Datang romantic little landlord

The power of the aristocratic family headed by Qiwang with five surnames mainly lies in the local area.Relying on its power, wealth, and prestige, it controls local politics, enjoys superior political and social status, and competes with imperial power.

But in terms of his status and titles above the court, they are far behind. Naturally, Li Er would not grant high officials and titles to officials from aristocratic families.

Even Zheng Yuanshou, the Patriarch of the Zheng Clan in Xingyang, is just a third-rank official Honglu Siqing.

And the disciples of these aristocratic families, in fact, have no official titles, let alone titles, so if you really want to talk about it, they are nothing more than white bodies.

It's different from Cheng Chumo's group of dandies, although Cheng Chumo and the others don't have titles, each of these dandies has official positions conferred by the court. Although most of them are empty titles, it also shows Li Er's attitude.

Usually, how could someone be so ignorant, asking Wang Ziqiao and others what official position and title they are?

The five surnames and seven Wangs are the best identities of the legitimate sons of these aristocratic families.

"You, are you humiliating us?" Wang Ziqiao roared angrily.

Li Wangyou reached out his hand and took out his goldfish amulet from his bosom, and shook it in front of Wang Ziqiao and the others: "Do you see clearly? A certain is the baron of Jianguo County of Tang Dynasty, titled Huxian, you white bodies, do you know?" High and low? Why don't you salute to someone?"

"You..." His words made Wang Ziqiao and the others speechless.

Li Wangyou is now the Baron of Founding County conferred by Li Erzhi, logically speaking, the few of them should bow down to Li Wangyou.

But Wang Ziqiao and the others, how could they be willing to bow their heads to Li Wangyou, and they looked at each other before turning around and leaving.

"Stop! Are you going to leave after tearing up a certain book?"

"How are you doing?"

Li Wangyou said: "Didn't the adults in your family teach you to apologize for destroying other people's things?"

But Wang Ziqiao chuckled: "Apology? Who can afford the apology from my five surnames, Qiwang? Just rely on this shopkeeper? Just ask him, if he dares to ask for my apology?"

Upon hearing his words, Fangzhu Sun quickly waved his hands: "I can't afford it, I can't afford it, the nobles don't say that."

Fangzhu Sun's confession was naturally not beyond Li Wangyou's expectation.A merchant, how can he go against the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes.

Not to mention a small bookshop owner, even a rich family like the Qiu family in Chang'an, Zhang Liang, the Duke of Changping, asked for his paintings, and he could only obediently offer them with both hands.

Li Wangyou ignored Fangzhu Sun, just stared at Wang Ziqiao and said, "The book you tore just now was consigned by someone in the bookshop, and it has nothing to do with the owner of the bookshop. Let me ask you, do you pay or not?"

"So what if you pay? So what if you don't pay?"

"It's easy to talk about compensation, to apologize, and let this matter go. If you don't pay, then please feel free, and I will ask your adults for compensation." Li Wangyou shook the goldfish charm in his hand again to Wang Ziqiao and the others , indicating your identity.

With his title of Founding County Male, even the Wang family in Taiyuan, who are now on the same level as him, are the elders of Wang Ziqiao and others.The sons of their prostitutes are said to be of noble status, but in terms of the laws of the Tang Dynasty, they are no different from ordinary white bodies.

Li Wangyou's words made Wang Ziqiao and the others almost vomit blood. According to him, the four of them were ashamed.

Apologies needless to say, today the face of the aristocratic family has been trampled to the ground by Li Wangyou.

And if they don't pay, Li Wangyou really wants to rely on his identity to come to the door and forcefully ask for an explanation, but it will be even more embarrassing.

Being approached by a young man to see the "parents" to complain, the four of them really don't have to hang out in Chang'an City in the future.

Wang Ziqiao, Cui Daogu, Cui Hong, and Lu Siyang were forced into a corner by Li Wangyou at this time, in a dilemma.

When he was at a loss, Cui Daogu accidentally caught a glimpse of the pile of the Three Kingdoms and the fragmented copies on the ground that were torn up by Wang Ziqiao. Thinking of Mr. Sun Fangzhu's introduction before, he couldn't help turning his eyes, and said sophistry.

"Men from Hu County, this is the book you wrote? Hmph, as a man from the founding county of the Tang Dynasty, he didn't want to serve the sage, but to write such hearsay and low-level novels is really insulting to the gentlemen. No. We also tear up this book for the sake of the sage, just because we don’t want you, Mr. Hu County, to lose your mind and go astray.”

Novels, in ancient China, have indeed been criticized poorly and are in a suppressed position.

"Hanshu."Yiwenzhi" said: "The stream of novelists is based on barnyard officials; the gossip in the streets is created by those who listen to the words."

It means that what novelists do is to record the folk gossip and hearsay, and they are regarded as not in the stream, and they are not doing their job properly.

Although Cui Daogu was making sophistry, what he said was also the common understanding of novels by Tang Shilin at that time.

Li Wangyou was unmoved at all, rolled his eyelids: "So what? What do you care what I wrote? What does it have to do with you? What's the matter with you?"

Ma Zhou also interjected indignantly, "Even if my master writes a storybook novel, it is still a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. How can it be called not popular? This "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is a rare masterpiece that will be famous forever! "

Cui Daogu, Wang Ziqiao and others listened to Ma Zhou's words, but they laughed so hard.

"Haha, a storybook novel is going to be famous forever, you master and apprentice are not afraid to speak big words, Feng Da flashed his tongue."

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that this hearsay novel can also become a work handed down from generation to generation. Today is really an eye-opener."

"Why don't you let the scholarly scholars take a look, is this novel just playful?"

Li Wangyou didn't even bother to lift his eyelids at the cynicism of Wang Ziqiao and the others.

"I'll ask you again, to pay or not to pay?"

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"If you tear up a broken book that no one cares about, what will you do?" Faced with Li Wangyou's pressing question, Wang Ziqiao also went all out, and with a sting in his neck, he replied forcefully.

Li Wangyou gave him a contemptuous look: "No one cares? Are you qualified to evaluate my book?"

"Why can't I say that? There are so many such unrefined novels piled up in the bookstore. Li Wangyou, are you planning to sell them as paper to wipe your butt?" Wang Ziqiao mocked and pointed The stack of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the bookstore sneered.

"Haha, why don't I give out a lot of copper coins, and just sell these books that no one cares about as waste paper, and it's okay to use them to light fire." Cui Daogu also joked.

Lu Siyang and Cui Hong also laughed endlessly, nodding their heads in agreement.

Both Ma Zhou and Yan Liben were so enraged by this group of dandies from aristocratic families that they almost ran away. To humiliate Li Wangyou like this is to humiliate them both.

However, Li Wangyou stopped the two of them who ran away violently, and only smiled contemptuously at the ridicule of Wang Ziqiao and others: "Since you all keep saying that no one cares about a certain book, why don't you make a bet?"

"Gambling? What do you want to bet on?" Upon hearing the word "gambling", Wang Ziqiao and the others suddenly had a bad feeling.

Whether it was in the Zoroastrian Temple or the brothel of the Pingkangfang Painting Building, they bet with Li Wangyou twice, but they all lost.

Wang Ziqiao's face was even more ugly, remembering the bet with Li Wangyou, saying that he would stay away from him.

Li Wangyou looked at Wang Ziqiao meaningfully: "Just bet on how many copies of this "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" can be sold in ten days, how about it?"

"Okay, let's bet that your book will sell less than [-] copies in ten days, how about it? How dare you bet?" Hearing what Li Wangyou said, Wang Ziqiao couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he immediately proposed a The conditions of the bet are extremely difficult and impossible to fulfill.

After he finished speaking, Cui Daogu and the others also laughed and said in agreement: "Yes, we will bet that you will sell less than [-] copies of this broken book in ten days. How about it, Hu County man, do you dare to bet?"

Ma Zhou couldn't help being anxious: "How dare you speak such nonsense? How is it possible to sell [-] copies a day?"

"Haha, what does this have to do with us? Didn't Huxian Nan want to bet on the sales of his book? Our conditions are like this. Whether you dare to bet is up to you! If you don't dare to bet, then I have no time to wait." I will grind my teeth with you, so I will bid farewell!"

Wang Ziqiao thought he had a plan, grabbed Li Wangyou's painful foot, taunted Ma Zhou, and then prepared to call the others to leave.

"Wait! You haven't said what the bet is!" Li Wangyou suddenly stopped them.