I became a saint with idle books

Last night it rained heavily.

In the early morning, the city of Zhongjing was humid, and a few crystal dew dripped from the tips of the leaves, dripping into the back of the pedestrian’s neck, and the pedestrian was agitated, and the sleepiness was dispelled a little.

The whole street is already a lively scene, work, school, wake up early, and last night all night to party, go home with black eyes, south and north are all bumped together.

In the midst of this crowd, several carriages came to a leisurely stop at the intersection of the street, the curtains were lifted, and a few children ran from each carriage. The child wore strange-looking but solemn clothes, a fur hat, and crossed a large cloth pocket diagonally. Whether it is a cloth pocket or a dress, it is embroidered with the crimson “Chen” character.

The children lined up in several lines, took a thick wad of paper from the driver’s hand, and stuffed it into a cloth pocket. Under the gaze of the coachman, he separated into several groups and ran towards the place where the crowd was most concentrated, singing songs with a child’s voice in his mouth as he ran.

“La la la, la la la, I am a small connoisseur who sells newspapers, running all over the street in heavy wind and rain, shouting while running, today’s Minbao is really good, five cents of silver to sell a newspaper…”

Almost at the same time, the same song sounded in the most prosperous streets of the morning market in Zhongjingcheng. Zhongjing City, which was originally thick with city gas, actually had a little more fresh breath…

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Major academies in Beijing.

The students who transcribed the articles yesterday walked out of the academy one after another, each of them carrying a thick wad of newspapers in their hands, and went directly to the stall selling Wenchang Pavilion to sell Wenchang Pao.

“Butterfly Fei, why are we going to Beiqing Street? It’s so far there…” Liu Mengrui held the newspaper she had just received, supported her chest, and followed Cheng Diefei.

“No matter how far away, someone has to go.” Cheng Die flew back, so that she would not tell Liu Mengrui that it was the closest sales point to Qing’an Fang, maybe Wan Anbo would come over to take a look.

“If only I could have a chat with Wan Amber.” Cheng Diefei thought in his heart.

……

North Wind Building.

Today’s Beifeng Tower is no longer what it used to be, and in just a few days, it has already spread the magic in Zhongjing City. The people who came to wake up early almost broke the gate, and the signboard outside the gate was full early, but there were still people who forced their way in.

In particular, it is obvious that many Confucians have also joined the ranks of waking up early.

You know, in the past, these Confucian self-owned literary societies would never huddle with the common people in the city. At this time, one by one, they huddled into a row, squatting on the ground to eat their own breakfast food, and a pair of eyes stared directly at the Wen Lou Tai.

“Hateful, let Zhenliu Academy take the lead, if Mr. Nan goes to our academy first to give a speech on “Du Shiniang”, I will definitely be able to advance!” A Confucian took a bite of the oil cake, touched the oil stain on the side of his mouth, and said hatefully.

“Brother Wen don’t complain, it’s the same today. Another Confucian exhorted.

“Cherish it, I heard that the eight major academies in Zhongjing have issued a letter of appointment to Mr. Nan, and it may be possible how long Mr. Nan will stay in the Beifeng Building.” It would be nice that we, the students of the small academy, could still hear it now. ”

“Didn’t Wenchang Pavilion say that it would be popularized? ”

“That’s going to take time! Besides, what if it’s not as good as Mr. Nan said? ”

Several Confucians were discussing between them, and Beifeng Lou suddenly remembered a noise, and saw that on the platform, the door curtain was opened, and Nanyuanxi, who was full of spring light, strode out from the inside out, and made a group wave in all directions.

“Good morning, everyone! Nan Yuan said with a smile, full of breath.

“I know that most of you came here today for the article “Du Shiniang Fury Shen Hundred Treasure Chest”, but today, Nansheng has other arrangements! ”

As soon as Nan Yuan’s words came out, the audience instantly became noisy.

“Mr. Nan, this is not okay! I just want to hear “Du Shiniang”, you can talk about it. ”

“Yes, Mr. Nan, let’s not listen to what we say, just listen to “Du Shiniang”! ”

“Mr. Nan, I’m waiting for the students of the Unrepentant Academy to come here, and I also ask Mr. Nan to open the golden mouth and talk about “Du Shiniang”. ”

……

Nan Yuan listened to the voice below, signaling everyone to be quiet, and after a moment, he said: “Today, Wan Anbo’s “Da Xuanmin News” was first published, and it published a strange article, known as “Smiling Rivers and Lakes”, Nansheng and all of you walked together to get the uncle’s approval and talk about this “Smiling Rivers and Lakes” for you. ”

“The “Da Xuan Min Pao” was made by Uncle Ye for my Li people, and it was issued once in seven days. There is a summary of my essays, and there is a series of articles by Uncle, among which Uncle’s article is written in Yawen, but there is no restriction on reading through. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly forgot about “Du Shiniang”, but asked incredulously: “Impossible?” How is it possible that Yawen articles do not need to read through talent? ”

However, it seems that the same is true of “The Legend of Zhong Kui”. ”

“I heard from the students of Zhenliu Academy that Du Shiniang is also like this. ”

Just when there was a lot of discussion in the audience, I only heard that on the literary platform, a crisp “pop” fell.

Everyone was shocked, and then looked at Nanyuanxi. I saw Nanyuan sitting on a high platform, took a deep breath, slowly opened his mouth, and slowly opened a picture of rivers and lakes for everyone…

……

Zizhu Building.

“The gentle wind smokes the willows, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, it is the season of spring in the south! ”

Sanroku’s rich voice sounded, as if to bring everyone into the world of the story.

……

Full Moon Building.

The girl in blue lowered her head and held a wooden plate, put a cup of chopsticks in front of Lin Pingzhi and the others, put three jugs of wine on the table, and walked away with her head down, never daring to glance at the guests. ”

Lin Pingzhi saw that this girl had a graceful figure, but her complexion was dark and very rough, her face seemed to have a lot of acne, and her appearance was very ugly, thinking that she was the first time she did this business of selling alcohol, her behavior was very stiff, and she didn’t care at the moment. ”

Mr. Wen shook his head and said the story he had just written down. The people in the audience also listened silently.

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Drunken Wind Building.

Lin Pingzhi had never killed anyone before, and at this time his face was completely bloodless with fright, and he said in a trembling voice: ‘Shi… Shi Dart, that… So what to do? I would have been… I didn’t want to kill him. ’”

Mr. Shuwen even said and performed, completely restoring the panic and helplessness after Lin Pingzhi’s murder, hooking the emotions of everyone in the audience, and I don’t know how it will develop next.

……

North Wind Building.

Nan Yuanxi said that the place where everyone agreed on the first day was broken, it was the executioner and the dart head of the Fuwei Dart Bureau who died one after another, and some people said that it was the evil ghost who asked for his life, and Lin Pingzhi explained his murderous and evil deeds to his father.

Just listening to the awakening wood of the whole city was photographed almost at the same time, and a sentence that made people grit their teeth echoed throughout the central capital.

“Predict what will happen and listen to the next breakdown! ”

After saying these words, Nan Yuanxi immediately got up, turned around and left the Shuwen Loutai.

It took a moment for everyone to react, and a noise sounded.

“Mr. Nan, I haven’t finished speaking, how did you leave? ”

“What’s going to break down? I’m going to listen now! ”

“What is this, there is a head and no end, and Lao Tzuxing’s head is hooked up and not talked about? ”

“Tear down the North Wind Building and capture Nanyuan alive!” ”

When the crowd was surging, Xiao Er Si, who had already been arranged, appeased: “Dear guests, Mr. Nan is talking about the content of the “Da Xuanmin Pao”, and the story above is a complete version…”

“Really? Where can I buy it? ”

“Wen Pao’s sales outlets, as well as newsboys singing on the street, are all sold. ”

Almost instantly, the North Wind Building, which was still full before, immediately went to the empty building!

If someone looks at it from above, they can find that countless figures run out of the tea houses that wake up one after another, quickly surrounding the newsboys wandering on the streets and the sales points of Wen Pao, forming a personal circle…

……

Chen Luo took the carriage and passed the sales point on Beiqing Street, and saw that the people who bought it had already surrounded the small sales point on the inner and outer three floors, and even the captain of the patrol city came to maintain order.

You can vaguely hear the girl’s voice from the crowd.

“Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze, five cents of silver! ”

“This is an Yawen article, don’t buy it if you don’t know Yawen, you can hear Mr. Wen’s story!” ”

“Where to touch your hand, the old lady and daddy are Da Ru, break your hand!” ”

Looking at the grandeur of everyone buying the newspaper, Chen Luo was silent for a moment, pulled off the sign representing “Wan Anbo” on the carriage, and signaled Ji Zhong to leave.

……

The carriage drove past Suzaku Street, and the sound of gritting teeth came in through the curtain.

“Demon a barbarian, who said that the Minbao is the full version, this is the first time! ”

“Tickle people’s hearts! Wan Anbo, the old man does not share the sky with you! ”

“Shame on the literati! ”

……

“Gongzi, it seems that many people are scolding you…”

Chen Luo calmly took a sip of tea: “Let the bullets fly for a while…”

“Bullets? What is it? Ji Zhong looked puzzled.

Chen Luo didn’t answer either, just said: “I’m not going back to the Count’s Mansion today, go to Sanxizhuang outside the city>