"It's just a school that teaches some children how to read and write. It doesn't need many people, right?"
Li Chongrun didn't know why the Xiao clan leader asked such a question. Could it be that the scholars in the Xiao family were so aloof and aloof that they couldn't care less about such a trivial matter as publishing a book, so no one wanted to come?
"There are more than a hundred men and women in Xiao's family who are willing to help the prince teach. They don't need to be a disciple, as long as they can publish a book."
Xiao Song spoke very fast, as if he was afraid that Li Chongrun would regret it.
"Your Highness, please read this." Xiao Song carefully placed the book in his hand on the desk, took a scroll from the top and opened it. Inside was an extremely dense hand-written small print, copied very neatly. "This is It is the posthumous work of a clan uncle named Xiao. His clan uncle’s exegesis is unparalleled in the world. Xiao’s selection and correction of this article took the opinions of many clan uncles. Although he is no longer here, his son, my cousin, is willing to do it for the prince. It's like a cow or a horse, as long as the uncle's legacy can be seen in the world."
Before Li Chongrun could react, Xiao Song took out another thin booklet and said, "This is a masterpiece by my classmate Zhang Ruoxu. Brother Ruoxu has great literary talent and is very good at rhythm. This metrical examination collects poems and essays from the Six Dynasties and evaluates them." It's appropriate, and with this book, the poetry is complete."
Xiao Song wanted to compliment him a little more, but suddenly he remembered that the young man in front of him became famous by writing poems, and he couldn't help but blush a little.
Seeing that he wanted to continue the introduction, Li Chongrun looked at the mountain of books he put aside and thought to himself that if he was allowed to continue talking like this, he might not be able to finish it tomorrow.
"Brother Xiao, our King's Bookstore's capacity is really limited, and my elementary school doesn't have many students at the moment. For the time being, we only have ten gentlemen."
"Ten people? Doesn't that mean we can only print ten books? Isn't that enough?" Xiao Song was a little entangled and reluctant to give up.
"Then please ask Brother Xiao to review it for you and select ten of the best works." Li Chongrun winked at Xiao Song with a smile. "Brother Xiao's family has many things to do. If you think about it, the things at home will also be affected. It’s much easier to deal with.”
Xiao Song had never considered such a thing before, but he was young and learned. Although he could be considered famous at a young age, he was not particularly able to convince others at home, so he often had headaches with complicated things at home.
Hearing Li Chongrun's straightforward instructions, Xiao Song's eyes gradually became clear, and he bowed deeply to Li Chongrun: "Xiao Song would like to thank the prince!"
"It is convenient to talk to smart people. I am waiting for the good news from Brother Xiao in Yangzhou. On the first day of March, ten gentlemen, ten books. But the ugly words are ahead. What we need this time is to enlighten some children. Enlightenment teacher, Brother Xiao, please don’t find some old scholar who has lost his book bag to be your teacher.”
Li Chongrun said in his heart that his trip was not in vain. This time he had stabbed the teacher in the nest. He was only able to help them print books for a bunch of poor scholars. Hearing the sound just now, it seemed that he was going to tear the patriarch apart. Come to think of it, he The plan to expand the school can be fully implemented.
The next day after Li Chongrun returned to Yangzhou, news suddenly came from the long-dormant Princess Villa Garden, which quickly spread throughout Yangzhou city and beyond.
"Hey, have you heard that the prince's palace is going to send an opera troupe to sing operas all over Yangzhou to pray for the prince?" Several good people in the wine shop were very enthusiastic about passing on the new news, and it instantly became the top trending search topic. One person, even the major events such as the separation of Runzhou Youlong and the Song family, which were very popular in the past few days, were covered up.
"I heard that the prince was assassinated a few days ago and is still unconscious. The lady in the mansion thought of this method. She said that she would sing throughout the seven counties of Yangzhou, and sing in each county for three days in a row."
The two, who have always been well-informed about the news, heard a few people talking about the opera in the palace, so they hurriedly came to share the news.
"Does the waiter know what song is going to be sung?"
"I heard it's a new play. It was sung once before the assassination of the prince on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month. Unfortunately, not many people heard it, and no one knew what the play was." Although the waiter said it in an extremely mysterious way, his expression revealed a bit of it.
The meaning of "I know, I'll tell you if you think of a solution" comes out.
The few good people naturally understood and ordered another pot of wine. The waiter happily brought the jug over, and then lowered his voice and said to those people: "The song is about the Legend of the White Snake, and it is about a White Snake."
The story about the monster repaying his kindness and being suppressed by the monk under the Leifeng Pagoda of Jinshan Temple in Runzhou. I heard that the white snake and the green snake were fighting with the monk on the stage, and it looked just like the real thing."
"Isn't Runzhou just across the river? I heard that there is Ganlu Temple, but where did Jinshan Temple come from?"
"My guest, you are very ignorant, aren't you? A few days ago, Buddhism rebuilt an old Southern Dynasty temple on a small island in the middle of the Runzhou River. It's called Jinshan Temple."
After selling an extra bottle of wine, the waiter was obviously a little happy and spoke much more casually. Hearing the shouts from the guests on the side, he hurriedly saluted and went to serve the next table of drinkers.
At the end of the day, he did not forget to say something to the drinkers at this table: "The singing will start at RT-Mart Lianghao after noon today. If you guests want to listen, you should hurry up."
Several good-hearted drinkers were impressed by the waiter's professionalism. They hurriedly finished the food and drinks, threw down some copper coins and went to the grain store.
The bluestone pavement in front of the Grain Hall has long been filled up by the sea of people. The Legend of the White Snake only sung for one night and then stopped, making the people of Yangzhou, who were very lacking in entertainment options, just like wine bugs who dispersed after smelling the smell of alcohol.
That makes me feel itchy.
On the second floor of Lianghao, there is a window that can see the road outside, but cannot see in from the outside. Li Chongrun, Ruiniang and his little cousin are watching the crowds of people outside.
"Wu Qi and the others have never seen such a big scene."
Li Chongrun was very satisfied with the scene of such publicity. The money he paid to the waiters in various stores was not wasted. In just one morning, all the idle people in Yangzhou City were probably here.
"These girls, I'm afraid the more people there are, the happier they will be." The little cousin is most familiar with these little girls who accompany them day and night, and knows that they are all crazy. "With their temperament, if they didn't
When people listen to it, they can’t sing very well.”
"Have you informed Mr. Wei? Li Shisan went to the young master of the Song family. The three, five, and seven others still have to contribute. The scene depends on the guards in the mansion. I'm afraid it will be difficult.
Well maintained.”
There were more and more people outside, and the order became slightly chaotic. Li Chongrun felt sorry for his girls and asked Ruiniang with a frown.
Before Ruiniang could reply, a commotion came from outside. The former captain named Song led the two hundred somewhat sloppy government soldiers to push through the crowd and vaguely surrounded the stage.
"It seems that Wei Gong has received the news." Ruiniang also breathed a sigh of relief. The prince's careful plan has just been implemented. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to deliver.
"Then let's wait for the show to begin!"
Li Chongrun said something pointedly, then stopped talking and looked at the stage outside the window, quietly waiting for the gongs to start singing.