Zhang Ping sat next to Wei Cita and muttered, "I really can't figure it out, why do people like this paragraph you wrote so much?"
Mr. Yuanjing's apprentice, what a lofty identity, but this guy went to write a storybook.
Just write, but this guy also likes to hang people's appetites, squeeze a little bit every day, chasing people's heart and lungs.
I can't wait to put Wei Ci in a small black room, give him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urge him to write on a table of bamboo slips every day.
If you don't write full, don't give food.
"After all, it's for the common people, it's too jerky, they don't understand it at all. It's better to use the vernacular. The music is too high, the harmony is too small, and the people can't be interested in what they don't understand. Since it was written for them, it naturally has to cater to their habits. It can be regarded as a shared appreciation between the refined and the common... If the people can understand and listen, this will be considered a success."
In the eyes of outsiders, Wei Ci's move is not doing the right thing.
In fact, the novelist is also one of the hundreds of schools of thought, but he was criticized and looked down upon.
There is a saying in ancient books: novelists are popular, and they are made by barnyard officials.
In terms of translation, the novelist is to record the street talk of the common people and report it to the superiors, which is regarded as unpopular.
Wei Ci in the previous life was also prejudiced against this, but His Majesty vigorously promoted novelists, and also supported several famous novelists.
His Majesty's move aroused opposition and criticism from Yan Guan, but she ignored it and wrote a few books herself, using facts to slap Yan Guan in the face.
Wei Ci pondered carefully, and only then did she realize her deep meaning.
Novelists are not necessarily unpopular.
Nowadays, the atmosphere is quite enlightened. If you do some things earlier, you can save some resistance in the future.
So Wei Ci wrote several short stories and novels under the pseudonym "Zai Chi Lay".
The plot must have a plot, and the content must have content. The plot is ups and downs, continuous, and broken so that others want to strangle him to death.
Now it is not the Jiang Dynasty, and there are still very few novels in the storybook, the number is small, the content is difficult, and ordinary people can't understand it at all.
After Wei Ci considered the content of the script and the three views, he started work diligently.
The first is a strange novel. The female ghost was wronged before her death and was pitied by the gods. She returned to the sun in three days to avenge herself, and the protagonist was a woman.
The second part is about the talented and beautiful woman who loves to hear and hear. The talented person plays soy sauce, the beautiful woman is all-powerful and strong, and the protagonist is still a woman.
The third is an inspirational anti-Japanese war novel based on the former Dynasty Xu Gong, which is mixed with the character of the protagonist, and the protagonist is still a woman.
Then, the people unanimously agreed that "Lay Shi Zaichi" must be a cute girl.
Wei Ci: "..."
What's not quite right
In short, under the promotion of Wei Ci, a semi-official profession, Mr. Storyteller, appeared in Maruzhou.
Why is it called a semi-official occupation
Because the storyteller is only qualified to tell stories in the wine shop and tea shop in the Maruzhou border only if he gets the permission of the state government and has the seal of the state government. He can not only get the rewards from the people, but also the state government fixed salary.
As for those storytellers without seals, although they can find a stall to make a living, the content of the storytelling cannot involve Wei Ci's novels. As for those who have unrighteous views, encourage the people, and fool the world, it is even more forbidden. To be fined.
Since Wei Ci wanted to use "entertainment to control public opinion", he naturally wanted to try to regulate the industry.
At first, many storytellers were not happy, but the novels written by Wei Ci anonymously were very popular among the people, not only the elders liked to listen to, but also those women who had nothing to do to make sweaters, ordinary storytellers are not qualified These novels are defined in Maruzhou.
In order to make a living, Mr. Storyteller simply took the road of the state capital.
Not to mention, the state government's policy is still very useful.
Not only provide the storyteller with the latest and most popular words, but also provide a fixed salary.
Mr. Storyteller no longer has to worry about not receiving a reward one day, and how the family should eat.
However, Wei Ci is a person after all, and writing novels is limited to hobbies outside of work, and cannot spend too much effort.
After thinking about it, he found Cheng Cheng.
"Novelist?" Cheng Cheng frowned, "What are you looking for a novelist to write about?"
Wei Ci's literary talent is not low, and Cheng Cheng really couldn't figure out what he was doing with this.
As a last resort, Wei Ci could only tell her plan once.
Since Cheng Cheng came to Maruzhou, he has been tossing with movable type printing and engraving printing, as well as sorting out the books that need to be printed in large quantities, so he is very busy. To put it a bit harsher, Cheng Cheng was regarded as an older otaku, and he did not distinguish between the four and the five grains, and he did not understand the deep meaning behind Wei Ci's actions. Helpless, Wei Ci could only smash the plan and explain it to Cheng Cheng carefully, hoping to get the other party's support.
As Wei Ci expected, Cheng Cheng refused to agree at first, and was even quite annoyed.
In Cheng Cheng's view, writing a book is a very serious matter, educating the world and passing it on for thousands of years, where can it be used for laughter and entertainment
As for novelists, Cheng Cheng also thought it was a lowly career.
The paper produced is not used to record the history of civilization, but is used to toss them. Cheng Cheng was so angry that Wei Ci was so angry that his beard would fly.
Cheng Cheng scolded Wei Ci severely, and when his anger subsided, Wei Ci explained it carefully, and Cheng Cheng's attitude slowly softened.
"Is this really so important to you?"
Cheng Cheng was slightly shaken in his heart.
Wei Ci sighed, "Mr. Cheng, do you think ordinary people can understand the Tao of Confucius and Mencius? Even if the storytellers are asked to read all day long, the people will not understand. If they don't understand, they will naturally not be interested. Only those who are in line with their current situation can be accepted by them. In Ci's view, promoting the vernacular script to ordinary people is not blasphemy... I also ask Mr. Cheng to think carefully... "
Cheng Cheng was rationally inclined towards Wei Ci's words, but he was still a little uncomfortable.
As a last resort, Wei Ci could only take Cheng Cheng to a tea shop, where a story was being told, and the people below were fascinated by it.
Cheng Cheng looked at it, and was silent for a while.
Wei Ci said, "Mr. Cheng told them about the way of Confucius and Mencius, and almost no one knew it. You can ask the people about the content of the scriptures. Even if they only listened to them once, they can still speak well and orderly. You may think that Ci is too deviant, but Ci is still One thing to say - Mr. Cheng wants to pass on his family's collection of books and spiritual treasures to future generations, but if the common people can't read them, they can only benefit a few people, not all future generations. It is true that novelists are not in the mainstream, but from time to time, Cheng Why don't you sit on the sidelines and wait for a while, sir?"
Cheng Cheng felt a flash of light in his mind, so fast that he almost couldn't catch it.
"That's all, just find a few for you."
Cheng Cheng looked hurried and agreed to Wei Ci.
When everything is on the right track, time has quietly slipped into the early summer season.
The state government got news that their lord is already at the border of Maruzhou and will be back in half a month.
With this news, the victory of Jiamenguan and Fu Wang were captured, which also spread to Wei Ci's ears.
"Fuwang?"
Wei Ci picked up the pen for a while, the ink dripped, and the black dots fainted.
how is this possible