Feng Menglong is very literary and knowledgeable, but his journey of imperial examinations is very difficult. He was only given a tribute student this year and was given a position as a coach in Dantu County. Although he seemed to be over 60 years old, he was a white-bearded and white-haired elder, but his actual age was only fifty-six years old.

Qian Yiqun has been watching "Three Words and Two Shoots" since junior high school and is a fan of Feng Menglong. Qian Yiqun, who was originally a little impatient with Mr. Feng, immediately became enthusiastic after knowing that Mr. Feng was born, and there were signs of a recurrence of a literary and teenager's illness. One old and one young man verbally made a fuss, and soon he became a friend of age.

However, Feng Menglong only regards novels, lyrics, music, and music as a joke, and is not very concerned about "Lin Jing Zhi Yue". What is really interested in is formulating a set of common norms throughout the world.

"Measure the treasures of the world and examine the heroes of ancient and modern times." Feng Menglong was slightly drunk and revealed his thoughts, "The sea embraces all rivers and makes one's words. I don't know when I can get what I want..."

Qian Yiqun can quite understand what Mr. Feng means. This world is a real world, unlike the novels and stories I read in my previous life. No matter what faction or inheritance, it is a unified set of power system upgrade standards. In this way, readers will feel relaxed and the protagonist will be motivated to make a living.

However, the basic law of the real world is that there are thousands of people and thousands of faces. No matter who has arrogance, he will cherish it himself, and he is unwilling to change the things passed down by ancestors of all generations, and some are even unwilling to let outsiders know. If you tell them the name of the unified power system, who is willing to pay attention to you?

Furthermore, there is a characteristic of practicing secret methods. A person's realm is not constant. Before becoming a saint, he will always shake his mind due to some external reasons. Today I will give you a wise man, and tomorrow I will see that he has fallen into an ordinary person, and then breaks through the bottleneck to become a supreme person... This is too unserious.

There is a problem with the idea of ​​establishing a standardized system, and there is basically no feasibility, which has led to the successors of the Wentang in history who eventually died of depression and failed to do so.

Qian Yiqun didn't want to say anything at first, but seeing an old man doing such a thing so persistently, he always felt a little embarrassed. He thought for a while and said, "Mr. Youlong, if you want to use your own things, it is nothing more than the four words "take advantage of the situation". The gentleman only thinks about his own things, but does not analyze what others want, which is really unwise."

"My friend Jiuyi, isn't it good for me to dominate the world?" Feng Menglong's eyes were drunk and a little unhappy.

Qian Yiqun also drank two more cups and couldn't control his tongue. He said straight: "Mr. Youlong, like Wuyu and Mandarin. We all speak Wuyu between our hometowns. If there are outsiders, we can communicate in Mandarin. To put it bluntly, you just want to make a secret official language, right?"

"Yes, what I am saying is indeed incisive." Feng Menglong was excited, "Otherwise, everyone would talk to each other and would inevitably be in conflict and attack, which would be unfavorable for future generations!"

"That's it. The official language is in the official family." Qian Yiqun burped, "Where is the official family, it is in the official family. I wonder if Shiyantang is in the secret world, is it like the official family in the world?"

Feng Menglong is a man who is well-versed in the past and modern times. He knew that since the Zhou Dynasty had been elegant, the official language has been changing with the capital. The only exception is that the Ming Dynasty's official language is actually Fengyang dialect, which means that the Zhu family does not forget its roots. But in fact, even the emperor can't speak Fengyang dialect, and he still speaks Beiyu. He figured this out, and tears fell down his clothes, which made everyone feel uneasy.

"It probably won't be that day." Feng Menglong cried.

"It may not be possible," Qian Yiqun looked at Feng Menglong and said, "Actually, you didn't find your advantage."

Feng Menglong suddenly stopped the car: "What are the advantages you mentioned?"

"Novels, mixed living."

There is no television, the Internet, and the leisure of scholars is nothing more than novels, tanci, opera, and chess and cards. Among these four, the proportion of the first three is the largest. Who is Feng Menglong? He was originally a cultural industry worker, so why can't he carry the things he wants to promote and sell private goods?

"Look, if you write a story about returning to your home yard these few days, when you talk about the bitter world, you only say that he has attained the Great Arhat fruit, which is equal to the highest level of the human being. When you talk about Gao Ren, you say that he is at the small Golden Immortal fruit, which is equal to the lowest level of the human being. In this way, the listener will have a high or low mind. When you encounter such a thing in the future, you will distinguish it by your "five-person realm." Qian Yiqun said it clearly with metaphors.

"Actually, Gao Ren is slightly higher than Monk Kuchen..." Feng Menglong murmured with a drunk look on his face.

Qian Yiqun waved his hand: "Give it an example, just an example! Brother, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand a little, understand a little." Feng Menglong gradually sat straight, "If I wrote these in novels, sings, and songs, wouldn't many secrets be promoted?"

"As the saying goes, when the false is true, the true is false, and there is no place to do nothing but there is no." Qian Yiqun pointed to the chicken, and Yang Ai, who was serving the side, hurriedly delivered it to his mouth.

The extremely satisfied Mr. Qian chewed the chicken and said, "People outside the door will watch the fun, and those inside the door will see the trick. In my opinion, the gentleman can publish a book called "Mo Hanzhai Zhiyi" to write secrets and stories, people, and people. Let others read legends of the Jin and Tang dynasties, and we reported to the government office at that time. They read novelty, we read the news. Isn't it great to get what we need?"

When Feng Menglong heard this section, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Miao Ce! Miao Ce! Mo Hanzhai only talks about foolish people, and only those who are friends know the meaning!"

"Yes, it is published regularly, and everyone has hope." Qian Yiqun took the fashion weekly set of the previous life, and felt that his mind was full of rapeseed flowers, so talented!

"But, I'm afraid I'm not going to maintain it." Feng Menglong's excitement suddenly fell.

"Carry more disciples and open two more carved book clubs. You can still make money if you print books at that time." Qian Yiqun said.

Feng Menglong shook his head repeatedly and said, "I can't afford it, but I can't afford it. My brother doesn't know that this book has the least profit and cannot afford any disciples. But it doesn't matter. Once it is printed, other books will also transfer it, which will naturally expand its reputation."

Qian Yiqun immediately sobered up and said to himself: Yes, now there is no copyright awareness, booksellers can’t make much money to publish books, and authors can’t make much money to write books. Many people just copy them by hand, but some of them are pirated and spread them widely, causing many scholars to starve to death? It’s really time to go to Avici Hell!

"Why are Mr. Feng worried about those blocked things?" Xu Fo smiled, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Wen, do you think Mr. Feng is holding a golden brick to eat?"

Of course, Zhou and Wen understood. Zhou Zhengqing was quite generous and said immediately: "I have two bookstores under my family, which only carved some collections of essays and Buddhist scriptures by my father. No one is taking care of them on weekdays. If Mr. Feng is useful, just use them."

Qian Yiqun sighed in his heart: It turns out that he is a rich child, and the two publishing houses and printing factories are just for people to use...

Wen Yunhe smiled and said, "I am not as generous as Brother Yude. I am willing to invest in the amount of 500 taels of silver to jointly plan this matter. I wonder if Mr. Feng sees him?"

Qian Yiqun took a breath and thought in his mind: If 500 taels of silver were exchanged for RMB, it would cost 300,000 to 400,000 yuan! Everyone chatted casually at the dinner table, and you had decided on such a big project, don’t you have to go home and say it? It’s true that they are children of wealthy families!

Xu's mother laughed and said, "If I were to collect the shares, I would never miss my share. I would not dare to overshadow Master Wen when I returned home, so I would pay 400 taels, how about it?"

Qian Yiqun was completely drunk by the "silver" on the table, and said in his heart: If this matter can be done, it may have a greater influence than I thought... How can I get a share of the pie?

Qian Yiqun thought about it and slammed his head on the table, making a snoring sound, pretending to be unable to bear the power to get drunk. As soon as he was drunk, the atmosphere of the banquet was completely gone. Xu Fo asked Yang Ai and another beautiful prostitute to help Qian Yiqun go back to his room to rest, and the banquet here soon ended.

Qian Yiqun lay on the bed and let Yang Ai take off his clothes. The hot silk scarf wiped his face and hands and feet, and fell asleep comfortably. The last thought in his mind was to go to Zhou Zhengqing to fight Qiufeng tomorrow morning, and no matter how he borrowed a chicken to lay eggs, he would not miss this good thing.

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Chapter completed!