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Text 3: Publishing a book

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    Wenwan casts a wide net to search for talents.

    Wen Wan was busy when she heard Song Luoyang coming, so she put down what she was doing and went out to greet him.  Her teacher is an immortal, and she always comes to the Three Treasures Hall for everything. She must come to her only when something happens.

    Song Luoyang was wearing his usual ivory, white, green, bamboo and red dark clothes, with a scarf tied on his head.  It looks very elegant.  Song Luoyang was a distinguished guest and was taken directly to the backyard.  No need to wait in the front hall.  When we arrived at the backyard, Wen Wan was already waiting in the small living room.  There were two little ones standing next to him.

    Wen Wan greeted him personally: "Teacher."

    The two children also greeted Song Luoyang with gifts.  Song Luoyang looked at the two little ones and nodded happily to the two children's polite bows.  It has always been said that gentleness should raise a dandy. If the dandies in the capital can be like this, then the public security of the capital will no longer worry, and Daqi will not worry about it in the future.

    Song Luoyang explained the purpose of his visit: "Wen Wan, you have asked me so many things in the past few months. I thought I would ask, are you editing a book again?"

    Wenwan never does boring things.  Especially when he was asked so many questions all of a sudden.  Song Luoyang discussed it repeatedly with Su Qing, and Su Qing felt that Wen Wan was compiling a book.  Although Song Luoyang also had this conjecture in his heart, he didn't believe it.  How could Wen Wan spend the time to compile a book, and those things are easy to understand, so what is the purpose of compiling this book?

    Song Luoyang sent many people before and wrote to Wen Wan several times. Wen Wan only said that he needed to expand his knowledge now so that he could teach his children.  But teaching children should not start with the Thousand-Character Classic.  After Song Luoyang saw Wen Wan's question again, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and came to the door.

    Wen Wan thought Song Luoyang had something big going on: "Teacher, I didn't do anything. I just thought that Mingjin's enlightenment would be easier in the future. My own knowledge is limited, so I can only seek help from the teacher. Teacher, I originally thought that the teacher  It's a very simple thing, but I didn't know it until I said it. I just don't have much ink in my stomach. The teacher is very knowledgeable, so I naturally want to ask you for help." Wen Wan means that I will ask Song Luoyang for many things in the future.

    Song Luoyang was a little disappointed.  Fortunately, he didn't have any expectations.  After pondering for a while, he said: "If you are willing, I will enlighten them when the time comes." Both children are smart and lovely, and if they are carefully cultivated, they will definitely become pillars of talent.

    Wen Wan doesn¡¯t want her children to study with Song Luoyang.  It's not that Wen Wan has any prejudice against Song Luoyang, on the contrary.  She respected her teacher very much and treated him like a father.  But Song Luoyang was not suitable to teach her son.  Those who are close to vermillion are red, those who are close to ink are black. Song Luoyang took the hermit route, and her son cannot take the hermit route.  And Mingrui is obviously going to follow his father's path. Mingjin doesn't know the future direction yet. "Teacher, the child is still young. We will discuss this matter later."

    Song Luoyang didn¡¯t force it.

    Wen Wan happened to have some questions and asked Song Luoyang for advice.  I started asking immediately and recorded it after I finished asking.  That look was extremely serious.

    Seeing Wen Wan being so humble, Xia Yao smiled and interjected: "Princess, the enlightenment book you compiled is already very thick. Mingjin can't carry it anymore. I advise you to prepare these new books now  It¡¯s better to bind it into the second volume.¡± The first one is thick and heavy, and Mingjin cannot lift it, so she has to rely on her mother¡¯s help.

    Wen Wan thinks so after thinking about it.

    Song Luoyang said kindly: "A book of enlightenment, what kind of book of enlightenment?"

    Wen Wan smiled and explained: "I taught Mingjin how to read. He was impatient to read and even less willing to learn. Those enlightenment books were too boring. I was bored reading Zhuangzi some time ago. I just wanted to get an enlightenment book myself.  The book gave Mingjin some enlightenment, but the effect was pretty good, and the brat liked it very much. "You can't blame Wen Wan for encouraging him.  It¡¯s just a foundation for kids.

    Xia Yao could only shake her head at Wen Wan's modesty: "Sir, don't listen to the princess. The effect is not only good, but the effect is very good. Even though Mingjin is only two years old, she listens with relish. Even I find it very interesting.  Woolen cloth!"

    Song Luoyang was a little disappointed when he thought that he and Su Qing had always suspected that Wen Wan was compiling a book, but just now Wen Wan denied it.  When I heard Xia Yao's words, I was a little excited: "Where is the book? Where is the book? Show it to me. Show it to me quickly."

    Wen Wan didn¡¯t know why Song Luoyang was so excited, so she asked Xia Ying to get the book.  The book compiled by Wen Wan is actually not much. It only compiles more than fifty kinds of animals and plants, but it contains a lot of illustrations.  And there are stories.  It's so thick in total that a two-year-old child will definitely not be able to lift it.

    Song Luoyang quickly opened the page and browsed.  The more I read it, the brighter my eyes became. There were many things in it that he told Wen Wan and were written down by Wen Wan.  But being summed up like this by Wen Wan is very good.  He said it was weird that Wenwan asked so many questions recently.  I am really editing a book, and I have compiled such a good book.

    Wenwan looks at this songYang Yang was very excited.  She looked at Xia Yao innocently.  She had already guessed that she had done another elegant thing unintentionally.

    Wenwan touched her face.  He bit the bullet and said, "Teacher, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

    Song Luoyang looked at Wen Wan and said hurriedly: "Wen Wan, don't do those useless businesses. From now on, just write books! You will definitely be famous throughout the ages." Ancient books are full of words.  It's boring and tasteless, nothing like Wen Wan's enlightenment book, with illustrations and various extended stories, many of which are fables.  Fables have scruples, warnings, and various meanings.  As an adult, he felt it was very different when he saw it, let alone a child.  As long as this book is marketed, it will definitely cause a sensation.

    Wen Wan:

    Seeing Wen Wan's innocent expression, Xia Yao lowered her head and snickered.

    For Song Luoyang, he once again hoped that she would stop doing business and directly devote herself to literary creation in the future.  Wen Wan smiled and said: "I wrote this book so that Xiaobao can study well in the future. There is no place like you, teacher." She really had no other thoughts, just so that her son could study well.  Unexpectedly, ahem, this time it would become a topic of conversation again.

    Song Luoyang has always treated Wen Wan as his daughter: "Girl, I don't know how much ink you have. Look at the fables you wrote, how philosophical they are. Stop doing business, it's just a waste of time.  It¡¯s a waste of your life. From now on, Wen Wan, you should concentrate on your studies. The teacher really doesn¡¯t want your talents to be wasted.¡±

    Wen Wan sweats violently, "Teacher, let's not talk about Wang Po selling her melons and boasting. Not only a few bad stories, I also wrote nonsense. Don't take it seriously. It's just a random graffiti. Also, there are other things in it.  You helped me a lot.¡±

    Song Luoyang rarely gets serious with Wen Wan this time, so Wen Wan must agree to her words.

    Wen Wan was really complaining in her heart: "Teacher, it has been so many years. You also know that I am really not interested in learning and compiling books. If it weren't for creating a good learning atmosphere for Mingjin, how could I have spent so much time?  Go do this. Teacher, don¡¯t make things difficult for me. I¡¯m not that material"

    Song Luoyang immediately planned to say something gentle: "Nonsense, isn't it possible to compile such a good book with that piece of material? This is just your graffiti. If you really put your heart into it, you can definitely create a better book that can be passed down through the ages.  ¡±

    Wen Wan was left with no choice but to use her trump card: "Teacher, if you can convince the emperor to let me stop doing business, I will listen to you."

    Song Luoyang tightened his hands and made up his mind, deciding to talk to the emperor with reason and affection.  It's not hopeless.

    Xia Yao was on hand to help: "Sir, the emperor is now able to carry out drastic reforms and rectify the internal affairs. Nowadays, Daqi is clean and bright inside and outside, and the princess takes the greatest credit. Although the treasury is no longer stretched, the army of more than 200,000 in the border town has an annual  The cost is also staggering. Sir, you must let the princess just compile books without making any money."

    After hearing Xia Yao¡¯s words, Song Luoyang stopped.

    The lunch is very rich.  While drinking peach blossom wine, Song Luoyang sighed: "Silly girl, it's such a pity. I wrote such a good book, but I can't continue it because I have to do business" If she hadn't written an enlightenment book for her son, who would have known  In addition to writing poems and paintings, Wen Wan can also write famous novels.  It's just graffiti, and those other people who claim to be talented are all bullshit.  The emperor has buried talents, the emperor has buried Wen Wan's peerless talent (Wen Wan sweats: I am all pirated, deceiving the world and stealing my reputation).

    Mingrui and Mingjin both heard what Song Luoyang said.  Mingjin didn't react, but Mingrui was secretly frightened.

    Song Luoyang ate and drank enough and took away the enlightenment book.  It's not a preemption, it's just that I have to take it out and send it back in two days.

    Facing the behavior of a bandit like Song Luoyang, Wen Wan could only smile helplessly.

    Mingrui asked Xia Yao directly.  Wen Wan told him that besides his mother, the only person he could trust was Aunt Xia Yao.  Don't reveal too much about the rest for now: "Aunt Xia Yao, isn't my mother very talented and knowledgeable?" If she didn't have talent and knowledge, she wouldn't be able to write such a good book with novel ideas.

    ??

    Mingrui stood stunned for a long time, and finally asked with difficulty: "I, my mother is the most talented woman in the world?" Isn't it? In Mingrui's impression, talented women are arrogant, innocent, and their eyes are on  The woman above her head.  His mother, the mother he likes to nag so much, will be the most talented woman in the world.  Thinking again about what Wen Wan told him at the beginning, it is not good for a young man to become famous.  Could it be that his mother also suffered from it.  That's why he doesn't want him to become famous at a young age.

    Xia Yao smiled: "Auntie, it's wrong to lie to you. By the way, your master is the best in the world.?One bachelor.  Apart from anything else, his painting skills are unparalleled.  Your mother learned 60% of Mr. Song¡¯s skills and now uses them to paint your portraits.  Oh, and I can also draw small animals and plants.  "It's that enlightenment book with lots of animals and plants drawn.

    Mingrui murmured: "Not only is she the most talented woman in the world, but she can also help manage a shop with an annual income of tens of millions. Are they talking about my mother?" The mother in his memory just likes to talk about it, and  Time determines it, because his mother can think about it all day long.  And she loves to cry very much, crying at every turn.  He always believed that his younger brother Mingjin's crying nature was inherited from his mother.  Now, well, Mingrui's imagination has been subverted all of a sudden (to be continued)
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