Thunder (1)

It was late at night, but the streets in front of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion were still lively. Scholars in long robes sat on the low table by the window in the restaurant not far from the governor, drinking light wine while exchanging hearsay "latest news".

They are all "writers" invited by various newspapers, and synthesizing new things from all over the world into a book is the foundation of their livelihood. However, in those years, no matter what news came out of the Metropolitan Governor's Palace, it was welcomed by the people. In the past few years, what has been won, the crusade against Nanyang, Shao Wu's side has launched new products, the Prime Minister's Mansion is about to issue the latest commercial regulations, and all kinds of big news related to the national economy and people's livelihood have first spread from the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion. Whoever can get the most detailed and accurate information out first, will be able to sell more than a few percent of his newspaper.

Don't underestimate this copper plate newspaper, although there is no profit on the surface, it can be collected into a fur. Thanks to the blessings of the various schools run by the government, there are now many literate people in Fujian Province, who are concerned about the affairs of the family and the country, and there are also many people who buy and sell the market among the people. If several people buy one and go, it is a big profit. Moreover, after the sales of newspapers reach a certain amount, they can apply to Fujian to appease Chen Longfu for a subsidy for "education," which is a large amount, and no matter what aspect the main content of the newspaper is focused on, as long as the sales volume can withstand verification, all the cost of running the newspaper will be returned.

Moreover, with the growth of newspaper sales, you can also solicit more wedding and funeral announcements and notices of product discounts. Plus some Taoist heightening water, Buddhist strong pills or something. Although these things are not in the newspaper at the moment, they can still bring some extra money back to the owner. The pockets of all the "penmen" will also be a little bigger.

Therefore, in Pingsuri, each newspaper office has a special "pen" to keep an eye on the door of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion. At any time, as long as the signs in front of the door are pasted with a new newspaper, or if there is a small official in charge of announcing the news at the door of the house, the news will be sent back to the museum immediately. After the reasoning and deduction of the chief writer and the writer, it was then printed into text as quickly as possible and distributed to the newsboy before dawn the next day.

At present, it is a wartime, and for safety reasons, idle people and others are not allowed to come within thirty steps in front of the gate of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion without permission. But these security measures could not help the clever businessmen, who rented a courtyard on the street opposite the Metropolitan Governor and opened teahouses and restaurants of various grades. When the rich "writers" are tired of waiting for news, they can naturally go upstairs for a drink, and even call a few singing women to come and have fun. Idlers who have no money, workers who don't want to sleep after the night shift, can also gather at the bottom floor, rent benches on the street frontage, sell two bowls of coarse wine, order a few plates of saltwater snails, and wait for some good news from the front line while fooling their stomachs, encouraging the body and spirit after a tiring day and extreme exhaustion.

The most conflicted mood at the moment are the night watchmen, who always hope that the heavily guarded place opposite will not make any noise, so that the night owls in the store will be bored and dispersed, so that they can go home and rest early. While hoping that the hopeful place on the opposite side would make a little movement quickly, in order to comfort everyone's hunger and thirst.

"Alas, Chen Hangyan went to attack Jiankang, I don't know if he has captured it. In this thousand-mile battle, the art of war is cloudy, and he will step on the general! Someone didn't open his eyes, couldn't see the burning irritability hidden under the lively atmosphere of the restaurant, and said with a yawn.

"Phew, Jia Laoliu, you are a crow's mouth, you still haven't woken up after drinking too much, even Lin'an has recovered, why can't you be healthy? Go home, go home, don't have anything to fill in the crowd! ”

Immediately, there was a shout of reprimands all around. Upstairs and downstairs, both in long shirts and short browns, stood up and scolded the speakers for their lack of brains. What is the Broken Army, it is a sword that protects the people of Fujian and Liangguang, if this sword is broken, how will the people behind the sword live? Although the people of Fujian are not warlike, over the past few years, the army's achievements have been closely linked to the lives of the people. For merchants, a big victory means that their trade routes are a little more unblocked, and there are several more sales locations that are not subject to exploitation by the Lusters. For the literati who have made a name for themselves, this means that their "internship" time in various functional departments in Fujian has been shortened by a few points, and several prefectures and counties have become rear, vacating the positions of officials to fill vacancies. For ordinary people and small people in the market, it means that there are more opportunities to work, and the sons and daughters of their own families have greater hope of returning safely. Therefore, no one with a modicum of conscience would expect the defeat of the Breakers. Although the time to wait for the news is very difficult, almost everyone firmly believes that everyone will be able to wait for the good news.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I said something wrong, I gave everyone a sin for the sins, is it not okay!" Seeing that he was angry, Jia Lao Liu quickly stood up and made a fuss. While begging for mercy, he shouted at the shopkeeper: "Little second brother, change the pots of new tea for each table upstairs, and the water money will be counted in my account!" ”

"Well, that's a human saying!" The reader upstairs got the benefit and sat down with a smile and a curse. The people who followed the coaxing downstairs were not uncommon for the pot of free tea, and after scolding a few words, they turned the topic to the next possible national events. Some people believe that after Lin'an was conquered, most of the land of the Great Song Dynasty had been recovered, and the imperial court would inevitably move back to Lin'an at a later date, and the war would come to an end. Some people also believe that the Northern Yuan will inevitably not give up, and the two sides will have a fight on the Yangtze River. There are also people who believe that since the Yuan army south of the Yangtze River is not the opponent of the Broken Army, the Yuan army north of the Yangtze River is bound to be vulnerable. Governor Wen will next lead the army to the north, go straight to Huanglong Mansion, and fulfill the last wish that Generalissimo Yue Fei failed to fulfill.

"That's not possible, they northerners don't want the Mongols to ride on their necks, so they have to fight themselves. Why let our Fujian people shed blood for them! In the corner of the ground floor, a voice said drunkly. (Please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine guidebook)

Countless pairs of angry eyes looked into the corner, and what caught their eyes was a drunken man in a patched robe, but he had not even rented a bench. seems to be a scholar, but he has been down for so long that he has no money to go upstairs. However, this person still didn't feel shabby, putting on a posture that everyone was drunk and I was sober, taking a small sip of two large bowls of rough roasting, and kept saying some cold words.

"I said that you have such a short vision, and you have read books, so you haven't learned to be as mindful of the world as a scholar of literature. Master Wen said that we must fight for the sake of not being slaves! Another voice not far from the reader retorted loudly.

His words won the applause of the audience, fighting to not be a slave, a slogan shouted during the training of recruits of the Broken Army. In the past five years, this sentence has spread to Fujian and Liangguang with the good news of the Broken Army.

"That's it, that's it, if you don't beat the Tartar hard, he will retreat across the Yangtze River today and come back tomorrow. Besides, aren't the northerners the people of our Great Song Dynasty, when we can help pull them, why don't we pull them! People followed the discussion, and they all felt that the down-and-out scholar in the corner was too harsh.

The drinkers upstairs heard the commotion and poked down the stairs. Someone immediately recognized the identity of the reader, and asked the people around him in a low voice: "Isn't that Chen Deguang, who was swept out of the "Minjiang" newspaper, how did he get into such a situation? ”

"He asked for it, and now, who dares to use him as a pen. No matter what the Metropolitan Governor's Office does or proclamation, he always has to find fault with it. In short, all the people in the Governor's Mansion are blind, and everyone has a clear view of the situation. I thought that by scolding the street, I could get a reputation for a clear stream. Who knew that the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion didn't pay attention to this kind of person at all, he couldn't make a name for himself, and his temperament was eccentric, and no newspaper dared to use him. To go to the yamen of various ministries, and to be a small official according to the regulations, he slowly boiled his life, and he consciously condescended to his talents. So I mix downstairs like a plaster all day long, waiting for someone to recognize the hero! Some laughed and scolded to introduce the origin of the scholar downstairs to everyone.

After the convening of the Covenant Conference, the Great Song Dynasty system was reformed. Nomination and imperial examination go hand in hand, all scholars who have meritorious fame need to go to Shaowu Academy for training first, and then go to the departments under the Metropolitan Governor's Office to do internship as small officials, when they are familiar with the operation of government affairs, in order to fill the vacancy as an official.

Most of the scholars accepted this arrangement, although it would take a long time for everyone to get ahead. However, compared with the situation when there were many false positions, and if you don't drill the camp, you can't make up for the real shortcomings, and there is not necessarily any loss. However, there are always some people who feel that this violates their interests, and they become staunch opponents of the New Deal with all kinds of thoughts and illusions of rapid development. They don't go to training, they don't do internships as petty officials, and they take pleasure in criticizing the New Deal all day long. Let them think of some specific mistakes, and they can't think of another one. These people are disliked by everyone in Fujian, but the new policy stipulates that people cannot be sinnered because of their speech, so although the government thinks that this group of people is annoying, it is really helpless to deal with them. (Please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine guidebook)

Various emerging forces in the civil society also look down on these boring readers. Usually adopt an attitude of respectful and distancing, and if you can, you will not provoke. But there are always some forces that can't see the light behind the scenes, secretly supporting these people. Let them find a reason to persist in their mistakes in the situation that Qianfu refers to.

"Humph! What the hell! Someone upstairs cursed and spilled half a pot of tea down the corner of the stairs.

The splash splashed on Chen De's bald head, he wiped his already numb face, looked at these countless pairs of eyes containing contempt and anger, and said with great righteousness and awe: "Fighting a war is to kill people, and it costs money. Even if you win, you won't get much benefit. Only the fame of some people is accomplished. So back then, our Grandmaster Gao didn't covet these, and only stopped after hitting two Huai. This is the day when we have been safe for more than 140 years! ”

"Phew, you've read the sages. You can't even tell the difference between right and wrong! A lame retired veteran staggered forward and pointed at the reader's nose and scolded. I've read a book, but I don't have anything in my stomach except for squirting human feces. What's wrong with someone who wants to die, then it depends on whether it's worth it. The Governor of Wen said that he fought for our people not to be slaves to the Tartars. Hear clearly, it's all the people. Including you, but also others. Back then, Lao Tzu wanted to have a thought with you now, and your grandmother would have already given people a sacrificial knife! ”

His words won the applause of the audience, and the fight for not being slaves sounded majestic five years ago, but not many people understood them at the time. But now, having enjoyed the first freedom, having acquired the most rudimentary property rights, many people have understood the difference between slavery and freedom.

Unless he has been kicked in the head by a donkey, no one who has enjoyed a day of freedom will want to be a slave again. The reader in the patched kaftan clearly belongs to the category of those who have been kicked. He ducked his body into the corner, avoiding the fingers of the retired veteran, and muttered, "You, you, insult Sven." What slave, the saint cloud, if he makes the world stable, he will make the noble servants cheap, the upper servants and the lower servants, and the virtuous servants unworthy ......."

"I think you're the cheapest!" The veteran picked up Chen Deguangde's collar and scolded loudly. Although he also drank the cheapest Decoarse wine downstairs, his mind was obviously incompatible with Chen Deguang's mind.

"Beat him, beat this one who has no conscience!" is also a disciple of Confucius, and the people who drank upstairs did not support Chen Deguang, holding on to the stairs and loudly cheering for the retired veterans.

"Forget it, forget it, good shoes don't step on stinky shit!" Seeing that there was going to be a brawl in his tavern, the shopkeeper hurriedly rushed out and hugged the veteran to persuade him. "What are you doing here? The more you pay attention to them, the more they feel. Ignore him like shit, he's long gone! ”

"You, ignorant, shallow, fundamental, don't understand at all..."Chen Deguang broke free from the veteran's grasp, shook his head and muttered as he walked out. It's as if the whole restaurant is an idiot, but he is the only one who has comprehended the avenue.

"Hey, you haven't paid yet. Two bowls of coarse wine, a plate of snails! There are also those who owe two yesterday, a total of four copper plates! The young man caught up and said with a black wooden wrench with his name signed. (Please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine guidebook)

"Tomorrow, I'll give it tomorrow, okay?" Chen Deguang finally blushed, fumbled in his pocket, and said. Seeing the disdain in the young man's eyes, he finally knew that he couldn't settle the account, so he took off his long shirt and put it in the man's hand, "Hold it first, tomorrow, tomorrow when the study subsidy given by the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion comes down, I will redeem it again!" ”

"You're a reader!" The young man had no choice, threw the patched robe back, and said angrily banging on the blackboard. Obviously, the credibility of scholars like Chen Deguang has long been broken in their eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes", just then, there was a hurried sound of horses' hooves at the end of the street. Everyone's thoughts immediately withdrew from Chen Deguang's robe, and looked in the direction from which the horse's hooves came with anticipation.

A few soldiers dressed as messengers, riding a good horse that is one in a thousand, quickly rushed into everyone's field of vision. Two teams of guards immediately poured out in front of the Governor's door and greeted them. Someone stepped forward to grab the reins of the horse, someone checked the relevant diplomas, and lifted the messenger, who was almost exhausted, off the horse.

"It's coming!" The windows of the restaurants were pushed open at the same time, and a pair of eager eyes stared at the door of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, lest they miss the most exciting moment of the night in the blink of an eye.

After the messenger was carried into the palace, there was no news, and the lights at the entrance of the Governor's Mansion were on, which set off the waiting time for such a long time. Finally, a few people who looked like small officials came out and posted several notices on the newspaper column outside the cordon.

There was no sign of customers in the restaurant that was bustling a few moments ago, and two or three new helpers were stunned, not knowing how to collect the debt. In this kind of scene, the shopkeeper has seen a lot, but he is not in a hurry. Pulling the abacus, he commanded triumphantly: "Go, prepare more wine, all kinds of grades." Looks like there's big news tonight! After speaking, he shouted across the street: "Everyone, what's the matter, which one of you reads for Niannian, let the old man and I have a long experience!" ”

"The Broken Army has broken Jiankang!" Someone shouted excitedly.

"Oh!" The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders, his face showing a bit of disappointment. According to his prediction, the Broken Army will definitely be able to take Jiankang down, and it is news that Jiankang cannot be defeated. It seems that the wine and food prepared more tonight are sold out, and there is no hope.

"Wang Shi, Wang Shi crossed to the north, the Northern Expedition has begun!" Another voice shouted excitedly.

"Smack!" The shopkeeper's hand trembled, and the abacus fell to the counter. A few shopkeepers who were about to go to the backyard to carry wine froze in place, unable to believe their ears.

Over the years, everyone was driven by the Tartars from Lianghuai to Liangzhejiang, from Liangzhejiang to Liangjiang, from Liangjiang to Fujian, and from Fujian to almost driven into the sea. Today, someone finally told them that the banner of the Great Song Dynasty crossed the Yangtze River and was planted at the forefront of the year.

"What are you doing, taking wine, taking wine, bringing out the champion red, aging, rough roasting, and the green thick of the new wine. Regardless of grade, move it all! The shopkeeper was the first to react and shouted loudly.

The guys flew down, and a moment later, a cart of wine was pushed straight from the backyard to the lobby. The lobby was already crowded with all kinds of people, reading, doing business, working part-time, driving carriages, watchmen, night patrols, singing songs, men and women crowded together. Someone in a shirt, apparently had just heard the commotion outside from his home, and ran out to get drunk. Others came from a distance, and when they saw the tavern, they drilled inside.

"Wang Shi crosses north!" There is a newspaper chief writer who has not forgotten his duty, quietly wrote down this sentence and wrote it on his sleeve in ink. He knew that with these four words, the sales of his newspaper tomorrow would definitely be 30% more than usual.

"Wang Shi crosses north!" In a small three-story building not far from the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, several young people from the royal family surnamed Zhao sighed and gently closed the wooden window. Wen Tianxiang chose the right time for the Northern Expedition, and after this move came out, he was able to win the hearts of many officials. For the royal family, it means that it is more difficult and costly to reclaim power.

"Wang Shi crossed to the north, Prime Minister, what really threatens the survival of the Great Song Dynasty is not only the north!" In a faint courtyard farther away, Chen Zijing, the director of the spy department, worriedly blew out the lights.

It's the height of summer, and a faint halo is around the moon, and a storm is brewing in the sky.

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