I am a pirate in Ming Dynasty

‘Giggle! ’

The cockcrow in the early morning wakes people up from their sleep.

As soon as Mao Shi arrived, the people in the bookstore had already stood up, and a dozen guys in long gowns were busy in full swing.

With the sound of the door slamming, the whole yard seemed to be boiling.

One and a half-year-old boys started to gather from all directions. Everyone was wearing brand new clothes. They had long sleeves lined with gray cloth and a small cyan short sleeve on the outside. On the front collar was embroidered "The World". Shu Xing', but there is a cute and naive black and white panda head sewn on his back.

After a few days of training, these guys all know their jobs!

Stacks of newspapers were lifted up from the room, and the standing little carrot head began to fold the newspapers assigned to each person in half, folding the large newspapers into about the size of book paper.

The cloth bag on his body was filled to the brim in an instant, and he followed the predetermined route and disappeared into the courtyard with a clatter.

Lin Hu, who was born into a peasant family, was a little worried. He had parents, a younger sister and a younger brother at home. Originally, my family was a poor farming family. In addition to the little hope of working in the fields throughout the year, the honest man's father also worked for wealthy families in exchange for some extra expenses.

A few days ago, he fell off a wooden ladder because he was not careful, breaking his legs and feet, which made the family even worse.

He came here by chance. Only half-year-old children were recruited to work here. They worked in the morning, and a newspaper could earn half a penny in profit.

If you sell a hundred newspapers a day, you will earn fifty cents, which is much more cost-effective than working. A meal is provided at noon. I heard that in the afternoon, in addition to working, they are also taught how to read and write.

He was a little uneasy about this. The feeling of carrying the cloth bag was still so unreal. Does such good treatment really exist?

A young man next to him, who was also carrying a cloth bag, patted him on the shoulder: "Hurry up, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with the pace of others!"

"Aren't you scared?" Lin Hu couldn't help but ask in panic.

"What are you afraid of? Can't you make money?" the young man asked.

Lin Hu lowered his head, looked at the pile of newspapers in his hand, and said somewhat untruthfully: "Our newspaper sells for five cents, are there any scholars who can buy it?"

After hearing this, the young man laughed loudly: "You are so sincere. I happen to be responsible for the same area as you. Come on, let's act together and be companions!"

Before Lin Hu finished speaking, he was pulled away by the young man!

On the way, Lin Hu learned that the young man's name was Shang Qing, and that he came here because he valued the wages here just as much as he did.

Compared with Shang Qing's open-mindedness, Lin Hu was worried.

In the early morning, the stalls in the city have just been set up, and there are not many people on the road. Most of them are people traveling from north to south, and there are also some people from outside the city who come here for the market.

The young man and Lin Hu were squatting on the roadside teeth, holding a hot pancake in their hands and eating it.

'call! ’ The young man bit off a piece and exhaled a breath of hot breath. He felt so comfortable having something hot to eat so early in the morning.

Lin Hu on the side looked at it stupidly, and the young man quickly reminded: "What are you thinking about? Eat quickly, haven't they been divided in the morning?"

After being reminded, Lin Hu then remembered that there seemed to be such a wrapped gadget in the morning, and quickly took it out of the bag. When the oil paper bag was opened, the pancake inside was still warm.

I opened my mouth and took a bite, feeling so happy that I almost melted.

The young man squatted on the edge, squinting his crescent eyes and watching the other person wolfing down the food, as if he was admiring some beautiful scene.

After about half a while, the two of them finished eating the pancakes in their hands, and there were obviously more people in front of them.

As the companion capital of the Ming Dynasty, Yingtian Mansion was prosperous. The literary style of Nanzhili was at its peak, so there was naturally no shortage of scholars.

"I'm selling newspapers! I'm selling newspapers! I'm selling the freshly released Jiangnan Newspaper!"

"Sell newspapers and sell newspapers! The latest Jiangnan newspaper, the northern barbarians invaded our rivers and mountains again, and plundered countless people!"

"Symbolic sentence reading, Jiangnan News contributors solve the problem of sentence reading difficulties. New-style sentence reading and Analects of Confucius, my parents no longer have to worry about my learning!"

……

Countless newsboys broke the early morning tranquility, and the words selling newspapers echoed throughout Yingtian Mansion.

There are a lot of scholars in Yingtianfu. Sentence reading is the second hurdle that countless scholars have to face. The first hurdle is literacy. Once you know the words, reading is another headache. Han Yu explained the problem of not knowing what to read when reading a sentence. Without the guidance of a teacher, you would probably not know the meaning of a book without a single punctuation mark after reading it.

Because Nanzhili has always had a strong literary style, there are not only many scholars, but also many people who are literate.

The newsboys called out like this, which immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

"What a arrogant tone. He actually said that he would solve the problem of sentence reading. This Lao Shizi Jiangnan News actually said that he would solve the problem of sentence reading. I would like to see why he has such an arrogant tone!"

An old man with a white beard and official uniform suddenly screamed and asked: "How much does a copy of your Jiangnan newspaper cost?"

Suddenly, an old man with bared teeth appeared in front of his eyes, almost frightening Lin Hu. He trembled and said, "Three cents for a newspaper!"

"Huh?" The old man slapped three copper coins directly into Lin Hu's hand, and without waiting for Lin Hu's reaction, he snatched one from his pocket.

The whole process can be described as a hungry tiger pouncing on food and a ferocious look. There is only one sentence to describe Lin Hu's psychological activity: He scared the baby to death!

When the old man got the newspaper, before he could read it, an eye-catching couplet on the masthead caught his eye.

‘The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, can be heard in my ears; I care about family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs. ’

"This couplet is well written. It seems that there is nothing wrong with this Jiangnan newspaper!" The old man took the newspaper and read the first page carefully.

The title is: I reply that invading rivers and mountains means plundering is useless!

Text: In May of that year, Anda's troops entered Ningxia and invaded Xuanfu again. The war disaster continued... In September, Anda invaded Shaanxi Xingdusi again and plundered all sides. The people on the border were killed and the army was in panic. The guards leaned against the city wall. Convenient, secure and resist enemies...

The general meaning is that I came with my troops and plundered all directions. Relying on the sharpness of the soldiers and horses, I came and went without a trace. Even if you grab a handful and run away, they won't bother you. The Ming Dynasty's army guarded the city wall and didn't dare to attack. The people who suffered were the ordinary people.

After reading it, the old man felt that it was quite satisfactory and nothing out of the ordinary.

However, the news in this newspaper is faster than that in Di Bao. Even the Yamen has only just received the news from Di Bao.

The first page in the opening page gave him a huge surprise. He held the Jiangnan Newspaper in his hand and turned it over, as if it were a priceless treasure.