Facts have proved that Mr. Wen's literary talents are indeed extraordinary, and because he has been deeply involved in the people over the years, compared with when he first passed the exam, his writing is a bit more fireworks. The stories are extremely simple and vivid, and he understands what the people want most. what to look at.
While helping him dry the ink stains, Mu Qingshan arranged the stories in order.
Hundreds of years ago, the city was full of demons and ghosts, and the people were anxious all day long. They stayed at home and did not even dare to go out. They had no food to eat and no clothes to cover their bodies. Life was very hard. Fortunately, Zhao Yue, the general of Xuanwu in the fairy world, led the heavenly soldiers and generals, who descended from the sky wearing thousands of golden lights, and wiped out the disasters for the people in one fell swoop.
However, although the demon chaos was settled, the city was already devastated, and the people had to brave the scorching sun to reclaim wasteland. Seeing this, General Zhao sympathized with the hardships of the people's livelihood, so he recruited a group of gods from the heavens, such as the Lord of the Earth, the Lord of the Stove, the God of Wealth, the Seven Fairies, the Dragon King, the Master of Rain, Lord Lu Ban, Zhong Kui, and the King of Tota. All of a sudden, the city was full of flowers, the ears of rice were drooping in the fields, the houses were tall and gorgeous, and everyone was dressed in bright clothes. Every household was full of grain and silver.
Of course, because he was not sure whether Zhao Yue was a good person, Mr. Wen still did not disclose his name this time, but replaced it with "Mr. Zhao" as before.
"Master, what do you think of the story?" Wen Liunian asked.
Mu Qingshan was silent for a moment, "Master, do you want to listen to the truth?"
"Naturally." Wen Liunian nodded.
Mu Qingshan said, "It's a little ridiculous."
"It's just absurd, the more absurd the more people will like it." Wen Liunian said, "Otherwise, if you write a story about a farmer honestly farming the land and marrying a wife, no one will read it carefully."
"I still feel that your lord's move is a little risky." Mu Qingshan said, "Now you and I can only rely on the confessions of Wang Tianhu and other bandits to speculate that Zhao Yue is not a treacherous and evil person, but in fact it is not accurate. "
"It's not just Wang Tianhu's confession." Wen Liunian said.
Mu Qingshan thought for a while, and then said, "There is another steamed bun."
Wen Liunian nodded, "Master, please continue."
Mu Qingshan said, "But even if you add steamed buns, it doesn't mean much. If Zhao Yue is actually a big villain in his heart, then the lord has shaped him into such a popular image now, in case he really goes down the mountain in the future, After the people saw it, it would be difficult for them to regard him as a bandit leader." And according to the popularity of those portraits in the city, Mr. Mu even felt that as long as Zhao Yue gave an order, countless fanatical people would rush into the government office.
"Master is worrying too much." Wen Liunian smiled, "I have thought about it a long time ago."
"You can't rely on Tengyun Castle for everything." Mu Qingshan said.
"I'd rather be relied on for everything." Shang Yunze came in with a bowl of white fungus porridge, "What are you talking about?"
"Lord Shangbao." Wen Liunian glanced at the porridge bowl, "We are talking about Zhao Yue."
"There are still a lot in the kitchen, my lord can send someone to fill them." Shang Yunze handed the bowl to Mu Qingshan, "Eat something to warm up." It was cold in early winter, and he was thin and weak, looking like he would be blown away by the wind at any time.
"Thank you." Mu Qingshan obviously had no interest in porridge, and continued, "My lord has not answered my question. Now Zhao Yue's influence in the city is too great, even surpassing the government. If he is really a villain, in the future, my lord will how to respond?"
"Just talking about this?" Shang Yunze laughed when he heard the words, "There is no need to worry about this, the praise is given by the government, if you are really not a good person, it is easy to step on the soles of your feet."
"How do you say that?" Mu Qingshan asked.
"Even if there are portraits all over the city now, no one knows the real name of the person in the painting, and only Mr. Zhao is used instead." Shang Yunze said, "So what the common people pursue is actually only the person drawn by Master Cao. , not the bandit leader in the vast mountains."
"That's right." Wen Liunian also nodded, "If Zhao Yue really enters the city one day, then he will post a bulletin saying that he is a goblin in the boundless mountain, and he will transform into the appearance of Mr. Zhao in an attempt to confuse people's hearts. The people will naturally rush to put him on the firewood and set him on fire." After all, it's fine if he's just a bandit, but he dares to pretend to be the gentle, kind, brave, invincible, handsome and charming Mr. Zhao in everyone's heart, it's absolutely unbearable.
"Ah Choo." In the vast mountains, Zhao Dazhao was sweating coldly on his back.
"So that's how it is." Mu Qingshan had an epiphany.
"I'm going to find some booksellers." Wen Liunian said, "The printing will be rigidly published tomorrow."
"I'll go." Mu Qingshan said, "My lord has been writing for a day, and I'm tired."
"It's okay." Wen Liunian walked out the door, "I happened to be on the way, so I went to the kitchen to have a bowl of porridge first."
Slightly hungry.
Mu Qingshan tidied up the manuscripts on the table.
"It's not hot anymore." Shang Yunze handed over the bowl again, "Finish."
"Thank you Lord Shangbao." Mu Qingshan took the bowl and sat at the table to eat slowly. "
The speed is called slow...
But it's only natural for bookworms to eat slowly, so Shang Yunze sat across from him and stared at him with great interest.
Mu Qingshan was like a glow on his back, "Is there something wrong with Master Shang?"
"It's okay." Shang Yunze knocked on the table, "Are you okay tomorrow?"
"Yes." Mu Qingshan nodded.
"What about the day after tomorrow?" Shang Yunze asked again.
"Yes." Mu Qingshan said, "Recently, more than a hundred bandits have been newly imprisoned, and they need to be sent to the top. There are still many construction projects in the city, and there are many things to be busy."
"Little bookworm." Shang Yunze looked at him.
"What's wrong?" Mu Qingshan put down the spoon.
Shang Yunze said, "How about having dinner together tomorrow?"
"To eat together?" Mu Qingshan's eyes were puzzled.
"There are no good restaurants in this city, but there is a small shop that is not bad." Shang Yunze said, "Take you to eat autumn water fish."
"I don't eat fish." Mu Qingshan shook his head.
"Then go eat spicy fried chicken." Shang Yunze said again.
"I don't eat spicy food either."
"mutton soup."
"Don't eat parsley and green garlic."
Shang Yunze stared, and bent his fingers to tap his head, "Do you intend to anger me?"
"Of course not." Mu Qingshan covered his head in grievance, "I just don't eat, not even sweet ones."
Shang Yunze was at a loss for words, no wonder he was eating white fungus porridge as if he was taking medicine.
I know that most literati have some problems, but it is rare to have so many problems. Seeing his look of being bullied, Lord Shang simply took the remaining half bowl of porridge and ate it clean with a few spoons.
Mu Qingshan: ...
"Go." Shang Yunze pulled him to stand up.
"What are you going to do?" Mu Qingshan asked.
"Go out for supper." Shang Yunze asked all the way, "Is there anything else you don't want to eat?"
"… carrot."
"besides?"
"Fat."
"besides!"
"Boiled potatoes."
"..."
"No wonder you're so thin." Shang Yunze gritted his teeth, and carried him onto the horse, "Why are there so many problems?" A nerd is still picky!
Mu Qingshan rubbed his hands, feeling a little cold.
Shang Yunze took off his cloak, surrounded the people tightly, took him all the way to the night market, and ate a bowl of light chicken noodle with no fatty carrots and absolutely not spicy.
"Where is Master?" Wen Liunian looked around in the government office.
"I went out with Lord Shang." The servant who swept the floor said, "The two rode a horse together. They seemed to be in a good mood, and they said they would come back later."
"Very good, very good." Master Wen seemed very satisfied, turned around and walked back to the study.
"Why doesn't the master take a break?" On Chaomu Cliff, Lu Zhui jumped onto the roof.
"I always feel a little guilty." Zhao Yue turned his head, "Do you think my Yintang is turning black?"
Lu Zhui couldn't help laughing, "It's not just that Yintang has turned black, but the whole face is turning black."
"I regret it." Zhao Yue frowned slightly.
Lu Zhui paused for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "Did Master regret coming to Chaomuya?"
Zhao Yue looked into the distance, as if thinking about something.
"If you regret it, there is still time to go out of the mountain." Lu Zhui smiled, "No matter what decision the head makes, the brothers will swear to follow."
"It's not that I regret coming to Chaomuya." Zhao Yue shook his head.
"Then what is the boss regretting?" Lu Zhui was puzzled.
Zhao Yue said, "I regret that I shouldn't have given that steamed bun that day."
Lu Zhui: ...
Thinking of the righteous young scholar on the ridge, Zhao Yue had a splitting headache.
Where is the magistrate, he is an ancestor who cannot be offended...