Chapter 5 The Consequences of Plagiarism ()

On the sixth day of April, Constable Zhao, who was in the same class as Li You, took a case and knocked a rich man a few taels of silver. This was really not easy. Because the new magistrate Chen was full of righteousness or scholarly spirit, he issued a deadly order to strictly control clerks, which greatly reduced the gray income of the yamen runners, and even the gang members ran away a lot when they saw that there was no oil and water. Today, Constable Zhao could get a few taels of silver, and his colleagues felt that it was necessary to celebrate this good omen.

Constable Zhao was generous and invited his colleagues to have a dinner at the restaurant. Li You also went there. Everyone was playing a table of Eight Immortals, picked up the wine and food, and then pushed the cups and cried.

There were a few fans who sang music at the restaurant, and the music was elegant and vulgar. They sang whatever the guests ordered. There were a few scholars in the private room next to them, and ordered some elegant music. The yamen runners were very impatient. Suddenly, the voice of the fan head changed and they sang "Who is the desolate song of Yuefu". Li You heard it clearly and felt very happy, thinking of showing off his talents with his colleagues.

When I finished singing, someone asked in the private room through the curtain: "This word is so sad, the true feelings are so good, I have never heard of it. Is it a new word released by any talented man?"

Li You said modestly.

But Fantou said: "It is a new word that is close to Japan. It has been passed down but I don't know who has done it. I will call it anonymous."

Anonymous...Li You's smile froze there immediately.

Constable Zhao commented: "There are a few sentences that I don't understand very much, but it sounds miserable. I don't know which sour scholar who complains without any illness is compiled. The little ladies all like this tone."

The horse constable opposite looked at Li You in a daze, then greeted him: "Brother Li! I was confused and wondered which wife is thinking about."

Li You smiled and said calmly: "I actually wrote this new lyric just now."

Pounce! Constable Zhao squirted the face of the detective opposite him with a sip of wine, and laughed loudly, "I know Li Xiaobian wants to be a talented man, but I didn't expect you to be crazy. This is not good." He hugged Li You's shoulder and said earnestly: "Your father is also an old acquaintance, not your elders are your seniors. Listen to my kind advice, don't have these daydreams. At your age, even if you go to study, you can still make any progress. Just earn some money to get married and have children. I haven't seen the poor scholar in my neighbor, and I have been studying for a lifetime and I don't answer the next meal. The little baby at home is so hungry that he screams."

Everyone burst into laughter and said yes in unison.

No one believed it. It was hard to find a confidant in this circle. Li You was so depressed that he drank a few more bowls of wine.

After the banquet, they said goodbye to their own house. Li You staggered towards his residence, muttering: "Three hundred poems of the Book of Songs... so many written by the working people... all anonymous! There are so many poems written by the Han Yuefu, and all anonymous! I was puzzled when I was in school, but now I understand."

The right to speak has always been in the hands of scholars. Even brothel prostitutes, the right to speak is much stronger than that of Li You. When this song was sung by Caisangzi, several talented men in the city saw that the so-called "author" was not a fellow man, but just a barbarian, so they automatically ignored Li You. They were too lazy to tell whether it was true or not. In short, this collective ignorance that did not even question was the most tragic...

When the sad Li You was about to arrive at his residence, he saw the servant who was calling by his parents, waiting at the door with his little name. Brother Yi hurriedly came up and said, "Young Master, hurry up and go home and take a look. The old mistress is crying for life and death. The master told you to go home."

Ah? Li You woke up a little bit and staggered towards Xishui Town. While walking, he asked Brother Yi, "Have my parents quarreled?"

"no."

"My brother and sister-in-law contradicted my mother?"

"no."

"The family has no worries about food and clothing, and no one is provoking her. What's the matter? What's the matter? I'm crying for death?"

Brother Yi couldn't explain it clearly, and just said: "The old master and Mr. Shen next door had a drink together. I heard Mr. Shen say, "Young Master, you wrote a word. Everyone in the city said it was excellent. When the old mistress knew about it, she started crying."

Mr. Shen is the father of Chen and Shen Bangxian in the previous article. Chen Bangxian is one of the few people who know about Li You's lyrics, so it's not surprising that his father also knows it. But what does it have to do with his own lyrics and his mother's crying? Li You's more confused and he went home in confusion.

Li You's house is a three-in-one house. It is not very eye-catching in Xishui Town, a bustling commercial port with Taihu Wharf. When he entered the house, he saw his mother sitting on a chair in the hall wiping tears. His father, brother Li Zuo, and sister-in-law gathered around and smiled bitterly.

When he found Li You coming in, his mother Zhu's emotions suddenly fluctuated. He hugged Li You, who was about to kowtow to his parents, and cried: "My miserable life! I have harmed you for my mother..."

Li You was simply a ball of paste, what was going on?

"Seventeen years ago, I regretted that I shouldn't have been playing with you and threw you down. I feel so heartbroken."

Seventeen years ago, I fell less than one year old... and then I suddenly felt distressed today. How long is the nerve reflex arc... Li You turned his eyes to his father.

My father had no choice but to explain it to Li You.

It turned out that when Li You was born, there was an interesting story. His parents found a fortune teller and wrote a fortune teller for Li You. The result was that Wen Qu Xingjun from the sky came to earth and wanted the top scorer in the future. This was too exaggerated. Both parents and neighbors did not believe it. Later, they found two fortune tellers in a row, including monks and Taoists, and the results were the same.

After saying a word, the whole family was shocked. Li's father even wanted to quit his job and change his family, because the descendants of the yamen runners were not allowed to take the scientific examination. If his son could win the top scorer, what would be a mere errand. But he was persuaded and decided to take a look. But what was disappointing was that Li You had no talent in studying and recognized his words. He did not show any literary talent at all. He had no hope of taking the imperial examination path. The whole family felt that he had been deceived and scolded the fortune teller in this world that he had no professional ethics, and even the words of deceiving were the same.

Until yesterday, when he learned that Li You wrote a lyric that was praised by the whole city (the mother was blind in her belief in her children), Li's mother suddenly felt the supreme glory and her thinking became radiant. When she thought of the hexagrams of the three fortune tellers back then, she suddenly felt that it made sense. Her son could write good poems casually because he was so poor at studying. What was it if he was not the Star Lord descending to earth? But why didn't he have any more than ten years of experience?

It is very terrible for middle-aged and elderly women to get stuck in a stubborn manner. Li’s mother finally remembered that when Li You was half a year old, she accidentally fell while holding Li You and touching the baby’s head, causing Li You to fall into a coma for a while.

It must have been this accident that made Li You stupid, which led to more than ten years of failure to learn, and it was not until today that he recovered his talent. But now Li You is too late to study, and he has not been qualified to enter the public and has no qualifications for imperial examinations, and studying is in vain. Li's mother couldn't help but fall into deep pain and guilt and could not extricate herself - a top scholar in the Li family was lost. In the atmosphere of "everything is inferior, but only high school students" can be more painful than this.

Feudal superstition is really unbearable... Li You comforted his mother in distress. But in his heart, he was still willing to say something, and tears flowed in his mouth. Who can plagiarize poetry so miserably! Let's first try to persuade his mother who was trapped in his imagination.
Chapter completed!