The East Vietnamese mission wanted to win the first prize in the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival, which also caused an uproar among the people.
The news spread through the Beijing Daily.
This was Qin Sining's idea.
Although she and the prince have confidence in Zhao Xiaole, when it comes to this matter, it is better to work together.
The more scholars participate, the higher the chance of defeating Dongyue.
At this moment, Qin Sining and the prince realized what a good thing a newspaper is. If used in the right place, it can be a great weapon!
However, Jingyang Daily, led by the Third Prince, has not been published again.
Because the prime minister is afraid.
After being tricked by Wang Yuan this time, he had to be careful in everything he did.
He was afraid that the prince would be caught at fault and have him crippled.
When Wang Yuan saw this, he simply gave up the newspaper. Without the funds provided by the third prince and the prime minister, he would definitely not do it if he was left to spend money alone.
As a result, Shangjing Daily was the only one left in the city.
Qin Sining asked the newspaper to increase its printing efforts from the previous 20,000 per day to 50,000 per day.
From the 11th to the 15th of the first lunar month, in these few days, the East Vietnam challenge must be clearly stated on the front page.
There is also a call for essays, and those who can outperform Dongyue with good words and sentences will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold, which is equivalent to hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.
At the same time, the conditions for promotion to an official position are also given.
Therefore, whether it was for honor or money or official position, all the peddlers who could write a limerick would submit it to the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce.
Naturally, some of them are unavoidable, "The moon is beautiful tonight, like a girl's waist, and it becomes desolate in the middle of the night, and the sound disturbs people's sleep!"
In short, similar poems will definitely no longer work, and these rejected poems have also caused dissatisfaction among many people.
"What's wrong with my poem? Can you write one for me?"
"I think the Beijing Daily News is completely blind!"
"..."
There were endless sarcasm and curses, and some people even felt that Shang Jing Daily had committed traitorous behavior and hindered him from bringing glory to the country.
Therefore, until the Lantern Festival, the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce did not receive any good poems.
In fact, people who are really capable are holding their breath and want to wait until the day of the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival to show off their skills again.
Then let others publish the poem?
Although there is no particularly clear copyright awareness in this era, literati still know how to take precautions.
Don't let others plagiarize your own work.
In addition, there is another matter that has become another focus of discussion among literati in recent days.
It is the Dream of Red Mansions serialized by Shangjing Daily.
After reading it, many people became completely addicted. Various manuscripts were flying everywhere, and almost everyone was talking about it.
The limelight can even be compared with that of the East Vietnamese mission entering Beijing.
And among the envoys to East Vietnam.
A scholar in a mink quilt was reading a newspaper around the stove. Even though he was very thickly dressed, he still didn't want to let his body get too far away from the stove.
This is the new newspaper that arrived today.
He completely dismissed the so-called call for essays on the home page.
Even the section where anecdotes were recorded, he didn't linger on for a second and turned directly to the last section.
It is clearly engraved on it, "In the sixth chapter, Jia Baoyu first tried Yun Yu's love, and Grandma Liu entered the Rongguo Mansion."
The scholar concentrated on reading the whole text word by word and sentence by sentence. Even when he read the sages' books, he had never been as serious as now.
It wasn't until he finished reading that the scholar let out a long sigh.
"To think that I, scholar Xiao Bi, have been a scholar for so long, and yet I would be fascinated by novels. I really don't know who wrote such a strange article!"
"If I could meet the owner of that book for a while, it would surely be a good story that would be passed down through the ages!"
It turned out that this person was the famous scholar Xiao Bi. After following the mission to Beijing, he stayed indoors every day because he was afraid of the cold weather.
He happened to know that newspapers were sold in the capital, so he had someone buy one for his entertainment. When he first read it, Scholar Xiao Bi didn't take it seriously.
After reading the first chapter of Dream of Red Mansions, I couldn't put it down anymore. People lined up to buy him newspapers every day.
On the side, Zalakucha, who was full of disdain, laughed and said: "The famous scholar Xiao Bi also likes reading newspapers? Haha, it's really interesting!"
Scholar Xiao Bi could naturally hear the irony in his words, shook his head and said: "Although you are half of Jingyang's blood, you don't understand this matter of scholars!"
Zalakucha snorted, "Of course I don't understand. What I understand is to let go of the Central Plains. As long as we win this poetry competition, it will become a turning point in Jingyang's national destiny. Once we find an opportunity, my king will raise his arms and Jingyang will win."
Yang must be divided up by the world!"
Scholar Xiao Bi sighed, shook his head, and said nothing more.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.
What if the Dream of Red Mansions is not finished and the world is in chaos?
Isn’t it possible that we can’t see the ending?
…
On the day of the Lantern Festival, the capital became lively again.
Especially at night.
Visiting the lantern festival and guessing lantern riddles have become the most lively activities in Beijing. Zhao Xiaole has been stuck in the house for too long in recent days, so he decided to take a few girls out for a walk.
In order to cope with the poetry meeting in the evening, he used retreat at home as an excuse to not allow Qin Sining to disturb her.
Poor Qin Sining actually believed it.
When I came in the morning, I didn't even dare to rush in.
If she still wanted to break in that time, she would probably see the shocking truth.
It is precisely because of this that Zhao Xiaole held an envelope in his hand and started a game of choosing soldiers and generals.
"Tonight, there is a poetry meeting to be held."
"Well... Sir, I have also written a masterpiece. Can any of you send it to me?"
Zhongmei shook his head, obviously not willing to go.
It would be great to go to the lantern festival with Zhao Xiaole. Who wants to go through all the trouble of delivering letters?
Where have you been? Who knows what else happened?
Seeing this, Zhao Xiaole scratched his head and said, "You must know that this poetry fair is very important to the country, so this is a glorious and arduous task!"
Still no one wants to go.
Zhao Xiaole decided to name the generals and point out who would be unlucky. At this time, Hong Ni took the initiative to stand up.
"Master Marquis, I am willing to go!"
Zhao Xiaole nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and said: "Hong Ni, come here, I need to explain something to you!"
"yes."
Hongni walked up obediently, thinking that Zhao Xiaole was going to explain something, but she didn't expect that Zhao Xiaole stopped her waist and kissed her on the cheek.
"Do something for me, and this is your reward tonight!"
So, under the regretful eyes of others, Hongni was blushing with shame, stood up and said: "Master Hou, you are so bad!"
Hongni quickly took the letter, said goodbye to everyone, and went to the poetry meeting.
Zhao Xiaole looked at the other unhappy people and said, "Don't worry, there will be more opportunities in the future and everyone will have a share!"
Recently, the competition between several women for favor has become more and more fierce. Zhao Xiaole must use some method to suppress them!
