As the most prosperous area in Chang'an City, it is crowded with people all day long, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.
"Master, come here, please take a look."
"What's this?"
A scholar looked at the broken page in his hand and couldn't help but look suspicious.
He was just walking down the street when someone shoved this thing into his hand without any explanation.
"What are the words on this?"
The scholar was a little short-sighted, so he brought the broken page to his eyes, and then he could clearly see the words on it.
"This is another fragment of a page torn from some low-quality folk reading material. It really stains people's eyes."
The scholar shook his head in disgust. The remaining pages were so densely packed with words that looked like fly droppings that he had no desire to read.
The scholar crumpled the remaining page into a ball, and was about to throw it on the roadside, but in a flash he thought that it was immoral, so he had no choice but to stuff it into his arms, and then walked to the teahouse without looking back.
One of his hobbies is to go to teahouses before and after tea to listen to scholars talk about books.
In this era of lack of entertainment, Storytellers always gathers a large number of people.
As expected, the teahouse was already packed with people, everyone was waiting to hear today's storyteller.
The scholar found a place to sit down, ordered a pot of tea, and waited patiently.
Because it was boring to wait, the scholar took out a ball of paper from his arms.
"Forget it, let's see what vulgar words are written."
Unfolding the ball of paper, the scholar struggled to read the words on it.
After reading the first line, the scholar didn't take it seriously. He just felt that the article was full of vernacular words and could not enter the elegant hall at all.
After reading the second line, the scholar changed his mind, sat up straight, and started reading seriously.
After reading the third line of text, the scholar just had to stuff the remaining page into his eyeballs. Every word on it was obviously ordinary, but when put together, there was a kind of magic that made him unable to move his eyes away.
After reading the entire article, the scholar was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
This is an extremely exciting story, with a strong sense of immersion that scholars have never experienced before.
Reading this article is like being there.
"Why only one page? Why only one page!"
The people sitting around saw the scholar shouting like crazy, and they all tried their best to stay away.
They don't want to sit too close to a madman.
"That's right! The person who gave me the fragmentary page must have the full text!"
The scholar suddenly burst out laughing and ran straight out of the teahouse.
The tea on the table remained untouched.
"It's really unlucky that I met a madman before I even read the book."
"Hey, I think most of these scholars are crazy."
"Then grandson! Who do you think is crazy?"
"No, no, brother, you misunderstood. I was talking about some scholars."
There was a lot of commotion, but it suddenly became quiet due to the appearance of the storyteller.
Everyone's eyes are focused on the storyteller, waiting for another wonderful story to come.
However, someone discovered something strange.
The storyteller who used to be carefree and carefree is now a bit embarrassed.
Not only was he disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot.
"Everyone, today I will tell you a brand new story - "The Legend of the Condor Heroes""
The storyteller's voice was also different from usual, losing a bit of leisureliness and adding a bit of enthusiasm.
The scholar rushed out of the teahouse and then started searching frantically along the street.
Finally, he found the guy who distributed the scraps to him.
"Man, where's the whole thing? Where's the whole thing!"
Seeing the scholar so crazy, the clerk was also shocked.
He glanced at the fragment of page held in the scholar's hand, and immediately realized what was happening.
"Sir, if you want "Legend of the Condor Heroes", you have to go to Mujia Newspaper Agency to buy it, but"
Before the boy could finish his next sentence, the scholar had already run away like a wild horse.
"But it's not open today."
Looking at the scholar's running figure, the clerk couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
He picked up the broken page and glanced at it. Being illiterate, he really couldn't figure out what was so attractive about this pile of fly excrement.
Today, many people have caught him and asked him like a demon.
teahouse.
"If you want to know what happened after the funeral, please go to Mujia Newspaper Office and buy "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"."
When the storyteller finished speaking, everyone stood up anxiously.
"Xu Storyteller, don't mention the Mu family newspaper first, and hurry up and tell the story!"
"That's right! If I don't finish listening to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep all day and night!"
"The reward is negotiable. At the worst, everyone can chip in and give you more. Don't be too tight-lipped about your story, so hurry up and continue telling it!"
Seeing that everyone was extremely anxious, the storyteller also sighed deeply.
He smiled bitterly and said: "Everyone, you think I don't want to go on? It's really gone."
The bottom is gone?
Everyone looked confused and looked under the storyteller.
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand quickly, "It's not that I'm gone, it's that the story is gone."
"Mujia Newspaper only gave me the first chapter of the story. If I want to read the rest of the story, I have to go to Mujia Newspaper and buy it."
As soon as the words fell, some people couldn't help but rushed out, apparently planning to go to Mujia Newspaper Agency to buy some.
The people who stayed behind were more sensible, and they guessed that going to the Mujia Newspaper Office now would probably lead to nothing.
If it could be purchased now, how could Storyteller not buy one?
"Xu Shushu, Mujia Newspaper Office is next door to my house, but it's not open." One person shouted.
The storyteller nodded and sighed: "Yes, the Mu Family Newspaper Office will officially open in three days, and then we can purchase "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"."
"Oh, I'm really anxious. I'm not satisfied with you. Ever since I read this chapter, I've been so anxious that I couldn't sleep a wink all night!"
It seems that the storyteller will have to stay awake for three nights.
The fragmented pages of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" caused more than just a stir, and even some officials were deeply involved.
Such magical works were also sent to Li Shimin by thoughtful officials.
In the palace, Li Shimin browsed the fragments of pages in his hands, his expression ranging from disdain to surprise to obsession and finally to solemnity.
"Is this written by Muchuan?"
Li Shimin looked at Wang De and asked solemnly.
Wang De nodded repeatedly, "Reporting to Your Majesty, although this book has not been signed yet, it comes from the Mu Family Newspaper Company, which is the property of Minister Mu."
"Only Mu Shilang can write such an extraordinary masterpiece."
Almost the entire book is written in vernacular, but these vernaculars, which are despised by literati, combine to create a very magical world.
Even emperors like Li Shimin almost fell into it.
This is why Li Shimin's expression is so solemn.
If Muchuan can write such an attractive story, there is no guarantee that he will one day write a very provocative essay.
This son is a troublemaker and should be eliminated immediately.
Li Shimin held the broken page tightly in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes.
