The shopkeeper Ji brought not only the sales report of the Jinshi Experience Collection, but also the voting statistics of the Three Kingdoms signing session. In the past few months, in order to win the title of "No. 1" for the civil servants and military generals he supports, Ju'anzhai has been set up in front of the ballot boxes in several temples and markets, and the audience has always been crowded. Wumei was still happy, and I don't know how many copies of "Three Kingdoms" I bought from his family.
Of course, the popularity of these six first people varies, as well as the number of votes. For example, there are only dozens of votes from Liao Liao for the first hermit, all of which were for Mr. Shuijing, and no one else divided the votes; the first poet was Cao Zijian, but the number of votes in this group was higher than that of the hermits. Several times more, there are many literati who respect Jian'an's style as the source of his poems to support him, and Mrs. Zhen's fans love Wu and Wu.
When it came to the first prime minister group, there were Prime Minister Cao and Prime Minister Zhuge's supporters waving their votes to fight: those who supported Cao Cao felt that he was called the Prime Minister of the Great Han in the entire Romance, and Zhuge Liang's time as Prime Minister was short; the Zhuge faction shouted "" Cao Thief", and took out the ancestral hall of the Prime Minister in Shu to prove how Prime Minister Zhuge was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. There were a few more people who voted for Lu Xun, but the number was too small, and they were quickly drowned out by the voices of Cao Ge's second party.
In the first loyal minister group, Guan Yu, Zhuge Liang, Dong Cheng, Zhou Yu, Jiang Wei… A number of seeded players, Zhuge Liang and Guan Yu should have been on the same page, but because they had to compete in other groups, the votes were scattered, and they were given again. Chances for the latter to catch up.
The first group of advisors, Zhuge Liang, Xun Yu, Xun You, Guo Jia, Fazheng, Sima Yi... also fought in full swing. However, the political correctness of the Ming Dynasty was to respect Liu and demote Cao Cao, and no one liked the coquettish Sima family, so Sima Yi's achievements were still firmly pressed to the bottom. On the other hand, Prime Minister Zhuge, who was blooming in all directions, was so thinly divided that there was still a fight.
And the battle was the most tragic, and the most real money thrown into the ballot box was the military commander group.
Modern people can fight to the death for the first military general of the Three Kingdoms through the forum, and these group of people standing in front of the ballot box can really fight - not only throwing votes, but also throwing their arms and legs, just like the upper body of the famous generals they support. . Fortunately, there are often Jinyi guards patrolling outside the study, madly catching one, not sending them to the Shuntian government, but directly taking the long flail, making them stand side by side outside the store door for half an hour, so that the long brains who are going to use force will be called. .
Cui Xie thought of those quarreling people being shackled together to show the public, as if he saw a modern man running a red light and waving a small flag as a temporary security guard on the road, he couldn't help chuckling.
The shopkeeper Ji stroked his beard and said proudly: "Little remember when the Three Kingdoms and Five Beauty votes were made, there were customers arguing in the store over who was the most beautiful, so this time I asked the guys to watch the vote. I voted outside, not in our store. Otherwise, these people would start arguing, and those out-of-town judges who bought the imperial examination notes and the Xinke Jinshi collection saw it, wouldn’t they think that our residence in Anzhai is not elegant enough?”
Cui Xie nodded approvingly, "Thanks to the treasurer, you handled this matter properly. The most important thing now is to push out the pilot test experience before you leave Beijing, and spread Ju Anzhai's reputation to other places."
The business of inviting fame must be done, and the signing meeting should also be done well, and customers should not be asked to make trouble at the meeting. He was very serious and official and said: "Now the competition for the title of the first person in the Three Kingdoms is so fierce, I am afraid that there will be troubles at the poetry writing meeting. Their Jinyiwei people came to town, so as not to cause trouble, good things have turned into bad things."
The shopkeeper Ji was refreshed and quickly asked: "Is it Xie Zhenfu from our comic strip? Can we invite other thousand households? If we can invite Xie Zhenfu, An Qianhu, and Feng Yun, they will come out to stand. One stop, we will have no choice for this event!"
Cui Xie said: "Where does Jinyiwei have such a Fengyun, it's just a person I drew casually. After all, those thousand households are high-ranking officials of the court of the fifth rank, and they don't have to leave official business and show their faces for a poem writing meeting. Anyway, I'll try my best to ask Xie Zhenfu to see if he can arrange it."
After he became the champion, he has been busy meeting the examiner, the same year, and the teacher. Only the person he wanted to see the most did not have a suitable reason to meet. This time, he finally found a suitable opportunity.
The signing was still held at the Huangjia Garden last time, and it was still lively for a day and a night. After the end, all customers had to stay outside the city. By the end of the signing party, he can find a place to invite Xie Ying to drink, and by the way, have a long talk all night...
Cui Xie closed the plan abruptly, and instructed the shopkeeper Ji: "No matter how many people Xie Zhenfu and the others can come, you will clean up a yard in the Huang Family Garden and let them rest. Then ask people to rush to draw those people into big ones. In the color picture, there are words like 'Pillars of Peace and Peace and Peace in the Republic of China' and 'a righteous suit with two sleeves' and other words on the side, as a gift to others. Our study is an elegant place. It is too tacky to send money, so it is better to send a calligraphy and painting. "
Master Ji asked, "Does the young master want to inscribe the painting himself? The writing we asked someone to write is not worth as much as the text of the champion."
Cui Zhuangyuan is still in a hurry to meet his boyfriend, where is he in the mood to write an inscription for him? What's more, if he writes these things to Jin Yiwei based on his status as the champion, he can't tell politically, so he waved his hand and said, "Isn't it true that there have been frequent disputes between guests in Ju'anzhai recently, and Jin Yiwei, who was on patrol, helped to settle the matter a few times? In the name of Ju Anzhai, these paintings will be given to them at the poetry writing meeting, thanking them for eradicating evil in Beijing these days, so that our good people can do business safely."
The shopkeeper Ji reminded him in a wordy way that he was already the number one scholar in the current division and a high-ranking official in the imperial court, and he must not pretend to be a commoner any longer. Cui Xie perfunctoryly asked him for dozens of color pictures to be printed out and prepared to sell to voting guests tomorrow night, packed his things and went to Xie's house.
Xie Ying heard that he was going to invite Jin Yiwei to sit in town, and agreed very happily: "If you don't invite them, they will all go too. But I heard in the Zhenfu Division that they quarreled over who was the first in the Three Kingdoms. , I'm afraid you won't be able to appease anyone in your garden, so you'll have to fight yourself first."
Cui Xie was a little surprised. He took the ballots and said, "Thousands of households are also fighting for this? I thought you senior officials of Jinyiwei didn't like the activities of our small bookstores. I also want them to take these ballots. They won't want the tickets for the park because the characters on the tickets don't support them, will they?"
Xie Ying took the color picture and looked at it, and saw that there were Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Dian Wei, Zhao Yun... all of the most popular generals. He put away two of Guan Yu's, and put the rest back in the paper bag. He smiled at Cui Xie: "They are arguing about these famous generals, and there will be a lot of people going to vote tomorrow. You can hold this picture tomorrow. Entering the Huang's garden? I'll go to the yamen and look at it and give it to them."
Cui Xie nodded: "I've explained to the shopkeeper Ji, all Jin Yiwei are taking these tickets, I'll give you a separate yard to rest, and then I'll ask someone to arrange a few Jinyiwei plays..."
Xie Ying burst out laughing: "No, they've all watched those dramas very well, and they can sing them when they come on stage. You should treat them how you should treat them, and let me watch a new drama for a day."
Cui Xie could just make up the feeling of those Jin Yiwei watching his comics and dramas happily, wishing he could go in and follow along, and he couldn't help laughing.
After laughing for a while, he remembered the business again: "Tomorrow's poem writing session will be open until the evening. Brother Xie, can you come? I don't have to go to school anymore. Let's find a quiet place to catch up with the old days at night..." said frankly. Reminiscing.
Xie Ying leaned closer to him, took his hand to his chest, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you in pain anymore?"
It's long ago that the pain is gone, can you be admitted to the top spot if you are always in pain? Besides, it's not hard to do it... at least it's not just uncomfortable.
Xie Ying was much gentler than him, and he didn't always want to save the retort like when he tried it himself.
And the feeling of being completely cut open, completely seen, and controlled by someone is a bit shameful, but at that time it was like a strange stimulant, making him wander between shame and pleasure. The more ashamed he felt in his heart, the more uncontrollably his body approached the limit of excitement, and when he saw Xie Ying's flushed face, he couldn't restrain his excitement...
Seeing Xie Ying showing such a comfortable expression, even if he doesn't want to possess this person, he is willing.
Just remembering the scene, he breathed slightly, his hand swam along Xie Ying's chest to his cheek, his thumb rubbed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Brother Ying, don't bring your family tomorrow, the question is tonight. After the poetry party, let's pack a clean yard, and just the two of us can spend the night in peace."
Xie Ying just wanted to rub him into her arms, but to prevent someone from outside, she just lightly bit his fingertips and replied, "Don't arrange Jinyi Weidan tomorrow night, or I won't be able to go alone. Open. Just like last time, while they are watching the talented people in the garden, let's come out. "
The two secretly negotiated an appointment date, and had dinner at Xie's house again, and Cui Xie went home to prepare for tomorrow's meeting.
On March 25th, the six mysterious talents in "Six Talents Commenting on the Three Kingdoms" wrote poems in the Huangjia Garden in Nanguan, after waiting for the students to buy enough experience and topic collections. meeting.
The fallen students, who had just bought a package full of imperial examination books, had to postpone their return home again, and took out the money to send them to Ju An Zhai, who had used imperial examination notes and Jinyiwei comics to wash their wallets again and again since they entered Beijing. .
The local talents who introduced them to the garden party, or the fellow villagers who had lived in Beijing for a long time, all vowed to say to them: "There is food and drink in the garden, and the things sold are things that you can't see at home, and it's not easy in Beijing. It’s so complete. There are also many stages and color booths there. If you can listen to reviews and watch new plays without spending money, if you leave, you will definitely regret it later!”
Not only did they fail, but many new scholars and officials from the DPRK and China changed their civilian clothes to participate.
I came to participate in the five-beauty election once, and at that conference, I spent a lot of money to buy the five-beauty pictures to my grandfather Wan Shoufu, which attracted his thoughts and Wan Hongbi, who wrote several good articles to the emperor. The son attracted a group of Sichuan fellows to open their eyes. These people also led many students from Guangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou, Fengyang and other prefectures and counties, who were also candidates for the middle test, to the Huangjia Garden.
After the spring season, when the pear blossoms are in full bloom, the garden is full of flowers and trees covered with snow, and there are red banners dotted between the flowers and trees, indicating which voting shed will lead to.
The corridor after entering the door is lined with stalls selling snacks, because when it is not time to eat, there are some snacks on display: sweet ones are Aiwowo, Fengqi, Longxu Crisp, Yudai Cake, Baiyun Piece, Lingfen Cake , cold cheese, hot double-skin milk; salty shrimp cakes, dried meat, chive boxes, meat biscuits, meat buns, wontons; there are all kinds of tea soups and drinks, and the authentic taste can only be tasted in the tea shop sweet milk tea.
Sichuan is a land of abundance. Students have eaten and seen a lot of them, and snacks in other places have their own flavors, which are not inferior to Beijing. These literati are lofty and save face, and they don't care much about food. What really attracts their attention are the clean stalls and grounds here, the guests who are very elegant and clean, and the people who patrol near these stalls. Pick up trash and keep this place clean as a gardener.
With so many people crowding a road to eat, this place is not full of sewage and garbage, and no one throws anything in the flower garden. The hawkers and customers are polite... In their hometown, only Confucian gentlemen can do this. clean!
Several Jinshi people bought some fresh food under the introduction of Wan Gongzi, and also bought such an authentic hot milk tea that is said to be only available at the garden party.
Tanhua Liu Chun, who was carried by the fellow villagers, exclaimed: "I have lived in Beijing for some days, and I have never seen such a clean shop in ordinary shops. Who is the owner of this garden? Is it possible that all the things he sells are his servants' makeup? pretending?"
Another Guangxi scholar, Wanxiang, sighed: "This is truly a grand event in the capital. Everyone understands etiquette and everything is clean. Our small place can't compare."
Wan Hongbi bowed his hands to the north and smiled lightly: "Beijing is so peaceful and peaceful, and the people know the etiquette, it's not because today's son is the king of Yao and Shun, and he has a cabinet of Wan..."
Just as he was about to lead the topic to the right path, and let these scholars understand that his grandfather Wan Shoufu could make this poem a success, suddenly, behind him, there was a voice that was supposed to be rude but deliberately suppressed his voice: "Old man. Third, pick up the scum, be more elegant, we are the people of Emperor Guan, we have to fight for King Guan, don't tell the people at that table of Lu Bu to tell us that we are not here!"
The person at the other table snorted coldly and said lightly, "We are fans of real books who have read through the Three Kingdoms. They are elegant people who have a sympathy with Shitang's talents. Don't argue with those vulgar people.
All of a sudden, these scholars who just wanted to eat, drink, and stroll around the garden seemed to feel a clean and warm shadow of swords and swords. Young Master Wan couldn't help lowering his arms, and turned around and asked everyone, "Who is Tang Jinshi? He also thinks that the number one general of the Three Kingdoms is Lu Bu?"
Liu Tanhua couldn't help but said, "Lu Bu is only a fierce general. If you say that a famous general who is loyal, righteous, benevolent, and both civil and military, it is still Zhao Zilong of Changshan."
A cold spring breeze blew, and pear blossoms fell like snow on the caps and shoulders. This group of high-spirited new scholars looked at each other, and suddenly became silent together with the garden.