Old Cheng Bought a Poem
It was impossible to raise the status of a craftsman immediately, and Qin Mo had a clear understanding of this.
As for convincing Li Er to increase the reward for his invention, Qin Mo was afraid that he would not be able to convince the officials of the imperial court, so he was too lazy to waste his breath.
However, once the industry developed and he established a scientific system, those people would be like mantises blocking a car if they wanted to stop him.
Qin Mo was clearer than anyone about the terrifying power contained in science. The huge benefits it brought would form a huge interest group, including the emperor, civil and military officials. If those aristocratic families wanted to stop it, they would only be torn to pieces.
The world is bustling, all for profit. The world is bustling, all for profit.
The sages of the Pre-Qin Dynasty had long seen through this. What Qin Mo needed to do was to use interests as a guide to guide the development of the Great Tang into the path he had designed.
The imperial court would not increase the reward, but Qin Mo could. He planned to create a Tang version of the Nobel Prize and increase the reward to 1,000 strings. He believed that there would be brave men under the heavy reward.
Then, he could ask the imperial court to create a worthless title, such as a Lord.
This kind of nobility did not enjoy the salary of the imperial court, but it could enjoy the same treatment as other nobility. It would leap into the ranks of the aristocratic families, and it was believed to have a fatal attraction to countless craftsmen.
Even if the invention was not enough to be conferred a title of nobility, if it had a major effect, it could be allowed to be promoted.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo returned to the palace.
"Why are you back?" Li Er asked.
Qin Mo said," I want to ask for a title from Your Majesty.”
He told Li Er about his plan, but the blacksmith of Qin Manor, Liu Yitiao, was struck by a golden opportunity.
Qin Mo said," It doesn't matter if it's a craftsman or a merchant. If they donate money to relieve the people's hardship in the year of disaster, they can also be rewarded by the Lord if they reach a certain amount. If it was not enough to be conferred a title of nobility, another quota could be set, allowing them to ride horses and allowing their children to participate in the imperial examination.”
There were many merchants with rich family backgrounds. Didn't they want to raise their status?
Although they were rich, their status was very low. They could not even ride horses or become officials in the court. Even their children were affected.
Wu Zetian's father, Wu Shi, had spent a huge sum of money to help Li Yuan obtain the title of Duke. Now, the old man was very afraid of others talking about his merchant identity.
Li Er nodded and said," This matter is feasible. I will discuss it with Wuji and the rest.”
Qin Mo also knew that the implications were deep, so he couldn't decide for a while.
Upon returning to Qin Manor, Qin Mo discovered that Old Cheng was also there.
Old Cheng smiled." How does the imperial food taste?”
Qin Mo pursed his lips and said," It's much worse than what I did.”
The royal chefs of the palace had also come to learn from him, and they could not surpass him for the time being.
Old Qin said," Eating with His Majesty is a great reward. I and Zhijie have never enjoyed such treatment.”
Li Er often ate with these old fellows, but he didn't treat them to a meal alone in the palace.
After chatting with Old Cheng and Old Qin for a while, he was about to take an afternoon nap when Old Cheng stopped him.
"I still have something to tell you.
"What is it?"
Old Cheng smiled." Aren't I going to Longyou soon?" You wrote a poem for me and asked me to show it off.”
The word " pretentious " was also spread by Qin Mo. The people of Chang 'an felt that this word was very vivid, so it became popular.
Qin Mo flatly refused." How can that do?”
Old Cheng said," You've already written a poem for Chumo. Why can't you write one for me?"”
Cheng Chumo also did not go to Longyou because of the impeachment, so he used the song Qin Mo gave him to show off. Old Cheng was jealous, so he hung him up and beat him up, using the excuse that he went to the brothel to lead a bad boy.
"How can this be the same? Uncle, if you want, I can also write a farewell poem for you.”
But Old Cheng, this shameless bandit, wanted to plagiarize.
Old Cheng shook his head." I don't want a farewell poem. If you sell me a poem, I'll give it to you since I have ten thousand acres of paddy fields in Lantian County.”
It's easy to talk with money. Qin Mo said," What poem do you want?”
Old Cheng said," Do something related to the battlefield. After all, I'm going to Longyou soon.”
Qin Mo pondered for a moment and said,"
Liangzhou Ci
Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink lute immediately urged.
Drunken Lord Grim on the battlefield, since ancient times how many people have fought?”
Old Cheng exclaimed happily," Good poem! Good poem! I'll be famous for thousands of years. Quickly write it down.”
Although Old Cheng didn't know how to write poems, he could still tell if the poems were bad or not. He said that the ten thousand mu of paddy field was really worth it.
Qin Mo then wrote it down in Song style.
" What kind of handwriting is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" Old Cheng asked.”
Song was a type of Chinese font that appeared to adapt to printing. The strokes varied in thickness, and were generally thin horizontally and thick vertically. There was a decorative part at the end, and the strokes such as dot, stroke, and hook had sharp tips. They were white and were commonly used in the main body of books, magazines, and newspapers.
Some people made up a story that the Song style was created by Qin Hui, but this was an unfounded statement.
"This is the Qin style."
In order to adapt to the movable type printing technique, Qin Mo had also created the Song font. Of course, he shamelessly took it for himself.
Of course, it was not to make a name for himself, but to avoid trouble. If he said that the handwriting was Song style, he would have to waste a lot of time explaining.
"I'll gladly accept this poem. I'll get Chuliang to send you the title deed later.”Old Cheng put the poem in his pocket and laughed as he walked out." Now, I'm a poet too."”
Old Qin said helplessly," This shameless person.”
Qin Mo asked," Uncle, do you need poems? I'll give you a few.”
Old Qin shook his head and walked out of the main hall.
Old Qin was indeed an honest person. He wasn't as shameless as Old Cheng.
"According to the old rules of previous years, His Majesty will hold a poetry meet during the Mid-Autumn Festival.”
Alright, I take back my previous thoughts. Old Qin also likes to act tough.
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