The babbling carriage drove toward the outside of the city.
In the carriage, Chen Luo lamented that it had been smooth sailing these past two days. He originally thought that this new newspaper would take half a month to run, but he did not expect that all the problems would be solved in three strokes, five divided by two.
Is this just luck?
When times come, heaven and earth all work together... The second half of the sentence is unlucky, so I won't recite it.
Thinking of this, Chen Luo suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Li who was also concentrating in the car with his eyes closed, and asked: "Eunuch Wang, you and Lu Tong seem to have a good relationship."
Wang Li opened his eyes and smiled apologetically: "Nothing can be hidden from my uncle's discerning eyes. This Lu Tong was originally the chief eunuch of the Qing Dynasty Bureau, ranking fourth under the salary, palm seal, and pen. The princes in charge of the palace were promoted and dismissed to high positions. Sixteen years ago, he made some mistakes, which made His Majesty furious and drove him out of the palace. Because he cared about his hard work for half his life, he arranged a The errands of managing the Imperial Manor.”
"When Eunuch Lu was in power, he was kind and compassionate, and took good care of the people below him. Not to mention me, even the Hou Shou was favored by Eunuch Lu, so I obeyed him and let him come to ask for help from my uncle. grace."
Wang Li said this and thought for a moment: "If uncle doesn't like it, I will arrange another job for him tomorrow so that it won't bother him."
Chen Luo was a little surprised: "Can I still use him?"
In Chen Luo's past life memory, eunuchs were reserved exclusively for the royal family. For ordinary people, even if a first-class official used eunuchs, it would be a crime of transgression.
Wang Li was also happy when he heard the meaning of Chen Luo's words: "Of course. Lu Tong does not have a palace status now, so he is not counted as a member of the palace. At most, he is a disabled person who committed suicide among the people. His uncle is willing to take him in. That is his blessing. "
Chen Luo nodded slightly. Lu Tong seemed to have a good heart, and he was an old eunuch. He must know a lot of secrets inside and outside the palace. He would also have someone to ask questions in the future.
But this is not urgent, it still needs to be observed.
…
"Cheng Diefei, Liu Mengrui!" A middle-aged woman handed two jade tokens to Cheng and Liu, "Your review has passed. After receiving the notification, you can go to Qingyun Tower to complete the transcription work with this identity jade token. One hundred copied manuscripts can be exchanged for one academy point, do you understand me clearly?"
"Qingyun Tower?" Cheng Diefei was surprised. It was a secret place in Red Sleeve Academy, and manuscripts related to enlightenment were often copied there. What article did Wan Anbo write that the academy paid so much attention to?
However, thinking about the fact that "Du Shiniang" has been praised in Zheliu Academy one after another, Cheng Diefei felt relieved and was full of expectations for the article he was about to write.
"Die Fei, let's go to Cuiyun Tower to eat pastries." Liu Mengrui didn't think too much, casually put the jade token into her arms, leaned close to Cheng Die Fei and whispered, "My breasts are from eating the pastries there. .You also have to make up for it..."
Cheng Diefei's face instantly turned red and he spat: "You're talking nonsense again. You can eat whatever you want. Why are you making up this nonsense?"
Then he looked down and saw that the rise and fall of his chest could be grasped. Compared with Liu Mengrui's giant body, it was indeed inconspicuous.
Damn it, Mengrui clearly has the face of a girl, how come she is so developed...
"Let's go...let's go...what do you usually eat?"
Not for the purpose of taking supplements or not, but just to tell Liu Mengrui that eating pastries has no effect!
…
Beifeng Tower.
In addition to waking up early, Beifeng Tower is also a bustling restaurant on weekdays, but now the door is closed tightly with a "booked" sign on it, and outsiders are not allowed to approach.
"Everyone, this is what happened, are you interested?" In the lobby, Nan Yuanxi stood in the center, looking at the people sitting around, and said with a smile on his face.
The people around here are not ordinary guests. These are the most famous Shuowen gentlemen in Zhongjing City. Before "Zhong Kui", Nan Yuan Xi might not have been able to join their ranks, but now that "Du Shiniang" has come out, Nan Yuan Xi has become a representative figure of Mr. Shuowen.
"Mr. Nan, I would like to ask a few questions first." An old man with a goatee stood up and saluted. When Nan Yuanxi saw him, he quickly returned the salute.
This old man's name is Sang Luo, known as Sang Gong, and he is the leader of Mr. Shuowen in Zhongjing. Unlike Nanyuan Xi and other desperation people who came to write essays, Sang Luo had served as an aide to the chief official of a state for eight years. Later, when his boss retired and returned to his hometown, Sang Luo returned to Zhongjing and was not employed by anyone. He became a Mr. Shuowen.
"Sang Gong, please speak."
Sang Luo cleared his throat: "We, Shuowen, are not just messing around with food, but also to help people solve their doubts. If I accept Wan Anbo's invitation, can I be Mr. Shuowen again?"
Mr. Shuowen nodded one after another. After all, Shuowen is a guy who eats. If he could only choose one of the two, although the salary offered by Wan Anbo was attractive, after all, he suddenly became wealthy, and whether he could last long was a question.
Nan Yuanxi smiled softly: "Sang Gong is worrying too much. My uncle means that the new newspaper should establish an editorial system."
"What is the editing system? Receive manuscripts, review and correct them. You are still writers, but you can compile your own analyzes that you are proud of and submit them to me. I will naturally select the best and record them, and those who are worthy of being recorded will be rewarded by their words. .”
"Currently I am the only editor, and more will naturally be added in the future."
"In addition, if you are like Mr. Sang, students should not dare to read your masterpieces. If you are willing, Xinbao can open a column for Mr. Sang. What is a column? That is to create a fixed place in Xinbao for Mr. Sang and publish articles regularly. However, If it is a column, Sang Gong needs to sign a contract with the new newspaper and cannot stop publishing."
"Other than that, whether you continue to be Mr. Shuowen or not is entirely up to you. Even if it's me, as long as I have time, this Beifeng Building is still my dock. Please don't come and snatch it away..."
Nan Yuanxi made a joke, and there was a burst of laughter from everywhere.
Sang Luo nodded and asked: "Then the second question. Can we still talk about what we wrote in the morning? In addition, can we also talk about uncle's article..."
As soon as this question came up, Mr. Zhongshuowen pricked up his ears. These two items are the most closely related, and a clear reply must be obtained.
Nanyuan Xi took a sip from his tea cup, and after appeasing everyone's taste, he slowly said: "The new newspaper is scheduled to be published every seven days, and it will publish the interpretation of the past seven days' policies. Naturally, you can explain your analysis first in the morning. As for uncle’s article…”
Nan Yuanxi nodded: "Of course it's okay..."
Everyone was about to cheer, but Nan Yuanxi raised his voice: "But! My uncle has a condition!"
The crowd's voices stagnated, and Duke Sang frowned slightly: "But you need to be able to recite?"
The so-called recitation resources originated from brothel lyrics and music. It refers to the brothel reciting the lyrics of the lyricist. The brothel needs to pay the lyricist a fee, which is equivalent to copyright fees.
When he first learned about this, Chen Luo was shocked. This Lord of Heaven is truly the patron saint of literati...
"No..." Nan Yuanxi shook his head, "My uncle's request is..."
