Before Jia Cong left Wuzhong, he gave a copy of "Hamlet" to local bureaucrats at all levels. From the governor, Taoist to the prefect, they were familiar with him and had a close relationship. It is expected that this book would become famous. As for how popular it can be and what impact it will have, it remains to be seen.

At that time, the most profitable books in society were the eight-legged essays and analysis reviews on the list in previous years, and the "three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulation" questions, which cheated scholars of money. Jia Cong once made money from other general books. Other general books cannot make a lot of money, or it is difficult to make.

The most popular thing in feudal society is to make money by privately casting copper coins, private salt, sea trade, and Jia Cong. At present, he attaches great importance to and strictly controls sea trade.

Speaking of books, a book that had nothing to do with the imperial examinations was popular in ancient times. Book merchants were just the basis for their publication, and importantly, the appreciation of bureaucrats and gentry. If there was this layer of "propaganda and hype", wealthy businessmen and scholars would flock to them.

This can be seen as a hidden rule in ancient society. People who became famous in calligraphy and painting have similar life trajectories.

Because of Jia Cong's ambitions, ghost stories, and top scorer titles, the bureaucrats in Wuzhong each had their own goals and paid enough attention. In the study of the Governor General of Fucheng, Wei Dingguo took the time to turn a few pages and saw the monologues of the prince to the queen in the first few plays:

"This is a deserted garden, falling day by day, and all the filthy vines of nature occupy it. There is such a thing!"

"However, less than a month later - I can't imagine it! Fragile, your name is woman! She actually married my uncle... I was so anxious that I was so cruel! I got into the chaos so easily.........Lun's quilt!"

The translation is based on the vernacular language of the citizens' culture at that time, with a concise but elegant rhythm. The ancient civic books were not all classical Chinese, and vernacular slang accounted for a considerable amount of weight, such as Sanyan and Erpai. Of course, like Jia Cong, a book with very few vernacular languages ​​in this article, is also rare.

Prince Hamlet's monologue and accusations that pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretended to be crazy and stupid were not only very long and extremely rhythmic and powerful, and hit the hearts of the people. Seeing this, Wei Dingguo looked shocked: "This is calling his mother and uncle beyond ethics... and he still seems to be nothing, he scolds him well!"

The book is interspersed with Hamlet's passionate love for Ophiria and is unavailable. All kinds of conspiracy and hypocrisy are involved. The script genre created by world-class screenwriters is fascinating and has few casual writings. Compared with the lengthy, boring, obscure and profound classical novels at that time, it is really refreshing and has a unique experience.

Especially after being experienced in the officialdom of Wei Ding Kingdom, he felt even deeper. He commented: "It's good to read. Is this the history of Western countries? It also has something in common with the Three Kingdoms and the Tang Dynasty on Journey to the West, but there are some historical allusions that I don't understand very clearly."

Wei Ruolan said: "About the historical allusions in the book, Shanhai Bookstore has been translated and proofread, mostly involving Greek mythological stories."

"We have also come into contact with Western churches, calendars, astronomy, etc. Today, I feel that their cultural accumulation is far inferior to that of China." Wei Dingguo shook his head gently: "I think Jia Cong is just idle and has a boring time to return to Beijing to mourn mourning, so he can take this entertainment."

He didn't think there would be any big impact. After all, his country's history and culture have been accumulated too deeply and he can't study it all his life. It is difficult for opera novels to be elegant. How could he pay attention to things that are far inferior to his own?

Wei Ruolan pondered for a long time and said, "Children and Zhou Wenbai, Zheng Renfen and others joined him. Zhou Wenbai was familiar with Western learning. We worked hard to make progress together and benefited a lot. Speaking of which, the civilizations of most Western countries combined are probably comparable to the Four Books and Five Classics."

"Well, establishing virtue, establishing words, establishing merits, establishing words is not a trivial matter, but translating foreign theories is not a matter of establishing words, and it remains to be discussed." Wei Dingguo frowned and thought for a while, and seemed to think of something, saying: "In recent years, my father, the Marquis of Zhongjing Shiding, and Baoling Hou Shinai passed letters. Because the daughter of his family's marquis had not yet been granted, they had already relaxed, but their voices have become tighter recently, and I don't know what the two old men are planning."

"In this way, isn't there a Shanhai League bookstore in Jinling? You can take your books and go to the Li family by the way."

"Li family?" Wei Ruolan withdrew silently, not understanding the meaning. The marriage of his descendants was the order of his parents, and he couldn't say anything. No matter which family member, he had to accept it. He was a disciple of Jia Cong, and the Liangjiang Camp Army had an affair with his father, Jia Cong, and he was actually tied together. Thinking of this, he woke up and said, "The Li family in Jinling was the descendant of the former Imperial College Li Shouzhong. Although he is not a magistrate of the court, he married the Jia family. Is this asking me to make friends with them so that they can be tied up more securely..."

Putting down the books on the engravings of the square, Wei Dingguo weighed the interests and thought about the political enemies of all sides. He sighed with a nervous sigh. While personally, he began to arrange the return of the camp and military pay and other items. He couldn't help but feel terrified: "Liu Ting and others did not invite him to return after the war, but instead took charge of all parties... In ancient times, the powerful ministers who have retired were all knowledgeable about the times, and knew that they would retreat bravely. Before the quake, the master immediately released their military power... Although Jia Cong had the great contribution of collecting taxes and seizing the South China Sea, this matter... Alas, I don't know what it would turn out! I hope nothing happened!"

How could idle people know that most of them are really worried about high-ranking officials. No wonder the upper class is full of wealth and honor.

When the branches of bookstores in the south printed and distributed books that were unique to the country and sold them, causing more follow-ups, the news of Jia Cong's return was also urgently handed over to the government office and other officials and powerful families in the four or nine cities of the capital.

The Jia family in Xicheng, Ningrong Street to the south of the clan mansion, was slightly scattered by wind and sand. The west Rongguo Mansion, Jia Sheyuan, the eastmost part of the courtyard, had four or five colored sheds in the courtyard, but there were only a few people coming to mourn.

Xue Baochai wore the filial piety robbery and sat in the middle hall to direct social engagements. Xiangling and Ying'er were each his right-hand men.

Ying'er, dressed as a young woman, flew away to glance outside the second door, but Sun Fu couldn't see him. He reported: "Mr. Cong had finished his government affairs, and had traveled to the West, South and East. When he learned that the master had died, the court issued another memorial. He really had sails on the water, and the ground was whipped up, and he ran towards the capital."

"After the past few months, I have lost a lot of weight and are sick and tired. Since I learned that the master passed away, I have been wearing filial piety clothes, even entering the palace."

In Sun Fu's eyes, Manlaga was Western. He heard that Jia Cong's wives and concubines looked at each other and their eyes were red. How much suffering did their men suffer?

Xiangling's eyes were filled with tears: "How can I go to court?"

"It was Mr. Long Sui who personally led all civil and military officials and noble men to welcome him to Chaoyangmen Wharf. It was so powerful that Mr. Cong had been forcing him to enter the Qinzheng Hall." Sun Fu wiped his tears outside the door.

The three masters and servants inside were all wiped their tears and sobbing a few times, then they breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs. Xing, who was sitting in the side hall, walked out. Mrs. Xing opened her mouth and smiled, "It's still Cong'er who is helping the masters and wives. Why are there fewer people paying condolences in the past two days? There are many fence-bearing people from the official family, observing the direction of the wind!"

"Long live to welcome the heroes like this today. Are you afraid that there will be fewer people giving gifts in the next few days?"

Ping'er, Li Wan and other housewives also came over, and a group of maids, women and women inside and outside, Xue Baochai presided over the funeral for the first time in her life, and for the past two months, she was worried about her husband's safety. Although the stone fell to the ground, she was like a thorn in her throat, and she couldn't speak for a long time. Then, with support from left and right, she slowly said: "Although it's been seven or seven, after the small burial, she finally caught up with the big burial."

"Then the funeral event should be more lively afterwards." Ping'er smiled softly and said, "The so-called death."

It is a sad thing to die, but it is no problem. However, if Zhuangzi's wife plays the piano and plays music, ordinary people do not understand his spiritual realm. Among the officials and people in ancient times, they also regarded red and white as happy events. Marriage and funerals of normal death were as lively and festive, because at that time, it was a good thing to die, not a bad thing, and early death was of course an exception.

Jia She lived a long life, which was normal to die of old age. After being over 60 years old, it was enough to be considered a long life at that time.

Then Jia Qiang, Jia Lian and others arrived. Jia Baoyu in the crowd cried red with his eyes and his filial clothes. In Jia Baoyu's heart, Jia She was closer than Jia Zheng. It was probably because of "the relatives are alienated, and the aliens are alienated." In the big family of Red Mansions, when Jia Baoyu was nightmares, only Jia She did not forget the help from many sources. Jia Zheng was very rare in family affection for his parents and children.

Lin Daiyu followed Xue Baochai's side. The clan members wore filial clothes such as Zhanshou and Ma according to the level of relatives and alienation of the five clothes. Jia Baoyu came over to her and said, "The master has been promoted to immortality. For some reason, it makes me feel more sad than the great master of the East Mansion a few years ago."

The people who moved to Jinling of the Jia family have many funeral rituals in Jiangnan. Lin Daiyu was stunned on the portable lamp lit inside and outside the bedroom. When she saw things and thought of others, she suddenly heard Mrs. Wang's kind voice: "You are also helping you. How can Baochai be busy alone? She has started a family and started a career. She is not a child. Look at this child, she has lost a lot."

Everyone thought that Mrs. Wang was kind-hearted, thinking about what others thought and were anxious about what others were anxious about. It was the best housewife and elder, the head wife, Jia Baoyu, who was timid and did not dare to answer.

Soon, Qingwen and Lin Hongyu came in and replied in a cute way: "Congratulations to Grandma Bao, all the ladies and grandmas, the Empress Dowager, the Eunuch, sent the eunuch in charge to issue an order, summoning the wife and other destiny to the palace to receive the reward!"

Seeing these two women, especially Qingwen's eyebrows, Mrs. Wang felt disgusted for no reason, and became more and more unhappy. She said in her heart: "Why do you ask these uncultured girls to go back and forth?"
Chapter completed!