Xu Yuncai didn't expect that he would receive such a surprise during his visit.
Today, I accidentally learned from others that Song Mu had arrived in Chang'an, so I immediately went to visit him with my things.
After the two met, they also had a lively conversation. Song Mu showed no airs when speaking, which made Xu Yuncai admire Song Muduo even more.
But he didn't expect that at the end, Song Mu would give himself such a big surprise.
The stories in these manuscripts are not very novel, but they are almost as fresh as a biography without fixed characters.
Moreover, in Song Mu's writing, the stories of these people are vivid enough, and each character is so vivid that you can even be drawn into it involuntarily.
What's even more valuable is that this is a folk book.
Its audience is the general public, people from thousands of industries in this society.
How could their own stories written like this not be attractive?
With just one glance, Xu Yuncai had already seen the huge value in the scrolls in his hands. His Yingxuefang had just established a foothold in Chang'an with Song Mu's "Hundred Monsters". If there was another popular folk book,
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Xu Yuncai got a little more excited for no reason...
Then Xu Yuncai raised his head and said to Song Mu.
"If Brother Song agrees to allow me to publish this book at Yingxuefang, the retouching fee will be enough at 37 to 80 cents!"
Xu Yuncai's expression was full of surprise, and his shining eyes were looking at Song Mu very enthusiastically at this moment.
Song Mu just smiled and nodded.
"Then just do everything as your brother said. This can be regarded as fulfilling one of my wishes."
Song Mu felt a little more relaxed at this moment, but he spoke helplessly.
"I just hope that this time, my story will not be distorted in any way."
Song Mu said in a deep voice, and Xu Yun was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and nodded somewhat sarcastically.
Song Mu's previous "Hundred Demons", some of the classic stories in it ended up going the same old way, lacking some educational and entertaining meaning, which also made Song Mu feel helpless.
Maybe there are some things, no matter how you make new intentions, the trend of history will lead to the same result.
It's just that this time it completely reflects the current people's livelihood story, and Song Mu doesn't want any more misinterpretations.
Xu Yuncai looked at the manuscript in his hand and asked Song Mu.
"Brother Song, I wonder what your book will be called this time?"
Song Mu raised his head and glanced at Xu Yuncai, then said with a smile.
"I have already considered this, let's call it "The Biography of the Common People"."
Xu Yuncai nodded, somewhat feeling that the title was not very impressive, but the content was outstanding. If his book store worked harder, it would be equally outstanding.
But then Song Mu took out another piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Xu Yuncai.
Xu Yuncai took it in confusion, and Song Mu said in a deep voice.
"I am brave enough to write a poem for this book as a preface."
Hearing what Song Mu said, Xu Yuncai quickly lowered his head and looked at the thing in his hand, and then read it softly.
"The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like angry waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside."
"Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant."
"It is sad that wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces were turned into dirt."
"When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."
When he finished reading this poem, Xu Yuncai felt a sudden coolness passing through his body, and his whole body felt a little solemn for a moment.
From this poem, Xu Yun could hear the feeling of countless vicissitudes of life, and after the vicissitudes of life, he seemed to be extremely helpless about the current situation.
For a moment, Xu Yuncai stood there a little at a loss. Seeing this situation, Song Mu asked with concern.
"Brother Xu, what's the problem?"
Xu Yuncai was stunned and said with emotion.
"Brother Song, I am deeply moved by your accomplishments in this poem. It would be such a waste to use it as a preface."
Song Mu smiled and shook his head. This time he looked at Tao Fengming next to him and said in a deep voice.
"This is the final insight that Master and I got after traveling a lot. I think it will be the most appropriate thing to summarize this book."
Tao Fengming also nodded slightly. When Song Mu wrote this poem, he mostly made reference to some scenes he had seen.
It was just the last sentence that had an astonishing artistic conception, which made Tao Fengming sigh and realize that what he wanted to say the most in his life was these eight words.
Xu Yuncai sighed slightly, nodded and said.
"Then I will write it down carefully."
Song Mu nodded, and Xu Yuncai couldn't wait to leave with his things. Before leaving, Xu Yuncai suddenly raised his hands towards Song Mu and said.
"Brother Song, I have an unkind invitation like this."
Song Mu signaled the other party to speak, and Xu Yuncai immediately grinned and said cautiously.
"If Brother Song becomes a Jinshi in high school by then, can we, Yingxuefang, publish the collection of Song Mu's poems?"
When Song Mu heard this, he immediately smiled, but this time he did not refuse, he just stood up and said with his hands in hand.
"Then let me borrow Brother Xu's auspicious words. If I can succeed, I will naturally leave the matter of this collection of poems to Yingxuefang."
Hearing this, Xu Yuncai was even more happy. This was a question he asked impulsively, but he could only get Song Jieyuan's hearty consent. At this moment, his face was a little excited, and he raised his hand to Song Mu many times before going out.
go out.
After Xu Yun left, Song Mu sat down again and heard Tao Fengming's voice coming slowly.
"That poem, Jing Zhao, are you really ready?"
Song Mu raised his head and met Tao Fengming's eyes. Tao Fengming lowered his eyes slightly and said softly.
"After all, it may represent your future stance."
"It can be praised, but it can also be criticized, especially now."
Song Mu just smiled slightly and took a deep breath, but there was no burden in his heart.
Song Mu wanted this poem to come out and appear on the first page of the book, no matter what the year was like.
You must know that the original author of this poem was Zhang Yanghao, who was famous at the time. This poem "Sheep on the Hillside·Tongguang Nostalgia" is a lingering memory in my mind.
Zhang Yanghao was one of the four great poets of the Yuan Dynasty and an upright official who worked hard for the people.
Although there is too much negation of the current situation in this poem, it seems to be contrary to today's world.
But even if the Wen Dynasty is slightly stable now, is the world really peaceful?
Do the people really live and work in peace and contentment?
The prosperity that fills people's heads can most easily cover up the ruin of the world.
There are also many people who criticize current affairs in the civil literature of the dynasty, but what can they do to themselves?
"Master, as a scholar of the Wen Dynasty, would you like to see the prosperity of the city the most, or the rich delicacies in the thatched cottages in the countryside?"
Song Mu did not directly answer Tao Fengming's question, but asked softly.
Tao Fengming was stunned when he heard this, and then he calmed down and nodded slightly.
Song Mu looked out the window, a little distracted this time, and just said softly.
"If someone wants to say something against me, I will argue with them, no matter who it is, no matter what the reason."
"After all, I have really seen the prosperous age that I hope for."