Out of Xing'an Street, that is, Zongmu Street, you can overlook the Drum Mountain in the distance, the green mountains are full, the city is full of banyan trees, it can be described as the color of the mountains and waters, and the world is moistened.

Out of the place where the powerful gathered, the popularity of the market rose all of a sudden, although Fujian Road is not as rich as Jiangnan East Road and Zhejiang North Road, but it is better in the development of sea trade, and foreign trade has also driven industry and commerce, so the local wealth can be ranked in the top five in the whole territory of the Great Wei. Fuzhou is also the essence of Fujian Road, and it is rich and prosperous.

There are a lot of powerful residences in the city, and there are various palaces, temples, as well as school palaces, tribute courtyards, garrison barracks, and yamen of all sizes, which are unique to all big cities.

And densely populated, there are many commercial houses and shops, especially in the bustling crowd on the street, there are many obvious foreign businessmen, high noses and deep eyes, one or two out of ten people are these people, this kind of peculiar scene, the whole world is afraid that only Quanzhou and Fuzhou are unique.

There are many drama groups of all kinds, circus, miscellaneous plays, and drama groups, walking along the street, there are the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras everywhere, and there are many tea gardens where storytellers and singing small operas, and there are many sounds of applause and applause from time to time.

According to the statistics of people with hearts, there are more than 900 kinds of shops in Fuzhou City, and there are tens of thousands of them.

The inhabitants of the state city walk relatively calmly, and the clothing materials are also more elegant, and in the hot summer weather, most of them are light silk shirts, some people ride horses, some people ride mules, or cross donkeys, or they can walk as a cart, and walk calmly in the shade of trees.

There are shopkeepers on the streets, hawking along the streets, and there are also porters, carrying goods through the streets, which can be described as sweating like rain.

Vegetable farmers who rushed to the evening market were still selling along the street to see if it was possible to sell out the leftover vegetables at a discount.

Fortune tellers, divination tellers, letter writers, and chess stalls all set up stalls under the shade of trees along the streets, provoking groups of idlers to watch the excitement with their hands behind their backs and gossip.

Those who sell snacks are picking up small food stalls and wandering around.

The soup cake shop is already preparing dinner, wafting with the aroma of food, the big restaurant in the distance has begun to prepare to receive evening customers, the three-storey restaurant will light up 100 lanterns before dark, and you can see the doors and windows wide open from afar, and the lights are bright and green......

Wei Yi has lived in such an environment for a long time, but he doesn't pay much attention to it, he thinks that tomorrow the weekly newspaper will be printed, and his colleagues will have to work overtime tonight, and the typesetting will be set before midnight, so that he will relax for a day, and then repeat the cycle.

After thinking about it, he bought more than a dozen bowls of flat food on the roadside, and Wei Yi's department only had more than ten people, so it was enough.

When he arrived at the newspaper office where the building was three floors high, and he entered the courtyard with a few people, Wei Yi also quickly entered the situation and began to get busy.

Before dark, Wei Yi suddenly remembered that there was a flat food that he had not eaten, and when he saw a figure coming to his public room, he ordered: "Heat up my bowl of flat food and bring it over." ”

But I heard a joking and familiar voice say: "There is no flat food, do you want to roast meat dumplings?" ”

As soon as Wei Yi looked up, under the shadow of the lamp, Xu Zixian was standing with his head held high, and he was really carrying a string of roast meat dumplings in his hand, which was a special snack on Fujian Road, and it was also Xu Zixian and Wei Yi's favorite thing before.

"Mingda, why did you come here all of a sudden?"

Wei Yi was still a little depressed when he passed by the Nan'an Hou Mansion before, and he had some feelings of being wrong, but unexpectedly, after an hour, his friend actually came unexpectedly, which was really unexpected.

"I'm going to send someone to invite Brother Zhang." Wei Yi smiled: "The three of us slept together at night and had a good chat all night." ”

"It's just that." Xu Zixian stopped the enthusiastic Wei Yi, and his heart was warm and moved...... It's good to have friends, family, friends, and wives, that's the most important thing, and with these, it's really not so important what kind of era you're in.

He explained to Wei Yi: "I'm here with Li Fengchang, there are some things in Fuzhong, and when I come to Fucheng again after a while, let's get together again." ”

"If anything, forget it." Wei Yi knew that the friend in front of him was no longer the former Wuxia Ameng, looking at Xu Zixian's appearance, it seemed that there was really something important, the sweat on his forehead had not yet dried, and he took the roast meat dumplings at the moment, and said with a smile: "Since there is something, why did you come to me again?" ”

"Finalized tonight, right?" Xu Zixian took out a large envelope in his arms and said: "I wrote an essay, remembering my father, if the text is acceptable, Yanke, you can help me find a way, it is best to publish it in the literary edition, otherwise it is the social edition." ”

"I'll see." Wei Yi said solemnly: "You know, within the scope of power and responsibility, I will try my best." If it really doesn't work, don't blame me. ”

"No blame, no blame." Xu Zixian smiled and said: "True friends are considerate of each other, not strong, if Yanke is really embarrassed, I will never blame." Well, if Yanke doesn't want to go, when I come over next time, a good banquet at Feiyanlou will invite me to eat, and that's it. ”

"The upper seat of the Feiyan Tower?" Wei Yi's white and handsome face deliberately pretended to be distressed, and said: "Three people can get 10,000 yuan for a table, you are killing pigs." ”

Xu Zixian laughed when he saw this, the political status of Wei Yi's family is not high, but the family of the official gentry generation, 10,000 yuan is really nothing, and Wei Yi is now working in the weekly newspaper, and he is very high, well, this pig will not be killed in vain, and he will talk about it next time he returns to Fuzhou Fucheng.

After Xu Zi left first, Wei Yi opened it for the first time to see, at first he didn't care, and then the more he looked at it, the more solemn his face became, and finally he couldn't help but sigh: "Mingda is really a few months, when you look at it...... Well, he said he wanted us to scratch our eyelids, and it seems to be true. Although this article is only fifteen lines and 1,500 words, the words and sentences are also unpretentious, but in the simplicity, the more subtle and subtle, a few words, the love of the beloved son of Nan'an Hou of the old Nan Bo is vividly portrayed...... Well, it seems that Mingda is indeed a filial son, and he still remembers some small things after so long. ”

Of course, this text can be published, but Wei Yi is still not sure whether this text is published in the social edition or the literary edition, so he has to show it to the editor-in-chief of the weekly newspaper before he can make a conclusion.

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After Xu Zixian came out of the weekly newspaper office, he was not in a hurry to go to Nan'anhou Mansion as soon as possible, he walked slowly and leisurely by himself in the bustling street market.

He was dressed in an ordinary light-colored straight body, because his stature was much taller than ordinary Fujian people, there were many people staring at him in the market, but all they saw was the image of a lonely back and a tall young man eating zongzi in embarrassment, quite ordinary and ordinary, no one would have thought that this was a child of the clan, a general of the fourth rank of the imperial court, and the future Marquis of Nan'an.

If it was Xu Zixian in the past, it would be impossible for him to walk on the streets by himself, and there would always be a few generals and long-term followers, and small servants to accompany him, so that the prince would not let the people collide.

Now it is different from the past, Xu Zixian doesn't mind this, his figure has put an end to the coveting and temptation of many people, and he is confident enough in his skills...... Although he has not entered the door of martial arts, he cannot be compared with those fierce generals in the army who have mastered the art of killing, but ordinary soldiers should not be able to compare with him, and petty thieves and scoundrels in the market are not a problem.

The taste of the roast meat dumplings is really good, and Xu Zi will be full after a few stomachs.

He was not worried that Wei Yi would not publish the short article he wrote, Xu Zi went to the other courtyard first under the pretext of continuing to keep filial piety for his father, the filial piety period expired two months ago, and there was no problem in writing an article to miss his father.

From the back of the famous article from later generations, the text has no brilliance, but it contains the most profound feelings, Xu Zi first modified slightly, such as changing the father of Fu Xian to Qishan after the defeat, and changing the original author to study after the mutiny Xu Zi went home first, so Nan'an Hou Xu Yingbin climbed across the ditch to buy oranges for his son, the image of honesty and love, jumped on the paper.

The loving father of the beloved son and the filial son of the father, this article should bring Xu Zixian a considerable positive reputation, which will make those who previously criticized, dissatisfied, and even despised him change their opinions, and public opinion will change.

No one will continue to pursue a loser, so Nan'anhou is the defense envoy of Qizhou, and the deputy capital is in charge, and the defeat on the battlefield is that the strength of the officers and soldiers is not as good as the Qishan bandits, and there are also objective reasons for the lack of military salaries, ordnance and other materials allocated by the Fuzhou Road Pacification Envoy, so Nan'anhou was only dismissed after the defeat, and did not endanger the position of the marquis......

Xu Zixian would like to thank Emperor Taizu of the Great Wei Dynasty for running schools, building newspapers, posting and disseminating roads, building carriages, making the spread of information faster and more comprehensive, and also making public opinion a part of the factor restricting power.

But in any case, this is a relatively open era, if it is the pre-Qin and Han dynasties in Chinese history, or the strict closed and barbaric Qing Dynasty, it is possible for a scholar to use articles to make a name for himself, but it is absolutely impossible for a person to become famous all over the world by means of a newspaper, or even to reverse his image by relying on an article.

Xu Zixian didn't want to build himself into a literary scholar, but he wanted to reverse his past, establish a positive image, and have Wei Yi's help.

As for the plagiarized article, Xu Zixian could only shrug his shoulders and say sorry to the original author.