Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 70: New News is coming (2)

"Yes, yes, everyone sing along with me..." Chen Luo looked at the children in the courtyard and sang, "La la la, la la la, I am a little connoisseur of selling newspapers..."

"La la la, la la la, I'm a little connoisseur of newspaper sales..." The children were very happy when they heard that they didn't have to leave Huangzhuang, and they sang obediently with Chen Luo's accent, although the song sounded a little bit. Strange, but it's a joy to sing.

Speaking of which, when Chen Luo was teaching in the mountains in his previous life, he was responsible for music and sports.

No way, the college students who went to teach with him were all from famous universities. He is an art college student, so he has to do some work that is side-by-side with his major.

With just a cup of tea, Chen Luo taught the newspaper selling song.

"Give the children a group." Chen Luo took the tea handed by Lu Tong and said, "A group of two people over the age of nine, a group of five people for seven and eight years old, and I will be responsible for going to the city to give it to me in the future. Selling newspapers, one or two silver per group per month. Those under seven years old can stay in the village and accompany you to do some farm work.”

Lu Tong was overjoyed, and wanted to kneel down to thank Shane again, but was stopped by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo glanced at the dirty children again, which reminded him of the students in the mountains. With a sour heart, he reached out to pick up the brush and ink, and drew a pattern of clothing on the paper, using the style of the Republic of China. The appearance of a student outfit, coupled with a large messenger pocket, was handed to Lu Tong.

"According to this style, change it into winter and summer clothes, and give each child a set. In addition, buy some daily clothes. Children, it's better to be clean, it's the face of my Earl's House! These ragged clothes Isn't it a joke? You need to get the money from the village first and keep a record."

Lu Tong held the blueprint with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, this..."

"Don't kneel, that's all. In addition, it's not good for newsboys who can't read. Go and invite a few Confucian scholars. You don't need to be very good. You can teach literacy.

Lu Tong looked at Chen Luo for a while, then said with a choked sob: "Uncle is kind, these children will remember Uncle's grace for the rest of their lives."

Chen Luo smiled lightly, but did not speak. He is not a bad person. He went to teach in his previous life to help the children there to change their lives. Now he can easily turn the lives of these children in a good direction, why not do it?

The value of people is always reflected in others.

…

North Wind Tower.

"Mr. Nan, don't be stubborn. What exactly is Wan Anbo's request, you say..."

Nan Yuanxi paused for a long time this time. Those who said that Mr. Wen's ears were sore, only then did one gentleman complain.

Nan Yuan Xi sneered: "Habit, habit. Uncle has only one request, that is, after you get the manuscript, you can't finish it all at once!"

"What's wrong with this?" Sang Luo asked.

Nan Yuanxi replied: "Uncle's meaning is that we come up with a charter to divide an uncle's article into six paragraphs uniformly, and say one paragraph every day. The issue date is the first paragraph, and the And so on, until the sixth paragraph is finished, it will just follow the issue of the next issue of the Daily News.”

"Then there are guests who don't like listening to it, why don't you just buy a new newspaper?" said Mr. Wen.

Nan Yuanxi glared at him angrily: "Uncle's original intention is to sell new newspapers, are you coaxing you to talk, uncle's new newspapers are not for sale?"

That said, Mr. Wen blushed when he heard the words, and quickly closed his mouth.

Nan Yuanxi continued, "Don't worry, everyone. Uncle's price for the new newspaper is initially set at five cents a piece of silver, which is equivalent to five hundred yuan in copper coins, and not everyone is willing to do so."

"Furthermore, the articles were all written in Yawen, how can ordinary people understand it? We can't rely on us to say it?"

"Finally, Uncle said, I hope we can tell the story more vividly. Uncle said this is called storytelling! Besides, you see..."

Nan Yuanxi took out a square piece of wood from his arms, about the size of a palm, made of ebony.

"What is this?" Sang Luo squinted, "It looks like the gavel used by the chief of the yamen."

"Sang Gong's eyes. This thing, Uncle gave the name to wake up the wood, every opening, turning point, and the end, use this wood to wake up everyone. Please listen..."

Having said that, Nan Yuanxi patted Xingmu on the table, and a crisp voice echoed throughout the North Wind Tower.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful!" Sang Luo's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to take the wake wood from Nan Yuanxi's hand, rubbed it in his hand, and couldn't put it down, "The sound of this wood can make people stare, really wonderful. "

Nan Yuanxi smiled and said, "Uncle has another suggestion..."

"What advice?" Sang Luo asked quickly.

"Uncle said, it's best to wake up every time you finish speaking a paragraph of the day, and say, 'Foresee what will happen in the future, and listen to the decomposition next time'!"

Everyone said that Mr. Wen was taken aback for a moment, and then he made up the picture and couldn't help laughing——

"Uncle is really talented! Hahahaha..."

…

"Next, just wait for the news from Nan Yuanxi." In the carriage, Chen Luo stretched. According to the plan, as long as Nanyuanxi has sorted out the editorial section, and the academy has its own printing workshop, it can start printing, and then the students will transcribe "Swordsman", and the new newspaper will be completed.

The next step is to hand it over to your newsboy team and sell newspapers all over the street!

Then Daizong can also be resurrected.

And myself, lying at home, waiting for a little money... No, waiting for the red dust to gather again, and then I can start the cultivation of the second realm of the red dust realm - the Qi nourishing realm.

According to the information on Tongtian Road, when you reach the Qi-nourishing realm, you can release the red dust to injure the enemy.

Fist style? Sword Qi? Knife Gang?

Chen Luo felt very excited when he thought about it. He glanced at Ji Zhong who was sitting beside him, um, I'll have a competition with him then.

"However, it's time to think about bringing Chen Xuan over..." Chen Luo thought about it, one thing after another in the past two days, and now that it's more refreshing, it's time to put this matter on the agenda.

Thinking of Chen Xuan, Chen Luo thought of her eyes again.

"Bone Pill!"

Chen Luo lifted the curtain of the car and said to the groom who was driving the car: "Turn around and go to Wanbaolou."

…

Wan'an County.

"Miss, Miss..." Xiaohuan rushed into Chen Xuan's room like a gust of wind, and took a breath: "Uncle Ping said that the land outside the city has been arranged, and the shops in the county are also rented out. We can set off when the young master makes arrangements in the capital."

Chen Xuan smiled and pushed the tea in her hand forward: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"Hmm." Xiaohuan took a sip of the tea, "Cai Zhixian also has new news about the young master..."

"What news?" Chen Xuan became anxious instantly, "Stop drinking, tell me first."

Xiaohuan pouted, put down the cup, and then said: "Cai Zhixian said that the young master worshipped a half-sage master. But when Cai Zhixian said it, his tone was very strange, and he was mumbling about the little master..."

"By the way, Cai Zhixian also said that the young master seems to have written an article that made everyone in an academy get promoted. But I heard that it was about women in brothels. Miss, you should take good care of it after you go to the capital. Young master. I heard Cui'er from Liu's house say that their young master goes to the brothel every day, and wants to be with her...it scared her to death!"

"There's no more to say." Chen Xuan snorted softly, "Can the prodigal son of the Liu family be compared with Luo Er? How can there be an article written in a brothel that can make a scholar advance~IndoMTL.com~ I think it is Wrote a good word."

"But Miss, in case..."

"Alright, alright, go do your work, let me be quiet for a while."

"Miss, why do you always want to be quiet recently? Don't talk to me anymore."

Xiaohuan pouted and ran out.

"Alas..." Chen Xuan sighed, "I want to be quiet, I don't know how to face Luo Er anymore."

Chen Xuan fiddled with the bead hairpin in her hand with one hand, thinking about it, and suddenly became annoyed: "I know how to write brothel poems... It's time to take care of it. At a young age, it's my uncle again, and I'm still in Zhongjing. In such a prosperous place, what if you are hollowed out?"

"I still have to go to the capital!"

Chen Xuan put down the bead hairpin in her hand, because she lost her vision, her spirit seemed to be clearer.

Over the past few days, some memories that had been forgotten for some reason reappeared in her mind.

Among them, there is a passage from eighteen years ago.

The dim-faced dad in memory puts a baby in the swaddle in front of her.

"Xuan'er, look at this doll, do you want him to be your husband, or your brother?"

The delicate-looking little girl glanced at the infant child and said in disgust, "What is Xiang Gong? He is so young, he must be his younger brother."

Hearing this, the child burst into tears.

…

Chen Xuan suddenly remembered the image of Chen Luo breaking into her room while she was taking a bath, and her face couldn't help turning red.

"After so many years, why can't I remember this?"

"How did that little man suddenly grow so big?"

"Since I've been my sister for nineteen years, let's keep being..."