The big man has a living father

Chapter 7 Huo Hai is such a macho man!
Li Cai was dumbfounded. Before he could refuse, he saw Liu Che left in a hurry.

Li Cai just wanted to gain a reputation as a literature and art lover, but he didn't expect that he would end up copying something as "good" as a hundred times?
As Li Guang's younger brother, Li Cai was also a famous archery athlete and a famous beheading master.

He had followed Wei Qing at the beginning and made great contributions under Wei Qing's command, and from then on he rose to a high position.

Although it was difficult for Li Guang to be granted a title, Li Cai and Wei Qing were able to become Marquis of Anle.

The name Anle Hou made Li Cai realize that he could not stay in his comfort zone any longer. So he began to strive for literary fame, reading books, scriptures, and poems.

Whenever there is a good article, I always take a look at it first.

One twentieth of the articles written by Sima Xiangru over the years fell into the hands of Li Cai.

Don't underestimate one twentieth. Everyone in Chang'an City is waiting to read Sima Xiangru's article. It's already a great achievement to be able to get one twentieth of the original copy.

Because of his literary reputation, Li Cai also began to hold a civil service position and served as one of the Nine Ministers.

At the beginning of this year, Liu Che was determined to use salt and iron to plunder the people... With the combined efforts of all Chinese forces, Li Cai became the executor and even became the prime minister.

From a general to a prime minister, Li Cai was grateful for having stepped out of his comfort zone time and time again and reached the pinnacle of his life.

Today, while copying articles, Li Cai was thinking whether he should leave his comfort zone again. The cultural circle didn’t seem to be suitable for him. How about... going into business?

Seeing Li Cai in a daze, Dongfang Shuo said: "Hey, Prime Minister Li, can you please write faster? We are waiting to see it!"

Li Cai got angry: "Didn't I just send out three copies?"

Dongfang Shuo: "I didn't get it! It was taken away by someone else. Look at me, I'm weak and sick, how can I compete with them?"

Li Cai looked at Dongfang Shuo. Frail and sickly? You? He was already angry, and he became even angrier. He said directly: "Why are you rushing me?"

Dongfang Shuo took out a small bamboo slip and picked up a pen: "Come, I will tell you a fortune."

Li Cai held Dongfang Shuo's hand and said, "Brother Dongfang, there's no need for that. I'll copy it right away!"

Dongfang Shuo: "The ink on this pen is easily worn out. How about you take a carving knife and carve one for me?"

Li Cai's eyes widened: "Dongfang Shuo, don't go too far!"

Dongfang Shuo: "I can't help it. I am weak and sickly. I can't keep a straight posture when reading. It's easy to wipe off the ink by accident."

Li Cai's hand had already touched Dongfang Shuo's small bamboo slip and he took it away: "Haha, you can look at it or not. Without this, what can you use to curse me? Hahahaha!"

Dongfang Shuo watched Li Cai take away his bamboo slips, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed his forearms thicker than pig thighs: "Prime Minister Li is also playing rogue? If you don't want to fall for magic, then I know some boxing. I heard that Prime Minister Li could beat five Xiongnu soldiers on the battlefield. I am weak and sickly, so Prime Minister Li should be able to beat ten of us, right?"

Do you know that Dongfang Shuo has been fortune-telling for many years, so why has he never been beaten?

Not because it’s always accurate.

But it was because he was nine feet three inches tall and weighed six hundred kilograms.

To put it in perspective, he is 2.14 meters tall and weighs 150 kilograms.

Dongfang Shuo started practicing swordplay at the age of fifteen, but stopped at the age of sixteen because there was no sword on the market that he could use to swing all day without stopping.

Dongfang Shuo rolled up his sleeves, veins bulging on his arms. He held a brush in his hand, as if he was going to poke Li Cai.

Li Cai closed his eyes and stepped back to avoid it: "It's big enough, no need to show off, I'll carve it for you, I'll carve it for you right now!"

After Dongfang Shuo left, Li Cai closed his eyes and said, "Damn, these beasts..."

Copy it a hundred times! Send it to all the prefectures! These hangers-on are still asking for something! You are customizing it here! !

Li Cai didn't notice at all that he had offended all the high-ranking officials in the salt and iron business over the past six months, and that all of them were deliberately targeting him.

……

In a wine shop.

Su Wu saw a good article today and after reading it, he couldn't help but come to the tavern to drink.

Drinking with literature, this is the life people should live.

At the table next to him, someone said: "Haha, today is the seventh day, right? I wonder what Huo Hai can come up with today."

"Article? Brother, you are insulting the word 'article'. Do you really expect the biggest fool in Chang'an to write a fu?"

"It's so funny. Huo Hai wrote down all the characters he knew five times, but he couldn't even write a bamboo slip, let alone an article."

Several people looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Su Wu took a sip of wine and put down the glass: "It is indeed Chang'an City. No matter what happens, even if it is something in the court, it will be spread everywhere."

"He was even well-informed enough to know about the seven-day appointment."

The person at the next table said: "Brother, in Chang'an, you live for news. How can you eat without news? How can you have fun without news? If your news is bad, others will have finished eating and you can only chew the leftovers." Su Wu laughed: "Really? But it seems that you are the ones who really have to eat stale rice."

The people at the next table were unhappy: "What did you say?"

The person next to him pulled him back and said, "He's from General Wei's mansion."

That person: "So he is from General Wei Qing's mansion. No wonder he protects the young master of the Huo family. However, with the rise of Huo Huqi, General Wei Qing is no longer valued. Didn't the two mansions fall out?"

Others: "Even if they have a falling out, there are still the Empress and the Crown Prince's Palace to keep them connected."

Su Wu said contemptuously: "I am not defending my own people, but the exquisiteness of Mr. Huo's writing has spread to all the nobles and princes. Today, Mr. Huo's "Fu on Afang Palace" was praised by your majesty and sent to all prefectures to order all officials to study. Do you still think that Mr. Huo is an unlearned person?"

"Speaking of which, Mr. Huo learned literature from Mr. Huo Piaoqi, and martial arts from Mr. Sima. Since Mr. Huo is so good at poetry, Mr. Huo Piaoqi's literature must be first-rate. I just don't know how well Mr. Sima teaches martial arts, haha."

In the tavern, everyone was originally chatting about their own things, but now everyone fell silent and stared at Su Wu.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Are you dreaming?"

"Second Huo, write a poem? Music."

"Let's have fun together, hahahaha."

Su Wu was not a good-tempered person. After all, he went to Xiongnu later in history and tried to abduct the mother of Xiongnu Chanyu. How could he be a good-tempered person? He could not bear it and took out a bamboo slip from the box: "This is the copy personally written by Prime Minister Li Caili of Anle Hou. I was going to take it home to appreciate it slowly. Since so many people are blind, I will open your eyes."

Even when the bamboo slips were taken out, no one believed it.

After all, how long is a fu? How many words can be written on this scroll of bamboo slips?

But after Su Wu opened it, those who read quickly were quickly stunned.

Those who read slowly will see more and more details, and the more details they see, the more they see!
Good guy!
"what?!"

"Hiss, the pillars supporting the roof are more numerous than the farmers in the fields; the rafters supporting the beams are more numerous than the women working on the loom; the heads of the nails are more numerous than the grains of rice in the granary; the gaps between the tiles are more numerous than the silk threads on the body; the vertical and horizontal railings are more numerous than the city walls in the nine provinces; the croaking of the pipes and strings are more numerous than the words of the people in the market?"

"If I were Qin Shi Huang, I would be able to survive being scolded."

"Stupid, this is not scolding the First Emperor, this is clearly scolding the current emperor, don't forget where the Second Master Huo is now."

"Hiss, is there another meaning? Could it be that Second Master Huo saw that Maoling was too grand, so he gave advice?"

"It's more than just persuasion. I heard that Mr. Huo and four of his followers were cutting down trees on Maoling Mountain. They were committing a capital crime and I'm trying to persuade them!"

"So those retainers are also righteous men, and they are definitely not here to eat for free!"

"The Four Righteous Men of Maoling!"

"This article, this courage, in the world of poetry, the only one who can surpass it is Sima Gong, right? "

"But this is a small fu. Mr. Sima is good at large fu, so it's hard to compare them."

In fact, this fu can be said to be ranked first among many fu in history.

That's because it never gets outdated, of course. Indeed, the only lesson humanity can learn from history is that it never learns anything.

This thing is here, and generation after generation keeps making mistakes.

Therefore, the further you go in time, the more valuable this "Fu on Afang Palace" becomes.

But even so, once the Fu on Afang Palace came out, Mr. Huo successfully got rid of the label of illiterate.

……

Wang, the eunuch, looked at Huo Hai with hope on his face and said, "Second Master Huo, I'm afraid you can't return to Chang'an."

Eunuch Wang took out the imperial edict dictated by Liu Che and read it out, and Huo Hai tilted his head.

Let me continue studying? Okay, okay, "Fu on Afang Palace" is not enough, right? You are just being stubborn, right? A big fu, right? I'll give you a big one!

Huo Hai looked at the huge piece of rice paper that was drying in the sun.

"Old Sima, do you have a bigger pen?"

Sima Xiangru was suspicious: "Young man Huo, have you never written before? The bamboo strips are only as wide as the noodles you made, what are you going to use a bigger pen for? Are you going to carve a stele?"

Huo Hai: "I suggest you ask your father-in-law to make a batch of large pens. If they are made quickly, they can be sold at a high price."

After saying that, Huo Hai looked at the broom used to wash the pot.

(End of this chapter)