The old Confucian scholar walked all the way east, in the direction of his school, and had been looking at it for who knows how long.
Even holding the newspaper in his hand, he was fascinated by it, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing.
The newspaper opened to four pages. On the last page, the old Confucian scholar glanced at it, and it seemed that "Journey to the West" was written on it~
I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows, how could this folklore book exist in the same chapter as His Majesty's article?
This newspaper is really good! I admit it!
but!
You, a common folk talk that cannot be put on the stage, exist in the same chapter as His Majesty's writing style!
It’s really a bit ignorant!
However, as he walked, the old Confucian scholar couldn't help but start looking.
"Journey to the West".
The poem says: Chaos is undivided, the sky and the earth are chaotic, vast and indistinct, no one can see it. Since Pangu broke through the Hongmeng, he has opened up the distinction between purity and turbidity. Encourage all sentient beings to look up to the benevolence and discover that all things are good.
If you want to know about the Yuan Gong of Good Fortune, you must read "Journey to the West".
According to the number of heaven and earth, one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years is one yuan. One yuan is divided into twelve groups, which are the twelve branches of Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu and Hai...
unconsciously……
The old Confucian scholar walked all the way from Minle Square in the West City to Chongren Square in the East City.
Finally, I have finished reading the first chapter of Journey to the West.
The disgusting attitude just now turned into a look of regret and unhappiness!
Why did it disappear so quickly?
So what will happen to Sun Wukong when he goes to heaven?
How anxious!
However, when he reacted by clutching the newspaper in his hand like a treasure, he found that he had arrived at Chongrenfang!
This is several blocks away from the school where I teach!
Immediately he glared, turned around quickly, and prepared to go back quickly!
Along the way, he found that many people were holding a copy of Datang Daily in their hands, sometimes talking, sometimes just standing in one place and watching quietly.
Even many peasants and lackeys who didn't read or read were gathered around one person, listening to the person telling the above story like a storyteller.
Overnight, this sudden appearance of the newspaper seemed to be popular in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City!
Countless people don't even know which bookstore this is. How dare they sell these for two cents a piece of paper?
But these are not what many ordinary people think about. What they think is that the things on it are really beautiful.
Officials who study read political affairs, the trends of the court, and the articles written by His Majesty himself!
Boring and joking, watching people's livelihood, interesting stories, and the wonderful "Journey to the West"!
For a time, in less than a day, the Datang Daily became the talk of the town in Chang'an.
For some high-end restaurants, from noon to afternoon, almost everyone who comes comes has a newspaper.
I don’t know why, but this newspaper suddenly became a trend indicator~
But these days, as long as there is some wealth, all of them are literate. Even if they can't speak in words, they can still be regarded as fluent in writing.
Therefore, for new things like newspapers, this group of people already had one when they came up.
In a restaurant.
While waiting for the food to be served, a few wealthy-looking people started chatting over the newspaper.
One of them, a rather wealthy fat man, was the first to speak.
"Everyone, is the Holy One too rich now? I'm afraid this big paper with this printing is not cheap. If it is sold for such a small amount, wouldn't it be necessary to continue to lose money? What is the Holy One trying to do? "
After all, they are businessmen. Ordinary people would probably think about the information, news, and articles in newspapers, but these businessmen's first concern is the cost and price of newspapers.
Another businessman with a goatee smiled and joked.
"Brother, you are thinking blindly again. Whether this is a loss or not is the Holy One's own business. What's the matter, you still want to take a share??"
The fat man rolled his eyes: "Hahaha, shopkeeper Dong is joking, what kind of business are you doing? Such a good piece of paper only costs two cents a piece, you ask, is it possible to make a profit at a loss in this business?" ?”
"Or, His Majesty and the aristocratic family..."
"Shh~"
The goateeted businessman quickly grabbed him.
"Brother, even if you don't know the foundation of this kind of business, you'd better not mess with it, because a person has the support of the Holy One, and the foundation is stronger than anything else!"
"Besides, whether we make money or not, this matter is not ours to discuss. Let's just be quiet these days and wait until next year before we think about it~"
"Haha, isn't that a joke..."
The rich and fat man quickly laughed.
But no matter what, do you really think that the nobles and wealthy households in Chang'an City are good people who abide by the law?
The wealthy businessman thought about it again and again, but he really couldn't think of any way to make money.
He simply joked and said: "But I have to say that this Journey to the West is extremely exciting. I have sent my subordinates to wait at the entrance of Chang'an Bookstore tomorrow, waiting for tomorrow's new newspaper to come out, so I will go and take a look..."
"Hahaha, so does a certain person!"
…
In Chang'an City, in front of a storyteller's stall.
The old man saw that the weather was a little better today, so he got up early.
I thought if the weather was better today, more people would come and I could earn two more copper coins.
But after being on the table for so long, no one came around even though my mouth was almost smoking from playing and singing.
The old man couldn't help but feel very depressed. He sat there and looked around, feeling strange in his heart.
I looked at what many people were holding in their hands, and they were surprisingly stunned, and their expressions were very serious.
A newspaper seller passed by, and he couldn't help but buy a copy.
After all, the old man was also a scholar when he was young. If it were not for his livelihood, he would not be able to switch to this profession.
When he finished reading "Journey to the West", unlike others, he was so angry that he was twitching.
The previous one was pretty good, but this Journey to the West was clearly going to end his job!
this!
This is too much!
And at the end it says, if you want to know what happened next, please listen to the breakdown tomorrow!
A series this time?
This immediately made the old storyteller very angry.
Maybe he never expected that he would inspire someone, but that person would almost cost him his job~
What can be done?
What others write is better than what you tell, and they are sold cheaper. In this winter, you can read the stories before even leaving the house.
Who can I ask to reason with this?
God wants to kill me~
For a moment, on this street corner where no one cares.
The old storyteller was leaning against the wall, with his hands clasped in his hands, a look of sadness on his face.
Changsheng raised his head half-way and sighed for a moment.
At this time, the grand background music sounded again:
Snowflakes are falling and the north wind is blowing~
The world is a vast expanse...
Some are happy and some are sad.
In the palace, the royal study room...
Li Shimin went to court and gathered with several civil servants.
One person holds a copy of Datang Daily.
The more you look at it, the more satisfied you become, and the more you look at it, the more ambitious you become.
And Fang Xuanling pretended to be calm, while she couldn't help but laugh so hard that her beard almost trembled.
And when Fang Xuanling looked at the article he had written above, a warning to officials all over the world, he suddenly felt comfortable reading it.
To put it bluntly, Wei Zheng is also a scholar. Being able to see his words printed on paper during his lifetime is simply the highest pursuit of a scholar.
Moreover, on this day, many people in Chang'an could see it, which was really unspeakable and full of vanity!
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Thank you, brothers. No one blamed me for not updating on time two days ago. I will resume updating immediately these two days, and I will slowly make up for what was missing!
Thank you friends!
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