave.

There are many brothels and famous prostitutes on both sides of the Qinhuai River. After eating two pancakes, Young Master Qin set out from the pancake stall in a heroic and high-spirited manner. He was ready. Except for Meixianglou, he would visit all the high-end brothels on both sides of the Qinhuai River today. Either he would not do it, or he would make a sensation.

People in the streets and alleys were still discussing the huge rock that fell from the sky that day. Although Shi Kefa, the Minister of War in Nanjing, had ordered the crater to be filled and the people were not allowed to discuss it anymore, the more people talked about it privately;

It's like a pile of dog shit on the side of the road. No one wants to take a second look at it, but as long as you use something to surround it, it will attract prying eyes. Some people may even pick it up and taste it to see what's the difference between it and other dog shit.

Apart from the huge rock that fell from the sky, the person that people on the street talked about the most was naturally Young Master Qin. He is definitely a celebrity now. He had just been rumored to have an affair with the famous prostitute Li Xiangjun, and he resolutely divorced his fierce wife. His act of divorcing his wife further proved that he and Li Xiangjun were having an affair, at least that's what the general public thought.

The former child prodigy divorced his wife for the sake of fame, and Hou Fangyu, one of the four young masters of Fushe, was also involved. Such a love triangle would make a great headline!

Fortunately, although Qin Mu was famous, not many people really knew him, so he didn't have to worry about being chased by paparazzi, and he smoothly arrived at the first stop of this trip: Lichunyuan.

I don't know if this Lichunyuan is the one opened by Wei Xiaobao's family. Anyway, Young Master Qin came, and after some twists and turns, he sat in the boudoir of Miss Qingqing, the top girl in Lichunyuan.

Miss Qingqing's beauty is not much inferior to Li Xiangjun, the reason why her reputation is a little worse is because of her talent. Nowadays, packaging a famous lady is no less than packaging a princess. A famous lady must be proficient in everything, from playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, singing and dancing, etiquette, makeup, sex, tea ceremony, national situation, love and sex, and miscellaneous talk. This is the core competitiveness.

Miss Qingqing lacked just a little in core competitiveness, so when Qin Mu explained his purpose, she was very enthusiastic. After some exchanges of courtesy and sweet smiles, she got down to business.

Qin Mu still had many more brothels to visit, so he couldn't spend too long here. He stood up and wrote quickly:

The fishing lights are visible at dark night.

A single firefly.

Slight wind and waves,

Scattered like stars all over the river.

How can one song be enough? I need to exchange money for my escape. Here is another one:

The vast sorrow of parting is as the sun sets.

Pointing eastward with the whip is the end of the world.

Fallen petals are not heartless things,

Turn into spring mud to protect the flowers.

After reading these two poems, Miss Qingqing's eyes suddenly turned into stars in the sky, sparkling and she was full of praises.

Qin Mu said a few humble words and stopped talking. The prerequisite for becoming a famous ji is to be considerate. Miss Qingqing smiled sweetly, very generously offered a reward of one hundred taels, and said earnestly: I will open my humble door for you every day, and I look forward to your coming again someday.

Qin Mu left Lichunyuan with a hundred taels of silver in his pocket, feeling even more refreshed. Although the two poems he had just written were good, they might not be worth a hundred taels according to the market price. Miss Qingqing was obviously trying to win him over, hoping that he would come to send poems often in the future.

It's a pity that she will probably be disappointed. Young Master Qin is not interested in this. He just wants to raise some money for the trip as soon as possible, so he walks to the next house without stopping... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .

Young Master Qin worked hard for a day and made a lot of money. He had 680 taels of silver in his pocket. He earned 150 taels from the song "Mulanhualing" alone.

When we returned to the pancake stall, the sun was setting.

The thin body of the little beggar squatted on the side of the road, looking at the passers-by with dull eyes.

It was not until the moment she saw Qin Mu that she suddenly came alive. She jumped up, ran a few steps towards Qin Mu, then stopped. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but two tears slid down silently.

Qin Mu walked up to her and gave her a slap: "How dare you doubt my integrity? Roast me and eat me!"

The little beggar wiped away his tears vigorously, revealing a colorful smiling face.

"Auntie, do you have any more pancakes?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Sir, feel free to take as many as you want. I am about to close the stall soon."

Qin Mu turned around, rubbed the little beggar's head and asked, "How many do you want to eat?"

The little beggar stretched out three fingers, then quickly retracted two fingers, probably remembering that Qin Mu complained that she ate too much last night. Qin Mu laughed and couldn't help but flicked her again.

At dusk that day, wherever there was water to drink, people would sing Qin's poems, at least that was the case on both sides of the Qinhuai River. In a short time, Qin Mu's fame rose rapidly and caused a sensation in Nanjing.

There was even more talk about Qin Mu in the streets; Qin Mu had been a child prodigy since he was young and could write poems at the age of seven, but he failed the imperial examinations three times. The halo above his head had long faded, and he had always studied hard at home, unlike the fourth young master who often held seminars. People had long regarded him as another Zhongyong.

And that night, Qin Mu once again became known as a genius. Although he failed three times in the exam, this did not diminish the shining halo above his head at all. The poems of Li Bai and Du Fu were widely circulated, but had they ever passed the imperial examination

The four young masters of Fushe Society sang madly and sadly all day long at Taoye Ferry, but no masterpiece worthy of being handed down from generation to generation was produced by them. In comparison, one can't help but sigh that a full pot does not make any sound, but a half-full pot does.

Young Master Qin has been studying hard for many years. If he doesn't make any progress, he will make a great achievement. He has produced twenty or thirty excellent works at will, and each of them is worthy of being passed down through the ages. This is a real talent!

No matter what people say, Young Master Qin is very satisfied with the six hundred and eighty taels in his arms. Well, this number is auspicious and it seems to indicate that I will be prosperous all the way.

He took the little beggar to the tailor's shop and bought several sets of clothes for each of them. Then he said with great enthusiasm: "Let's go and sleep in the bed tonight!"

When the little beggar heard this, her eyes suddenly turned into two sparkling diamonds. Perhaps for her, being able to sleep in a bed was the happiest thing in the world.

After finding an inn inside Sanshan Gate to stay in, Qin Mu threw the package to the little beggar and said, "Look how dirty you are. No one will dare to bully you in the future. Go and clean yourself up. Remember, you must be clean. I will check your whole body later. If I find that the hygiene is not up to standard, I will roast you and eat you."

The little beggar picked up the package and nodded his head vigorously, with a colorful smile on his face, which dazzled Qin Mu.

Qin Mu was just about to take a shower when the door rang.

"Who is it?"

"Brother Wenzhi, I, Hou Fangyu, and my good friend Mao Pijiang, are here to ask for your advice."

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment. This Wenzhi... ... ... ... uh, seems to be his own name. In the Chengxiang chapter of Xunzi, there is a sentence "Please ask the wise man Muji to think about it." Mu: Zhi. That's how his own name came about.

The question is how did Hou Fangyu, a slave of the Qing Dynasty, come about

Damn it, I had just checked into this inn when these two came. Regardless of why they came, just the speed at which they came to find people showed that the Fushe was much more powerful in Jinling City than the Factory Guards.

Qin Mu opened the door, smiled like Arnold Schwarzenegger and said, "I am flattered that you two great men have condescended to come and teach me. Please, come in!"

There was a murderous intent hidden in the smiles of both parties. After some seemingly warm greetings, they sat down as host and guest.

The next thing was to flatter each other. The two young masters were very good at this. They were full of energy and gave advice on all matters of state. They criticized the officials in power to pieces, and then they skillfully praised Qin Mu to a higher level. They took turns writing a poem and sold the new poems for 680 taels behind Qin Mu's back.

Qin Mu was naturally very humble, and in order to find out the other party's intentions, he appeared very warm.

Seeing that the time was almost right and Qin Mu had been praised to the skies, Hou Fangyu said, "Brother Wenzhi is extremely talented, but none of the officials in the court have the insight to find a talent for him, causing the country to lose a talent. This is not only a pity for Brother Wenzhi, but also a pity for the court!"

"Brother Chaozong, thank you for your praise. Compared with the two of you, I am just a tiny firefly compared to the bright moon. I am ashamed, extremely ashamed!"

Hou Fangyu replied solemnly: "Brother Wenzhi, there is no need to be modest. The vitality of the nine states depends on wind and thunder. It is a pity that all the horses are silent. I advise the God to shake himself up again and send down talents regardless of their background. Brother Wenzhi's poem not only reflects the times, but also points out his life ambitions. It is difficult to write such a sound of the phoenix without a peerless talent!"

Mao Xiang said, "Brother Chaozong, you are right. By the way, I heard that Brother Wenzhi has reported to the Ministry of Personnel. Brother Wenzhi must know that waiting for the Ministry of Personnel to recruit officials is like waiting for rabbits to come. Brother Wenzhi is full of knowledge and has a heart to serve the country. Why don't you go to the capital to recommend yourself and seek an official position so that you can realize your ambitions earlier and avoid wasting your youth."

"Brother Pijiang, your advice is good and valuable, and I should have listened to it. However, I have not been socializing much, and I just had a break... Well, let's not talk about it."

Hou Fangyu stood up generously and said righteously: "Now that the country is in danger, how can we bury such a talented person like Brother Wenzhi? I understand Brother Wenzhi's difficulties. Let us handle this matter. Even if I have to lose face, I will recommend Brother Wenzhi as soon as possible."

Qin Mu was quite surprised. In a hurry, he really couldn't understand what Hou Fangyu meant. Could it be that this Qing Dynasty slave was really doing this for his own good

Damn, the chicken peed, can you believe it

No matter what, Qin Mu still pretended to be grateful and thanked him repeatedly.

Hou and Mao sat for another incense stick of time, talking passionately, until the three of them became as familiar as brothers who had been separated for many years. Then the two of them said goodbye and Qin Mu walked them all the way downstairs before they stopped.

After the two got in the car, Hou Fangyu stopped smiling and said to Mao Xiang, "It seems that Qin is not the kind of stupid person who only knows how to read books. It seems that it is not enough for us to praise him. Once he knows the truth about Huichang, I am afraid he will not want to take up the post. Our efforts will be in vain. We must let everyone praise him highly. Only in this way will he have no way to retreat."

Hou Fangyu planned to mobilize Fushe's connections to support Qin Mu, which was tantamount to forcing Qin Mu to death. It was a form of praising to death. Mao Xiang hesitated for a moment, but nodded because of their friendship.

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