When he looked up, he saw a dark-skinned, fat man piled into a ball, hiding on the steps outside the threshold.
He is the cook of Wei Mansion.
Wei Zheng knows a lot about cooks.
However, the cook was holding a book in his hand and was reading it with gusto.
This shocked Wei Zheng.
As far as he knew, the cook in the house was illiterate.
Then read a bird's egg!
"Ahem..."
Wei Zheng coughed.
The cook turned his head and immediately became proud: "Oh, sir, this "On Politics" is really well written. The heat of my article is just right."
Is the heat just right?
You thought it was cooking.
Wei Zheng asked with a dark face: "Have you seen it all?"
"See it all!"
"understood!"
“Basically understood!”
Wei Zheng couldn't bear it anymore and stared at the book in the cook's hand: "You have knocked down the book!"
ah?
The cook looked confused.
Is the book still right?
No one told me!
He was dumbfounded and ran to the kitchen.
It's so embarrassing.
Wei Zheng shouted: "Come back!"
The cook ran back, his head hanging down: "Master!"
"Bring the book here!"
"oh!"
The cook handed over the book and ran away.
Wei Zheng took the book over and found that it was very thick.
He was puzzled. Including Mr. Fang's twenty articles, there were only thirty-six articles.
How can such a thick book be printed?
He looked at the cover.
On the cover, in addition to the two big words "Argument", there are many small words:
The official career of an imperial censor.
The story the prime minister had to tell.
Three wonderful books that the Tang Dynasty will regret for the rest of its life if it is not read.
…
Just a simple sentence can arouse great interest in people.
Not to mention, even Wei Zheng was curious about what was written in this book after reading it.
However, if you use this method to attract people, I'm afraid it will damage your own image.
He opened the book.
His face suddenly turned dark.
He also understood why such a thick book could be printed out of just thirty-six articles.
Because, inside, one article needs to be accompanied by seven or eight pictures.
These pictures were something Wei Zheng had never seen before.
There are only a few strokes, but the expression is vivid.
For example, there is a picture after the first article, called: Picture of the imperial censor when he was a child.
With just a few strokes, he sketched a little fat man standing in the sun, with two hairs on his head, holding his own sparrow and peeing on a grass.
Absolutely amazing.
When others see it, it's hard not to laugh.
Wei Zheng staggered and almost fell down: "How can this be true? How can this be true... Du He, this kid, just sells books. Why does he want to do this to me? After reading this book, people all over the world think that when I was a child He looks like this? My entire reputation has been ruined, all ruined."
The housekeeper was shocked: "Master..."
Then he quickly helped Wei Zheng back to the yard and sat down.
Wei Zheng almost fainted several times.
Just now, he was still full of joy, thinking that he had made three hundred coins in vain and could become famous through it.
But now, he regrets it.
If I had known this, I should not have been threatened by Du He, and I should not have written those articles in the Laiguo Palace.
"well……"
"What a sin!"
Wei Zheng felt that he was sick.
I can't find any strength all over my body.
It didn't get better until dark.
A figure took advantage of the last ray of light to carry a box and entered Wei Zheng's yard.
When he saw Wei Zheng lying under the eaves, sighing and feeling sick, the man was shocked, rushed up and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Zheng opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "So it's Shu Yu?"
The person who came was none other than the current Wannian County Magistrate, Wei Shuyu.
The housekeeper hurriedly greeted: "The second young master is back."
Wei Zheng saw Wei Shuyu sweating profusely and asked, "Shuyu, you're coming back as soon as you come back. What are you doing carrying a box?"
Boom.
Wei Shuyu put down the box and said proudly: "Dad, this is the book I brought you, a box of "On Political Affairs". You still don't know that today, the entire "On Political Affairs" in Chang'an City has been sold out. This is my Go to Datang Study Hall..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the butler's exclamation.
The butler shouted: "Master..."
Wei Shuyu looked down and saw that Wei Zheng had fainted.
Wei Shuyu was surprised and said: "Butler, what's going on? When I left home yesterday, wasn't my father still fine?"
The housekeeper glanced at Wei Shuyu and did not dare to blame him. He just said: "Second Young Master, you still don't know, right now, I can't see the book "On Politics". For this book, I am sitting here and scolding you." Prince Consort Du said all afternoon that if anyone mentioned this book in front of him in the future, he would break their legs..."
Wei Shuyu: "..."
The steward briefly explained what happened today.
Only then did Wei Shuyu realize that what Wei Zheng was interested in was the pictures in the book.
After a long while, Wei Zheng woke up again.
He pointed at Wei Shuyu and shouted: "You bastard, get out of here."
Wei Shuyu grabbed Wei Zheng's hand and said eagerly: "Dad, you misunderstood... Your worries are unnecessary. No one cares about the pictures in this book. Now, everyone outside is praising your articles."
Wei Zheng said leisurely: "They must be saying that I am a royal censor, but I have no form...Huh? What did you just say?"
Wei Shuyu repeated the words.
Wei Zheng was a little surprised: "You mean, someone is praising my article now?"
Wei Shuyu nodded: "Yes, Dad, you don't know. Datang Study has printed a total of two thousand books, and they were all sold out this afternoon. Now, many people want to buy this book, but there is no book to buy." ...Many people are praising your articles. They say that you are the reincarnation of Wenquxing, otherwise you would not be able to write such good articles..."
"What about Mr. Fang?"
"Too……"
Wei Zheng curled his lips.
Fang Xiang is a good hand in governing the country.
How can you be my opponent when it comes to articles?
These people are ignorant!
However, he said: "According to you, no one cares about those paintings?"
Wei Shuyu said: "Of course some people read it, but no one takes it seriously. I asked Brother Du and he said that those paintings are just seasoning for the article and have no effect."
bass.
Wei Zheng stood up immediately.
The housekeeper was shocked: "Oh, sir, your illness is cured."
Wei Zheng nodded: "I feel that there is no problem, and I am full of strength."
It only took half a day, but Wei Zheng's mood was full of ups and downs.
The housekeeper was stunned.
I saw Wei Zheng wave his hand: "Good son, take this box of "On Politics" to the study room quickly. Dad wants to read it carefully."
Wei Shuyu was dumbfounded: "Dad, aren't these all articles written by you yourself?"
Wei Zheng scolded: "What do you know? Master said, review the past and learn the new. Can't you review your father's articles?"