LRAB Will Chapter 157 be tiring?
Will Chapter 157 be tiring?
With the release of the third issue of the Beijing Daily, the name Zhou Zhou became an instant sensation in Beijing.
Countless people who have read the Beijing Daily are curious about who he is, what his background is, and whether he is someone who has gained fame through the Beijing Daily.
As the public's enthusiasm grew, Zhou Zhou's background was exposed.
Born into a poor family, he repeatedly failed the provincial examinations, but his essays were exceptionally well-written.
Regardless of whether someone was stirring things up, information about Zhou Zhou's family background was spread everywhere.
Along with this, the Beijing Daily's impartiality was also being promoted.
Given Zhou Zhou's background, he couldn't possibly get the Beijing Gazette to help him gain fame.
As a result, many scholars went mad; seeing Zhou Zhou's success, they longed to become the next Zhou Zhou.
This resulted in a surge in submissions received by the Beijing Daily.
Thanks to the Crown Prince's arrangement, the Beijing Gazette Office has been given forty more staff. Now that they are well-manned, they can handle even the largest number of submissions.
Beijing News
Yuan Tianxi handed the completed commentary to Wen Zongji: "Lord Wen, I regret it."
Wen Zongji looked up at him: "Mr. Yuan, what do you regret?"
"Twenty taels of silver is too little. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time because I've been busy selecting articles."
Wen Zongji promised Yuan Tianxi that he would give him twenty taels of silver for each comment he wrote, but Yuan Tianxi had to first select the articles he was satisfied with from the articles screened for him by the Beijing Gazette Office, which meant he had to keep reading the manuscripts.
Wen Zongji raised an eyebrow: "I've heard that quite a few people have recently been asking Mr. Yuan for his calligraphy?"
Even Zhou Zhou, an unknown nobody, has become famous. Naturally, Yuan Tianxi, a great Confucian scholar, cannot go unnoticed. His comments are read and analyzed separately, and in the end, everyone admits that the great Confucian scholar truly deserves to be called a great Confucian scholar.
Thus, Yuan Tianxi, who had been out of the public eye for a long time, returned to the spotlight in the capital.
Yuan Tianxi is famous, so you can't ask him for too little money.
In other words, Tianxi could make a fortune in just a few days.
Yuan Tianxi remained unfazed: "One thing at a time. Based on the feedback from the third issue of the Beijing News, I believe I am entitled to request a price increase."
Yuan Tianxi is no longer the aloof person he once was. Even though he is not short of money now, he will still fight for what he deserves.
Wen Zongji reminded him, "Mr. Yuan, we have signed a contract."
Yuan Tianxi said, "I know. What I discussed with you was the payment after the contract ends."
Yuan Tianxi was very cautious at the time, and only signed a contract for ten issues with the Beijing Gazette Bureau. In other words, the contract was void after Yuan Tianxi wrote ten reviews for the Beijing Gazette Bureau.
The next contract will have to be signed again.
Upon recalling this incident, Wen Zongji remarked, "It seems Mr. Yuan foresaw this day would come."
Yuan Tianxi smiled faintly: "It's just that I've been tricked too many times."
"We can discuss the future later. Even if we do discuss it now, what if Mr. Yuan is not satisfied later? Wouldn't all our efforts be wasted?"
Yuan Tianxi nodded: "That works too."
He was merely expressing his demands to Wen Zongji; he didn't actually want to talk now.
Wen Zongji joked, "Outsiders probably don't know that the great Confucian scholar they admire is like this."
Yuan Tianxi didn't care: "People are multifaceted. If they can't understand this, their writing won't have any soul."
Wen Zongji shook his head and remained silent.
Yuan Tianxi has probably read too many manuscripts; now he can bring up articles in any conversation.
Wen Zongji was busy and didn't have time to discuss the matter with him, so he simply didn't respond.
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Yunguangyuan
Wen Zongji took off his official robes and sat down next to Pei Rujing: "Tomorrow is my second brother's wedding day, so I won't be going to the yamen tomorrow."
He was the chief editor of the Beijing Gazette Office, which was directly responsible to the Crown Prince.
Therefore, Wen Zongji was very free. He didn't need to go to the yamen or ask anyone for leave. He only needed to tell Yao Maofang so that Yao Maofang wouldn't be unable to find him.
Pei Rujing nodded: "Your mother-in-law has arranged everything. Tomorrow, you just need to stand outside the mansion to greet guests."
Wen Zongji was not required to accompany Wen Zongjing to the wedding procession, but as a highly sought-after figure in the capital, he was required to accompany Wen Chuanhong and Wen Zongren to greet guests outside the mansion.
Wen Zongji nodded: "My father already told me."
Pei Rujing toyed with the chess piece in her hand and said, "I went out shopping today and heard a lot of people talking about Zhou Zhou. I also read the third issue of the Beijing News. I didn't expect this person to become so famous. I heard that at first some people suspected that the Beijing News Bureau was doing something shady. Luckily, Zhou Zhou's family is not well-off, otherwise the Beijing News Bureau would have been framed."
Wen Zongji leaned back on the couch, raising an eyebrow at her: "Does my wife think the Capital Gazette Bureau is lucky?"
Pei Rujing was taken aback: "Isn't that right?"
Wen Zongji said, "Before the final draft of the third issue of the Beijing Daily was completed, Mr. Yuan had already given me three comments. In other words, I actually had three choices at that time. My wife, why don't you guess why I chose Zhou Zhou?"
Pei Rujing looked at Wen Zongji with shock in her eyes: "Did you foresee this all along?"
Wen Zongji said, "Human nature is treacherous and cannot withstand testing. I simply made the safest choice."
Pei Rujing pursed her lips, looking at his composed demeanor: "You really are too mature for your age. My elder brother was also mature beyond his years, but he made quite a few mistakes when he first entered officialdom. But my husband seems to have made no mistakes at all, and he can even avoid potential crises in advance."
Wen Zongji chuckled: "Isn't this better?"
Pei Rujing shook her head, her gaze full of concern as she looked at him: "I don't know if it's good or bad, I just feel like you're overthinking things. Isn't it tiring?"
Wen Zongji was taken aback. He thought he would receive Pei Rujing's admiring gaze, but what she cared about most was whether he was tired.
Unable to describe the emotions in his heart, Wen Zongji beckoned, "Come here."
Pei Rujing obediently walked over and nestled in his arms: "What's wrong?"
Wen Zongji lifted Pei Rujing's chin with one hand, lowered his head and kissed her lips, a hint of flirtatiousness on his face: "I just feel that my wife is particularly alluring today, and I can't help but want to taste her."
Pei Rujing blushed slightly, easily seduced by him, but subconsciously reminded him, "We haven't eaten yet."
"Not hungry yet."
After saying that, Wen Zongji picked up Pei Rujing around the waist and carried her behind the screen.
Qinghe, who had originally called them to have a meal, stopped in her tracks and silently withdrew.
Dongxiu looked at Granny Feng: "Granny, we haven't eaten yet. Isn't the young master being a little too impatient?"
Granny Feng smiled and said, "The fact that the county princess and her son-in-law are in such a hurry shows that they have a good relationship. The better their relationship is, the sooner the young master can arrive."
Ever since Wen Zongji and Pei Rujing consummated their marriage, Granny Feng has been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the young master.
Unfortunately, Pei Rujing's periods were always very regular, giving her no chance to overthink things.