"Yes, yes, everyone, sing along with me..." Chen Luo looked at the children in the courtyard and sang at the top of his voice, "La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers..."
"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers..." The children were very happy to hear that they did not have to leave Huangzhuang, and they sang obediently to Chen Luo's accent. Although the song sounded a bit strange, it It is very cheerful to sing.
Speaking of which, when Chen Luo was teaching in a mountainous area in his previous life, he was responsible for music and sports.
There was no way, the college students who went to teach with him were all from prestigious universities. He was from an art school, so he had to do some work that was not related to his major.
In just one cup of tea, Chen Luo learned this newspaper selling song.
"Divide the children into groups." Chen Luo took the tea from Lu Tong and said, "The nine-year-olds and above will be in groups of two, and the seven- and eight-year-olds will be in groups of five. From now on, they will be responsible for selling newspapers to me in the city. Each group gets one tael of silver per month. Those under seven years old can stay in the village and do some farm work with you."
Lu Tong was overjoyed and wanted to kneel down to thank him again, but Chen Luo stopped him.
Chen Luo looked at the dirty children again, which reminded him of the students in the mountains. He felt sour in his heart. He reached for the pen and ink and drew a set of clothing patterns on the paper. The pattern was based on the student uniforms from the Republic of China. , and a large cross-body pocket, handed to Lu Tong.
"Follow this style, change it into winter and summer clothes, and give each child a set. In addition, buy some daily clothes. Children, it is better to be clean. It is the face of my Earl's Palace! These ragged clothes are not to be messed with. Are you kidding me? You need to get the money from the village first and just keep a record."
Lu Tong held the drawings with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, this..."
"Don't kneel down, just leave it like this. Besides, it's not okay for the newsboy to be illiterate. Go and invite some Confucian scholars. It doesn't need to be very good, just someone who can teach literacy will be fine. You can decide on the cost and come from the village."
Lu Tong looked at Chen Luo, and after a while, he said with a choked voice: "Uncle is so kind. These children will remember my uncle's grace for the rest of their lives."
Chen Luo smiled faintly and said nothing. He is not a bad person. In his previous life, he went to teach in order to help the children there change their lives. Now he can easily change the lives of these children in a good direction. Why not?
The value of a person is always reflected in others.
…
Beifeng Tower.
"Mr. Nan, please stop stumbling. Please tell me what Wan Anbo's request is..."
Nanyuan Xi paused for a long time this time, and the ears of those Shuowen gentlemen were sore, and then one gentleman complained.
Nanyuan chuckled: "Habit, get used to it. My uncle has only one request, and that is that after you get the manuscript, you can't finish it all at once!"
"What do you mean by this?" Sang Luo asked.
Nan Yuanxi replied: "My uncle's idea is that we come up with a rule to uniformly divide each of his articles into six paragraphs, and say one paragraph every day. The publication day is the first paragraph, and so on. By the end of the sixth paragraph, it will coincide with the release of the next issue of the new newspaper last day."
"Then if the customer doesn't like it, why not just buy the new newspaper?" Mr. Youshuowen said.
Nan Yuanxi glared at him angrily: "My uncle's original intention is to sell the new newspaper. Could it be that I'm coaxing you to talk about it, and my uncle's new newspaper won't be sold?"
When Mr. Shuowen heard this, he blushed and quickly closed his mouth.
Nan Yuanxi continued: "Don't be anxious, everyone. My uncle's initial price for the new newspaper is five cents per piece, which is equivalent to five hundred copper coins. Not everyone is willing to give it up."
"Furthermore, the articles are all written in elegant Chinese. How can ordinary people understand them? Why don't we rely on us to explain them?"
"Finally, my uncle said, I hope we can tell the story more vividly. My uncle said this is called storytelling! In addition, you see..."
Nanyuan Xi took out a square piece of wood from his arms, about the size of his palm, made of ebony.
"What is this?" Sang Luo narrowed his eyes, "It looks like a gavel used by the chief official of the Yamen."
"Sang Gong has a wise eye. My uncle gave this thing the name of Awakening Wood. Every time it opens, turns, or ends, this tree will wake up the crowd. Everyone, please listen..."
With that said, Nanyuan Xi patted Xingmu toward him, and a clear voice echoed through the entire Beifeng Tower.
"Wonderful! It's so wonderful!" Sang Luo's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to take the awakening wood from Nan Yuanxi's hand. He rubbed it in his hand and couldn't put it down. "The sound of this wood can make people look at it intently. It's really wonderful."
Nan Yuanxi smiled and said, "Uncle, I have another suggestion..."
"What suggestions?" Sang Luo asked quickly.
"My uncle said that it is best to wake up every time you finish a day's paragraph and say, 'I know what will happen next, and I will listen to the explanation next time'!"
Mr. Zhongshuowen was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about the scene and couldn't help but laugh——
"Uncle is really talented! Hahahaha..."
…
"Next, let's wait for the news from Nanyuan Xi." In the carriage, Chen Luo stretched. According to the plan, as long as Nanyuan News sorted out the editorial section and the academy had its own printing workshop, the edition could be opened and printed, and then the students would copy "The Swordsman" and the new newspaper would be completed.
Next, just leave it to your own team of newsboys to sell newspapers all over the streets!
Then Daizong can also be resurrected.
And I, lying at home, waiting for a small amount of money... No, waiting for the mundane Qi to gather again, then I can start the cultivation of the second realm of the mundane realm - the qi-nourishing realm.
According to the information from Tongtian Road, when you reach the Qi-nourishing state, you can release the red dust Qi to injure the enemy.
Boxing style? Sword energy? Dao Gang?
Chen Luo felt very excited just thinking about it. He glanced at Ji Zhong sitting next to him and thought, well, I'll compete with him again then.
"However, it's time to think about bringing Chen Xuan over..." Chen Luo thought for a while, one thing after another in the past two days. Finally, he feels a little more relaxed now, and it's time to put this matter on the agenda.
Thinking of Chen Xuan, Chen Luo thought of her eyes again.
"Barbarian Bone Pill!"
Chen Luo opened the curtain and said to the driver driving the carriage: "Change to Wanbao Tower."
…
Wan'an County.
"Miss, Miss..." Xiaohuan rushed into Chen Xuan's room like a gust of wind and took a breath: "Uncle Ping said that the land outside the city has been arranged and the shops in the county have been rented out. Wait. The young master has made arrangements in the capital, and we can set off."
Chen Xuan smiled and pushed the tea in her hand forward: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."
"Yes." Xiaohuan picked up the tea and took a sip, "There is also new news about the young master in Magistrate Cai..."
"What's the news?" Chen Xuan suddenly became anxious, "Stop drinking, tell me first."
Xiaohuan pouted, put down the cup, and continued: "Zhixian Cai said that the young master worshiped a semi-holy master. But when Cai Zhixian said it, his tone was very strange, and he even muttered about the little master..."
"By the way, Magistrate Cai also said that the young master seems to have written some article that promoted everyone in the academy. But I heard that it was about women in brothels. Miss, you should take good care of the young master after you go to the capital. I I heard Cui'er from the Liu family say that their young master goes to a brothel every day and wants to do that with her...it scared her to death!"
"You're talking nonsense again." Chen Xuan snorted, "Can the prodigal son of the Liu family compare to Luo'er? No article about a brothel can make a Confucian scholar advance. I think he wrote a good poem. "
"But miss, what if..."
"Okay, okay, you go and do your business, let me be quiet for a while."
Xiaohuan curled his lips and ran out.
"Alas..." Chen Xuan sighed, "I need to be quiet for a while. I don't even know how to face Luo'er."
Chen Xuan fiddled with the pearl hairpin in her hand with one hand, thinking about it, and suddenly became angry: "I can write brothel poems... I should take care of it. I am young, and I am an uncle, and I am still as prosperous as in Zhongjing. What if the place is empty?"
"I still have to go to the capital!"
Chen Xuan put down the beaded hairpin in her hand. Because she lost her vision, her soul seemed to be clearer.
Over the past few days, some memories that she had somehow forgotten reappeared in her mind.
Among them, there is a passage from eighteen years ago.
The father, whose face was blurred in the memory, placed an infant child in front of her.
"Xuan'er, look at this doll, do you want him to be your husband-in-law or your younger brother?"
The little girl with a delicate face glanced at the infant child and said with disgust: "What is your husband? He is so young, he must be his younger brother."
Hearing this sentence, the child burst into tears.
…
Chen Xuan suddenly remembered the scene of Chen Luo breaking into her room while she was taking a bath, and her face turned red.
"After all these years, why can't I remember this?"
"Why did that little person suddenly grow so big?"
"Since I have been my sister for nineteen years, let me continue to be my sister..."
