On the day when Yang Mo was asleep, a lot of things happened in Taiyuan City.

Almost everyone was talking about the poetry fights that took place in the Wang family's mansion and the murder of the poet from Pingyang who came to be killed by Yang Mo.

And what is very interesting is that no matter who talks about Yang Mo, they all refer to Mr. Yang as the one who speaks of him.

The son-in-law of the Duke's Mansion and the backless royal family disappeared in an instant, and it seemed that they had never appeared in Taiyuan.

Perhaps it was because someone really went through the laws of the Northern Sui Dynasty and found that Yang Mo said that the frame-up and insulting the royal family were indeed true.

Perhaps it was because he killed Song Zhiwen in public, but it was unscathed.

Or maybe it is because of the Wang family's attitude towards Yang Mo that makes people think a lot.

But whether it was the gentry and genius who attended the Old Lady's birthday party or the literati who later went in, after returning, they all talked about what happened in the royal palace today.

Whether it was the participants at the meeting or the others who heard about this, after all, they all agreed that Yang Mo, a down-and-out clan, had the style of an ancestor.

Some people even say that the name of the poet is the one who belongs to him.

Things in the world are often like this. In a short period of time, there will be two extreme changes.

That is, the so-called reversal.

What was originally cursed by others instantly became respected.

The one who was originally looked down upon was instantly sought after by everyone.

When others are spitting, if you don’t spit on them, you will be unsociable.

When others are pursuing you, if you don’t pursue it, you will be unsociable.

People who are not sociable generally end up not very good.

Therefore, although there are still some people in Taiyuan City who have an inherent impression of Yang Mo, their mood has also changed under the strong public opinion.

Some people even dare not look down on Yang Mo in their hearts.

Perhaps, this is the most realistic manifestation of the extreme of things.

Of course, some people still suspect that the poems were not written by Yang Mo. After all, more than 200 poems, whether in style, word selection, or even the context of the poems, are all different, and there are completely opposite ones.

Moreover, Yang Mo also said in person that many poems were written by someone, but no one had heard of these names.

This rational analysis is practical and logically makes sense.

If it were normal times, someone would definitely agree, and it would inevitably lead to condemnation of Yang Mo's plagiarism.

But in the environment of Taiyuan, this statement has not received support from others.

Some people who also have similar thoughts try to find reasons for themselves: Mr. Yang is a descendant of Taizu, so he is naturally very similar to ordinary people. When he is drunk, it is already very good to be able to stand up after drinking three jars of strong wine.

Mr. Yang not only stood up, but also spoke in an eloquent manner. It was no surprise that he could write these poems.

As for those words, they are nonsense. Who has said too many words without saying anything irrational?

It was possible that a meteorite fell and killed the emperor in the Northern Sui Dynasty. Mr. Yang wrote more than 200 poems in a long time, so what's so strange about it?

Combining the falling of the meteorite to kill the emperor with this incident, people with this kind of doubt instantly felt normal.

No, both emperors and civil and military officials can be killed by meteorites. What else in the world can be more unbelievable than this?

The irritable man looked at the person who suspected Yang Mo with a face: Mr. Yang is a member of the royal family. If you are so suspicious, you are framed and slandering the royal family and killing the three clans without mercy according to the law!

The questioner then transformed into the more than 200 poems, which were the most staunch supporters written by Mr. Yang.

With these supporters and those who forced themselves to believe in it, the poems that Yang Mo recited were unreasonable to this era, and they would naturally find various ancient books to forcefully match them.

To prove that what you support is logically perfect.

All this happened in Taiyuan City was expected by Mrs. Wang.

Because building momentum and controlling public opinion were a trick she had played a bad game decades ago.

Listening to his son Wang Kai narrating the changes in the city, the old lady was drinking tea leisurely.

I haven't used this method for decades, but now I pick it up, but it's still the same as before.

Seeing his mother regaining her kind-hearted smile, she sat on the rocking chair and swayed rhythmically. After reporting, Wang Kai looked confused.

"Mother..."

Finally, the head of the Wang family still couldn't stand it. Even if he was scolded, he wanted to express his doubts.

Looking at Wang Kai with a suspicious face, Mrs. Wang put down the teacup: "Young Master Yang's new tea brewing method is very good. We can promote it in the future and stir-fry tea, and I forgot it."

Wang Kai nodded patiently and said, "Yes, mother, when Mr. Yang wakes up, the child will discuss with him in person."

"Well, do you want to ask why your mother helped Yang Mo so much?"

Mrs. Wang looked at her son, her tone gradually became serious, and the smile on her face faded.

Seeing this, Wang Kai knew that his mother was going to give him a lecture, so he quickly stood up and stood up.

"Just sit down, we mother and I don't have to be so serious."

Mrs. Wang raised her hand and told him that he didn't have to do this. Wang Kai respectfully pulled the chair to his mother's side, and while pounding her legs, nodding, "The child does have this doubt."

"Kai'er, my mother asks you, our Wang family has the most profound background among the five families. In your generation, we have only been prosperous for five generations. Other families have four generations and three masters, and one family and five majors. Only our Wang family is a merchant."

Mrs. Wang looked at her son who was almost fifty and grew earnestly: "After all, you are a businessman, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, can the mouse's son dig holes? Your father is a businessman, your mother is a businessman, what's the matter if you are not a businessman?"

"What Mom said..."

Although Wang Kaixin had some disagreements on this, he did not dare to refute it.

"Since our Wang family is a merchant family and you are a descendant of merchants, I ask you, what is the most profitable transaction in this world? Do you know?"

After living for so many years, this is the first time that Wang Kai has been asked this question.

Although their Wang family is not the richest man in the Northern Sui Dynasty, they are not much different. The Wang family has a variety of businesses. As the head of the Wang family, he really doesn't know which one is the most profitable.

He could only ask tentatively: "Yanli?"

As one of the few families in the Northern Sui Dynasty that could participate in the official salt transaction, Wang Kai naturally knew how much wealth the salt profit brought to the Wang family every year.

Mrs. Wang shook her head.

Not salt?

Wang Kai said again: "Iron Li?"

Although the Wang family did not cooperate with the imperial court in Tielli, the Li family in Taiyuan also had military equipment from several surrounding cities and counties, and they all participated, and the annual benefits were also extremely high.

Mrs. Wang shook her head again.

Wang Kai didn't understand. Although he had a few answers in his mind, he was not salt and iron, and the others were even more impossible.

"The child is dull, please let the mother make it clear."
Chapter completed!