Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

It was rainy and windy last night.

In the early morning, Zhongjing City was densely humid, and a few crystal dewdrops dripped from the tips of the leaves and dripped into the backs of pedestrians' necks.

The whole street is already a lively scene. Those who go to work, those who go to school, those who wake up early, and those who reveled all night last night and went home with dark circles under their eyes, all came together.

Amidst this crowd, several carriages swayed to a stop at the intersection, the curtains were lifted, and a few children ran down from each carriage. The child was dressed in eccentric yet solemn clothes, with a leather cap and a large cloth pocket slanted across. Both the cloth pockets 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, and stuffed them into their cloth pockets. Under the watchful eyes of the driver, they separated into several groups and ran towards the place where the crowd gathered the most, singing songs with children's voices as they ran.

"La-la-la, la-la-la, I'm a little connoisseur of newspaper sales. I run around the streets in heavy wind and rain, screaming as I run. Today's people's newspaper is really good, and I sell a newspaper for five cents..."

Almost at the same time, the same ballad sounded in the most prosperous streets of the morning market in Zhongjing City. The Zhongjing City, which was originally full of market well-being, has actually become a little more alive...

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The major academies in China and Beijing.

Yesterday, the students who transcribed their articles walked out of the academy one after another. Each of them carried a thick stack of newspapers and went directly to the Wenchang Pavilion's stall selling "Wenbao".

"Diefei, why are we going to Beiqing Street? It's so far..." Liu Mengrui hugged the newspaper she just brought, supported her chest, and followed behind Cheng Diefei.

"No matter how far it is, someone will go." 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 chat with Wan Anbo." Cheng Diefei thought to himself.

……

North Wind Tower.

Today's Beifeng Tower is not what it used to be. In just a few days, it has already spread like a **** in Zhongjing. The people who came specially to wake up early almost smashed the gate, and the signboard that was full of people was hung outside the gate early, but there were still people who forced their way in.

Especially, it can be clearly seen that many Confucian scholars have also joined the ranks of Awakening Zao.

You must know that in the past, these Confucian scholars had their own literary associations, and they would never crowd with the common people in the market. At this moment, they huddled together in a row, squatting on the ground and eating their own breakfast, staring straight at the Saiwen Tower.

"Hateful, let Zheliu Academy take the lead. If Mr. Nan goes to our academy to speak "Du Shiniang" first, I will definitely be promoted!" A scholar took a bite of the oil cake, wiped the grease on his mouth, and said bitterly.

"Brother Wen, don't complain, it's the same today." Another scholar advised.

"Treasure the two of you. I heard that the eight major academies in China and Beijing have all issued letters of honor to Mr. Nan. It's uncertain how long Mr. Nan will stay in Beifenglou. It's good that we students of small colleges can still hear it now. already."

"Didn't Wenchang Pavilion say that it will be popularized?"

"That always takes time! Besides, what if it's not as good as what Mr. Nan said?"

Several Confucian scholars were discussing, when Beifenglou suddenly remembered a loud noise. On the platform, the door curtain was opened, and Nan Yuanxi, who was full of spring, strode out from the inside and gave a group bow to the four directions.

"Everyone, good morning!" Nan Yuan said with a smile, full of energy.

"I know that most of you are here today for the article "Du Shiniang sinks the treasure chest in anger", but today, Nan Sheng has other arrangements!"

As soon as Nan Yuanxi said these words, the audience instantly became noisy.

"Mr. Nan, this can't be done! I just want to hear "Du Shiniang", you can talk about it."

"That's right, Mr. Nan, let's not listen to what you say, just listen to "Du Shiniang"!"

"Mr. Nan, I am a student from the Buregai Academy. I made a special trip here to ask Mr. Nan to open his mouth and talk about "Du Shiniang"."

……

Nan Yuanxi listened to the voice below and signaled everyone to be quiet. After a while, he said, "Today, Wan Anbo's "Daxuan Minbao" first published a strange article called "Swordsman", Nan Sheng and everyone The colleagues asked for the uncle's approval to talk about this "Swordsman" for everyone."

"The "Da Xuan Min News" was made by my uncle for the people of Limin, and it is published every seven days. It has a summary of my articles and a serialization of my uncle's articles. Among them, the uncle's articles were written by Ya Wen. , without the limitations of read-through talent."

As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly forgot about "Du Shiniang", but asked in disbelief: "Impossible? How can Yawen essays not need to read through talent?"

"However, it seems that the same is true of "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui"."

"I heard from the students of Zheliu Academy that "Du Shiniang" is the same."

Just when there was a lot of discussion in the audience, I only heard that there was a crisp "pop" on the stage, and the wood fell.

Everyone was startled and looked at Nan Yuanxi again. I saw Nan Yuanxi sitting on the high platform, took a deep breath, slowly opened his mouth, and slowly opened a picture of the rivers and lakes for everyone...

……

Purple Bamboo Building.

"The gentle breeze is blowing the willows, and the fragrance of the flowers is intoxicating. It's the season of spring in the southern country!"

Sang Luo's voice full of vicissitudes sounded, as if bringing everyone into the world in the story.

……

Full Moon Building.

"The girl in Tsing Yi lowered her head and held a wooden plate, put a cup and chopsticks in front of Lin Pingzhi and others, put 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 complexion was very dark and rough. She seemed to have many acne scars on her face, and her appearance was very ugly. care."

Said Mr. Wen shaking his head and talking about the story he just wrote down. The people in the audience also listened silently.

……

Drunk Wind Building.

"Lin Pingzhi has never killed anyone before, and at this time his face was completely bloodless, and he said in a trembling voice: 'Shi... '"

Mr. Shuowen said and acted, completely restoring Lin Pingzhi's panic after the murder, hooking the emotions of everyone in the audience, and he didn't know what would happen next.

……

North Wind Tower.

Nan Yuanxi said that the first day that everyone agreed to break the rules, it was the Fuwei Security Bureau's **** and the **** who died one after another. Some people murmured that it was the evil ghost who took his life, and Lin Pingzhi explained to his father that he had committed murder. the moment.

Just listening to Xingmu taking pictures of the whole city at almost the same time, the whole Zhongjing city echoed with a word that made people grit their teeth.

"Predict what will happen in the future, let's listen to the decomposition next time!"

After saying this, Nan Yuanxi got up immediately, turned around and left the Saiwen Tower.

It took a while for everyone to react, and there was a commotion.

"Mr. Nan, it's not over yet, why did you leave?"

"What next time? I'll listen to it now!"

"What is this, it has a beginning and no end, so I won't talk about it when I get excited about it?"

"Tear down the Beifeng Building and capture Nan Yuanxi alive!"

At a time when the crowd was surging, the young two who had already arranged to comfort him: "Dear gentlemen, Mr. Nan is talking about the content of the "Daxuan Min Daily", and the story on it is the full version..."

"Really? Where can I buy it?"

"The sales point of "Wenbao"~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and newsboys singing on the street, they are all sold."

Almost instantly, the Beifeng Building, which was full before, was immediately empty!

If someone looks down from a high altitude, they can find that countless figures run out of a teahouse that wakes up early, and quickly surround the newsboys and "Wenbao" selling points on the streets, forming a personal circle...

……

Chen Luo rode the carriage and passed the sales point on Beiqing Street, and saw that the purchasers had already surrounded the small sales point on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and even the patrol officer came to maintain order.

A girl's voice could be vaguely heard from the crowd.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, five cents of silver!"

"This is a Yawen article. If you don't know Yawen, don't buy it. You can hear what Mr. Wen has to say!"

"Where to touch your hand, my mother and father are great scholars, interrupt your hand!"

Looking at the grand occasion of everyone buying newspapers, Chen Luo was silent for a moment, then pulled down the sign representing "Wan Anbo" hanging on the carriage and signaled Ji Zhong to leave.

……

The carriage drove through Suzaku Street, and the sound of gnashing teeth came in through the curtain.

"You're a barbarian, who said that the full version was published in the People's Daily? This is the first time!"

"It's heartbreaking! Wan Anbo, this old man and you are inseparable!"

"Shame of the literati!"

……

"Master, it seems like a lot of people are scolding you..."

Inside the carriage, Chen Luo calmly took a sip of tea: "Let the bullets fly for a while..."

"Bullet? What?" Ji Zhong looked puzzled.

Chen Luo didn't answer, but said, "I won't go back to the Earl's Mansion today, I'll go to Sanxi Village outside the city..."