Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 73: Let the bullet fly for a while
It was raining and windy last night.
In the early morning, the central capital was densely humid, and a few crystal dewdrops dripped from the tips of the leaves and dripped into the backs of pedestrians' necks.
The whole street is already a lively scene. Those who go to work, those who go to school, those who wake up early, and those who reveled all night last night and went home with dark circles under their eyes, all came together.
In the crowd, several carriages swayed to a stop at the intersection, the curtains were lifted, and a few children ran down from each carriage. The child was dressed in eccentric yet solemn clothes, with a leather cap and a large cloth pocket slanted across. Both the cloth pockets and the clothes are embroidered with the word "Chen" in red.
The children lined up in several queues, took a thick stack of papers from the driver, and stuffed them into their cloth pockets. Under the watchful eyes of the driver, they separated into several groups and ran towards the place where the crowd gathered the most, singing songs with children's voices as they ran.
"La la la, la la la, I'm a small expert in selling newspapers. I run around the streets in heavy wind and rain, screaming as I run. Today's civilian newspaper is really good, and I sell a newspaper for five cents..." /
Almost at the same time, the same ballad sounded in the most prosperous streets of the morning market in Zhongjing City. The Zhongjing City, which was originally full of market well-being, has actually become a little more alive...
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The major academies in Zhongjing.
Yesterday, the students who transcribed and wrote the articles walked out of the academy one after another. Each of them carried a thick stack of newspapers and went directly to the stall selling "Wenbao" in Wenchang Pavilion.
"Diefei, why are we going to Beiqing Street? It's so far..." Liu Mengrui hugged the newspaper she just brought, supported her chest, and followed behind Cheng Diefei.
"No matter how far it is, someone will go." Cheng Diefei replied, she would not tell Liu Mengrui that it was the nearest sales point to Qing'anfang, maybe Wan Anbo would come and take a look.
"It would be great if I could chat with Wan Anbo." Cheng Diefei thought to himself.
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North Wind Tower.
Today's Beifeng Tower is not what it used to be. In just a few days, it has already spread like a **** in Zhongjing. The people who came specially to wake up early almost broke the gate, and the signboard that it was full of people was hung outside the gate early, but there were still people trying to break in.
In particular, it can be clearly seen that many Confucian scholars have also joined the ranks of Xing Zao.
You must know that in the past, these Confucian scholars had their own literary societies, and they would never crowd with ordinary people in the market. At this moment, they huddled in a row without being polite, squatting on the ground and eating their own breakfast, staring straight at the Saiwen Tower.
"Hateful, let Zheliu Academy take the lead. If Mr. Nan goes to our academy to give a speech on "Du Shiniang", I will definitely be promoted!" A scholar took a bite of the oil cake and wiped the grease on his mouth, hating it. hate said.
"Brother Wen, don't complain, I heard the same thing today." Another scholar advised.
"Treasure the two of you. I heard that the eight major academies in China and Beijing have all issued letters of honor to Mr. Nan. How long Mr. Nan will stay in Beifenglou may be. We, the students of the small academies, can still listen to it now. It will be good.”
"Didn't the Wenchang Pavilion say that it will be popularized?"
"That will always take time! Besides, what if it's not as good as what Mr. Nan said?"
A few Confucian scholars were discussing when Beifenglou suddenly remembered a loud noise. On the platform, the door curtain was opened, and Nanyuanxi, who was full of spring, strode out from the inside and made a gesture to the four directions. Group bow.
"Everyone, good morning!" Nan Yuan said with a smile, full of energy.
"I know that most of you are here today for the article "Du Shiniang sinks the treasure chest in anger", but today, Nan Sheng has other arrangements!"
As soon as Nan Yuanxi said these words, the audience instantly became noisy.
"Mr. Nan, this is not acceptable! I just want to hear "Du Shiniang", you can talk about it."
"Yes, Mr. Nan, let's not listen to what you say, just listen to "Du Shiniang"!"
"Mr. Nan, I am a student of Buregai Academy, and I made a special trip to ask Mr. Nan to open his mouth and talk about "Du Shiniang"."
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Nan Yuanxi listened to the voice below and signaled everyone to be quiet. After a while, he said, "Today, Wan Anbo's "Daxuan Minbao" was first published, and a strange article was published, saying "Swordsman", Nanyuan Sheng and all of you will walk with you to get your uncle's approval, and tell you about this "Swordsman"."
"The "Daxuan Minbao" was made by my uncle for the common people of Limin, and it is published every seven days. It contains a summary of my articles, as well as serialized articles of my uncle. Among them, my uncle's articles are Yawen wrote it, but there is no limit to the talent of reading through.”
As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly forgot about "Du Shiniang", but asked in disbelief: "Impossible? How can Yawen articles not need to read through talent?"
"However, it seems that "Zhong Kui Biography" is also the same."
"I heard from the students of Zheliu Academy that "Du Shiniang" is the same."
Just when there was a lot of discussion in the audience, I only heard that there was a crisp "pop" on the stage, and the wood fell.
Everyone was startled and looked at Nan Yuanxi again. I saw Nan Yuanxi sitting on the high platform, took a deep breath, slowly opened his mouth, and slowly opened a picture of the rivers and lakes for everyone...
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Purple Bamboo Building.
"The gentle breeze is blowing the willows, and the fragrance of the flowers is intoxicating. It is the season of spring in the southern country!"
Sang Luo's vicissitudes of life sounded, as if bringing everyone into the world of the story.
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The Full Moon Building.
"The girl in Tsing Yi lowered her head and held a wooden plate, put a cup and chopsticks in front of Lin Pingzhi and others, put three pots of wine on the table, and walked away with her head lowered, never daring to greet the guests. Take a look."
"Lin Pingzhi saw that this girl had a graceful figure, but her complexion was very dark and rough. There seemed to be many acne scars on her face, and her appearance was very ugly. I don't care now."
Said Mr. Wen shaking his head and talking about the story he just wrote down. The people in the audience also listened silently.
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Drunken House.
"Lin Pingzhi has never killed anyone before, and at this time his face was completely bloodless, and he said in a trembling voice: 'Shi... Kill him.'"
Mr. Shuowen even said and acted, completely restoring the panic of Lin Pingzhi after the murder, hooking the emotions of everyone in the audience, and I don't know what will happen next.
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North Wind Tower.
Nan Yuanxi said that the first day that everyone agreed on was out of context. It was the Fuwei **** who died one after another and the dart head. Some people murmured that it was an evil ghost who took his life. Lin Pingzhi explained to his father. The moment of murder.
Hearing that Xingmu of the whole city was photographed at almost the same time, a word that made people grit their teeth echoed throughout the Zhongjing City.
"Foresee what will happen in the future, and listen to the next breakdown!"
After saying this, Nan Yuanxi got up immediately, turned around and left the Saiwen Tower.
After a while, everyone reacted, and there was a commotion.
"Mr. Nan, I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you leaving?"
"What next break down? I'm going to listen now!"
"What is this, it has a beginning and no end, and I won't talk about it when I get excited about it?"
"Tear down the Beifeng Building and capture Nanyuan Xi alive!"
At the time of the turbulent public sentiment, the small second and fourth arranged to appease: "Dear guests, Mr. Nan is talking about the content of the "Da Xuan Min Daily", and the story above is the full version..."
"Really? Where can I buy it?"
"The sales point of "Wenbao"~IndoMTL.com~ and the newsboys singing on the street, they are all sold."
Almost instantly, the Beifeng Building, which was full before, was immediately empty!
If someone looks down from the sky, they can find that countless figures run out of a teahouse that wakes up early, and quickly surround the newsboys and the "Wenbao" selling points on the streets, forming a personal circle...
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Chen Luo rode the carriage and passed the selling point on Beiqing Street, only to see that the purchasers had already surrounded the small selling point on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and even the patrol officer came to maintain order. .
You can vaguely hear the voice of a girl from the crowd.
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, five cents a share!"
"This is a Yawen article. If you don't know Yawen, don't buy it. You can hear Mr. Wen's story!"
"Where to touch your hand, my mother and father are great scholars, interrupt your hand!"
Seeing the grand occasion of everyone buying newspapers, Chen Luo was silent for a moment, then pulled down the sign representing "Wan Anbo" hanging on the carriage and signaled Ji Zhong to leave.
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The carriage drove through Suzaku Street, and the sound of gnashing teeth came in through the curtain.
"You're a barbarian, who said that the full version was published in the People's Daily? This is the first time!"
"It's heartbreaking! Wan Anbo, the old man and you are inseparable!"
"Shame of the literati!"
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"Young Master, it seems like a lot of people are scolding you..."
In the carriage, Chen Luo calmly took a sip of tea: "Let the bullets fly for a while..."
"Bullet? What?" Ji Zhong looked puzzled.
Chen Luo didn't answer, just said: "I won't go back to the Earl's Mansion today, I'll go to Sanxi Village outside the city..."