Although the document Fang Yun submitted for filing was only a short two or three hundred words, Zhou Zhubu actually read it three times in a row before stopping. The more he read, the sadder his expression became.
Fang Yun felt puzzled. He knew that "Duiyun" played an extremely important role in the world, especially in the contemporary era when war poetry was being vigorously developed. But why did Zhou Zhubu suddenly become sad
Zhou Zhubu sighed and said, "If I had been able to learn this article back then, why would poetry have been so difficult to be accepted by the elite? I thought poetry was a lifelong hindrance, but now I know that my teacher was not Fang Zhenguo! Why didn't you let me learn this "Duiyun" thirty years ago? Why?"
Zhou Zhubu almost beat his chest and stamped his feet, and almost burst into tears.
Fang Yun had no choice but to persuade him: "In fact, it is not too late for Zhou Zhubu to study poetry now."
Zhou Zhubu said, "It's too late! Our minds are covered with dust, and our literary courage is dim. Even if we learn this "Rhyme Couplet", we can't write elegant poems. The best time has passed. We only have two paths now. We can continue to follow the great ways of "benevolence", "righteousness" and "courage". One day, we will accumulate a lot and rise to a higher level of literary status. Or we can fight for fame and fortune, and seek wealth for our descendants, hoping that they can go further on the road of literary status."
"Do you choose to accumulate strength and then make a breakthrough?" Fang Yun asked.
"I choose the latter, or more than 80% of people would choose the latter. The reason why the left prime minister has such great power today is not only because he is well versed in the art of lobbying, nor is it just because he studied under Lü Buwei and read Lü's Spring and Autumn Annals, but most importantly, too many officials choose the latter. The reason why your dream in The Pillow Book is called a profound and meaningful work by me is because it was written at the right time."
Fang Yun nodded.
"Fang Yun, you have a bright future ahead of you. Don't follow us. By the way, why is it named "Fox Rhymes"? "
Fang Yun smiled and told Zhou Zhubu about Nunu's performance in class.
"Besides the students and teachers of Class A, is there no one else who knows about "Fox Rhymes"?"
"Apart from the people in the clan school, only Daniu and I know about it." Fang Yun replied.
"I will send this article to Lord Yuanjun, and then ask him to send people from the 'Punishment Hall' to find everyone who knows about this 'Fox Rhymes', whether they are adults or children. Before you finish the book, it must not be leaked."
"Punishment Hall? Did I hear it right? Is it that serious?" Fang Yun was extremely surprised.
The Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, etc. are administrative agencies of various countries, but the Criminal Hall is different. It is the highest law enforcement agency of the Holy Academy. Only candidates who have at least condensed their literary talents can join it, and everyone swears an oath in front of the statues of the saints to exist to safeguard the highest interests of the human race. Even the saints' families can only influence but not control the Criminal Hall.
Whenever the Criminal Court takes action, it would be a major event that would alarm the ten nations. They would often arrest intellectuals who had betrayed humanity, and their methods were extremely harsh.
"We must use the Criminal Court. I don't see the value of the Three Character Classic, but the value of the Fox Rhymes is obvious. The Fox Rhymes is a brand-new way of prosody enlightenment. In terms of elegance, it may barely be out of the county, but in terms of importance, it is still above the national poetry. You must not rush to write it, you must be serious, even if it takes another year to finish it, we can wait. This may be your chance to become a great scholar. Yi Zhishi was only in his thirties and he was able to become a great scholar because he wrote a book called Zhishi Wenxuan, each word of which was worth a thousand gold coins. It is said that when the original manuscript was thrown, the ground sank three feet. Although it is just an opportunity and it does not guarantee that you will become a great scholar, it is a thousand times better than those of us who don't even have a chance. Remember, don't write a book rashly."
Fang Yun originally wanted to finish writing early, but after hearing what Zhou Zhubu said, he had no choice but to say, "I will finish the book next month at the earliest. It won't be as fast as writing the Three Character Classic."
"Next month? Although it's a bit rushed, it's not too soon. You already have a plan in mind, right?"
Fang Yun remained calm and said, "Of course. I was young and stupid, and I always wanted to find a shortcut to learn poetry, so I slowly summarized these rhymes and parallelisms, so I came up with those poems later, but I only recently came up with the idea of compiling them into a book. When I was young, I often pondered over parallelisms by the river, and people misunderstood me as being in a daze and lazy. Now that I think about it, those grievances are nothing."
Fang Yun was nervous, but luckily the Fang Yun back then was a little silly and often went to the river to daydream and relieve his melancholy.
"Extraordinary people must have extraordinary appearances. You have accumulated a lot of experience and accumulated a lot of experience to finally achieve success! Those children who laughed at you must be regretting it now. When you become successful, you can write your enlightenment by the river into your autobiography to warn future generations."
Fang Yun secretly thought that this boast was getting bigger and bigger, and he actually became enlightened by the river.
"Your Excellency, you are too kind. What else do I need to do when filing?" Fang Yun asked.
"Sign your name and stamp your hand on this manuscript and you can leave. I will hand it over to Lord Yuanjun. Manuscripts of this level must be kept by him personally and must not be seen by other officials. I will send you out, and then I will go to Lord Yuanjun and ask him to send someone from the Criminal Court to seal it."
The two of them walked out together, and Fang Yun asked, "Does Li Daxueshi also hold a position in the Holy Academy?"
"Of course, he is from the 'War Palace', and he is the East China Sea Deputy Dean of the Sea Monster Academy, in charge of the daily affairs of the East China Sea Dragon Palace. His status and power in the Holy Academy are higher than that of the Left Prime Minister. If the Left Prime Minister happens to encounter a sea monster invasion when he comes to Jiangzhou, then Lord Jianmei can command him. So no matter how much Lord Jianmei scolds the Left Prime Minister, the Left Prime Minister can only endure it, unless the Left Prime Minister becomes a great scholar."
"No wonder." Fang Yun said.
"I hope you can become the next Sword-Eyebrowed Prince, rather than a Prime Minister who brings disaster to the country. Lord Yuanjun will be returning home soon, I will go and deal with this "Fox Rhymes"." Zhou Zhubu bowed.
"Goodbye." Fang Yun bowed and walked out.
Fang Yun looked at the bustling passers-by in front of Wenyuan Street, walked slowly on the gravel road, and let Fang Daniu drive the carriage behind him.
Wenyuan Street has a different scenery under the sunset.
Most of the people here are scholars, some are alone, some are with their families, and some are in groups of three or five. Most of them have relaxed smiles on their faces.
Some come to the bookstore to buy "The Holy Way" and "Wen Bao", some come to buy the four treasures of the study, some come to buy books, and some even come just to stroll around and feel the atmosphere here.
The sounds of bargaining, shouting, whispering, and loud conversation fill this ancient street.
"The fragrance of ink accompanies the sound of books, and the bustling city is also elegant. What represents this world is not those high-ranking officials or wealthy families, but the literary academies, the literary streets, and this person."
Fang Yun smiled indifferently, walked out of Wenyuan Street smoothly, looked back at the setting sun, and got on the carriage.
After Fang Yun returned home, he discussed the matter of buying a new house with Yang Yuhuan, Fang Daniu and Jiang Pozi.
Manager Tang paid 10,000 taels of silver in one go, which was a truly huge sum of money. Even though the housing prices in Dayuan Prefecture were much higher than those in Ji County, 10,000 taels of silver were enough to buy a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits in an ordinary location.
Fang Yun actually didn't want to buy a house that was too big. He would be satisfied with having his own study and a small courtyard. However, he wanted Yang Yuhuan to live better and eat better, and his increasing status did not allow his residence to be too simple.
Fang Yun asked Yang Yuhuan to go see Madam Fang tomorrow. With Madam Fang, a native of Dayuan Prefecture and a famous lady, there would be no problem in purchasing a house.
After dinner, Fang Yun continued to study hard and practice calligraphy without any slacking off, and he would even think during his breaks.
"If a warrior needs to practice, spar, and fight to the death to become stronger, then for us scholars, constantly reading books, writing texts, and poems is practicing, participating in poetry gatherings is sparring, and using poetry is fighting to the death. The goals are different, the paths are different, but the efforts are the same! The rewards are the same!"
“Hard work may not lead to success, but it will definitely bring rewards! Without hard work, there will be nothing!”
“Being smart, talented, or having a strange book is not the reason for success, but the reason for hard work!”
“Those who are talented and work hard are the brains of the human race.”
"And those who have nothing but still work hard are the backbone of the human race!"
“Choosing the right direction and working hard to move forward is the reason for success!”
As Fang Yun continued to learn and gain insights, his beliefs became stronger, his literary talent became more solid, and his talent grew much faster than those of the ignorant students.
Fang Yun didn't fall asleep until four in the morning.
Fang Yun got up on time at six o'clock. After having breakfast, he first taught Yang Yuhuan to read, and then studied with Nunu's company.
Fang Yun’s residence was very quiet, but the Yan family, which was dozens of streets away, was different.
Early in the morning, the Yan family's doorman walked towards the gate in a daze as usual. Before he got close, he was almost fainted by the foul stench.
The gateman took a closer look and saw a large amount of dirt, feces and urine flowing into the yard through the crack in the door. The area near the courtyard wall was littered with dead rats, rotten meat and all kinds of filth.
The concierge covered his nose and ran back, shouting, "Master! Madam! It's bad! Something terrible has happened!"
Soon, everyone in the Yan family got up and hurried to deal with the stains in front of the door. When they opened the door, they saw that no one could stand outside the door, and the walls were covered with disgusting things.
"Who did it! Don't let me find out! Otherwise I will tear you into pieces!" The roar of the eldest master of the Yan family echoed in the air.
Just after half past six, the relatives of the Yan family, led by Mrs. Yan, gathered together and walked towards the Fang clan school in mourning clothes just like yesterday.
They walked to a secluded place, and more than a dozen masked men rushed out, each with a sack, and put all the members of the Yan family in a sack, beating and kicking them, and then quickly left, not forgetting to rob the Yan family of their silver and money before leaving.
At half past seven, Yan Dianli walked slowly to the government office holding a warm little purple clay teapot. He was just an ordinary scholar, but thanks to his cousin's prominent family, he was lucky enough to become a ninth-rank clerk with real power. He was not as good as the top but better than the bottom, and he lived a very comfortable life.
When he entered the government office, the guards and servants greeted him as usual. He smiled and nodded, enjoying the compliments.
After walking a few steps, he saw the head of the police station in the prefecture. Yan Dianli smiled and said, "Old Pan, you look very energetic today?"
Captain Pan, however, turned around and walked away as if he had seen the plague god, completely pretending not to see him.
Yan Dianli was puzzled, and seeing Liu Kushi, with whom he had a good relationship, he smiled and asked, "Did something happen today?"
Liu Kushi hesitated for a moment and said, "You should quickly sever your ties with the Yan family. Last night, the old lady scolded the governor, and the governor just scolded the Yan family this morning."
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