These days, he is always talking to people outside, so Xiao Jing is very sensitive to the three words "Xiao Gongzi". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 As soon as the info came, he opened his eyes. The confused eyes looked around, and the first thing he saw was Dong Xiaoya, who was at a loss and at a loss.

The clothes were already draped on Xiao Jing's body. Probably frightened by the sudden awakening of him, Dong Xiaoya took a step back in a panic, and said with a red face and shy and anxious: "It's the slave's hand that is too heavy to disturb the son, please forgive the son."

Looking at Xiaoya's pitiful and pitiful appearance and not knowing how to tell the difference, Xiao Jing's heart swelled with warmth. He stood up, but did not put down the clothes he was wearing, but tightened it again with both hands, and said, "Thank you, Xiaoya." You didn't wake me up, someone outside woke me up. Hehe, today is the beginning, and this kind of thing will be indispensable in the future. ”

Dong Xiaoya nodded and responded: "The slave family went out to have a look." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurried out of the hall. This low-key and shy girl will always be a little unsure of how to deal with herself when facing Xiao Jing.

The door opened. There were two people standing outside, a middle-aged man with a gray beard, and a small guy carrying a burden.

Xiao Jing walked quickly to the door and saluted, "May I ask who the two are?" ”

The middle-aged man returned the salute: "This is Xiao Gongzi?" ”

Xiao Jing nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

The middle-aged man said respectfully: "Below is the steward of Yawen Hall." My shopkeeper heard that Xiao Gongzi's newspaper was published, and he specially ordered the villain to congratulate Gongzi. It's just a small courtesy, not a tribute, please smile. ”

In this circle, there are still smart people who see the opportunity quickly.

Xiao Jing smiled slightly, and said, "Please reply to your shopkeeper Yu for your subordinates, just say that Xiao has thanked him and accepted his affection." On another day, Xiao will definitely come to the door to thank him, and then there will be important things to discuss with the shopkeeper Yu. It's hard work, come in and sit down! ”

Under Dong Xiaoya's guidance, the little maid put the things in the yard. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness." It's just that there are other things in the store, so I'll go back first. ”

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry. The two of them walked quickly, and the rhythm reminded Xiao Jing of the courier brother in the previous life.

"I'll see what's there." Xiao Jing opened the gift box curiously, only to see that there were jade plates of paper, xuan pens, and even a famous inkstone inside.

Xiao Jing was speechless: "This is still called Bo Li? Hehe, Shopkeeper Yu has a heart. ”

He hummed a little song with a spring breeze on his face, and said: "Xiaoya, do you know that the highest level of gifts is not those luxurious wastes, but valuable and useful things. It's better to give a gift that people really like than to give a hundred......"

Xiao Jing's eyes lit up made Dong Xiaoya a little unaccustomed. In her eyes, this person has always been quite indifferent, why is it like a lazy man who has seen Jinshan today?

Obviously, Xiao Jing's words are not finished. He took out two gadgets from the bottom of the gift box and said meaningfully: "What is really useful is like ...... This one. ”

The typeface of clay movable type?

Moreover, it is still a mirror word and a newspaper word!

Dong Xiaoya was surprised and said: "These two words seem to be fired according to Gongzi's handwriting?" ”

Xiao Jing bowed his head and said, "Well, it's hard for Yu to be the shopkeeper." I only sent out the newspaper in the morning, and he sent the movable type in the afternoon, full of sincerity. ”

As he spoke, he stretched and said, "Xiaoya, let's make a bet?" Believe it or not, he is not the only one who has come to give gifts in the past few days, and sooner or later the threshold of our family will be broken, so you and Xiaoyuan don't want to stop. ”

Dong Xiaoya shook her head vigorously, and said softly: "Since the slave family and Xiaoyuan moved here, what the son said, has there ever been a sentence that has not been realized?" Since Childe said so, the slave family naturally believed it. ”

Xiao Jing was moved for a while when he heard it, but he felt so bored while being moved. After thinking about it carefully, he was relieved: said it was a bet, what did the girl bet with you? She originally lived with you, and she also relied on you for food and clothing, so did she want to bet with you to "make a personal promise"?

As soon as he thought of the words "promise by body", Xiao Jing's heart was hot. Seeing that it was still early, he said to himself as if he was cheering himself up: "Well, everything is done early, not late, otherwise you will have a lot of dreams at night...... Otherwise, I'll go over today! ”

Dong Xiaoya, who looked inexplicable, hadn't opened her mouth yet, and Xiao Jing had already walked back to the room quickly. After a while, he hurried out of the yard after changing into a new cotton coat, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Beijing, Meizhuzhai.

Shopkeeper Qiao stared blankly at the newspaper on the table, as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle.

More than half a month ago, a young man came to his bookstore and took the trouble to talk a lot about newspapers. At that time, I didn't think about it, I just thought that what he said was nonsense, so I sent him away with a few perfunctory words.

Who knows, someone distributed this thing on the street early this morning. Among the names signed on the front page, the first was him.

Is this what a newspaper is made of?

It was unlike any book Joe had ever seen. It does not have difficult tirades, only all kinds of information that are easy to understand and down-to-earth; It doesn't have those small jokes that make people blush and heartbeat, only serious and objective analysis of the incident.

"Shopkeeper!" A little guy who ran back from outside gasped and said, "I heard that the handwritten mirror newspaper has been fried to five dollars of silver!" ”

If Xiao Jing knew that the handwritten version was actually worth more than the printed version, he would have to cry to death. However, it is not difficult to understand that people in this era have a special feeling for handwriting and handmade things, and mass production through printing is regarded as a road good, and it is not very popular.

Shopkeeper Qiao rubbed a newspaper with his hand and said slowly, "Got it." ”

The little guy turned around to leave, but Shopkeeper Qiao suddenly stopped him and said, "You, find someone to inquire about this Xiao Jing's residence." I remember the last time I came, he said that he lived in Puhua Town, and if he really couldn't ask, you should go and explore. ”

The little guy took the order. Shopkeeper Qiao called another steward and said in a low voice, "You go and prepare a gift." When you know where Xiao Jing lives, send it to him. ”

The man hurriedly bowed and agreed. However, before his body could straighten up, Shopkeeper Qiao changed his mind again: "Forget it, wait a little longer, there is no rush in this matter." ”

He looked at the people coming and going outside the door, and said, "It's not too late to wait for him to send out a newspaper next time!" ”

Even if Mei Zhuzhai really gave gifts, it would be useless, because Xiao Jing was not at home at all.

At this moment, he was standing in front of a side door of a mansion, with a pilgrim's expression on his face.

I'm coming!