Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Yes, yes, everyone sing along with me..." Chen Luo looked at the children in the courtyard and sang loudly, "La la la, la la la, I'm a little connoisseur of newspaper sales..."

"La la la, la la la, I'm a little connoisseur of newspaper sales..." The children were very happy when they heard that they didn't have to leave Huangzhuang, and sang obediently to Chen Luo's tone. Although this song sounded a bit strange, It is very happy to sing.

Speaking of which, when Chen Luo was teaching in the mountains in his previous life, he was responsible for music and sports.

There is no way, the college students who went to teach with him are all from famous universities. He is an art college student, so he has to do some work that is side-by-side with his major.

With a cup of tea, Chen Luo taught the newspaper selling song.

"Give the children a group." Chen Luo took the tea handed by Lu Tong and said, "A group of two over the age of nine, a group of five for seven and eight years old, and will be responsible for going to the city to sell me newspapers, Each group has one or two silver coins per month. Those under the age of seven can stay in the village and accompany you to do some farm work.”

Lu Tong was overjoyed, and was about to kneel down to thank Shan again, but was stopped by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo glanced at the dirty children again, reminding him of the students in the mountains, his heart was sour, he reached out to pick up the pen and ink, and drew the pattern of a set of clothes on the paper, using the appearance of the students' clothes in the Republic of China. , coupled with a large crossbody pocket, and handed it to Lu Tong.

"According to this style, change it into winter and summer clothes, and give each child a set. In addition, buy some daily clothes. Children, it's better to be clean, it's the face of my Earl's House! These ragged clothes are not annoying Are you kidding me? You can get the money from the village first and keep a record."

Lu Tong held the blueprint with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, this..."

"Don't kneel, that's all. Besides, it's not good for newsboys who don't know how to read. Go and invite a few Confucian scholars. You don't need to be very good. You can teach them to read.

Lu Tong looked at Chen Luo, and after a while, he said with choked sobbing: "Uncle is kind, these children will remember Uncle's grace for the rest of their lives."

Chen Luo smiled lightly and did not speak. He is not a bad person. He went to teach in his previous life to help the children there to change their lives. Now he can easily turn the lives of these children in a good direction, why not do it?

The value of a person is always reflected in others.

……

North Wind Tower.

"Mr. Nan, don't be stubborn. What exactly is Wan Anbo's request, you say..."

Nan Yuanxi paused for a long time this time. Those who said that Mr. Wen's ears were sore, and that was the only one who complained.

Nan Yuan Xi sneered: "Get used to, get used to. Uncle has only one request, that is, after you get the manuscript, you can't finish it all at once!"

"What's the explanation for this?" Sang Luo asked.

Nan Yuanxi replied: "Uncle's meaning is that we come up with a charter to divide an uncle's article into six paragraphs uniformly, and say one paragraph every day. The issue date is the first paragraph, and so on. By the end of the sixth paragraph, it is just in time for the next issue of the Nikkei newspaper."

"Then there are guests who can't listen to it, why don't you just buy a new newspaper?" said Mr. Wen.

Nan Yuanxi glared at him angrily: "Uncle's original intention is to sell new newspapers, is it coaxing you to talk, uncle's new newspapers are not for sale?"

That said, Mr. Wen blushed when he heard the words, and quickly closed his mouth.

Nan Yuanxi continued, "Don't worry, everyone. Uncle's price for the new newspaper is initially five cents a piece of silver, which is five hundred yuan in copper coins, and not everyone is willing to do so."

"Furthermore, that article was written in Yawen, how can ordinary people understand it? Can't we rely on us to say it?"

"Finally, Uncle said, I hope we can tell the story more vividly. Uncle said this is called storytelling! Besides, look..."

Nan Yuanxi took out a square piece of wood from his arms, about the size of a palm, made of ebony.

"What is this?" Sang Luo narrowed his eyes, "It looks like a gavel used by the chief of the yamen."

"Sang Gong's eyes. Uncle gave this thing the name Awakening Wood. Every opening, turning point, and finale, I use this wood to wake up the public. Everyone, please listen..."

With that said, Nan Yuanxi slapped Xingmu towards the table, and a crisp voice echoed throughout the North Wind Tower.

"Wonderful! It's wonderful!" Sang Luo's eyes lit up, he stepped forward and took the awakening wood from Nan Yuanxi's hand, rubbed it in his hand, and couldn't put it down, "The sound of this wood can make people look sideways, really wonderful."

Nan Yuanxi smiled and said, "Uncle has another suggestion..."

"What advice?" Sang Luo asked quickly.

"Uncle said, it's best to wake up every time you finish speaking a paragraph of the day, and say something like, 'Foresee what will happen next, and listen to the decomposition next time'!"

Everyone said that Mr. Wen was stunned for a moment, and then he made up the picture in his mind, and couldn't help but laugh--

"Uncle is really talented! Hahahaha..."

……

"Next, just wait for the news from Nan Yuanxi." In the carriage, Chen Luo stretched. According to the plan, as long as Nanyuanxi has sorted out the editorial section, and the academy has its own printing workshop, it can start printing, and then the students will transcribe "Swordsman", and the new newspaper will be completed.

Next, it is to hand over to your own newsboy team to sell newspapers all over the streets and alleys!

Then Daizong can also be resurrected.

As for myself, lying at home, waiting for the little money... No, waiting for the red dust to gather again, and then I can start the cultivation of the second realm of the red dust realm - the Qi nourishing realm.

According to the information on Tongtian Road, when you reach the Qi-nourishing realm, you can release the red dust to injure the enemy.

Boxing style? Sword Qi? Knife Gang?

Chen Luo felt very excited when he thought about it. He glanced at Ji Zhong who was sitting next to him, um, I'll have a competition with him then.

"However, it's time to think about bringing Chen Xuan over..." Chen Luo thought about it, and things have been happening one after another in the past two days. Now that I'm feeling more relaxed, it's time to put this matter on the agenda.

Thinking of Chen Xuan, Chen Luo thought of her eyes again.

"Bone Pill!"

Chen Luo lifted the curtain of the car and said to the groom who was driving the car, "Turn the lane and go to Wanbao Building."

……

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 are also rented out. Wait. The young master has arranged it 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."

"Well." Xiaohuan took the tea and took a sip, "There is also new news about the young master from Caizhi County..."

"What news?" Chen Xuan became anxious instantly, "Stop drinking, tell me first."

Xiaohuan pouted, put down the cup, and then said, "Cai Zhixian said that the young master worshipped a half-sage master. But when Cai Zhixian said it, his tone was very strange, and he muttered that the little master was coming..."

"By the way, Cai Zhixian also said that the young master seems to have written an article that made everyone in the academy get promoted. But I heard that it is about women in the brothel. Miss, you should take good care of the young master after you go to the capital. I I heard Cui'er from Liu's mansion say that their young master goes to the brothel every day and wants to be with her...it scared her to death!"

"It's too much to say again." Chen Xuan snorted softly, "Can the prodigal son of the Liu family be compared with Luo Er? How can there be an article written in a brothel that can make a scholar advance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I think it is written a good word."

"But Miss, in case..."

"Okay, okay, go do your work and let me be quiet for a while."

"Miss, why do you keep quiet lately? Don't tell me anything on your mind."

Xiaohuan pouted and ran out.

"Alas..." Chen Xuan sighed, "I want to be quiet, I don't even know how to face Luo Er."

Chen Xuan fiddled with the bead hairpin in her hand with one hand, thinking about it, and suddenly became annoyed: "I know how to write brothel poems... It's time to take care of it. At a young age, he is an uncle, and he is still as prosperous as in Zhongjing. place, what if I get hollowed out?"

"I still have to go to the capital!"

Chen Xuan put down the pearl hairpin in her hand, because she lost her vision, her spirit seemed to be clearer.

These days, some memories that were somehow forgotten reappeared in her mind.

Among them, there is a passage from eighteen years ago.

In her memory, her father, who had a blurred face, put a baby in the swaddling clothes in front of her.

"Xuan'er, look at this doll, do you want him to be your husband, or your brother?"

The delicate-faced little girl glanced at the swaddling child, and said in disgust, "What is Xianggong? He is so young, he must be his younger brother."

Hearing this, the child burst into tears.

……

Chen Xuan suddenly remembered the picture of Chen Luo breaking into her room while she was taking a shower, and her face couldn't help but turn red.

"After so many years, why can't I remember this?"

"Why did that little man suddenly grow so big?"

"Since you've been a sister for nineteen years, let's continue to be..."

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