Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 303

This trip to Jiangxi was not in vain. Yang Shiqi got his wish and caught up with his sweetheart when he was young and ignorant. Chen Yunfu also kept his word and acted as a witness for Yang Shiqi himself.

The chief assistant of the cabinet is the witness of the wedding, so the standard of this wedding is quite high.

Despite the teachings of the Ji'an Mansion, an old sour Confucian over [-] years old ran to Chen Yunfu's Xingyuan and scolded the rituals and music.

Scared, Sun Youzhang hurriedly sent someone to drag the old man home.

"The etiquette has been changed. Since it was changed by the central government, the local government has to follow suit. Those who don't want to change should be allowed to go home and farm."

"Yes Yes Yes."

After staying in Ji'an Mansion for a few more days, after Yang Shiqi finished enjoying the sweetness of his newly-married comfortably, Chen Yunfu's Yi Ren set off to continue southward. This time, he arrived at Ganzhou Mansion again.

Do you still remember the one named Tang Wen?

He is the current prefect of Ganzhou, the official one.

After a separation of more than three years, when the two saw each other again, they couldn't help feeling how time flies.

"How has the situation in Ganzhou been in the past three years?"

Tang Wen came prepared and talked eloquently about the changes in Ganzhou in the past few years. Chen Yunfu listened quietly, and when he heard that there was no more banditry in Ganzhou in the past few years, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

Especially when he learned that the past few years have been favorable, Ganzhou has organized a large number of people to reclaim land and resettled many mountain people, and Dingkou has increased by nearly [-], Chen Yunfu nodded frequently, and sincerely said to Yang Shiqi behind him.

"Shiqi, you can see, the importance of choosing the right officials is obvious, and the results are even more remarkable."

"What the young master said is very true."

Chen Yunfu stood up and ordered Tang Wen's general: "Let's go shopping with Benfu."

The latter nodded repeatedly in response, respectfully stepped aside: "Master, please."

Accompanied by Tang Wen and an official from the Ganzhou government, Chen Yunfu began to visit the city of Ganzhou. In three years, the changes in Ganzhou were indeed visible to the naked eye.

This stroll made Chen Yunfu even more satisfied.

"Before Ben Fu came to Ganzhou, Ganzhou was barren and full of thieves. Now, everywhere is a scene of living and working in peace and contentment. What is hard work, this is hard work. Tang Wen, you and the colleagues in Ganzhou have done a good job."

Hearing Chen Yunfu's appreciation, the group of people all showed joy, and their nervous hearts were relieved.

If he can be affirmed by Chen Yunfu, who has always been strict, then there must be no problem with the assessment by the Ministry of Officials.

Taking advantage of this joy, Tang Wen proposed: "Young master, the officials and colleagues would like to come closer to listen to the teachings of the young master's ear and face, so I have prepared some thin wine tonight. .”

"Let's skip the banquet."

Chen Yunfu was satisfied, but he did not agree to Tang Wen's pleading because of this, but expressed that he would live in the barracks with the army.

Appreciation is admiration, but if you say that you have dinner with the officials of Ganzhou, you will give too much face.

After all, this level is too different.

Seeing that Chen Yunfu was not to be moved, Tang Wen didn't dare to ramble too much, so he took his leave and left.

The food in the military camp is definitely not as good as that in the city. Fortunately, he has been traveling outside for the past few years, and Chen Yunfu is used to it, so he doesn't shy away from eating.

Yang Shiqi came in with a big bowl of stewed cabbage and a plate of barbecue meat. Seeing that Chen Yunfu was buried in writing, he put it down and called out.

"Master, let's eat."

"Don't worry, let it go first." Chen Yunfu raised his head and waved to Yang Shiqi: "Shiqi, come here and take a look at this first."

Yang Shiqi stepped forward, curiously took a stack of densely written paper from the former, and asked curiously, "What is written here, Master?"

"novel."

"novel?"

Another new word.

The ancients did not call novels novels, but "zhi".

It means to record and express.

So even if there were chapter-style novels such as "Journey to the West" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the Ming Dynasty, they were only called by us later generations, and people at that time would not call them novels.

Chen Yunfu simply explained: "Well, you can read it as a kind of story, it's just made up."

Yang Shiqi groaned, and then began to read quietly.

Just look at Yang Shiqi at this moment to see how attractive a mythological novel is to the people of the Ming Dynasty.

Chen Yunfu didn't bother him either, and continued to write the following plot, but Yang Shiqi had already been fascinated by it, if it wasn't for the gong that sounded outside the Chinese army's tent to signify night rest, Yang Shiqi might not have recovered.

"Master, this." Yang Shiqi held a stack of papers in his hand, his eyes widened in shock: "Is this true?"

Chen Yunfu said casually, "It's fake."

Yang Shiqi didn't believe it. The story was well written and the logical framework was rigorous and careful. How could it be fake?

"33 Chongtian, Zixiao Palace, saint, lich, dragon and phoenix, are these all fake?"

"Can the things written by Benfu be true? Just take a look."

Chen Yunfu put down his pen, rubbed his sore and swollen wrist, and seeing Yang Shiqi's astonishment and surprise, he smiled and said, "How is it? Is it exciting?"

"It's so exciting." Yang Shiqi said excitedly: "Master, what is the next story like?"

"No spoilers." Chen Yunfu said with a smile: "I want to see it. In the future, I will post all these stories to the Jinling Daily. You can go there to catch up. Remember to support the genuine version."

Yang Shiqi quickly said: "Young Master, don't worry, I will definitely chase after him all the time after I get down from office."

Seeing that Yang Shiqi liked to watch it so much, Chen Yunfu suddenly thought of something fun.

In other words, after the Jinling Daily’s newspaper sells well, can some of the money earned be reserved and used as manuscript fees to those who write stories and submit them to the newspaper?

Obviously yes.

Dude, the profession of writing was born.

This can be regarded as making a little contribution to the enrichment of national culture.

"Okay, that's all for today, let's have dinner."

They talked about eating, but the food was completely cold at the moment, the two looked at each other and smiled wryly.

"Why don't you make another copy?"

"The big guys are asleep too, don't make trouble."

Chen Yunfu lay down on the bed with all his clothes on, covered the quilt and yawned: "Go to sleep, heat up this meal tomorrow morning and eat it again, don't waste it."

"The barracks are tough, and the young master has been wronged."

Chen Yunfu didn't respond, and after a while, a slight snore sounded.

He is too tired.

Regardless of the fact that Chen Yunfu has left the capital now, there are quite a few postmen commuting to and from the capital and Xingyuan every day, and a lot of news is being passed on. Being used by Chen Yunfu to write novels, his energy can be described as seriously poor.

Lao Chen can now somewhat understand the pain in Zhuge Liang's heart when he died of illness in Wuzhangyuan.

With such a desperate introversion, if he still can't pull the Ming Dynasty onto the track, it will really be said that he died before he was able to succeed, and it will make the hero burst into tears.

Marquis Wu is not easy.

(End of this chapter)