Chapter 50 Qu Sheng

When the banquet was held, Xu Xian, as the leader of the Three Emperors Patriarchs Association, shook his clothes and sat in the chair, making Jin Shengjie, who was sitting in the second seat, stare.

During the dinner, he discussed the matter of publishing a book with the owner of the garden, Liao Qiu. Liao Qiu fully agreed, saying that there would be no problem with the publication, but he could not guarantee the sales.

Xu Xiandao: "I don't take any profits from this book. I just hope that Master Liao will keep the price as low as possible so that it can be widely distributed." Medical books cannot be very popular. Instead of competing for these small profits, it is better to simply put down this piece.

Liao Qiu was a little puzzled, "Then Mr. Xu, why did you compile this book?" Xu Xian's literary name has been spread all over the world. Even adding a medical book is not the icing on the cake, but will give people a feeling of not doing his job properly.

feeling.

Xu Xian smiled, but just smiled and did not answer. The speech at the Three Emperors Patriarch Association was to arouse the atmosphere. If he saw someone and said that he planned to hang a pot to help the world and save all sentient beings, that would be a bit embarrassing and would appear to be a bit embarrassing.

It was too pretentious. But other than that, there was really no other reason, so I changed the subject and started talking about opera stuff.

Liao Qiu also changed the topic and immediately became eloquent as soon as he talked about opera and novels.

Xu Xian was a little surprised that the magazine novels in this world have already laid a considerable foundation. The "Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan music, Ming and Qing novels" known in the previous life, which should have bloomed in different eras, are now in this big world.

During the Xia Dynasty, a hundred flowers blossomed.

Thinking about what I have seen since time travel, the prosperity of this dynasty's culture, the development of its customs, and its grace and generosity are even worse than those of the so-called "prosperous Tang" in history.

As for novels alone, there are actually many literati who specialize in them, and they are printed and distributed by different bookstores across the country. There are actually some famous domestic authors under their respective banners, but most of them are written by scholars who did not pass the imperial examination. Their income can be seen

From the sales of his books, some actually earn a lot of money.

Liao Qiu is just one of many authors, but his Buyi Bookstore is the largest bookstore in the world.

At this time, there were only three paths for scholars who failed in the imperial examinations. One was to join the government as a staff member and become a legendary master. The other was to open a school and start teaching and educating people. The third was to run a business and become a teacher.

Businessmen. But if a staff member wants to find a career, opening a school can only make a living, and running a business requires capital. If you don't have these, you may still be able to write a novel.

Xu Xian couldn't help but feel moved after hearing this. He happened to be in some financial straits recently. Baicaotang has hired many people since then. Although Xu Xian was free to concentrate on compiling books, it also caused an additional expense. Now it is basically maintaining a break-even or profit-free situation.

But maybe because it was founded by Xu Xian, even though I haven't seen a doctor in the medicine shop for a long time, I still get a lot of merit from it every day.

But compiling a book requires constant investment of money, purchasing medicinal materials, experimenting with prescriptions, paper, pen and ink, and artificial oil lamps. None of them cost money. Although each item is not very big, when taken together, it is really like running water.

The few thousand taels of silver had already been depleted in less than a month. Although there were some areas where savings could be made, Xu Xian did not want to affect the quality of the entire book for the sake of money. Therefore, when he met Jin Shengjie, he asked about the ship because it was difficult.

ah!

Although the Jin family's shipment of goods can bring him millions of income, it is still far away. He can't tell others about these things yet, for fear of spreading the word and affecting everyone's enthusiasm for compiling books, and he doesn't want his sister to

If you worry about yourself, you can only think about it in your heart.

When you walk in this world, you will know how hard it is to be a human being only after you have taken on these worldly things. But now this path has opened Xu Xian's eyes again. He doesn't need to make any glass, he just needs to sit at home and write down many classical masterpieces he saw in his previous life.

Can't it all be converted into money?

Xu Xiandao: "I have recently made a piece of music, and I plan to write it out for the garden owner to refer to for details. If the garden owner is able, I would like to sell it to you at a price." The novel is too slow to take effect, so it is better to just move out a few Yuan songs.

Sell ​​it to the knowledgeable person in front of you.

Liao Qiu shook his head and said: "Mr. Xu, I'm not exaggerating. Composing music is not an easy task. You can't compose music just by being able to write poems. Let's talk about your poems that are famous all over the world. I'll wait.

Naturally, I was in awe after watching it, but if it were told to ordinary people, most people would not be able to understand it. The music is meant to be appreciated by both refined and popular people..."

When he talked about his own expertise, he couldn't help but talk about it in detail. In his eyes, although Xu Xian's composition of the song was good, it was because of his master's skills. But casually talking about making a song would be too much for him.

Yi Xing's thinking was too simple. He was even more dismissive of Xu Xian's suggestion that he was selling for a price.

Xu Xian knew that what he said was indeed true. Even if Li Bai was alive, he might not be able to write touching operas. But behind him, there is not only Li Bai standing, but the essence of five thousand years of traditional culture. Yes

Yes, he was not alone. At this moment, Li Taibai bowed and left the stage, and Guan Hanqing was possessed by his soul - the man known as Chinese Shakespeare.

Xu Xian smiled slightly and interrupted Liao Qiu: "The opera I am going to do is called "The Injustice of Dou E"."

Xu Xian still remembers the introduction to "The Injustice of Dou E" that he learned in middle school in his previous life: "One of China's top ten tragedies, Guan Hanqing's most prestigious masterpiece, had an English translation circulated in 1838. It was a play

It is a famous drama with extremely high cultural value and a broad mass base. About 86 types of dramas have performed this drama."

Although in modern times, traditional Chinese culture is increasingly being replaced by Western culture, and the petty bourgeoisie would rather memorize a few lines from "Hamlet" in English to show off than look through the things left by their ancestors, this is not culture.

Failure in itself, just like forcing students to learn English that is useless to most people in school, does not mean that Chinese is inferior to English.

This is the failure of the country and the helpless bowing of the weak. It makes us feel that spending hundreds of dollars to sit in a decorated opera house and listen to an opera we don't understand is better than listening to an old man playing the erhu in the park and singing: "This is not the case either."

"The river is the blood of heroes that has been shed for twenty years!" is more elegant. Who has moved us can only be understood in our own hearts. If even this touch disappears, what will be left for the toddlers in Handan?

At least in some aspects, we don’t need to bow our heads or study. We don’t need to rely on foreigners to praise the Chinese people. We can point to "Hamlet" and say, "The author of this book is known as the British Guan Hanqing."

Some things need to be learned with a low profile, some things need to be communicated equally, and some things, you might as well straighten your back, pat your chest and say: "This is ours." And "stones from other mountains can attack jade."

Of course there is nothing wrong with it, but if we have to use the standard of stone to measure the value of jade, it can only be despicable and ridiculous.

Xu Xian couldn't help but think that in this world, there would probably be no Yuan Dynasty. There would be no Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, but there would definitely be other equally good or even better cultural works that would shine on future generations. He seemed to come from another dimension.

A visitor, carrying the cultural essence of that world, it would be hypocritical to say that he wants to "spread culture". Now he just wants to exchange some money to come back and finish the medical book.

Later, Xu Xiantong used some of the lyrics to talk to Liao Qiu about the general content of "Dou E's Injustice". Of course, some things related to the dynasty were all changed, and everything was changed to the previous dynasty. However, the related things were not

There are many, so it does not affect the context of the full text.

The people sitting on the chairman's chair were all local gentry in Suzhou. Only three of them, Magistrate Chen, Xu Xian and Liao Qiu, were from outside the city. Magistrate Chen was naturally the star of the crowd. Although there were also people who wanted to talk to Xu Xian and Liao Qiu, these two

The conversation was lively, but others couldn't get in the conversation. Gradually, they didn't care about them, leaving them in peace. Magistrate Chen didn't want to socialize too much with Xu Xian. Seeing this scene, he felt relieved.

many.

Liao Qiu listened to what Xu Xian said and didn't care at first, but the more he listened, the brighter his eyes became. He was slowly brought into the world in the song, and he became angry and happy.

When Xu Xian softly chanted to the end of the book, "There are sun and moon hanging in the morning and evening, and there are ghosts and gods holding the power of life and death. Heaven and earth can only distinguish the clear from the turbid, but how can it happen that the thieves' soles are blurred? Yan Yuan? For good deeds

Poverty leads to a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth! You may be afraid of the strong and bully the weak, but you turn out to be just like this! Earth, you don't distinguish between good and bad, what is earth! Heaven, you are wrong.

Being wise and foolish is in vain! Alas, I only shed a few tears."

Liao Qiu couldn't help but beat the lyrics, with a mixture of admiration and pathos on his face. He admired the essence of the song and the words, and lamented the misfortunes of the characters in the song. When Xu Xian said that Dou E had been wronged, his feelings gradually started to rise again.

The people at the table glanced sideways as he was immersed in the world of the music.

When Xu Xian finished reciting the last sentence: "Today I am going to correct the document again, Fang Xian's Wang family law will not bring injustice to the people." When Dou E was avenged, she was innocent.

Liao Qiu suddenly slapped his thigh and said: "Okay!" The voice was loud, and the hall fell silent. Everyone looked over. Liao Qiu didn't care, and held Xu Xian's hand with excitement on his face: "Mr. Xu, no,

Nephew Xu Xian, no, virtuous brother, virtuous brother, it’s really worth a fortune, a word of gold! How much do you want, buy it for my brother!”

Xu Xian still underestimated the lethality of this song "The Injustice of Dou E" to Liao Qiu, or perhaps modern people underestimated the ancients' feelings about this handed down classic. He coughed twice, patted Liao Qiu's shoulder and reminded: "Liao Yuan

host."

Only then did Liao Qiu come back to his senses. He bowed to the magistrate first and said: "Master magistrate, you lost your temper after drinking. Please forgive me." Who knows, he sat down at the table by himself, but he only drank a few drinks with the crowd, but at this moment his face was full of smiles.

The red light looks like he is drunk.

Magistrate Chen said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, let's continue!"

The banquet continued, but Liao Qiu said to Xu Xian, "Brother, let's go outside and talk!" Xu Xian naturally had nothing to do, so the two of them went outside the hall on the excuse of going to the toilet.

Jin Shengjie was sitting in the second seat, watching the two people walking out, feeling really mixed in his heart. This Liao Qiu is also a literary master of the generation, and he is usually very arrogant. He met Xu Xian for less than half an hour, and he didn't know what kind of spell was cast by Xu Xian.

.At the age of several dozen years, he actually took Xu Xian’s hand and called him “good brother, good brother”. And to himself, when he was polite, he called him Mr. Jin, and when he was not polite, he called him Mr. Jin. No.

I understand or I don’t understand.

Xu Xian and Liao Qiu came outside the house. Liao Qiu first bowed respectfully and said: "If there is no king in the world, how can I have such a wonderful song."

This is true "impression", not relying on power or violence, but showing the best things to the most proficient people. It is the emotion of a first-class poet when facing Li Bai and Du Fu. Even if Xu Xian has already done countless nouns

A good line, but it can only make Liao Qiu admire him. But now a song "Dou E's Injustice" is enough, because Liao Qiu is facing none other than the "Sage of Music" Guan Hanqing.

Xu Xian returned the gift and said with a smile: "You still have the Dharma eyes, I wonder how much you can sell it for?"

Liao Qiu raised a finger and said: "One thousand taels." Xu Xian was slightly disappointed, but felt that it was almost the same. After all, he didn't put in much effort, and one thousand taels of silver was considered a lot. He was about to agree, but

Wen Liao Qiu continued: "Gold."

Xu Xian was surprised. Although he didn't know the ratio of gold to silver nowadays, it was definitely more than one to ten. This Liao Qiu could actually spend more than 10,000 taels of silver to buy a piece of music. He was indeed a wealthy man. But he didn't know that music is different from poetry.

, no matter how good the poetry is, it will hardly have commercial value.

But music is different. Once Liao Qiu's family performs in a wealthy family, their income is no less than a few hundred gold, and it is mainly based on rewards. The ups and downs of their income all depend on the quality of the performance. A good piece of music and script has its value.

Nature is extraordinary.

Liao Qiu noticed Xu Xian's look and said with a smile: "In ancient times, thousands of gold were used to buy poems. Is this "The Injustice of Dou E" written by my wise brother inferior to "Ode on Changmen"?

The actual benefits that the music can bring to him are obvious. He can pay such a price because he is deliberately trying to win over Xu Xian. Buying a music book for a thousand dollars is a gimmick, and with the help of Xu Xian's own literary name, he is not afraid of not being able to recoup the capital.

"A thousand gold buys a gift" is an allusion from the Western Han Dynasty. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty appointed his cousin Gillian as his queen. Empress Chen had not given birth to a son for ten years. She was jealous of Wei Zifu's concubine having a son, so she was thrown into the "Changmen Palace" and lost her favor. She

He sent Sima Xiangru a thousand gold to ask Sima Xiangru to write an "Ode to Changmen" for him. After reading it, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty doted on her again. This also proves that the value of anything lies in its actual function.

After the price was agreed upon, Xu Xian breathed a sigh of relief. In this case, the book compilation could be supported for a long time. As a discount, Liao Qiu also promised that after Xu Xian's medical book was completed, he would not charge a penny to publish it. However,

I hope that whatever novels he has in the future will be provided to him first.

Xu Xian nodded and said: "No problem, I just plan to write a novel."

Liao Qiu was also looking forward to it. Xu Xian's poems, lyrics, and music were all so outstanding, so what level would the novel be? He couldn't help but ask, "I wonder what the novel is about?"

Xu Xiandao: "It is a historical novel of the Three Kingdoms period. There should be many readers!" In fact, almost every Chinese is a reader of this novel. Even if they have not read the original work, they will be influenced by it in other ways.
To be continued...