I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

It was rainy and windy last night.

In the early morning, the city of Zhongjing was very humid. A few crystal dewdrops dripped from the tips of the leaves and dripped into the back of the pedestrian's neck. The pedestrian was shocked and his sleepiness was dispelled.

The whole street was already a bustling scene. Those who went to work, those who went to school, those who woke up early, and those who carnivaled all night and returned home with dark circles, all came together from north to south.

In the crowd, several carriages parked at the intersection of the street, the curtains were opened, and a few children ran out of each carriage. The child was wearing strange but dignified clothes, a fur cap, and a large cloth pocket slung across. Both the cloth pocket and the clothes are embroidered with Crimson's "Chen" character.

The children lined up in several queues, took a thick stack of papers from the driver, and stuffed them into cloth pockets. Under the watchful eyes of the coachman, they separated into several groups and ran towards the place where the most crowded people gathered, singing songs with a child's voice while running.

"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers. I ran all over the street in strong wind and rain, shouting while running. Today's Minbao is really good. I sell a newspaper for five cents..."

Almost at the same time, the same ballad sounded in the busiest streets of the morning market in Zhongjing City. The city of Zhongjing, which used to have a strong atmosphere of the city, unexpectedly has a little more lively atmosphere...

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The major academies in Beijing.

The students who transcribed articles yesterday walked out of the academy one after another. Each of them carried a thick stack of newspapers in their hands and went directly to the stall selling "Wen Bao" in Wenchang Pavilion.

"Diefei, why are we going to Beiqing Street? It's so far away..." Liu Mengrui hugged the newspaper she had just received, and followed Cheng Diefei with her chest on her chest.

"No matter how far away, someone has to go." Cheng Diefei said back, she would not tell Liu Mengrui that it was the nearest point of sale to Qing'anfang, maybe Wan Anbo would come to have a look.

"It would be great if I could chat with Wan Anbo." Cheng Diefei thought to himself.

...

North Wind Building.

Today's Beifeng Building is no longer what it used to be. In just a few days, it has already been spread in Zhongjing City like a god. The people who came here to wake up early almost smashed the gate, and there was a sign that the gate was full early, but there were still people who forced their way in.

In particular, it can be clearly seen that many Confucian scholars have also joined the ranks of Xing Zao.

You must know that in the past, these Confucian scholars had their own literary associations, and they definitely would not crowd together with ordinary people in the market. At this time, they crowded into a row one by one, squatting on the ground and eating their own breakfast food, staring straight at the Shuowen Tower.

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

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

"Cherish it, both of you. I heard that the eight major academies in Beijing have issued letters of engagement to Mr. Nan. It's uncertain how long Mr. Nan will stay in Beifeng Building. It's good that we students from small academies can still hear it now." gone."

"Didn't Wenchang Pavilion say that it will arrange popularization?"

"It will take time! Besides, what if it is not as good as what Mr. Nan said?"

A few Confucian scholars were discussing, when suddenly there was a commotion in the Beifeng Building, and the curtain on the building was lifted, and Nan Yuanxi, who was full of joy, strode out from the inside and made a group bow to the four directions.

"Everyone, good morning!" Nanyuan 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 this, the audience immediately became noisy.

"Mr. Nan, this is not acceptable! I just want to hear "Du Shiniang", so please tell me."

"Yes, Mr. Nan, let's not listen to the text, just listen to "Du Shiniang"!"

"Mr. Nan, I'm a student of Buhui College, so I've come here on a special trip, and I would like 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 Min Bao" published a strange article called "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes". I will walk with you and ask for the approval of my uncle, and I will tell you about this "Smiling Proud Rivers and Lakes" for you."

"The "Daxuanmin Daily" was made by my uncle for the common people of the Li people. It is published every seven days. There is a summary of my articles on it, and there is also a serialization of my uncle's articles. Among them, my uncle's articles are written in Yawen. , but there is no limit to read Talent."

As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly forgot about "Du Shiniang", and asked in disbelief, "Impossible? How could Yawen articles not need to read Talent?"

"However, it seems that "Zhong Kui Lue Biography" is also like this."

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

When there was a lot of discussion in the audience, I only heard that there was a crisp "pa" on the writing platform, and Xingmu fell down.

Everyone was shocked, and then looked at Nanyuan Xi. I saw Nanyuan Xi sitting on the high platform, took a deep breath, opened his mouth slowly, and slowly opened a picture of Rivers and Lakes for everyone...

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Purple bamboo building.

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

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

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Full Moon Tower.

"The young girl in Tsing Yi lowered her head and held a wooden tray. She put the cups and chopsticks in front of Lin Pingzhi and the others, put three jugs of wine on the table, and walked away with her head lowered, never daring to glance at the guests. .”

"Lin Pingzhi saw that the girl had a graceful figure, but her complexion 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 her first time in this wine business, and her manner was very stiff. care."

Mr. Shuowen shook his head, talking about the story he just wrote down. The people in the audience also listened silently.

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Drunken Wind Tower.

"Lin Pingzhi had never killed anyone before. At this moment, his face was completely pale with fright, and he said in a trembling voice: 'Shi...Secretary Shi, what...then what should I do? I... didn't want to kill him. '"

Mr. Shuo Wen even talked and acted, completely restoring Lin Pingzhi's panic and bewilderment after the murder, hooking the emotions of everyone in the audience, and he didn't know how it would develop next.

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North Wind Building.

Nan Yuanxi mentioned that the first day that everyone agreed to break the chapter was that the trooper and head of the Fuwei Escort died one after another. Some people muttered that it was the evil spirit who took his life. Lin Pingzhi confessed to his father about his murderous crimes. when the mouth.

I only heard that Xingmu in the whole city was photographed almost at the same time, and a sentence that made people gnash their teeth reverberated throughout Zhongjing.

"Predict what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

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

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

"Mr. Nan, you haven't finished talking, why are you leaving?"

"What's next? I want to listen to it now!"

"What is this? It has a beginning but no end. It arouses daddy's excitement and then stops talking about it?"

"Tear down the Beifeng Tower and capture Nanyuanxi alive!"

When the crowd was raging, the waiter who had already been arranged said four words of comfort: "Guest officers, Mr. Nan is talking about the contents of the "Da Xuan Min Bao", and the above story is the full version..."

"Really? Where can I buy it?"

"Wen Bao sells it, as well as the newsboys who sing on the street. They sell it."

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

If someone looks down from a high altitude, one can see that countless figures ran out of the teahouses that woke up early, and quickly surrounded the newsboys wandering the streets and the outlets of "Wenbao", forming a personal circle...

...

Chen Luo passed the sales point on Beiqing Street in a carriage, and saw that the buyers had already surrounded the small sales point on three floors and three floors, and even the patrolling school captain came to maintain order.

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

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, five cents a piece!"

"This is an elegant article. Don't buy it if you don't know the elegant language. You can listen to Mr. Wen's narration!"

"Where to touch your hand, my mother and father are great scholars, I will break your hand!"

Watching the grand occasion 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.

...

As the carriage passed Vermilion Bird Street, the sound of teeth gnashing came in through the curtains.

"You fooled a savage, who said that the Minbao has the full version, this is the first time!"

"It's heart-wrenching! Wan Amber, this old man will never die with you!"

"Shame of the literati!"

...

"Young master, it seems that many people are scolding you..."

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

"Bullet? What?" Ji Zhong looked puzzled.

Chen Luo didn't answer, but just said: "I won't go back to the Earl's Mansion today, I'm going to Sanxizhuang outside the city..."