I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

He said coldly, "Did you laugh very happily just now?"

Lin Wan'er shuddered all over, squeezed out a smile, and said:

"Your Majesty, you must have misunderstood, the servant did not laugh..."

Wu Mingkong glared at her, and said angrily, "Say it again, you didn't laugh!"

Lin Wan'er lowered her head pitifully, and said aggrievedly: "I don't want to laugh, but I really can't help it."

Wu Mingkong said angrily, "Are you still wronged?"

Lin Wan'er lowered her head, not daring to speak.

"Starting today, clean the Hall of Mental Cultivation ten times a day!"

After Wu Mingkong finished speaking, he suddenly felt much happier.

"Hmph! I can't do anything against that traitor Fang Xiu, but I can't do anything against you!"

Lin Wan'er was even more aggrieved after hearing this.

"Your Majesty is a coward, being bullied by Fang Xiang, he will only vent his anger on his personal maid."

"Woooooooo..."

............

Great Zhou, Jinyang Mansion.

Jiangyue Pavilion.

Wu Yi, who had just come out of the imperial prison, and a scholar surnamed Sun walked together and found a place to sit down at random.

"Little Er, drink up!"

Wu Yi took out a small piece of broken silver from his pocket, put it on the table, and said in a rather grand manner.

On the side, a young servant immediately stepped forward to greet him, and with a smile on his face, he asked, "Guest officer, what wine do you want?"

Wu Yi said: "A pot of drunken flower wine, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of mixed cold dishes."

"Okay! Just wait a moment, the food and drink will be here soon!"

The boy answered, picked up the broken silver, and went to drink.

Wu Yi looked at the young servant's back, with a look of disappointment on his face, and sighed:

"Who would have thought that I, who couldn't even afford a pot of wine half a month ago, could order two small dishes today."

The scholar surnamed Sun smiled:

"At that time, I said that the sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. One day Brother Wu will come out on top. Now it has come true."

Wu Yi waved his hand and said:

"It's still far from being a leader. It can only be said that I can barely live like a human being."

"If the characters in the storybook are more vivid, maybe they will be valued by His Majesty. If you get an extra 900 taels of silver, that will be the real success."

The scholar surnamed Sun said: "It's pretty good to get 100 taels."

Wu Yi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he heard someone from the other table curiously ask:

"Are you writing scripts?"

Wu Yi looked at the man and nodded:

"Yes."

Get a positive answer.

Xie Zhengye's eyes lit up, he moved a chair and sat next to Wu Yi, and asked with great interest:

"What's the name of the book you wrote? But Nie Xiaoqian?"

Wu Yi shook his head and said, "No."

"Is that Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

"Not at all."

"Could it be Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

It was the first time for Wu Yi to hear this name, and he was slightly taken aback, with doubts in his eyes.

"What is Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

Xie Zhengye didn't get the answers he wanted for three consecutive questions, and his interest weakened a lot.

Hearing this question, I was even more surprised, and asked back: "You wrote the script, don't you know the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

"..."

Wu Yi was speechless for a moment.

"Why do you need to know the Romance of the Three Kingdoms to write a storybook? It's inexplicable."

He thought so in his heart, but didn't say it out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Xie Zhengye thought for a while and asked again:

"Where did you write the script? Is it Dagan Monthly or Jiangyue Tabloid?"

Daqian Monthly, Wu Yi knows about it.

What is Jiangyue Tabloid?

Wu Yi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Neither of them."

"Is that the bookstore you're walking?"

Wu Yi said: "No, it hasn't been published yet, no accident, if there is a chance to publish it in the future, it will be in the weekly magazine."

When he said this, a proud look appeared on his face unconsciously.

Although he wrote the script, this issue was not selected into the weekly magazine.

But as one of the three who were rewarded with 100 taels of silver.

As long as you work harder, you will have a chance to catch up with the next issue.

Da Zhou Monthly... You can tell from the name, what kind of status this newspaper has in Da Zhou.

One day, if the script is published in the newspaper, he will be famous all over the world.

Thinking about it, I feel that my heart is surging, which is hard to express.

At this time, a disdainful voice suddenly sounded, pulling him back from this state.

"Big Weekly Monthly? Who reads that thing!"

Xie Zhengye looked at the diners at the next table with a look of disdain, and asked, "Do you read the Big Weekly Magazine?"

The diner shook his head and said, "No."

Xie Zhengye looked at another diner and asked the same question.

"Do you read the Big Weekly Monthly?"

Got the same answer.

"dont see!"

A diner said: "Those who like to read story books, who read the weekly magazine!"

Another diner added: "The one written in the big weekly monthly magazine is called Huaben?"

The two diners looked at each other and smiled, understanding, raised their glasses at the same time, and touched each other.

"..."

When Wu Yi and the scholar surnamed Sun saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.

The next second, they came to their senses, with raging anger rising in their eyes, wanting to curse.

Before he could speak, he heard Xie Zhengye saying:

"It's not aimed at you two, it's just that the weekly magazine is too bad!"

"The printed thing is said to be a script, but in fact? It's all about promoting the imperial court. It's really boring to read."

"For this kind of rubbish, you still have to sell it for ten cents. What did the people in Hongwen Museum say? Ten cents is the cost. If it is less than ten cents, you have to lose money..."

"It's a joke!"

"People's Daqian Monthly and Jiangyue Tabloid have better paper quality and more exciting stories, but they only sell for a penny."

"After all, don't you want to earn more money?"

Speaking of which.Sighing, continued:

"It's true that the imperial court has done a lot of monthly magazines and Jiangyue tabloids. They have good ready-made examples. They don't copy them. They insist on typesetting them by themselves and adding some inexplicable content...

Publishing the storybook, it’s just boring, and you have to sing praises to the new emperor. How can this kind of thing compare with other people’s newspapers? "

"I guess, in the end, the imperial court will still use their power to bully others, ban Dagan Monthly and Jiangyue Tabloid, and then secretly replace other people's content with their own, and then change the name, and it's over."

Hear this.

Wu Yi and Wu Yi looked at each other, but they didn't know what to say.

It turns out that hundreds of them scholars, who spent sleepless nights and forgot all their heart to write out the scriptures, are they just rubbish in the eyes of the people of Dazhou?

If you think about it, it's normal.

It's not that they're poorly written.

"Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" are really well written.

For people who love to read scripts, they are not used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, big fish and meat, and then feeding them some simple food.

What did that sentence say.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

Same thing.

"Hey......"

Wu Yi sighed, and slowly lowered his head, feeling completely lost.

At this time, the voice of the servant came from not far away.

"Guest officer, your food and drink are ready!"

The servant put the food and wine on the table in front of Wu Yi.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a stack of newspapers from his arms, walked to the middle of the restaurant, and said loudly:

"The latest issue of Jiangyue Tabloid is priced at a penny! Do you want to buy anything?"

The voice just fell.

The entire Jiangyue Pavilion set off a wave of enthusiastic voices.

"I want one!"

"I want one too!"

"..."

Seeing this, the boy took newspapers and distributed them table by table.

Seeing this, Wu Yi said loudly without hesitation:

"Give me one too!"

"Okay, guest officer, this is yours!"

The boy put a newspaper on Wu Yi's desk.

Wu Yi stretched out his hand to take it, and what caught his eyes was the eight big characters—Fangtian equal tax, shared per mu.

"Equal tax on square land, divided into mu?"

Wu Yi was startled slightly, his pupils narrowed, subconsciously feeling that something big was going to happen.

The book I originally planned to read was thrown behind my mind, and I browsed the lines of small print below from top to bottom.