Eight Hundred and Five: Maru State, Go Home (3)

Sitting next to Wei Cita, Zhang Ping murmured, "I really can't figure it out, why do the people like your story so much?"

Mr. Yuan Jing's high-achieving student, what a high-ranking status, but this guy went to write a market storybook.

Just write it, but this guy still likes to hang people's appetites, squeeze a little bit every day, chasing people's hearts and lungs.

I can't wait to lock Wei Ci in a small dark room, give him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urge him to write a table full of bamboo slips every day.

If you don't fill it up, you won't get food.

"After all, it's for the common people. It's so blunt that they don't understand it at all. Rather than that, it's better to use the vernacular. Its melody is high, but it's gentle. It's impossible for the people to be interested in what they don't understand. Since it is written for them, it is natural to cater to their habits. It can be regarded as both refined and popular... People can understand and listen to it, and this is considered success."

In the eyes of outsiders, Wei Ci's move is not doing his job properly.

In fact, the family is also one of the hundreds of schools of thought, but it is criticized and looked down upon by others.

There is a saying in an ancient book: The family members flow out of the barnyard officials, and the gossip in the streets and alleys is created by hearsayers.

In terms of translation, it means that the home is to record the people's street talk and report it to the superiors, and it is regarded as not popular.

Wei Ci in his previous life was also prejudiced against this, but His Majesty vigorously promoted the family, and for this reason he even supported several celebrities of the family.

His Majesty's move aroused opposition and criticism from the speaker, but she ignored it, and instead wrote a few books herself, slapping the speaker in the face with facts.

Wei Ci pondered carefully, only then did he discover her deep meaning.

Home, may not be unpopular.

Nowadays, the atmosphere is quite enlightened, and some things can be done earlier, which can save some resistance in the future.

So Wei Ci used the pseudonym "Zaichi Layman" to write several novelettes and short stories.

The plot needs to have a plot, and the content needs to have content. The plot is ups and downs and continuous, so broken that others want to strangle him to death.

Today is not the Jiang Dynasty, the script is still very scarce, the number is small, the content is difficult, and ordinary people can't understand it at all.

After Wei Ci considered the content of the script and his three views, he started working diligently.

The first one is Zhiguai, a female ghost who was wronged during her lifetime, was pitied by the gods, and returned to the sun in three days to avenge herself. The protagonist is a woman.

The second one is about talented scholars and beautiful ladies who love to hear and see. Talented scholars make soy sauce, beautiful ladies are all-round strong men, and the protagonist is still a woman.

The third chapter is an inspirational anti-war based on Duke Xu of the previous dynasty, in which the character design of the protagonist is mixed, and the protagonist is still a woman.

Then, the people unanimously decided that "Zai Chi Layman" must be a cute girl.

Wei Ci: "..."

What's not right?

In short, under the promotion of Wei Ci, a semi-official profession appeared in Maruzhou—the storyteller.

Why is it called a semi-official job?

Because the storyteller only has the permission of the state capital and stamped the seal of the state capital, the storyteller is eligible to tell stories in the restaurants and teahouses of Maruzhou. Every day, he can not only get the rewards from the people, but also get the fixed salary.

As for those storytellers who don’t have a seal, although they can find a stall to make a living, the content of the storytelling cannot involve Wei Ci. fine.

Since Wei Ci wants to use "entertainment to control public opinion", he naturally wants to try to regulate this industry.

At first, many storytellers were reluctant, but Wei Ci's anonymous writing was very popular among the common people, not only the elders loved listening to it, but also those women who had nothing to do to knit their sweaters. Ordinary storytellers are not qualified to write Marushu prefecture said this.

In order to make a living, the storyteller simply walked the bright road of the state capital.

Not to mention, this policy of the state government is still very useful.

Not only provide the latest and most popular scripts for storytellers, but also provide a fixed salary.

The storyteller no longer has to worry about not receiving a tip one day, and how the family will eat.

However, Wei Ci is a person after all, and his writing is limited to his hobbies outside of work, so he shouldn't waste too much effort.

After thinking about it, he found Cheng Cheng.

"Home?" Cheng Cheng frowned,

"What are you looking for to write?"

Wei Ci's literary talents are not low, and Cheng Cheng really can't figure out what he is doing all the time.

As a last resort, Wei Ci could only explain his plan.

Since Cheng Cheng came to Maruzhou, he has been tossing about movable type printing and engraving printing, and he also has to sort out the books that need to be printed in large quantities, and his work is very busy. To put it harshly, Cheng Cheng can be regarded as an older nerd, he doesn't work hard and doesn't know the grain, and he doesn't understand the deep meaning behind Wei Ci's move. Helpless, Wei Ci had no choice but to break up the plan and explain it carefully to Cheng Cheng, hoping to get the other party's support.

As Wei Ci expected, Cheng Cheng did not agree at first, and was even quite annoyed.

In Cheng Cheng's view, writing a book is a very serious matter. How can it be used for fun and entertainment to educate the world and pass it on for thousands of years?

As for family, Cheng Cheng also thinks it is a low-level career.

The paper produced was not used to record the history of civilization, but was used to toss these things. Wei Ci was so angry that Cheng Cheng was so angry that his beard was about to fly off.

Cheng Cheng scolded Wei Ci severely, and when his anger subsided, Wei Ci explained carefully, and Cheng Cheng's attitude gradually softened.

"Is this matter really as important as you say?"

Cheng Cheng was slightly shaken in his heart.

Wei Ci sighed, "Mr. Cheng, do you think ordinary people can understand the Tao of Confucius and Mencius? Even if a storyteller reads it all day long, the common people will not understand it. If they don't understand it, they will not be interested. Only those that suit their current situation can be accepted by them. In Ci's view, promoting vernacular scripts to ordinary people is not a blasphemy... I also ask Mr. Cheng to think carefully..."

Cheng Cheng was intellectually inclined to Wei Ci's rhetoric, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

As a last resort, Wei Ci had no choice but to take Cheng Cheng to a tea shop, where a story happened to be being told, and the people down there were mesmerized by it.

Cheng Cheng looked at it and was silent for a while.

Wei Ci said, "Mr. Cheng told them the way of Confucius and Mencius, almost no one knows about it, but if you ask the people about the contents of the scriptures, even if they only listen to them once, they can tell them in an orderly manner. You may feel that Ci is too deviant, but Ci is still I want to say one thing - Mr. Cheng wants to pass on the books and spiritual treasures in his family to future generations, but if the people can't read them, they will only benefit a few people, not all future generations. Why don't you sit on the sidelines and wait for a while?"

Cheng Cheng felt a flash of light in his mind, so fast that he almost couldn't catch it.

"That's all, just find a few for you."

Cheng Cheng looked hastily, and agreed to Wei Ci.

When everything is on the right track, the time has slipped into early summer.

The state government got the news that their lord was already at the border of Maruzhou, and he would be back in half a month.

Accompanied by this news, Jiamenguan Great Victory and Fu Wang were captured, which also reached Wei Ci's ears.

"Fu Wang?"

Wei Ci paused when he picked up the pen, and the ink dripped down, blurring the black dots.

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