Two days later, in a certain lane in the north of the city.
The gray low wall was somewhat faded, the moss on the ground was still lush, and a breeze followed a few chasing and playing children.
One of the sharp-mouthed children scratched his cheeks, bared his teeth and said to his companions in front of him: "Hey, you monster, you haven't shown your true form yet, look at my old grandson's piercing eyes!"
Another person interrupted him dissatisfied: "How come you are Sun Wukong? I can't make it a thousand miles away."
Immediately, this lively little kid turned several somersaults facing the empty alley, but accidentally hit a gray low wall. He immediately started crying in pain, and kept mumbling about looking for his parents.
This scene was captured by a man and woman in the alley. The delicate woman caressed her sleeves to cover her jade lips, snickered twice, and then said: "It seems that the children like "Journey to the West" very much!"
After listening to Jiang Ran's words, Tang Ji nodded in agreement. The characters in this book are very popular among children, especially the monkeys.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the scene in his previous life where he was sitting on the big mat at his grandma's house, eating watermelon and following the show.
Nowadays, "Journey to the West" is very popular all over the city. In teahouses in the city, the randomly modified versions in the check list have been replaced by genuine ones. Readers in Jiran Bookshop come to buy books and ask about when the next volume will be released every day.
However, in addition to preparing the second volume of "Journey to the West" in the past two days, the bookstore has also officially started the printing of the first volume of "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
Thinking that the bookstore's revenue was increasing day by day, Tang Ji couldn't help but grinning from the corners of his mouth to the back of his ears.
Seeing this, Jiang Ran, who was following him, blinked her clear and translucent eyes and asked softly: "What are you thinking about? You are so happy."
"I thought it wouldn't take long to marry you home... Ahem, bah, I'll redeem you from the brothel." Tang Ji raised his hand and pretended to slap himself, all because of that idiot Li Yu.
He kept talking so much that he was so influenced by him.
Jiang Ran heard what he said, her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, she lowered her head and said no more.
The two of them walked side by side for a while. Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Jiang Ran suddenly found the topic: "Why do you want to change the author to Wu Cheng'en? King You came to me yesterday and asked me to advise you to change the author of "Dream of Red Mansions" to Wu Cheng'en.
Become him."
Why?
That's of course because this book was written by someone else.
As for Li Yu... With his stupid look, no one would believe that he could write four famous novels!
Tang Ji stretched himself. It was enough for him to make money from these books, and it was enough for him to steal his reputation and use it in poetry. But he still said to Jiang Ran: "A big tree attracts the wind, so it's better to keep a low profile."
Another reason is that some of these books criticize feudal society. Although he has made small changes in the article, it is inevitable that one day the government will not be happy to seal the book. When it is found that he is the original author, it will really be a big deal.
It’s over!
Jiang Ran nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions, because their destination had arrived.
Tang Ji walked ahead and knocked on the door of Professor Chen's house.
Soon, the brown wooden door opened, and Mrs. Chen poked her head out, smiled when she saw it was them, quickly opened the door, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ji, Ran Ran, why are you here?"
"I haven't been here to visit you two elders for a while. I happened to have some questions about the music that I wanted to ask Mr. Chen, so I came over. Oh, yes, I brought you some fruits and cakes." Tang Ji raised the gift in his hand.
Shaked.
He found that Jiang Ran was still in the shadow of the last assassination, so he thought of taking her out to relax, but she took the initiative to practice piano at Professor Chen's house, so he had no choice but to follow.
Jiang Ran's eyelashes moved slightly and she gave a standard bow.
Mrs. Chen hurriedly called the two of them in and said with a smile: "Come here as soon as you come. What are you bringing? Don't spend money randomly next time."
Tang Ji glanced at Pang Qing, who was following not far behind him, and said, "Uncle Pang, come in and have a cup of tea."
"Hehe, okay." Pang Qing has basically become Tang Ji's personal bodyguard now. At least he will not leave his ten-step range until he catches the assassin. He replied with a silly smile and followed quickly.
Not long after, Professor Chen, who was practicing calligraphy, noticed the figures of several people and was about to speak, but Tang Ji beat him to it.
"Mr. Chen, do you know if any wealthy family named Tang in Kyoto has ever lost a child?"
After listening to his question, Professor Chen put down the brush in his hand and replied: "What? Is it possible that you are still a kid from Beijing?"
Even so, he still looked up at the ceiling and thought quietly. After a while, he shook his head and replied: "There are so many wealthy families in Kyoto, and I only know the families of officials, but I want to satisfy you."
The requirements mentioned...are not..."
Public security in Beijing has always been strict, and the people are not guaranteed. But if a wealthy family loses a child, it can be found in a few hours at most.
Tang Ji nodded thoughtfully, it seemed that he had to accept the setting of being an orphan without a father or a mother.
After a while, he stopped thinking and adjusted his expression. He noticed the large cursive characters on the rice paper in front of him. He gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good calligraphy! Definitely good calligraphy that only everyone can write!"
No matter what, it is right to praise this old man first.
But soon, he realized something was wrong and said curiously: "But Mr. Chen, you are very angry today. As a literary scholar, you actually wrote such disgusting things."
"Unsightly?" Professor Chen tilted his head and asked in confusion.
Tang Ji pointed to the handwriting that was not yet dry and said, "Isn't this what you wrote like 'go to hell'?"
Hearing this, Professor Chen shouted angrily: "This is 'Chunchi Yanyun'!"
Listening to the commotion in the study, Jiang Ran and Mrs. Chen, who were sitting in the courtyard chatting, looked at each other and smiled.
...
Some people are happy and some are sad. As lively as Professor Chen's house is, the Lin family's mansion is deserted. The servants in the mansion are extremely cautious, fearing that their master will take out his anger on themselves.
Lin Zican and his men raped women on the street and were immediately arrested and imprisoned. The county magistrate Yan Jiong quickly solved the case and sentenced him to three months.
Lin Kunping both gave gifts and apologized, but it had no effect at all.
At this time, he was sitting on the sandalwood square chair in the back hall, with a solemn look on his face, and punched the table twice in annoyance: "This guy surnamed Yan received many benefits from me before, but now he turns his back and refuses to recognize me!"
Butler Luo, who was standing behind him, lowered his head and reminded softly: "She is just a prostitute from a brothel. It is her blessing to be favored by the young master."
"Shut up!" Lin Kunping had a headache when he heard this. He suddenly regretted not teaching his son properly, but instead pampering him all the time, which led to the situation developing to this point.
However, in the final analysis, it was still because of Tang Ji. Ever since that kid appeared, the Lin family had not had a good life for a few days. He said angrily: "Didn't that guy named Zhu say there was a way to get Tang Ji out of the Jianghai Chamber of Commerce? How long has it been?"
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As long as there is no protection from that bitch Yue Shuhua, a weak scholar can be eliminated at any time.
Butler Luo bowed slightly and replied: "Old slave, go hurry him now."
"Humph, there is also the Jianghai Chamber of Commerce. They have been proud for so long. It's time for Yue Shuhua to suffer a little." Lin Kunping's scheming eyes showed cunning, and then turned fierce.