After the scholars settled down, Xu Zhibi arranged them in the courtyard, thinking about training while it was still dawn. It's just that I'm just a three-legged cat kung fu, and when I stand in front, I beat a drum in my heart.

"This ...... I also don't know much about the media. Xu Zhibi said.

"Senior Brother Xu, you are the master's eldest disciple, and among our group of disciples, you know the most about the media."

"Yes, we don't even know what media is and what journalists are."

"Speaking of which, we are really lucky, we didn't know anything and actually entered such an important occasion, which is really the blessing of the master."

More than 40 people laughed embarrassedly as they spoke. Hearing these fellow disciples say this, Xu Zhibi had some confidence, he nodded, put his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, and said: "Then I will sell ugly in front of you, everyone sits on the ground and writes down what I say." ”

"Sit on the floor? How can this be written? ”

"yes, that's not a good job."

"Do you just spread a coarse cloth on the ground or push it to write? That's not well written. ”

In the whole courtyard, more than 40 scholars held pen and ink, and there were many discussions, they had been studying since childhood, and Mo said that he wrote so on the ground, that is, sitting on a chair, how to lift the pen and how to lean back, and even how to put the legs, there are rules.

Sitting on the ground like this, don't say it's not in accordance with the rules, and the words can't be written well.

"As a journalist, it's important to write a report in the fastest time possible. So I don't care about what manners I write, whether the writing looks good or not, and the most important thing is speed, which has a professional vocabulary that was taught to me by my master, called 'sketching'. ”

Xu Zhibi talked eloquently, and the scholars below listened attentively.

What sketches, sketches, but also live reports, long reports. And what newspapers, magazines and stuff. The professional and unfamiliar vocabulary made this group of scholars seem to have opened the door to a new world, and they are all like pounding garlic, and they are full of admiration.

"All of this is all figured out by our head alone?" An old scholar asked.

"Yes." Xu Zhibi gave an affirmative reply.

"This is a pioneer, the old man has lived for most of his life, and he has never heard of such a gang, but all this is so reasonable."

"The media, that is, public opinion, I think this is promising!"

The group discussed, all of them ruddy and excited. At this time, the scholars only felt that this line of work was fresh and exciting, and at first glance it was a promising business, but what they didn't know was that this industry had just unveiled the tip of the iceberg.

Xu Zhibi saw that it was a little late when he saw the sky, so let them each go back to their rooms to sort out the knowledge points just now, and in about half an hour, they would have to write a manuscript.

To be precise, it is a copy.

Lin Jianqiu wrote out the manuscript and read it to Xu Zhibi, and after he wrote it, he arranged for these scholars to copy it, striving to deliver today's news to each gang in the evening.

Xu Zhibi looked at the direction of Lin Jianqiu's bedroom, the room of the head of the house was in the main room, and outsiders were not allowed to enter at will.

"I don't know how the master wrote." Xu Zhibi thought to himself.

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Lin Jianqiu looked at the two young girls in the hot spring pool with some helplessness.

The beauty is in the pool, and it is moving.

Helpless crotch.

In modern times, you can't avoid drinking when you get to dinner, which is a necessary skill for people in the workplace. Unexpectedly, in ancient times, this woman became an entertainment weight that Lin Jianqiu couldn't push away.

This ancient man is also really, to entertain friends, do you have to send women?!

Be.

Entertaining friends, especially those of Shi Gong's rank, if they don't even deserve a concubine, wouldn't they lose the face of the master? Besides, eating wine is not worthy of women, and only untouchables eat vegetarian meals.

In the modern workplace, if the leader toasts you, do you drink it?

Gotta drink.

In the ancient rivers and lakes, the big guy gave you a woman, do you want it?

Gotta be.

Forehead headache.

I will be busy with business first, and I will write at least five large and small drafts tonight, and I will also think about how to typeset the advertisements in Qiandao, and strive to let the advertisements appear here first when the lights are on at night, and write out today's important news.

It takes time and energy.

After thinking about it, Lin Jianqiu lowered his head and didn't look at these two women, because just now he knew that these two girls were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and as Ji, not to mention beautiful, they were twins who looked exactly the same.

Plus the Shougong sand on their arms.

All of this has hit Lin Jianqiu's preferences.

I can't look at it, I'm afraid it will affect my thinking.

"What's your name?" Lin Jianqiu tried his best to keep his emotions very calm, even a little cold.

"Xiao Ji Xiaorou." The girl on the left bowed.

"Xiao Ji is soft." The girl on the right knelt down.

"We are soft sisters." The two girls replied in unison.

……

Lin Jianqiu took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to block the words below them: "Okay, soft sisters, right?" You two come with me. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Rou looked at each other for a while, and nodded meekly.

After speaking, Lin Jianqiu turned around and left, looked at the tiger, whistled, the tiger crawled over, Lin Jianqiu turned over to the tiger: "Go to the study." ”

The study is in the main room, Xu Zhibi has arranged for someone to put the coarse cloth and pen and ink, the little slave has also put the firewood and warm wine, after the tiger stopped at the door, he guarded the door, Lin Jianqiu strode in, rolled up his sleeves and began to write.

After writing for a while, I could only hear a crisp voice outside the door: "Lin Gongzi...... I'm soft, I'm soft, we're soft......"

"Okay, okay, come in."

Lin Jianqiu hurriedly interrupted their words, it was embarrassing to say, as soon as he heard these two names, especially the name of the soft sisters, Lin Jianqiu couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart.

This name is really appropriate with these two sisters, these two people look like the body of a southern girl, with a small skeleton but a lot of meat, typical clothing is thin and undressed, and it is absolutely soft in her arms.

Get down to business and get rid of distractions.

I heard a creak, the door opened, and two beautiful southern girls walked in. In such a short period of time, they actually changed their clothes, and also tied their hair into a beautiful mustard seed, half of which was coiled up and half put down.

It's just that one mustard seed is on the left and one is on the right.

However, Lin Jianqiu didn't look up at them, but after hearing the voice, he beckoned, continued to write the manuscript, and said, "Come and serve." Grind the ink and pour the water. ”

Lin Jianqiu understood that if they were left in the hot springs, the housekeeper would definitely punish them, but now that the matter was important, the best way was to take them overnight.

But this night was a night of writing.

The two girls looked at each other again, as if they didn't understand.

"Didn't the master say that any man would lose his soul as long as he saw us undress?" Xiao Rou said softly.

"I don't know, it's the first time I've served a man, is it because we're not good at learning?" Xiao Soft said with a crying voice.

"Don't panic, do what the master teaches." Xiao Rou seemed to hold on a little as she took a deep breath.

Lin Jianqiu concentrated on writing the manuscript, this one is a redraft, about the same level as the editorial in the daily newspaper, it is about the news that Shi Gong said about the women's competition to recruit relatives, and it cannot be missed.

So he didn't notice the murmuring behind him.

After a while, a small, white hand fell to Mura and ground it gently; Another pair of equally white and small hands brought the teacup over and gently poured a glass of water.

Lin Jianqiu stopped writing.

He felt that something was wrong.

Look up.

Hold your forehead......

[Double the monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass.] Momda. 】

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