"Master, master, something bad has happened. Many, many people have come from outside and have surrounded our county government office——"
Here comes the pair again!
Gao Ting's vision went dark, and he almost fainted on the spot due to frustration.
This county magistrate is really helpless——
People were almost crying.
While listening to the young man's introduction, he hurriedly put on his official uniform under the service of his maid. Then, he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, cursed in his heart, and went out to appease the people.
The saliva was sprayed out, and the lips were almost bald.
Either way, it was not until he slapped his chest and swore that he would severely punish the murderer that he was persuaded to leave.
I ride on the horse——
Gao Ting was so angry that he almost wanted to curse.
He stood there with his arms crossed and panted for a long time, and then he wiped the sweat from his head with lingering fear.
After regaining his composure, he immediately called in the county lieutenant and police officers, yelled and cursed, and then sent everyone out.
If you can't catch the murderer within three days, I will spread your butts!
County lieutenant and police officer:...
Yesterday, I had a busy day during the day, stayed up half the night, and today is like this again. Is it possible to survive this small day?
Turn over the table!
Seeing several of his subordinates walking away dejectedly, Gao Ting felt a little more comfortable.
I was wondering in my mind whether I had some bad luck this year. Should I listen to my wife's advice and go to a temple or Taoist temple to burn some sticks of incense to get rid of the bad luck?
…
The crowd dispersed in confusion.
Wang Zian followed the crowd and retreated with some satisfaction.
Ah, although there are no mobile phones or Internet in Datang, it is quite fun to see the excitement——
Unfortunately, there are not many opportunities like this, which is a bit of a pity.
It would be great if there was something lively to see every day.
Seeing a candy seller on the roadside, I bought one for the little Taoist nun who was following behind. The little Taoist nun was very happy, hugging and licking it contentedly, and her eyes looked much friendlier when she looked at Wang Zi'an.
Not far away, I saw someone like a hawker, selling newspapers everywhere.
"Newspapers are sold, newspapers are sold, The Scholars' Elegant Interests, Scholars' New Talks, the latest masterpieces compiled by Mr. Wang Gui and more than a dozen other great scholars..."
Is there any new news?
This is the time to choose!
Some people with a keen mind immediately felt something strange, but they remained calm and bought a copy to see for themselves. Most people don't think about this at all, they just want us to get up in the morning and eat. When I find that the restaurant I often go to is closed, but there happens to be a restaurant opening across the street, I don't even think about whether someone is engaging in malicious competition. In fact, even if I think about it, I don't bother to care.
As long as there is food to eat, it doesn’t matter who sells it.
Many people immediately paid for it and bought a copy excitedly.
Then, many people took it over, flipped it over, and threw it away.
There isn't even "The Heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties". You call this a newspaper?
Bad review!
Of course, these are just the common people who are rushing to get there. Those scholars wearing long gowns are relatively better off.
Although not as spicy and interesting as Datang Evening News, many of the articles are quite worthwhile.
"This kind of newspaper, with its elegant diction and profound knowledge, is the newspaper for us scholars. Comparing it to the Tang Dynasty Evening News, it is just a scumbag and vulgar -"
Wang Zi’an:……
Boss, did you go to the wrong set?
These are all diehard fans of Datang Evening News. If you say that, won’t you get beaten?
However, what shocked him was that as soon as this statement came out, it was recognized by many scholars. The people around him seemed not to have heard anything, and they were talking excitedly about the excitement just now.
"Oh, it turns out the county master isn't that scary..."
"No, no, you were bowing to me just now..."
"Me too, me too..."
Wang Zi’an:……
Where are the true fans you promised?
That's it?
I saw many scholars holding newspapers and pointing, sometimes including a few comparisons between Shilin News and Datang Evening News. Wang Zi'an originally thought that although their method of stealing his own engraving technology was despicable, it would be good for him to have one more newspaper to read in the future. At this time, his mood suddenly became unhappy, and he casually took out a penny and threw it to the man next to him. The little Taoist nun.
"Excuse me, Miss Susu, go over and buy a copy for me to take a look at -"
"You don't know how to buy it yourself? You don't have any hands or feet -"
The little Taoist nun didn't pay him any attention. She hugged her sweetheart and licked it happily. She didn't pay him at all, but she kept the money in her pocket.
Yo ho——
Have you learned the spirit of resistance?
Wang Zi'an raised a finger without hesitation.
"One serving of squid..."
Then I saw the little Taoist nun's eyes lit up, her chest proudly puffed out, she snorted, turned around, and went to buy a newspaper.
During this period of time together, he had already become quite familiar with this little Taoist nun.
There’s no conflict that a good meal can’t solve, and if there is, then two.
After buying the newspaper, Wang Zi'an briefly looked through it. The various settings and layout arrangements were obviously based on the Datang Evening News.
However, they combined important government news and critical news commentary into a page called Confucianism. Other pages were replaced by poems, articles, and classics, but in the end, serialization and gossip were retained.
Confucian scholars say that it is true.
"Rubbish--"
Poems, articles, knowledge and classic meanings are all the same.
"Rubbish--"
Serialization is still the same thing!
"Rubbish--"
Is this written for personal viewing?
He turned a page and cursed, but after flipping through it for a long time, he couldn't understand any of it. He suddenly felt angry and resentful.
Snapped!
Turn to the last page——
This is a category similar to gossip set up by Datang Evening News, but it is called "folk customs" in a more elegant way.
The Book of Songs is an ode to elegance. This is to show off oneself. I understand this——
But look at the article.
Suddenly he became angry.
Why, being able to write classical Chinese is amazing!
It’s okay if you don’t want people to read the previous ones. It’s too much for you to write a piece of tidbits like this...
"Rubbish!"
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but curse angrily.
Who runs this newspaper?
Wang Gui, right——
"You are really unworthy of a man——"
Wang Zi'an snapped a stack of newspapers and threw them directly to the little Taoist nun Su Fei'er.
"Here, here you go, watch and play -"
The little Taoist nun rolled her eyes playfully, but still reached out and took it.
Wang Zi'an ignored him and walked ahead with his hands behind his back, thinking in his mind that he should quickly put together the model play from his previous life and put it directly in Lu Deming's opera house, or simply perform it by himself. Let’s build another big theater here in Dongshi.
Arrange whatever you want to see.
It's like watching a TV series. It's probably quite enjoyable. Isn't it much better than reading crappy newspapers like these?
He was thinking about something here when he suddenly heard the little Taoist nun's gloating voice coming from beside him.
"King, Mr. Wang, someone is scolding you for this article——"
Wang Zi’an:……
"Let me see - forget it, just tell me directly, why did they scold me?"
Before Wang Zi'an finished speaking, he changed his subject with a guilty conscience.
It is impossible to read this newspaper, even to death.
Probably because she thought it was new and interesting for someone to scold Wang Zi'an, the little Taoist nun came up to Wang Zi'an for the first time and introduced him to Wang Zi'an enthusiastically.
"This article accuses you of being a scumbag, jealous of talents, dirty-minded, morally corrupt, and unworthy of a human being..."
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but have a black line.
I suspect you stinky girl is taking the opportunity to scold me——
"Stop it—did I ask you to say this? Just tell me why they scolded me—"
"They said that you are a narrow-minded person who will retaliate for your anger. Because of a small conflict with a classmate when you were studying, you maliciously framed him and exiled him to Lingnan. You are still unrepentant. Instead, you regard the Wang family's tolerance and concession and love of talent as cowardice. He was repeatedly bullied..."
After saying this, Su Feier stopped and looked at him with interest.
"So you are so bad - are you really so bad?"
Seeing the girl's knowing attitude, Wang Zi'an knocked on her forehead angrily.
"Nonsense - it's much worse than what they said. If you dare to tease me again, believe it or not, I will wash and eat you when I get home - tell me, is there anything else?"
"They also said that your foundation is shallow and your morals are not up to par. You are arrogant when you are a newcomer. You have framed your former classmates and you even want to collude with others to pour dirty water on the Wang family in an attempt to confuse the public. , to achieve one's own ulterior purpose..."
Having said this, the little Taoist nun timidly raised her head and glanced at Wang Zi'an.
"They said that yesterday's human trafficking and killings were all directed and performed by you in an attempt to frame the Wang family and destroy the Wang family's reputation - is that true?"
Wang Zi'an slapped her on the head angrily.
"What do you think? Or I'll sell you later, what do you think..."
The little Taoist nun glared at him with some dissatisfaction and stuffed the newspaper into his arms.
"Whether you like it or not——"
He hugged his candy man and continued to lick it.
Wang Zi'an looked at the newspaper in his hand, and then looked at those other people. He felt a little dizzy. He used classical Chinese to curse people, which was simply too much.
He kneaded it with both hands and formed it into a round ball, then threw it aside.
After throwing it away, he didn't forget to spit and curse harshly.
"What the hell, rubbish—"
He was just about to take the little Taoist nun away, but unexpectedly he was stopped by several young people. The first one, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur coat, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist. Although his figure is slightly thin, his skin is delicate, his eyes are affectionate, and his eyebrows are quite handsome.
Well, okay, he is very handsome.
"Is this brother Wang Zi'an who has become famous recently?"
Wang Zi'an looked at him with interest and nodded with a half-smile.
"Yes, I am none other than Wang Zi'an. Brother, you suddenly stopped me. Do you have any advice? Could it be that you thought I was kind-hearted, as if you had seen me somewhere, and then you suddenly had the idea of having an in-depth communication with me -"
Having said this, he raised his arms in an awkward manner and gave the other party an ambiguous smile.
The handsome boy across from him probably didn't expect that the famous Wang Zi'an would speak like this. His expression suddenly froze, and he was slightly panicked.
But soon, he realized the problem, coughed slightly, and looked over without giving in.
"I don't dare to think about in-depth exchanges - but I just heard that my brother was talking rubbish and discarded the newspaper compiled by these great scholars, and I was a little puzzled - maybe you think that your knowledge is already high now?" To the point where no one can match it? You can’t even read the articles of these great scholars..."
"Yes, what qualifications do you have to slander these great Confucian articles - if you have the ability, why don't you try to write one? I really think that if I can write a few poems, I will be able to do anything -"
Before the leader finished speaking, there was a young young man with a round face next to him, who came over angrily.
Looking at this young master with a round face and a bit of baby fat, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but laugh. He raised his eyebrows and looked at this girl who, although she tried her best to act masculine, would always reveal a girlish attitude inadvertently, and teased her a little playfully.
"This little-little brother, do you really want me to write it?"
"Yes, if you have the ability, write it -"
After saying that, he waved his hand.
Hey--
There was actually a boy beside him who actually took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the spot. The most outrageous thing was that there was someone joining in the fun and actively brought a table for him.
What a dedication!
Wang Zi'an couldn't help being amused.
He looked happily at these young men fighting for the Shilin Newspaper.
"If you ask me to write, I will write. How shameless will I be? Do you know that nowadays, whether it is poetry, articles, or calligraphy and painting works, almost every word is worth a thousand dollars. Um, no, it should be hard to find. ——Because I am not short of money, they can’t buy it even if they have money..."
As he said that, he raised his eyebrows deliberately and turned around to leave.
"You, stop for me, Master!"
Hearing what he said, the round-faced young man opposite him felt his chest heaving with anger, his teeth clenched, and he snorted in annoyance.
"Don't you just want money? I have a lot of money - if you have the ability, just write. As long as you write better than these great scholars, I will give you money later, and every word can be worth a thousand dollars -"
Yo ho——
What a loud tone.
Wang Zi'an paused and turned around with a half-smile.
"You said it, don't lie around and cry when the time comes - let me tell you, if you can't pay the money then, I will ask someone to pay off the debt. You have to know that I am currently short of people. A personal servant..."
As he spoke, he pointed at the little Taoist nun who was holding a long sword and watching the excitement.
"Look, there's only one at the moment, and it's a bit asymmetrical..."
As soon as Wang Zi'an said this, the little guy opposite who had some baby fat almost exploded with anger on the spot.
"Okay, you write. If you have the ability, write. Whoever cheats is a puppy!"
When Wang Zi'an saw this little guy, he was so anxious that he even showed the attitude of a girl. He couldn't help but feel amused. He deliberately pretended to ponder for a while, and then shook his head slightly when the little girl's expression was about to explode.
"You really want to bet with me? That won't work, you are too young - betting on this with you would seem like my prince is bullying the younger ones. Even if he wins you, it will be disgraceful. Forget it, forget it - "
Pretending to leave again.
The little girl exploded on the spot.
"You, you, you, sir, stop!"
ps: Later, around 12 o'clock, there will be an additional update about the boss Yishui Hanfengling.
