Chapter 177: This is the radiation effect!

With Kongming Lanterns as the name of poetry, the entire Liulinfang is the stage, more than a thousand musicians are the accompanying sounds, and thousands of prostitutes are the singers, and the entire Daocheng is regarded as the viewing venue. That night, the new poetry released by Daya Zhizhengyuan was so drunk that the whole city was filled with an unprecedented grand occasion.

The next day, the entire Daocheng was almost talking about this matter, including streets, alleys, wine shops, and even Yu Dongjun took the time to call Tang Cheng to ask about some details of the matter. Observation made the adults feel like this, and no one else had to say anything else.

The direct consequence of this special new poem release is that Tang Cheng's reputation was known overnight in the city. People were exploring the people of Tang Cheng, how old is, how family business is, whether they are married or not... This scene is similar to Chen Zi'ang, who was "a thousand gold medal hitting the piano" in Chang'an. The originally unknown person suddenly became a celebrity who was hotly discussed. Such changes really made Tang Cheng a little uncomfortable.

Daya Zhizhengyuan became more and more popular, and the traffic of Liulinfang also soared a lot. On the night of the release of the new poem, the agreement between Tang Cheng and Yue Chaoqun officially began to be implemented. Although the quality of the poems selected by young scholars was not enough in Daya Zhizhengyuan, many of them were used in Liulinfang.

A few days ago, many young scholars threw their poems into the Daya Zhizhengyuan and lost their thoughts on this matter after they were not adopted. So when they suddenly received Runbi, they were a little unresponsive. Runbi! In the impression of most young scholars, this thing seems to be the patent of senior poets, and they write poems in their daily lives, and some people want to read them well, so they will give them money?

After a moment, these people began to inquire about the whole story, and then went to Liulinfang in person, and found their own poems on the repertoire with their trembling fingers. Some of them were blushing. Some were excited, and more were prostitutes and listened to them singing their poems on the spot. They originally thought of listening to them once, but they listened over and over again, and how they felt comfortable. In the end, the little bit of moist pen in their hand was far from enough to pay for the expenses.

In the past, I wrote poems I wrote before and asked others to see that others were not happy, but now I have been sung publicly in Liulinfang. And these poems that were taken can be taken with moist pens, and it is not a problem to have less money. What makes these young scholars most excited is this sense of identity with their own talents. For young people, this psychological satisfaction of being recognized is that they cannot exchange for no amount of money.

When the excited scholars walked out of the brothels, they were already full of gratitude for the Daya Zhizhengyuan, which selected and recommended their poems to Liulinfang. These gratitudes mixed with the feelings of soulmates and mentors, and the powerful power of Daya Zhizhengyuan in the dissemination of new poetry made Daya Zhizhengyuan, which was originally somewhat marginalized, become a major center with great influence in the Daocheng poetry world in a short period of time.

As a result, a new round of craze for poetry to Daya to Zhengyuan suddenly broke out.

"No! Haoran, these things can't be done." Tang Cheng raised his head from the pile of poems like a hill in front of him, washed the red pen in his hand with a "pop" and then let out a long breath and said, "So many poems. You and I have to review them, even if you are exhausted, you can't finish reading them. How can you live?"

"It's really tired," heard this. Meng Haoran, who also raised his head from a pile of poems, rubbed his eyes hard, and said while moving his wrists: "However, although this matter is tiring, it has a deep meaning, so it's worth it to be tired."

"You can, I can't do it anymore. I can't live such a day." Looking at the poems piled up like hills on the desk in front of me, Tang Cheng was really feeling a little bit self-destructive. Damn, when he opened the Daya Zhizheng Garden, he never thought that this would happen.

Upon hearing this, Meng Haoran smiled, then reached out to find something in the pile of poems to touch. After a moment, he saw him pull out a piece of bamboo paper. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "My teacher Tang..."

"Forget it. Forget it." When Tang Cheng heard this, he shook his head and waved his hand and said, "Don't forget, there are many people calling you Master Meng."

Meng Haoran was stunned for a moment before he realized that the "cold" in Tang Cheng's words meant a joke, "Brother Tang, this is not a joke. Since the opening of Daya Zhizhengyuan, all the poems from you have been wonderful, and they are all beautiful works, and they are sung by the Shilin. Especially after that night, it is fine. Now, no one in the people in the city can recite a sentence "This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time"? As for Liulinfang, there is no need to say anything more. Once the lights are on, the first place to float out of each building is your poem. Not to mention the original Tao, it is even more popular in the whole world. The reputation is as fast as Brother Tang. In the past few days, I have heard more than one person recommending Brother Tang's poem that has been the best in the Daocheng in the past century."

"Shame, ashamed!" Tang Cheng's two shameful words were really sincere and had no false meaning.

"What's so shameful about being talented?" At this point, Meng Haoran patted the manuscripts piled up in front of him and said with a calm expression: "The more the praise the scholars praised him, the more he should do the things in front of him. Each manuscript is full of effort. Since they can submit their poems to us, they will trust us with great confidence and will never be neglected."

"Haoran, you misunderstood what I mean." Looking at Meng Haoran with a serious face, Tang Cheng smiled and shook his head, "It may be hard to say otherwise, but I still have some self-proclaimed when it comes to serious work. You and I have been together for a long time, and Haoran should know that I am."

Seeing Meng Haoran nodding, Tang Cheng continued: "It's not that you want to be perfunctory about these poems. What I mean is that there are too many people who submit poetry to you and me now. You and I can't be too busy to judge them. Even if you and I are too slow to judge, the speed of reviewing them is too slow, which leads to the fact that the people who submit poetry cannot get results for a long time. Over time, it will affect their enthusiasm."

"Yeah", this is the truth. When Meng Haoran said this, he frowned tightly and said after a moment: "Brother Tang means to add more people."

"Yes!" Tang Cheng slapped the table and stood up a few times and said, "Now this area has a good and stable income. We can invite some people to participate in this matter." When he walked to Meng Haoran's case, Tang Cheng stretched out his finger and knocked unconsciously, and smiled on his face: "Haoran, I'll look at the old friends you asked them for poetry a few days ago. I guess this job can match their wishes."

"So you are trying to make a decision," Meng Haoran smiled when he heard this: "But my literary friends are both talented and capable of taking on this position at most two or three people. I'm afraid that this is not enough, right?"

"Two or three people? Enough", Tang Cheng slapped hard, "With these two or three people, it would be enough to hire some people in Daocheng."

"Daocheng?".

"Yes", nodded. Tang Cheng turned around, "Haoran, I plan to hire Taoxuexuezheng and the Superintendent to participate in this matter. In addition, the old man in the Taocheng poetry world also invited him three or two."

"Please?" After hearing about Tang Cheng's plan, Meng Haoran didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he lowered his head and sighed: "Brother Tang still remembers the Heyuan Wenshu that day? I'm afraid. With these people joining, it's hard for Daya Zhizhengyuan to achieve this today. The pure land in the Taoist forest in the east of Shandong will be here..." Before he finished speaking, Meng Haoran's voice became lower and lower. He gradually became unknown.

"I will never forget what He Yuan is doing." Tang Cheng of course understood Meng Haoran's thoughts. After seeing this, he stood up and walked to him, and specially reached out and patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Haoran, you are too worried. Xuezheng and the Superintendent are busy all day long, so you may not have much time to spend here. For them, the position hired by Daya Zhizhengyuan is like a court-level position, and it is more of a honorable and empty title. It may not be possible for them to fail here every day? Besides, Xuezheng and the Superintendent are both appointed officials of the court, and they may be transferred to other places at any time."

"So, although these two adults have a respectable status, Haoran, you don't have to worry about being controlled by the matter of studying poetry." He patted Meng Haoran's shoulder lightly, and Tang Cheng said jokingly: "If you give up these two adults, you don't have to worry about the three or two elders in the poetry world. The garden belongs to us, and the ones bought by Liulinfang are also the account of the Daya Zhizhengyuan. As long as the channels for publishing this new poem are firmly in our hands, what other storms can they make? Just talk about singing poetry, you and me, plus the literary friends you invited by Haoran, compared with these three or two elders, why do we have the advantage in the number of people? Maybe they can still be controlled by them?"

As Tang Cheng explained confidently, Meng Haoran gradually raised his head.

"It's because they will bring some troubles after they come in. But compared with the benefits, these troubles are nothing."

"Reward?" Meng Haoran's face changed as he pondered: "Brother Tang, if you are doing this for my Taoist quota, then..."

"With Brother Haoran's reputation in Daocheng today, why should I spend these weekly seals on a Taoist quota? If I just want to hire Xuezheng and Xueshang, why do I need those seniors in the poetry world?" Meng Haoran's sensitivity made Tang Cheng feel speechless. These great poets of the Tang Dynasty were very talented in poetry creation, but in their daily life, their minds were really not enough, or they were not willing to spend time on it. Meng Haoran was the same, "Haoran, think about it, although the reputation of Daya Zhizheng Garden is now very famous, its foundation is after all, it is an alien from grasslands and territories. Although the aliens can be prosperous for a while, their foundation is unstable. Once they encounter wind and waves, they may not be as flashy as the night celestial blooms."

With the prosperous nature of the Daya Zhizheng Garden in front of me, Meng Haoran could not imagine what Tang Cheng said, "How could this... be?"

"Why not?", facing Meng Haoran's gaze, Tang Cheng also calmed his face and said: "The great place to be prosperous today is because of the fact that the observation of this path made the adults change their ownership, if the academic officials have different ideas, if the elders in the poetry world who were at that time were taken advantage of by our garden, and then they wrote a letter together... Haoran, think about it, this is really impossible?"

"this……".

"Since so much thought has been spent, I want to make Daya Zhizhengyuan prosperous." As I thought, Tang Cheng's fingers unconsciously hit Meng Haoran's desk with a deep sound that matched the rhythm. "If you want to survive for a long time and smoothly, you cannot be an alien. Since you don't want to be an alien, you must move closer to the mainstream, or simply become a part of the mainstream. When Taoist scholars and academic supervisors and the elders of the poetry world also participated in the review of Daya Zhizhengyuan's poetry, who has the qualifications to arbitrarily deny the authority of the new poetry release in this Daocheng literary world? Who can still say that our Daya Zhizhengyuan is a wild path?"

At this point, Tang Cheng patted Meng Haoran on the shoulder again, "In the long run, this is a more beneficial thing for the Daocheng Shilin. Haoran, the world's actions are still like the teachings of his ancestor Confucius: "The water is clear and there is no fish, and the person is observing, there is no disciple." Many times, for a longer-term goal, they even have to "bulge mud and raise waves" to lead some muddy water in."

After hearing Tang Cheng say this, Meng Haoran was silent again. This time, the silence lasted for a long time.

When Tang Cheng was about to let him think and turned around and left the room, when he walked to the door, he suddenly heard Meng Haoran's voice coming.

This sighed with deep doubts, "The water of Canglang is clear, so that I can wash my tassels; the water of Canglang is turbid, so that I can wash my feet. Brother Tang, is it really that difficult to be a person like Doctor Qu who is the most righteous in the world?"

"Unless Haoran does not want to do anything and retreats from the mountains and forests all his life, it is very difficult." Tang Cheng did not turn around, and after saying this, he did not leave. Instead, he suddenly turned his mind and said, "When Taoism listened to those classmates in the Tao of dealing with the world, he often said, 'It is better to take it straight than seek it in the wind'. This sounds like a righteous and powerful voice, but it is really practiced..."

Still carrying his body on his back, Tang Cheng shook his head silently, "Why can't you seek it in a slight way even though he knows that straightforwardness is not desirable? Haoran, is it important to be a means and a process? Or is the ideal in your heart important? The result of helping the people is important? Think about this, and your question is right now will naturally have an answer that suits you."

After that, Tang Cheng did not stop and walked out. Like Tao Yuanming during the Six Dynasties, Meng Haoran's life was full of contradictions between officials and hidden people, and this contradiction also constituted a tragedy in their lives when he created other poetry.

Since he was friends with Meng Haoran, Tang Cheng could no longer sit by and watch him repeat the contradictory life. If he wanted to change their lives, the most important thing was to change his mentality first, or as the saying goes in later generations, it was to change his worldview and values.

However, Tang Cheng knew that he had neither the authority nor the power to forcibly instill something in Meng Haoran. As a friend, all he could do was put forward his own opinions, hoping to play some role in this subtle way. As for how Meng Haoran would choose in the end, he would make the decision in his life!

The matter of hiring Taoist Xuezheng and the Supervisor of the School was much smoother than Tang Cheng imagined. With the influence of Daya Zhizhengyuan in the literary world of Daocheng at this time, the influence of the poet's review is beyond doubt. I don't know whether these two adults were interested in this, or because of Tang Cheng's large-scale hiring fee, or because they just wanted to reward the backwards through this scrutiny, or because Tang Cheng was deeply admired by the adults, the two adults sold his face.

No matter what these two adults were thinking, in short, they finally agreed to Tang Chengdi’s hiring. Of course, this has a great relationship with the fact that Daya Zhizhengyuan has never been involved in the flesh-and-skin business since its opening. It is this fact that dispelled the two adults’ final concerns.

After completing the work of Xuezheng and Xueshang, it would be easier to hire seniors in the poetry world. Tang Cheng naturally did not invite the so-called pillars of the poetry world, He Zhongda and others. The people he invited had one thing in common - the elderly are of high grades! In the face of their old age, even He Zhongda, who claims to be old, must respectfully hold the etiquette of his disciples.

That night, the halls and yards in front of the main garden were open as usual, while the gardens in the back were greeted overnight, because Tang Cheng wanted to host a banquet here to entertain several poets hired by the courtesy.

"I have long heard that the gardens of Daya Zhizheng Garden are so beautiful that they are even more beautiful in the south of the mountain. Even the observer praised them. Today, I saw this. I really have a reputation." Walking through the garden along the meadow path, Master Xuezheng, who was slightly fat and elegant, looked around and nodded with a smile.

Tang Cheng, who was accompanying him, was holding a poet's old man in his forehand. The poet Xu's hair was white and his words were leaking. However, the expression on his face was very happy at this time. The same was true for the two masters who were personally supported by Meng Haoran and the Superintendent. For them who had been lonely for a long time, the experience of these days was really like dreams. Since the news that the Superintendent of Daya Zhizhengyuan hired them and Xuezheng and Xuezheng to examine the poets spread, these three old masters who had already neglected their poodles and horses in front of them suddenly became popular, and there were endless people to visit and meet. This excitement was still more popular than when the three of them were in charge of the poetry world before.

From this, it is not difficult to understand the good mood of these three old poets at this time.

Wine is good wine, and songs are good songs, and even the pipa and soft dance that accompany the music are all excellent. In such an environment, this banquet is really a vent between the guests and the host. When the wine is half-hearted, Tang Cheng, who holds the etiquette of disciples, naturally talks about Meng Haoran's Taoist quota.

The poems for the banquet tonight were specially arranged by Tang Cheng. They sang Meng's poems from beginning to end. Listening to such poems, Meng Haoran's reputation in Daocheng at this time, coupled with the relaxed atmosphere. When Meng Haoran sent Tang Cheng to the Taoist Cheng for the first time, he felt it was difficult to reach the quota of Taoist scholarship in heaven and earth, so he was taken down without any trouble.

After laying the right foundation and then discussing the right things with the right people at the right time and in the right environment, the originally extremely difficult things will naturally come naturally.

After talking about Meng Haoran's affairs, Master Xuezheng looked at Tang Cheng, who was very respectful to his disciples, and said with a smile: "Tang Cheng, you are really a bit inexperienced in your studies of Mingjing. Today, I will focus on my studies and change the Mingjing to the Jinshi, so I will directly participate in the Ministry of Rites this year's imperial examination."

"Sir, this..."

"No need to say anything more, Duan Ji. This matter will be left to you." Duan Ji is the word "School Supervisor". After Master Xuezheng turned his head and waved his hand to Tang Cheng. After indicating that he didn't have to say much, he sighed: "Compared with the various roads in Jiangnan and Jiangbei, this road is remote in the mountains and has not been prosperous. Since I arrived at the office of this official, it has been a little better than the various departments. However, this Shilinhua selected the Jinshi class. He has really been in line with his colleagues and officials of the Ministry of Rites! Tang Cheng's poetry talent is even praised by observation. Now the official department of the official department has high hopes for you."

"Thank you for your appreciation by Master Xuezheng." After Tang Cheng thanked Xuezheng, he said: "But, since the Jinshi exam was chosen for Shilinhua, it was too difficult to get a few poems and essays for students. Calculate this time. It was too late to go to the capital to go to work in the papers, and if there were no papers..." At this point, Tang Cheng sighed deeply.

"You will sort out a copy of the poem in the past two days." Hearing this, he looked at Tang Cheng deeply and smiled slightly, "The most famous poets in the imperial capital are the four scholars of Wuzhong. Just now, the previous Japanese officials received a letter from Zhang Bogao and have not yet replied. I will introduce them to you."

Zhang Bogao is the name of Zhang Xu. This person is not only a famous saint of cursive script, but also the four scholars of Wuzhong who were known as He Zhizhang, Zhang Ruoxu and Bao Rong. At the beginning of the reciprocity of the Tang Dynasty, when Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei and Wang Changling and others had not yet entered the poetry world, the four scholars of Wuzhong were the most famous overlords of the poetry world today. With his recommendation, the results of their performances needless to be said.

As soon as Master Xuezheng finished speaking, the poetic world that Tang Cheng had been supporting, Xu Su Lao, had already said in a leaking voice: "When I was wandering in Wuyue, I met Zhang Chunjiang, a young man who came here at the remains of Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji. After that, I traveled with me for half a month, and thus I became friends who forgot about my age. Although he left Wuzhong and came to the imperial capital, the letters had never been interrupted. Tang Cheng, I would also give you a copy of your compilation."

The Zhang Chunjiang mentioned by Su Lao is Zhang Ruoxu, another of the four scholars in Wuzhong. Because his "Spring River Flower Moon Night" is too famous, people at that time called it "Spring River" but were not famous. For Tang Cheng, this was another unexpected surprise.

People talk about old and young, and the older they get, the younger they get. When the other two old men saw this, they were angry and talked about their friendship. The scholars in the Tang Dynasty had the custom of wandering and making friends widely. These people were very old and had a wide range of friendships. Although the people they deliberately mentioned were not as prominent as the four scholars of Wuzhong in the poetry world, they mostly made some names in the imperial poetry world. The power of these people may be limited, but they were more than enough to help make a name for themselves.

Listening to the two old men Su, Tang Cheng quietly smiled at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!