Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 7: Morning Blossoms and Evening Plucks
In fact, over the years, anyone who has been in the market knows what the purpose of these poetry and song gatherings is. To put it in a broader sense, it is pure clique-building for personal gain. The previous imperial examination fraud did pull down a large number of people, but there will be no vacuum in nature. Once a vacancy appears, it will be quickly filled by something.

The Prince of Qin, just by hearing the title we know that his fiefdom is in Qin, but now he has appeared in the misty Jiangnan area, just at this time when King of Wu Tuoba Qi was dismissed for fraud. The meaning behind this is quite interesting.

But this had nothing to do with Xia Lin. He just wanted to get the 150 taels of silver, and then find a way to manage it so that he could save a certain amount of money before taking the exam.

As for whether he is a prince or not, Xia Lin and Lao Zhang have been working hard for three years, and to put it bluntly, they just don't want to be dogs for others. But he understands it, after all, the superiors need these pen holders to create momentum and build a golden body, and the good reputation in the public opinion field is hard to come by, so this prince's money must be easy to cheat.

"Let me tell you, Old Zhang. No matter what the purpose of this prince's visit is, he must earn back his reputation as a man who values ​​talent. When the time comes, don't lick his coat. Just be a little more arrogant, unrestrained, and uninhibited, and let these soft-hearted literati in Jiangnan see the character of our Heluo land."

Xia Lin was squatting in the corner eating noodles, talking a lot about the character of literati, while Lao Zhang was holding a kettle beside him, looking very stupid. Neither of them looked anxious at all.

"Should we get two sets of good clothes first?" Lao Zhang suddenly said, "I'm afraid it's not suitable for us in our current state."

"What are you afraid of? Just go ahead. You know how to pay a fortune for a horse's bones? We should start showing respect to people like us. Let's go ahead like this tomorrow. If we are stopped, we will make a scene until someone comes to stop us." Xia Lin finished his noodles in a few bites, wiped his mouth and said, "I may not be good at anything else, but you, Young Master Zhang, are the best at making trouble."

"What if the young prince doesn't come out?"

Xia Lin sneered, "You are such a fool, you really don't understand the ways of the world. If he was a permanent prince, he wouldn't have come out. This little prince came from afar just to win people's hearts. How can such a big palace let such a fool come all the way here to win people's hearts? That would be embarrassing for yourself. No matter what his character is, at least he has to keep up appearances."

"Okay, okay, you are the only one who can do this and you understand the ways of the world. If you get beaten up tomorrow, don't blame them for being ruthless."

Xia Lin was very confident in his speculation. After all, he knew that his book was a bad one. It was bad because the protagonist was not well designed. In addition, he had no experience back then, and he annoyed the readers with all the trouble. Now that he thought about it, the protagonist deserved to be designed by him. Others treated him as a brother, but he treated them as a dog. He even sent the princess who had a special liking for him to a neighboring country in exchange for a city.

Thinking of this, Xia Lin felt that his idea of ​​compensating that guy was naive. Anyway, now that he thought about it, he would not take the initiative to kill him. But if he became rich in the future, he must not fall into his hands, otherwise he would definitely kill him. He would dig out all the earthworms in the house and split them in half vertically, and shake the eggs to separate the yolks.

That night, Lao Zhang next to him was already snoring loudly, but Xia Lin couldn't fall asleep because he could finally lie on his side and browse his phone, which had unlimited battery and unlimited network. However, he didn't browse any knowledge bloggers, but just browsed the female anchors who showed off their thighs. He could leave messages occasionally, but he couldn't reveal his own information. If he told others that he had traveled through time and couldn't go back, then the message would definitely fail.

After that, he also tried to log in to his QQ and WeChat, but he couldn't log in because he couldn't verify his mobile phone number. However, he did find a good way to acquire knowledge. He used to rely on Baidu but now he can rely on various short video platforms. There are all kinds of strange things on them, and there are even simulated court debates. If this happened here, it would definitely be a first-degree felony, like Nine Clans Candy Crush Saga.

But maybe, strictly speaking, the current emperor Tuoba Zheng is still a relatively enlightened emperor. He is the ninth-generation descendant of Tuoba Gui, the founding emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty. He is considered a rare leader of the revival. It's just that the hidden dangers in the north have gradually increased in recent years, and the factional struggles in the court have been more serious. The young Tuoba Zheng now seems a little powerless.

This dynasty, of course, does not exist in the official history. It was made up by Xia Lin himself based on the division of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. The Northern Wei Dynasty did not perish but directly replaced the Sui and Tang Dynasties to become the ruler of the Central Plains. However, the capital was set in Jiangning Prefecture, which is Nanjing. This is actually quite unreasonable, after all, there are Chang'an and Luoyang in the north, but what can he do? He has already gone through both reasonable and unreasonable situations.

However, this setting also has an advantage, that is, it makes it easy to become a qualified plagiarist. What shame? He can hardly survive and still cares about his face. Isn't that bullshit? Don't even mention the character of a literati. Xia Lin is not a literati. He is just a miserable man.

The next day they said they would get up early to prepare, but one slept until 11:35 and the other slept until 11:40. When they got up and saw that the sun was already high in the sky, they inevitably had a verbal fight with each other.

"How come you don't know what time it is now? You almost missed something important. You don't want the money anymore, right?" Old Zhang cursed as he hurriedly put on his clothes: "You are such a jerk!"

"Fuck, you got up later than me. I've already washed up and you're still getting dressed. Are you blaming me? You're speechless, right? If you're awesome, why don't you get up in the dark and go carry manure? You can still make some money."

Although the two were cursing, their actions were very decisive. In just ten minutes, they even found time to take turns taking a shower. The speed was really one minute and thirty seconds to take off clothes and shower.

In fact, it's not that they are bootlickers. The newness and quality of clothes is a financial issue, but the cleanliness or dirtiness of the body is a matter of attitude. In fact, most people will not dislike a clean guy wearing old clothes, but if he wears new clothes and smells of cumin, it will really be disliked.

"It must be said that you should sell this soap. It is much better than the soapberries on the market."

On the way to the brothel, Lao Zhang said, "I feel refreshed after washing myself."

"You have such a stupid brain, and you're still selling it. Do you know how much lard the Wei Dynasty can produce in a year? What price should this soap be sold at to make a profit? If you really sell it, won't those powerful people come to seize your property? You are a loser who only cares about food and not beatings." Xia Lin sneered and said, "Let me tell you, at this stage, if you want to complete a rapid class transition, there are only two ways, one is to become an official and the other is to become a eunuch. How about I send you to become a eunuch?" "That won't work. I haven't married yet, and no one wants an eunuch as old as me. You are suitable. You can become a eunuch. You will surely be successful in the harem. Don't forget me, your brother. I will find you a sister-in-law and give you some nephews."

"Hehe, then I'll let all my nephews come to the palace to keep me company. Isn't that too much?" Xia Lin glanced at Lao Zhang and said, "How many children do you have? I'll bring them to the palace."

"you die!"

The two of them kept cursing at each other all the way to the brothel. At this time, the meal had already been served and the servants and doormen outside all looked drowsy.

When Xia Lin and the others heard the sound of clinking glasses inside, they felt so regretful. If they had come half an hour earlier, they wouldn't have to stand outside and listen to people eating. They were about to start complaining to each other when they didn't expect that a doorman spoke up.

"Two swill collectors over there, follow me to the kitchen."

"What?" Xia Lin was furious: "Swill?"

"Ah?" The doorman was also stunned for a moment and pointed at Lao Zhang next to him and said, "Swill. He said he would collect the swill yesterday."

Xia Lin looked back at Lao Zhang, who groaned and rubbed the back of his head: "I totally forgot. Yesterday I discussed the issue of swill with them. They didn't want to pay us, so I sold it to Zhang the butcher who feeds pigs in the eastern suburbs for three cents a pound..."

"You~Zhang Zhongchun!" Xia Lin gritted his teeth and said, "You are planning to make money from both ends, right?"

"What's wrong?"

Xia Lin took a deep breath and walked up to the doorman and said, "We'll get the swill later and collect enough to take over in a truck. But I'm here to attend the poetry conference."

The doorman was also shocked. He took a step back and looked Xia Lin up and down. He didn't mean to look down on them. He just felt that these two people were probably sick. If they were to collect swill, then they should collect swill. But it was a bit against the rules for those who collected swill to participate in the poetry conference.

"Ah... please don't make it difficult for me, let me talk to my master about this. We'll charge one penny per pound for the swill from the kitchen, and you can take it all away. I'm afraid it will be more than a hundred pounds in a day. We have distinguished guests in the building today, so please be flexible."

The doorman was easy to talk to, but his embarrassed look showed the helplessness of a worker.

"No." Xia Lin stepped forward and added, "We are really here to collect swill... No, we are really here to participate in the poetry and prose conference. How about you tell me what the criteria for entry are? I want to have a taste of it."

Isn't this still swilling? The doorman looked very unhappy, but the master had told him not to get into conflict with anyone today, so he could only say politely, "Then you two wait a moment, I'll go and inform them."

He hurried back to the brothel and found the old man who was entertaining guests there. He told him what happened. The old man frowned and said impatiently, "Go away, go away. How dare a peddler come to such a place? Aren't you afraid of offending the young prince?"

The young prince heard the end of the conversation, so he turned around and asked with interest, "What happened?"

"My Lord, there are two swill pullers outside who want to attend your poetry and prose conference. I'm worried that such vulgar people will pollute your eyes, so I plan to have them chased away."

"Wait a minute." The young prince also laughed. "Since I have already sent out the invitation to heroes, I should not ask where the heroes come from. It doesn't matter if they are swill collectors or street vendors. If they want to come, then let them come. There are talents in coarse clothes and cloth shoes. Wasn't Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty a mat weaver and shoe seller? If they want to come, then let them come. Chuntao, go and give the question to that person again."

At this time, a girl in pink stood up and bowed to the young prince: "I will go now."
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This is the saved draft. I just need to click it in the background. I am in the hospital receiving an IV drip. I will go home to rest in the afternoon and write about Marin in the evening.

(End of this chapter)