Chapter 800

Zhang Ping sat next to Wei Ci and muttered, "I can't figure out why the people like your story so much?"

Mr. Yuanjing's master, how tall and powerful he is, but this guy ran to write a market script.

Just write, but this guy also likes to hang people's appetite, squeeze a little every day, and make people scratch their hearts and lungs.

I wish I could lock up Wei CI in a small black room, give him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urge him to write a table full of bamboo slips every day.

Do not write full, do not give food to eat.

"After all, it's for the people. It's too harsh for them to understand. Instead, it's better to use vernacular. The music is high and the harmony is few. The people can't be interested in what they don't understand. Since it's written for them, it's natural to cater to their habits. It's just a common appreciation between refined and popular tastes... If the people can understand and listen, they will naturally be interested , that's success. "

In the eyes of outsiders, Weici's move is not serious.

Although novelists are also one of the hundred schools of thought, they have always been criticized and looked down upon.

There is a saying in ancient books: novelists flow, built by officials, street talk and hearsay.

In terms of translation, novelists record people's street talk and report it to their superiors, which is regarded as out of class.

Weici in the previous life also had prejudice against this, but his majesty vigorously promoted novelists and supported several famous novelists.

Her Majesty's move aroused the opposition and criticism of the speech officer, but she ignored it and wrote several books herself to beat the face of the speech officer with facts.

Wei CI thought it over carefully and found out her deep meaning.

Novelists are not necessarily out of fashion.

Nowadays, the atmosphere is still open-minded. If we do some things early, we can save some resistance in the future.

Therefore, with the pseudonym of "Zai Chi Ju Shi", Wei CI procrastinated and wrote several short and medium stories.

The plot should have plot, and the content should have content. The plot is ups and downs and continuous. It is so broken that others want to strangle him.

Nowadays, it is not Jiang Dynasty. Vernacular novels are still scarce. The number is small and the content is difficult. Ordinary people can't understand them at all.

After considering the content and three views of the script, Wei CI began to work diligently.

As for those storytellers who don't have seals, although they can find a stall to make a living, the content of the storytelling can't involve Wei Ci's novels. As for those storybooks that are not correct, encourage the people and fool the world, they are not allowed. Once they are caught, they will be fined.

Since Wei CI wants to use "entertainment to control public opinion", he naturally wants to try to regulate this industry.

At first, many storytellers were not happy, but the novels written anonymously by Weici were very popular with the people. Not only the old men liked to listen, but also the women who had nothing to do to knit sweaters. Ordinary storytellers were not qualified to say these novels in maruzhou.

In order to live, the storyteller simply took the Ming Road of the state capital.

Not to mention, the policy of the state capital is still very useful.

It not only provides the storyteller with the latest and most popular scripts, but also provides a fixed salary.

The storyteller no longer has to worry about how the family should eat if he can't receive a reward one day.

However, Wei CI is a person after all, and writing novels is limited to hobbies other than work, so he can't spend too much effort.

After thinking about it, he found Cheng.

"Novelist?" Cheng frowned, "what are you looking for a novelist to write?"

Wei Ci's literary talent is not low. Cheng Cheng really wondered what he was doing.

As a last resort, Weici could only say his plan once.

Since Cheng Cheng came to maruju, he has been tossing about movable type printing and block printing, and sorting out books that need to be printed urgently. His work is very busy. To put it harshly, Cheng Cheng can be regarded as an older otaku. He is absent-minded and does not share grain, let alone understand the deep meaning behind Wei Ci's move. However, Wei CI can only break up the plan and carefully explain it to Cheng, hoping to get the other party's support.

Not surprisingly, Cheng Cheng didn't agree at first, even quite angry.

In Cheng's opinion, writing books is a very serious thing. Where can we use it for fun and entertainment to educate the world and inherit for thousands of years?

As for novelists, Cheng Cheng also believes that it is a low-income business.

The paper produced was not used to record the history of civilization, but to toss about these. Cheng was so angry with Wei Ci that his beard was about to fly.

He scolded Wei CI severely. When his anger disappeared, Wei CI explained carefully, and Cheng Cheng's attitude slowly softened.

"Is it really as important as you say?"

Cheng Cheng's heart wavered slightly.

Weici sighed, "Mr. Cheng, do you think ordinary people can understand the way of Confucius and Mencius? Even if the storyteller reads it all day, the people can't understand it. If they don't understand it, they won't be interested. Only those that really fit their current situation can be accepted by them. In Ci's opinion, promoting vernacular scripts to ordinary people is not blasphemy... Please think carefully..."

Cheng is intellectually inclined to Wei Ci's words, but he is still a little uncomfortable.

As a last resort, Wei CI had to take Cheng Cheng to a tea shop. There was a story telling, and the people under him were intoxicated.

Cheng Cheng looked at it and was silent for a while.

Weici Road, "Mr. Cheng told them the way of Confucius and Mencius, and almost no one knows. You can ask the people about the content of the script. Even if you only listen to it once, they can recite it in good order. You can think that kindness is too deviant, but kindness still has to say -- Mr. Cheng wants to spread the books and spiritual treasures in his family to future generations, but if the people can't read it, it can only benefit a few people, Can't benefit all future generations. Novelists are really out of fashion, but one moment after another, why don't Mr. Cheng sit on the wall and wait for a while? "

Cheng Cheng felt a flash of light in his head, so fast that he could hardly catch it.

"Just find some for you."

Cheng Cheng hurriedly promised Wei CI.

When everything is on track, time has slipped into early summer.

The state capital got the news that their Lord was already at the maruju border and would be back in half a month.

With this news, Jiamen Guan Dajie and Fuwang were captured, which also came to Weici's ears.

"Fuwang?"

When Weici picked up his pen, the ink dripped and fainted to open black dots.

How is that possible?