No matter how hard the tortoise shell is, how hard can it be made in Hanyang?

Anyway, Governor Feng didn’t believe it.

It can be said that during this period, the Han and Wei states were in reverse order from their original history.

At this time, Wei's talents were declining and in a period of decline.

However, because of someone's cheating, the Han Dynasty's talents emerged in advance, and its national power was on the rise.

The only thing missing is soft power.

Although those who will influence the cultural direction of the Wei and Jin Dynasties in the future, because of the turmoil of the Flashy Case, they can only live quietly with their tail between their legs.

But the "Three Cao Cao of Jian'an" is a mountain that can never be bypassed in the history of Chinese literature.

Even if there is only one Cao Zhi left among the three Cao Cao, it is enough to make the world's literati look up to him.

"Where destiny lies, where people's hearts aspire", although it is invisible and intangible, it is very metaphysical.

But you can't ignore it.

After all, in this era, even celestial phenomena must be used to prove who is the orthodox person in the world.

There is no way, everyone believes this.

"Alang is too self-effacing. In the past, it could be said that Cao Zhi alone dominates the world, but doesn't the big man also have Alang now?"

Governor Feng laughed dryly:

"After all, Cao Zhi is a senior. In battle, victory or defeat can determine the outcome, but when it comes to matters in the literary world, as a junior, it is better for him to lower his attitude."

No matter how much he was praised, Governor Feng still kept one thing in mind: he was a cheater and did not rely on his true strength.

While Governor Feng was plotting with his wife and concubines in the backyard, Cao San was already drunk and staggering in the front yard.

He had never drunk such a strong drink, and just the first three bottles made him a little unbearable.

In addition, after Feng Yong left, Zhao Guang volunteered to take over the banquet, and poor Cao San was in bad luck.

Anyway, when he woke up, it was already dawn the next day.

The hangover gave Cao San a splitting headache.

After eating the food brought by the servants and the hot soup, Cao San felt better.

He was holding his head and groaning, but the things Feng Langjun sent over quickly made him forget about his discomfort.

"Is this the article last night written by Feng Langjun himself?"

Cao San carefully spread the framed paper on the table. As soon as it caught his eye, he couldn't help but cheer:

"Good words!"

The words really match the person!

Looking at this bold yet powerful font, it is indeed written by Feng Langjun, who is good at writing heroic prose.

"Jianjinjiu? So this article is called Jiangjinjiu?"

Cao San murmured to himself, admiring it for a long time, and then put it away carefully.

"I just asked Feng Langjun for his personal letter at the banquet last night, and today I can get his authentic signature. Feng Langjun really values ​​Prince Chen very much."

Thinking of this, Cao San couldn't help but sigh again, God's will plays tricks on people.

The trip was complete, and Cao San was eager to go back and report to King Chen, so he quickly bid farewell.

Feng Yong did not persuade him to stay. After all, Han and Wei were enemies. The longer some things were delayed, the easier it would be for something to happen.

"This horse is called Wuhua Horse, and it is the mount of the prince. The prince said that the poem was given to Mr. Cao, and the horse was also given to Mr. Cao."

Zhang Yuan handed the reins to Cao San and said solemnly.

Cao San is not Cao Zhi, so he is not qualified to let Feng Yong see him off in person.

However, Zhang Yuan, as the best student around Feng Governor, was sent to see Cao San off.

Cao San looked at the tall horse in front of him. Even though he had followed Cao Zhi since he was a child and had seen rare things for a long time, he had to sigh in admiration:

"This horse is so handsome!"

But I saw that the horse's body was shiny with oil, its nostrils were huge, its four hooves were like bowls, and its back and waist were wide and straight.

The most eye-catching thing is that the horse's mane has been carefully trimmed and decorated with ornaments, adding a bit of nobility to his life.

Zhang Yuan nodded:

"Messenger Cao is really discerning. This horse is a Pegasus from the Western Regions. Later, someone specially transferred it from the Western Regions to Liangzhou and finally gave it to the king."

"The king liked this horse very much, so he asked him to

He said, clapped his hands again, and saw several servants coming up with things.

"These items are solid-color fur coats and the latest model of velvet coats from Nanxiang. They are hard to come by, not to say a fortune, but even ten thousand gold."

"As for these fine wines, including peach wine from the Western Regions, honey wine from the South, and strong wines, they are all treasured by the princes. Please ask Cao's envoy to bring them back to Mr. Cao."

When Cao San heard this, he straightened his face and clothes, then bowed deeply to Wuwei City and said loudly:

"The third generation of King Chen of Cao thanked Feng Langjun for the gift!"

King Chen has been frustrated and frustrated over the years. Now that he can gain Feng Langjun's friendship, it is not in vain that King Chen is willing to accept the suspicion of the court and exchange letters with the Han people.

In May, the ground in Longyou is already green.

I was full of anxiety when I arrived and had no intention of looking at the scenery.

When he returned, he had gained a lot. When Cao San came to Jicheng again, he was finally in the mood to take a look at this important town in Longyou.

Over the years, because the materials shipped from Hanzhong have to be transferred through Jicheng, Jicheng has become increasingly prosperous.

All kinds of restaurants and guesthouses have sprung up one after another.

Even a new entertainment introduced from Nanxiang has affected Jicheng.

That's the storyteller.

Yongliang has produced heroes since ancient times.

The chivalrous novels represented by him are not only very consistent with the Yongliang culture, but are also loved by the majority of Yongliang people because they are easy to understand.

Most of the caravans coming and going were laborers, and Cangtou Qianshou didn't have much money to go to high-end places.

But they are the ones with the largest audience.

If there is demand, there will naturally be a market.

So some storytellers would sometimes go to the Datongpu guest house where the caravans slept to tell stories.

What is even more unscrupulous is to find an open place to speak in the open air.

Anyway, to do this, you just need to have a mouth.

Over time, some places became fixed places for storytelling.

Once there is a market, there will naturally be consumption, and some green-skinned secret advocates will follow suit.

In order to facilitate work, these fixed places began to be surrounded by railings and covered with sheds to protect them from wind and rain.

At this time, the railings are often called hook rails.

Places like this have long existed in Nanxiang.

However, places like this in Nanxiang are very formal, and the government has a special Cao Office to manage them.

Because when they gather together, they look like tiles closing together, and when they disperse, they look like they disintegrate. It is easy to gather and disperse, so it is called the place where tiles hang out.

It is a place where people from the middle and lower classes come and go for entertainment.

The Jicheng side also followed the Nanxiang side and gradually started shouting.

When Cao San was in Hanzhong, he had heard all kinds of rumors about Feng Langjun's rule in Nanxiang. He just came in a hurry and wanted to go to Liangzhou to meet Feng Langjun.

Now that things have happened, I heard that Jicheng also had such strange places, so I became curious and wanted to go and have a look.

Unexpectedly, after visiting in person, I found that this place is very vulgar, and all the people coming and going are rough-dressed and gray-haired.

He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the moment. Just hearing the story told him that it was so novel that he lingered for a while and couldn't bear to leave immediately.

There was a woman's voice coming from the next door again, eh eh eh ya ya yaa, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, the tune is like singing but not singing, it's like singing with a pinched throat, it's a folk tune.

The words "Brother Jing" and "Rong'er" make people confused.

Cao San followed the sound and turned around, only to see a woman in the area enclosed by the hook fence, her face smeared with inferior makeup, like a ghost painting, and she was singing something with her mouth open.

There was a man next to him. He was extremely short and thick-set, with a simple and honest face. His smile showed black and yellow buck teeth, and he looked like he was digging food from the ground.

There was also a knife on his waist, and he kept circling around the woman.

From time to time, he would also say a few words to the woman.
Chapter completed!