Qingyuan leaned over and took a look at the manuscript, and then said: "This is written by a young master named Chen Wenyuan. Is there any problem?"
"There's no big problem. It's well written. I can see that he put his heart into it."
Jin Feng said: "There are just some places that need to be modified slightly."
Scholars in Dakang studied for the sake of gaining fame, so most of what they wrote was to flatter the court, with gorgeous and stubborn rhetoric.
If Jin Feng hadn't once dated a girlfriend who studied classical literature and specialized in classical Chinese, he might not be able to understand it.
Not to mention the common people who can't even write their own names.
Seeing now, only the stories written by Chen Wenyuan are more in vernacular, and the girl he likes is from a brothel, and he is not that persistent in the concept of chastity, which coincides with Jin Feng's goal.
In addition, he wanted to make money to redeem Xiaolian, so Chen Wenyuan wrote it very carefully and the story was very vivid.
"Master Chen is indeed very good at making up stories..."
Qingyuan found out that Jin Feng had taken a fancy to Chen Wenyuan's manuscript, so she told him about Chen Wenyuan and Xiaolian.
"No wonder you are so careful."
Jin Feng immediately made the decision: "Miss Qingyuan, please find someone to find Mr. Chen. I want to talk to him in person."
"yes!"
Qingyuan immediately walked out of the tent.
She originally wanted to go find Chen Wenyuan by herself, but Jin Feng hadn't finished reading Jin Feng's manuscript. Deep down in her heart, she also wanted to stay with Jin Feng for a while, so she found an escort to go to Hanxiang Tower.
The escort was on duty at Damangpo every day and was willing to go out for a run, so he readily agreed.
Chen Wenyuan couldn't ride a horse, so he walked out of the city and didn't reach Damang Slope until mid-afternoon.
He had heard that the book writer told Jin Feng's story before and thought it was a compilation.
After all, how could a scholar fight a war? What's more, what he led was not a serious army, but a group of bodyguards.
But when he arrived at Damangpo, Chen Wenyuan realized that he was wrong.
There are many Weisheng soldiers on the school grounds, as well as many bodyguards.
In addition to different clothes, the mental outlook of the two is also very different.
The bodyguards, both male and female, all seemed very confident, while the soldiers of Weisheng looked much lazier.
When passing by the hillside, I happened to see a hundred-man black-armored team training.
The neat formation, stern face, and dark armor all exuded a strong aura of murder!
Including the female escorts inside, all of them were very skilled. While moving left and right with the square formation, they alternately shot at each other. Targets dozens of steps away were shot down one after another, with few misses.
Chen Wenyuan had never heard of such a terrifying military formation.
"This military lord, did Mr. Jin really defeat the party members in northern Xinjiang with only a few hundred men?"
Chen Wenyuan asked tentatively.
"Of course!"
The escort said: "I was still serving in the Tielin Army at that time. There were only a few hundred people on the mountain at that time, but there were tens of thousands of party members. I can be considered a veteran who has fought in more than a dozen battles, but I was still scared.
It’s light, but Mr. Jin is not afraid at all and lets us cut down trees and make trebuchets..."
The escort had nothing to do, so he vividly told the story of the battle at Qingshui Valley.
"Our Tielin Army only served Mr. Qinghou in the past, but now everyone serves Mr. Jin, so after I retired, I immediately signed up to join Mr.'s escort agency. No, it was not called an escort agency at that time, it was called a escort team.
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"A few hundred people blocked the party members... No wonder Mr. Jin could write a poem about killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles!"
Chen Wenyuan was deeply shocked by Jin Feng's achievements: "The storyteller said that Mr. Jin could bring peace to the world with his pen and his military power could settle the world. This statement is indeed true!"
"In this world, my husband is the only one who can deserve this honor!"
The escort who led the way was also very proud: "Sir's tent is just ahead. Mr. Chen, wait a moment, I will go and report!"
Jin Feng had just finished reading all the manuscripts. When he heard that Chen Wenyuan was coming, he quickly asked the escort to bring him in.
"Xiaosheng Chen Wenyuan has met Mr. Jin and Miss Qingyuan!"
Chen Wenyuan bowed and performed a scholar's ceremony.
"I've met Mr. Chen!"
Jin Feng returned the courtesy, then casually moved a stool to Chen Wenyuan: "Mr. Chen, please sit down."
"Don't dare!"
Chen Wenyuan was so frightened that he quickly took the stool.
"Mr. Chen, don't be restrained. We are all young people. It's best to be casual."
Seeing this, Jin Feng smiled and pushed Chen Wenyuan onto the stool, then turned around and went to get the manuscript from the table.
Chen Wenyuan then secretly looked at Jin Feng.
The first feeling Jin Feng gave him was that of youth.
Then he is very approachable.
"The story of the young master is very well written, but the story I asked the young master to write is to be told to the people, so many dialogue parts need to be more plainly spoken. It is best to write how we usually talk."
Jin Feng took out the manuscript and went straight to the topic.
Speaking of the manuscript, Chen Wenyuan quickly collected his attention and explained: "I understand, sir, I will buy more paper and ink when I get back and write again."
Why is classical Chinese so difficult to understand?
This has a lot to do with the backwardness of papermaking and printing technology in ancient times.
In the beginning, the text was recorded on clay tablets and bamboo slips. It needed to be carved one by one, which was very labor-intensive, so naturally it was as concise as possible.
Therefore, every word in classical Chinese has a meaning.
Although paper appeared later, paper and ink were not cheap, and the writing style has been passed down, and the reading and writing habits of scholars have also been developed.
Chen Wenyuan is not exempt from vulgarity. Many of his dialogues are written in written language. How can ordinary people understand them?
"Then I'll trouble you, young master!" Jin Feng nodded.
"No trouble, no trouble!" Chen Wenyuan quickly waved his hand: "I would also like to thank my husband for giving me this opportunity, otherwise I may not be able to earn enough money to redeem Xiao Lian in this life!"
"By the way, I will give the remaining silver to the young master!"
Qingyuan said, took out a money bag from his arms, took out a few silver ingots and put them on the table.
"Thank you Mr. Jin, thank you Miss Qingyuan!"
Chen Wenyuan took twenty-five taels from it and said, "I will change the remaining silver into change and then give it to the girl."
"No, Mr. Chen, these are all yours!"
Qingyuan pointed at the silver ingots on the table and said.
"How is this possible?"
Chen Wenyuan waved his hands repeatedly: "We agreed on twenty-two taels and a half, so that's twenty-two taels and a half. I won't take an extra penny."
Qiaotou has been making a living for many years, and this is the first time he has received such a big order.
If it wasn't for the purpose of ransoming his lover's life, he probably wouldn't even accept the money.
In the end, Qingyuan said that everything on the table also belonged to him.
This made Chen Wenyuan both touched and surprised.
"Young master, I'd better accept it. This money was given to me by my husband. If you don't accept it, my husband will think that I am greedy." Qing Yuan said with a smile.
"Master, please accept it. Think of it as a congratulatory gift from me to the two of you to congratulate Miss Xiaolian on regaining her freedom! I wish you both to have a son soon and grow old together!"
Jin Feng directly picked up the silver and stuffed it into Chen Wenyuan's hand: "He Yin cannot refuse, otherwise it will be unlucky!"