It was rainy and windy last night.
The humidity in Zhongjing City in the early morning was thick, and a few crystal dewdrops dripped from the tips of the leaves, dripping into the backs of pedestrians' necks. The pedestrians were agitated, and their sleepiness was dissipated a little.
The whole street is already a lively scene, with people going to work, going to school, people waking up early, and people who party all night long and come home with dark circles under their eyes, all coming and going.
In this crowd, several carriages stopped at the street entrance. The curtains of the carriages were opened, and several children ran out of each carriage. The child was wearing strange but dignified clothes, a fur hat, and a large cloth bag diagonally across his body. Both the bag and the clothes are embroidered with the word "Chen" in red.
The children lined up in several queues, took a thick stack of papers from the driver's hands, and stuffed them into their cloth pockets. Under the gaze of the coachman, they separated into several groups and ran towards the most crowded places, singing songs with a childlike voice as they ran.
"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers. I am running all over the streets in the heavy wind and rain, screaming as I run. Today's public newspapers are really good. I can sell one newspaper for five cents..."
Almost at the same time, the same songs rang out in the busiest streets of Zhongjing City’s morning market. Zhongjing City, which was originally full of bustling atmosphere, actually has a bit more lively atmosphere...
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Major academies in Beijing.
The students who copied articles yesterday walked out of the academy one after another. Each of them held a thick stack of newspapers in their hands and went directly to the stall selling "Wenbao" in Wenchang Pavilion.
"Die Fei, why are we going to Beiqing Street? It's so far there..." Liu Mengrui followed Cheng Die Fei holding the newspaper she had just received, supporting her chest.
"No matter how far it is, someone has to go there." Cheng Diefei replied. She would not tell Liu Mengrui that it was the nearest sales point to Qing'anfang. Maybe Wan Anbo would come and take a look.
"It would be great if I could have a few words with Wan Anbo." Cheng Diefei thought to himself.
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Beifeng Tower.
Today's Beifeng Tower is no longer what it used to be. In just a few days, it has already spread to Zhongjing City like a god. The people who came here specially to wake up early almost broke through the door. A sign indicating that it was fully booked was hung outside the door early, but there were still people who forced their way in.
In particular, it is obvious that many Confucian scholars have joined the ranks of Xingzao.
You must know that in the past, these Confucian scholars had their own literary societies and would never crowd together with the common people. At this time, everyone was huddled in a row, squatting on the ground and eating their own breakfast, staring directly at the speaking platform.
"What a shame, we let Zheliu Academy take the lead. If Mr. Nan goes to our academy to give a speech on "Du Shiniang" first, I will definitely be promoted!" A Confucian scholar took a bite of the fried cake, touched the grease stains on his mouth, and said bitterly.
"Brother Wen, don't complain. It's the same thing today." Another Confucian scholar advised.
"Cherish it, you two. I heard that all the eight academies in Beijing and China have sent letters of appointment to Mr. Nan. I don't know how long Mr. Nan will stay in Beifeng Building. It's great that we students from small academies can still hear about it now." ”
"Didn't Wenchang Pavilion say it would make arrangements to popularize it?"
"That will take time! Besides, what if Mr. Nan doesn't have a good idea?"
While several Confucian scholars were discussing, Beifeng Tower suddenly remembered a commotion. On the balcony, the door curtain was opened, and Nan Yuanxi, who was full of spring, strode out from inside and made a group bow to all directions.
"Good morning everyone!" Nanyuan said with a smile, full of energy.
"I know that most of you are here today because of the article "Du Shiniang Sinks the Treasure Box in Anger", but today, Nan Sheng has other plans!"
As soon as Nan Yuanxi said these words, the audience immediately became noisy.
"Mr. Nan, this is not okay! I just want to hear "Du Shiniang", please tell me."
"Yes, Mr. Nan, we don't want to listen to what you say, just listen to "Du Shiniang"!"
"Mr. Nan, we are students from Buhui Academy. We have made a special trip to ask Mr. Nan to talk about "Du Shiniang"."
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Nan Yuanxi listened to the voice below and motioned for everyone to be quiet. After a moment, he said: "Today, Wan Anbo's "Da Xuan Min Daily" first published a strange article called "Swordsman", Nan Sheng and everyone I, my colleague, ask for my uncle's approval to tell you about "The Swordsman"."
"Da Xuan Min Bao was written by my uncle for the people of Li, and it is published every seven days. It contains a summary of our essays, and even a series of my uncle's articles. Among them, my uncle's articles were written by Ya Wen. , but there is no limit to reading through talent.”
As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately forgot about "Du Shiniang" and just asked in disbelief: "Impossible? How can Yawen articles not require the talent to read through?"
"However, it seems that the same is true for "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui"."
"I heard from students at Zheliu Academy that the same is true for "Du Shiniang"."
While there was a lot of discussion in the audience, I heard a crisp "pop" from the desk, and the tree fell down.
Everyone was shocked and looked at Nanyuan Xi again. I saw Nan Yuanxi sitting upright on the high platform, taking a deep breath, slowly opening his mouth, and slowly opening a picture of Jianghu to everyone...
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Zizhu Tower.
"The gentle breeze blows through the willows, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. It's the glorious spring season in the South!"
Sang Luo's rich voice seemed to bring everyone into the world of the story.
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Full Moon Tower.
"The girl in green held a wooden plate with her head lowered, placed cups and chopsticks in front of Lin Pingzhi and others, placed three pots of wine on the table, and walked away with her head lowered, never daring to glance at the guests. .”
"Lin Pingzhi saw that this girl had a graceful figure, but her skin was dark and rough. She seemed to have a lot of acne scars on her face, and her appearance was very ugly. He thought it was the first time she started selling wine, so her behavior was very stiff, and she didn't act right at the moment. care."
Mr. Shuowen shook his head and told the story he had just written down. The people in the audience also listened silently.
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Zui Feng Tower.
"Lin Pingzhi had never killed anyone before. At this time, his face was completely pale with fear, and he said in a trembling voice: 'Shi... Escort Shi, then... what should I do? I... originally didn't want to kill him.' '"
Mr. Shuowen completely restored Lin Pingzhi's panic after the murder with his words and performances, arousing the emotions of everyone in the audience, and they didn't know how it would develop next.
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Beifeng Tower.
Nan Yuanxi mentioned the break that everyone had agreed on on the first day. It was the escort and the head of Fuwei Escort who died one after another. Some people whispered that it was evil spirits who were seeking their lives. Lin Pingzhi confessed to his father about his murderous crimes. At that moment.
I heard the whole city's Xingmu take pictures almost at the same time, and the entire Zhongjing City echoed with a word that made people grit their teeth.
"Predict what will happen next, and let's hear the explanation next time!"
After saying this, Nan Yuanxi immediately stood up, turned around and left the Shuowen Tower.
It took a moment for everyone to react, and there was a burst of noise.
"Mr. Nan, you haven't finished speaking yet. Why are you leaving?"
"What kind of decomposition next time? I want to hear it now!"
"What's this? It has a beginning but no end. It arouses my interest and then doesn't talk about it anymore?"
"Demolish Beifeng Tower and capture Nanyuan Xi alive!"
When the crowd was raging, the waiter who had been arranged to comfort him said: "Dear guests, what Mr. Nan is talking about is the content in the "Da Xuan Min Daily", and the story in it is the complete version..."
"Really? Where can I buy it?"
"They are sold at the sales points of Wenbao and the newsboys who sing on the streets."
Almost instantly, the Beifeng Building, which was full before, was immediately empty!
If someone looks down from a high altitude, they can see that countless figures are running out of teahouses that have woken up early, and quickly surround the newsboys wandering the streets and the sales points of "Wenbao", forming a personal circle...
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Chen Luo rode a carriage and passed the sales point on Beiqing Street. He saw that buyers had surrounded the small sales point on three floors inside and three floors outside. There were even city patrol officers coming to maintain order.
A girl's voice could be vaguely heard from the crowd.
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, it's five cents a piece!"
"This is an elegant article. If you don't understand Yawen, don't buy it. You can listen to Mr. Wen's story!"
"Wherever you touch your hand, I'm a great scholar, so I'll break your hand!"
Seeing the grand scene of people buying newspapers, Chen Luo was silent for a moment, pulled off the sign representing "Wan Anbo" hanging on the carriage, and signaled Ji Zhong to leave.
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As the carriage drove through Zhuque Street, the sounds of gnashing teeth came through the curtains of the carriage.
"You're a bastard. Who said the full version was published in the People's Daily? This is the first time!"
"It's heart-breaking! Wan Anbo, I have nothing to do with you!"
"Shame on the literati!"
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"Sir, it seems that many people are scolding you..."
Chen Luo calmly took a sip of tea and said, "Let the bullets fly for a while..."
"Bullets? What?" Ji Zhong looked confused.
Chen Luo didn't answer, but just said: "I'm not going back to the Earl's Mansion today, I'm going to Sanxi Village outside the city..."
