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Although he was born in the late Qing Dynasty, Yuan Jiagu is a rare and enlightened virtue. The status of the economic special subject champion also makes him different from the ordinary eight-stranded students, and his thinking is much broader.

When he was an official capital, he did not compile historiography, and he also worked hard to promote the protection of Dunhuang cultural relics, recovering some of the scrolls that foreigners intended to buy at the price of waste paper.

After that, he served in Southeast China, where he was a scholar in Zhejiang province. After returning to Yunnan due to the situation, the late Qing dynasty surrendered to his hometown, writing books for pleasure, selling words for a living.

Lian Yuan himself was a middle-aged, ambitious Yuan Jiagu, and after meeting Zhang Shu was born, it was a snap. The two talked about each other, talking about the preparations for the school, the allocation of funds, the recruitment of teachers and the purchase of equipment, etc. They chatted in the middle of the night, Zhang Shusheng returned to the inn, and when he went out, Yuan Jiagu even sent himself to the gate. outer.

Zhang Shusheng was very impressed by Yuan Jiagu's person. He was not misled by his reputation in later generations. The historical materials are unbelievable. For many tall people, the true appearance in history is not as good as that of male thieves and son-in-law.

He relied on the fact that he devoted himself to compiling historiography, being honest and self-sufficient, and having a simple but not pedantic patriotism.

He relied on the fact that he was born in the late Qing Dynasty and was the champion, but was willing to rent a house in Kunming for a living, write books and sell words, and lived calmly. What this person lacks is not an aspiring heart, but a cherished talent. Maybe let him follow what he does and hold up a big banner, that's empty talk, but let him be the president of the university that is about to be built.

Early in the morning, Zhang Shusheng sent a guard to help Yuan Jiagu to handle some short-term matters in his parents, so that he could set off for Huize a few days later. Another guard was sent to inquire about some gossip about special talents.

I ate something simple early, and left the door with a wave of hands. Zhang Shusheng, who had not been shopping for a long time, felt that even the sun was a little different.

Think of the bustling streets of the next generation, people seem to be busy, people are coming and going, but most of them are cold and frosty, indifferent and arrogant passersby, and then compare these people in front of them, although they are simple and well-dressed, but they give people a kind of Real kindness.

"Ding-Dang-Dang-Dang ..." The rickshaw carrying the passengers galloped past, and the small iron bell above made a crisp sound.

"Bingtang Gourd ~ delicious Bingtang Gourd!" The old man wrapped in a white towel, wearing a washed white gray shirt, dragged a group of babbling children behind him, walking across the street.

"Drip ... Drip ..." The old-fashioned car squeaked with a noisy horn and drove all the way. Occasionally, one or two women in luxurious clothes and gold and silver were sitting in the car, but they were unknown. Guiyuan is still a flower on the communication field.

"Let a let, let a let, the water comes, the water comes ..." The barefoot child, shrinking, holding a long-mouth iron pot, carefully passing the tea.

Uh ...

Zhang Shusheng stood on the street and looked at all this with emotion. The responsibility given by the times is unprecedented.

In contemplation, a teenager with a cloth pocket on his chest ran over with a clearly visible bruise on his face, stopped the pedestrian, and asked in a pleading tone:

"Sir, buy a newspaper!"

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"Mrs. Come to a newspaper, please, my mother is starving ..."

"Go away and walk away."

"This boss, buy a newspaper with the news of the Kunming military government bandits ..."

"Go away, I'm almost dead, what a bandit is. I still want to be a bandit."

Uh ...

Zhang Shusheng stopped under a wooden sign on the street with a vintage movie poster, watching the boy from far to near, but the newspaper did not sell one.

After repeated disappointment, repeated attempts, and even occasional overthrows, the newsboy climbed up resolutely, slapped the dirt on his body, carefully wiped his palms, and then began to sell newspapers.

Yeah, here are not the big cities of Shanghai Beach. Newspapers in this year would be hard to sell without big news. Zhang Shusheng took out the paper cigarette produced by Xiaoqingshan Cigarette Factory, took it out, ignited it with a lighter, and finally saw the child walk to his side.

"Sir, please, buy a newspaper. Buy a Times and send a copy of the Evening News." The child's face is not prominent, maybe just a face that represents the public of this era, but Zhang Shusheng is a bit distressed. There was obviously bruising on his face.

"My mother is going to starve to death. Please do it for yourself, buy one, or give you two." The child saw Zhang Shusheng wearing extraordinary clothes, and Zhang Shusheng's initial silence gave him some hope.

What can I say, maybe it is the tragedy of the times. At the age of eight or nine, he should have been in school and was raised by his father and mother, but he begged each other on the street. Zhang Shusheng crouched down and spit out a ring of smoke. He thought that he might have the power to change the fate of others.

Even many people have the power to change the fate of those who are most vulnerable, but they do not push or shove.

"Little guy, tell me, how many newspapers are in your pocket!"

"First, sir, I, I don't know ... I can only count within a few dozen ..."

"Don't call me sir, call my uncle." Zhang Shusheng silently, the child's face with innocence and timidity, even with shame, complex expression. Pat his washed clean face, arranged for him the little linen cloth that he had mended many times, and gave an encouraging look: "Uncle just happens to be free today, how about I help you sell the newspaper together? My uncle has a loud voice, and I can hear it all over the street, so that your newspaper can be sold soon, and you can go back and take care of your mother soon ... "

"Thank you Uncle." The child's brightest smile finally appeared on his face. Perhaps, he didn't know the embankment at this age.

"Selling a newspaper, a story that a warlord and three women have to tell! Absolutely exciting, absolutely hot!"

"Anecdotes in the world, anecdotes in the world, a famous painter is shameless. Come and buy, come and see, the painter is shameless. There is no one before and no one comes after."

"Big News, Extraordinary News, Marshal Sun Marshal fired in Guangdong, it is guaranteed to reunite to the end!"

Uh ...

A simple newspaper was originally just a few simple pieces of news. It was slightly modified and became an alternative big selling point. A large bag of newspapers was sold in a while. The couple also ran a few more times, and worked hard all morning, and sold the share that the child usually could not sell for half a month.

一 In the corner of Kunming street, passers-by will always find that a temperament boy dressed in a black slim outfit and a dirty little fart boy are shouting and selling newspapers on the street, leading passers-by to stop and buy newspapers or give pointers.

I just, at this time, no one knew him.

Zhang Shusheng delivered the harvested newsboy to the door of the old alley where he lived. He didn't follow up. He squatted down. Zhang Shusheng pulled his scarred hands ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ laughed: "Know why Can newspapers sell so fast? "

"I don't know!" The child held two meat buns in his hands, with a little money for newspapers in his pocket, smiled happily, glanced deep into the alley, and faintly saw the slum. "Uncle, my mother is really I'm sick ... I didn't lie to you, or you should come in and see me. "

"Well, my uncle believes you. If you want to buy a good newspaper, you should try to read a book when you have a chance. Here is an envelope and a medicine. I gave it to your mother. I believe uncle, it will make your mother better. This envelope was left to you by your uncle, and you must leave it to your mother. Remember, today, ten years later, let your mother open the letter for you. "Patting his shoulder, Zhang Shusheng stood up, Pointing in the direction of the alley, "Go back and remember what your uncle said. The money for selling newspapers today is enough for you to live for half a month, take care of your mother, and say hello to your uncle."

"Well, I must remember what my uncle said." The child ran towards the alley happily, looking back a few steps, and seemed to remember the good man he met early in the morning, thinking that he would recognize him when he met him on the street in the future. Come out of him.

Zhang Shusheng watched the child disappear at the end of the alley, and the last smile of innocence at the corner. He was really the most hardworking child. He had endless suffering but did not give up. The expression of hope that was still struggling for life was almost able to make He remembers for a lifetime.

He smiled and said to himself: "Ten years, if you still hope, your uncle will not let you down."

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Fisherman: Maybe this chapter will be unpleasant for many people, but I insist on writing it, sorry. A chapter will be added later to meet the needs of other readers.