The Red Mansions

Chapter 12 Linjiang Immortal

Hanmozhai

Jia Heng cupped his hands towards the old man and said, "The old man invites you."

The old man was dressed in a silk shirt, with gray hair and strong cheekbones. He nodded slightly at Jia Heng, and asked with some scrutiny in his old eyes, "Master, are you going to sell the manuscript?"

Jia Heng smiled and said: "Just come here to ask, if the old man doesn't like it, it's just a joke."

The old man twisted his beard under his chin, smiled, and said, "I don't know what manuscript it is, can you show it?"

His master likes these romance painting books the most, and repeatedly told him that if there are new story painting books, he must show them to her.

Jia Heng paused, a little embarrassed, said: "I haven't written this yet."

The old man's expression was a little strange, and his expression was a little worried, and said: "Young master, is it possible that you are looking for old people's entertainment?"

Jia Heng said: "Old Mr. Haihan, the manuscript is indeed not written yet, but the story has already been prepared, the old gentleman may have a pen and paper here, wait for a while, and immediately write a chapter for the old gentleman to read."

Seeing this, the old man was taken aback by Jia Heng's seriousness, couldn't help laughing, and said, "My lord is really a wonderful person."

He told the guy next to him, "Go find a pen and paper."

The guy responded and hurriedly took the order.

The old man smiled and said, "I've heard that Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps. Is this an example of the ancients' elegance?"

This Hanmozhai was originally opened by the owner behind him for the convenience of collecting ancient books. He was here just to read books, but he hadn't met such an interesting young man for a long time.

Jia Heng smiled and said: "I don't dare to be more talented than the ancients, but I did not deceive the old man just now, and I am already confident about this manuscript."

Think about those writers who wrote online articles in the previous life, with thousands of words an hour, they really wrote a pen, eloquently.

Not long after, the buddy came with a pen and paper.

At this time, some young scholars who bought books came to Hanmozhai in twos and threes. When they heard the movement here, some of them gathered around to watch.

Among them was a young man in a green shirt, about twenty years old, with a refined face and warm eyes, holding a folding fan in his hand and a jade pendant hanging around his waist. The blue-robed youth whispered: "Brother Wendu, this brother, is he going to make poetry? I don't want such an elegant thing, we met in this Hanmo Studio."

These two are the supervising students of Shenjing Guozijian. They have no classes today, so they went to Hanmozhai to hang out and buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

On this side, Jia Heng thanked the clerk, took the pen and paper, dipped the inkstone in the inkstone, spread out the paper as white as snow, and began to write.

He originally wanted to write about Shooting the Condors, but the words of Shooting the Condors are the vernacular of later generations. He was afraid that it would be difficult to be elegant and arouse criticism. Especially seeing that Zhou Fang gradually gathered some scholars, he rewrote the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, half of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms The text is not white, and the description with words has the charm of classic history books.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero……"

Therefore, the history of Fang Shijie is somewhat different from that of Huaxia in the previous life. Yang Shen in the Ming Dynasty did exist. During the Jiajing period of the previous Ming Dynasty, there was also a big dispute over etiquette.

However, Yang Shen's fate track is different from his previous life, he was not exiled in Yunnan, and this Linjiang Immortal has never appeared. Of course, even if it did appear, there is nothing to blame for quoting other people's poems in the book.

But as soon as Linjiang Xian came out, the crowd who were watching were all surprised when they saw it.

"This Que Linjiang Immortal, is really generous and tragic, soul-stirring, seems like a new word? And this word is sparse and open, with a sharp edge, like a sword, axe, and silver hook painted on iron... It really has a lot of skill." With aggressive eyes, he looked at the young man in green shirt and asked in a low voice, "Brother Han, you have a lot of friends, do you know who this brother is?"

Young Master Qingshan shook his head, his face was also surprised, and he said in a low voice: "I also look very nervous, just ask later."

Jia Heng wrote Linjiang Immortals in regular script, with smooth strokes and swift strokes. After the writing of Linjiang Immortals, he began to write "The general trend of the world, when divided for a long time, it must be united, and when it is united for a long time, it must be divided..."

I have been writing for a while, thousands of words, and it took more than an hour to write more than a dozen sheets. After finishing one sheet, I passed it on. From the hands of the old man of Hanmozhai, after a while, three or five people onlookers circulated it to each other. It's not boring.

The sound of tut tut admiration is endless.

There are those whose words of praise are sharp and sharp, those whose words are broad-minded and freehand, and those whose emotional plots start vigorously.

"What a trio of brothers in Taoyuan! The meeting of the wind and the cloud, the acquaintance of the monarch and his ministers, makes people fascinated leisurely." The blue-robed youth with a literary expression praised the festival.

Jia Heng put down his pen, squeezed his sore wrist, and thought to himself, this method of copying is really not ordinary tiring.

The old man said with a smile: "Young master is really unexpected, haven't you asked the young master's name?"

Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "I'm Jia Heng."

"My surname is Jia?" Han Hui, the young man in green shirt, looked at the young man with Wendu on his face, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yu, his surname is Jia, isn't it?"

Yu Zhen nodded and said, "The surname Jia in Beijing seems to have no other place except the one on that street."

This is the platoon of Ning Rong Ergong in Dahan Shenjing, the two houses and eight households, and all the Jia surnames in the capital, seven or eight out of ten are the descendants of the Jia family.

There was a strange look in the old man's eyes, and he also had a guess in his heart, that is, he asked the buddy to give Jia Heng a cup of fragrant tea, and pondered: "Mr. Jia's manuscript, how many follow-ups are there?"

Jia Heng took a sip of tea, knowing that the old man was already tempted, he said with a smile: "One hundred and twenty times."

The old man was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "Please take a step to speak, my lord."

As he said that, he asked someone to clean up, then took a stack of manuscripts and headed towards the second floor.

Jia Heng nodded, put down the teacup, and followed the old man to the second floor.

On this side, Han Hui and Yu Zhen looked at each other, Han Hui smiled and said, "We'll go there after Brother Jia finishes talking."

Yu Zhen frowned and said: "Jia's family has a high lintel, and the children always have their eyes above the top, so I'm afraid it's not easy to make friends with."

Han Hui smiled and said, "Brother Wendu, look at this brother Jia's attire, he looks like he came from the second residence of Rongning?"

Yu Zhen's expression suddenly changed, and he said, "So that's how it is."

"Back then, the second son of Rongning and Ning was in the eighth house of Beijing. After several generations, many of them had distant relatives. Yu Ningrong's second mansion was almost like a neighbor. If this brother Jia Heng really came from the second mansion, he wouldn't be so short of money. This text is exchanged for silver."

Yu Zhen smiled and said, "Brother Han is right."

Regardless of the two people's guesses about Jia Heng's identity, Jia Heng followed the old man into the second floor. There were still rows of bookcases on the second floor, but there was an elegant house near the window. The old man entered first, and said with a smile: "Jia Heng Young master, please."

The host is seated.

Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "You are welcome, old gentleman."

The old man smiled and said: "Old Liu Tong, Mr. Jia can call me shopkeeper Liu."

Jia Heng said politely that he didn't dare, and called Mr. Liu.

Liu Tongtong: "I beg your pardon, Mr. Jia is from Ningrong Street?"

Jia Heng nodded, and said: "Old Mr. Liu has eyes, Heng is the empress of Ningguo."

The old man was surprised and said: "It turns out that after Duke Ning, it's no wonder that he was able to write such a majestic and magnificent prose, and he was disrespectful just now."

Jia Heng smiled lightly, and said: "Heng's lineage is not the direct lineage of Ningguo Changfang, otherwise, he would not have come to the old man."

Liu Tong said with a smile: "But the blood on the son is not Ning Guogong's blood?"

Jia Heng's face paused slightly, and he sighed in his heart. This is what makes people speechless.

No matter what he does in the future, whether he joins the army in the imperial examination or is an official butcher, everyone will naturally associate him with the Jia family in the eyes of the world.

Liu Tong said with a smile: "Young Master Jia, this picture book is not bad, but about the Three Kingdoms, there are also some operas, storytelling and drums in the picture book, I'm afraid it won't be able to get the effect of novelty."

The next step is the formal business negotiation process. The shopkeeper Liu Tong first said that the manuscript was not novel enough to facilitate the next step to lower the price.

(End of this chapter)