The second preliminary round of the poetry competition will be held in seven days.
There are still nine days until the palace examination begins.
In other words, the preliminary competition will be held before the palace examination. If the current popularity continues, it will be very difficult to change the direction of public opinion.
It is impossible to stop the poetry conference midway, the only way is to try our best to save it.
First of all, as a judge, you must try your best to guide public opinion and guide public opinion in the direction of the imperial examination.
Establish a positive stance for the imperial examination so that both the audience and the players agree with the imperial examination system.
However, judging from the current situation, all the judges are deliberately guiding in the opposite direction.
For example, they deliberately praise a singer who sang in the middle of the show and use some radical remarks to divert people's attention.
These old guys who have been famous for a long time have a lot of energy on hand.
Bai Song really underestimated them.
Each of these old guys are talented people and are very good at talking. If they want to guide public opinion, they don't even need to speak. All they need is a seemingly casual hint and a casual look to trigger a movement.
To control the direction of public opinion, we must first control the judges who appear.
There is no doubt about this.
At least let the judges have a clear attitude first, lead the topic to the imperial examination, and talk in a good direction.
The idea is very simple, but it will be difficult to implement.
The implementation of the imperial examination itself was a huge suppression to the gentry. Even if they were saints, how would they choose in the face of absolute interests?
What's more, there is an intervenor hiding in the darkness behind the scenes.
Bai Song told Yu Ji his thoughts, and Yu Ji also felt that the matter was a bit difficult to handle.
But Yu Ji had a way: "If I can persuade grandpa to come forward, maybe things can turn around."
Let Mr. Yu come forward to intercede for Bai Song?
Who can I talk to?
"Mr. Qin and grandpa are close friends. Mr. Qin is also a big shot from a famous family in Chang'an. The Qin family has been here for more than three hundred years. If you can persuade Mr. Qin to speak for the imperial examination at the poetry meeting, I believe that the people will look at the imperial examination in a different light."
Wait, and the emperor will naturally be much happier. Even if the current situation cannot be completely changed, he will not blame you." Yu Ji explained.
"Are you sure?"
Yu Ji shook his head: "I'm not sure. Not only is Mr. Qin's side not sure if I can persuade him, but Grandpa's side alone will have a hard time getting through."
"Why?"
"Because grandpa is also opposed to the imperial examination, so he only lets me study but doesn't let me take the exam. I can only give you a suggestion. Whether you can succeed or not depends on you."
Bai Song nodded, this finally gave him a direction.
With the direction in hand, Bai Song and Yu Ji went to the countryside where Mr. Yu lived in seclusion to find him.
Fortunately, Lao Yu's retreat is not far from Chang'an City, and it takes two days to drive there and back.
Bai Song went back to explain and took a car out of the city.
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Living in the mountains, Mr. Yu planted camellias.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset, no one disturbs you, very pure.
Standing on the hill, stopping and looking into the distance, it seems that you can see Chang'an City in the distance.
A man like him is always accompanied by a servant or two.
An old man stayed by Mr. Yu's side and became Mr. Yu's helper, watering the house and turning over the soil.
Suddenly, the old man put down his hoe, stood up, looked into the distance, and said, "Master, it seems someone is coming."
Not long ago, Mr. Yu just received news that his grandson in the capital had caused some trouble and got together with a group of women to form some kind of aid association.
For this reason, Mr. Yu had no choice but to personally send a handwritten letter to the capital to express his support.
Hearing the old man's words, Yu Shinan also stopped and frowned: "It seems that he is no longer stable recently."
The old man smiled and said: "My master put his seclusion here, why did he ever think about being safe? I often see my master looking at the capital from a distance. Is it because he is worried or unwilling, and is still looking forward to the opportunity?"
Yu Shinan glanced at the old man, did not answer, and said lightly: "Go and see who it is."
The old slave put down his hoe and went down the hill. On the path into the mountain, he saw Bai Song and Yu Ji who had just got out of the car.
When they got here, the carriage could no longer move, so the two had to walk.
After a while, the two of them walked up and met the old slave head-on.
The old slave didn't speak, and just watched the two people from a distance.
The two of them went up and saw Yu Ji respectfully bowing his hands to the old slave: "Uncle Zhong, how are you doing lately?"
"Young Master, why are you here suddenly?"
"Bai Song needs to see grandpa for something."
Bai Song looked at this unfamiliar loyal uncle and then cupped his hands: "Please lead the way."
"My master once said when he lived in seclusion, he would not see outsiders."
Yu Ji said: "Bai Songnai's closed disciple is definitely not an outsider."
After listening, the old slave stopped talking and turned around to walk forward.
Entering the mountain is a tea forest, and occasionally there are some tea picking girls working in the tea garden.
But it seems insignificant among the mountains of tea trees.
"So much tea is grown here?"
"There are three major tea houses in the capital, and the tea is all produced here." Yu Ji explained.
"How can there be so much work for just a few tea ladies?"
"There is too much tea produced in Chang'an, and Chang'an cannot consume it. Many tea leaves are not picked and are blocked in the fields." The old slave said slowly, "I like this place because I like the tea here. I don't have to spend money.
You can never finish it. You grow it yourself, you pick it yourself, you fry it yourself, you do everything yourself and you raise people."
Bai Song thought of another direction.
The Tang Dynasty was engaged in trade with Japan, and Japan was also a tea-loving place.
If the tea that is abundant here can be sold to Japan, wouldn't it be a huge income?
Tea is everywhere here, but no one pays attention to it. If there is not enough manpower, there are many women rescued by the Women's Aid Association.
Nowadays, most of the homeless girls enter the flower fields.
It’s also good to have a different choice. Tea-picking girls also fit in with women’s identities and are a standard feature in women’s work today.
The Women's Aid Society provides staff, so you don't have to worry about staff issues.
Tea is easy to preserve and is a very suitable commodity for trade.
Bai Song stopped and looked at the tea leaves, lost in thought.
"Brother Bai, what are you doing standing still? Move forward."
"Oh oh oh..."
Bai Song nodded and hid the matter in his heart.
The only men in this tea mountain are probably Mr. Yu and this old slave.
Their residence is deep in the tea mountains, in a low-lying area, with only a small thatched hut, which cannot be seen from the outside.
At this moment, Mr. Yu had already made tea and was sitting outside the house waiting for the two visitors.
Seeing his grandson and his disciples together, Yu Shinan didn't seem to be surprised at all, as if he had already guessed it.
"grandfather."
"Disciple pays homage to Sir."
"No need to be polite, come and sit."
Yu Shinan waved and the two of them passed over one after another.
Bai Song didn't say anything, so Yu Shinan asked: "Yu Ji hung out with a group of women in the capital before. It was you who was behind it, right?"
