"This three-cent newspaper is really real, and he is willing to use his mind, well, good, good." After putting on makeup, Zhu Zilong and Li Qingzhao smiled at each other. Then I walked into a hotel that had just delivered a newspaper from Sanmao!

The two pretended to be diners, and chose a small dish to take up a table and sit down.

The first time my newspaper was published in the Great Song Dynasty, I said that I was not curious that it was fake. That's why Zhu Zilong and Li Qingzhao, who were also curious, took a look at the situation outside after putting on makeup.

There were also Shangguan teachers and teachers, and of course, they were all dressed as men.

A few days ago, when Zhu Zilong disclosed to them, in fact, Zhu Sihai, who wrote Dream of Red Mansions, was after himself. The women were really surprised for a while before accepting the news.

Then one by one, they swore to the sky that they would not divulge this secret.

Here, Zhu Zilong walked on his front feet after putting on makeup, and Shangguan and Shishi also put on makeup and followed.

No, Zhu Zilong only occupied a table, and they also occupied a table when they came in.

Each of these newspapers, each of them had personally proofread them last night, and each manuscript was very familiar with the content, but they just couldn't read enough. Carefully put away the first newspaper, and when it was finished, they didn't feel sleepy.

Zhu Zilong looked at it and wanted to laugh, feeling that he and a few of them in the Song Dynasty had become the same as the college entrance examination candidates in later generations. Waiting for the sales of the newspaper and how the wind will be reviewed, it is as nervous as a student waiting for the college entrance examination report card.

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After a while, the hotel teahouse began to gradually come to the guests, this is the first batch of guests to come in addition to Zhu Zilong and others after makeup.

But they were just some porters who were in a hurry, who seemed to be illiterate, and when they sat down to rest after a few sips, they only picked up the newspaper and used it as a fan, but did not look at it a few times. The expressions of Shangguan Shishi, Li Qingzhao and the others were a little unnatural, and even some wanted to be angry.

Zhu Zilong quietly comforted them, these may be illiterate, and there are many tabloids here, you can't expect people's first impression to think of it, this is the Great Song Weekly, calm, be calm.

After a while, a second group of guests came in.

But it is a group of merchants and merchants, who may have been stained with road water on the road. After coming in to greet the guys and serving the food and tea, Jing Ran directly picked up the newspaper on the table, used it as a foot cloth, and then threw it away.

Depend on!

Such an act that is worse than illiteracy made Zhu Zilong almost burst away, and this time it was Li Qingzhao and the others to appease him, calm down, and the egg was set.

The fellow was a trustworthy man, and when he saw that the newspaper on this table was tattered, he took a good one from the front desk and put it back in its place.

After a while, a person who looked like a book finally came.

After sitting at another table, he saw the newspaper on the table and asked the guy what it was. Dude answers, this is still a new newspaper!

"Guest officer, this is the Great Song Weekly, free for the guest officer to watch and entertain, don't take it away, just put it on the table. Every day after that, I only glanced at it a few times, and I saw what the weather forecast was on it, and I didn't know if it was accurate. It is said that five days later, fifty miles south of the city, there will be a thunderstorm. It's three days, and if it's true, the villages over there will be a disaster, and the river will rise over the village. ”

Hearing what the guy said, the scholar hurriedly picked up the newspaper and read it. A few foot merchants, who were particularly concerned about the weather, also picked it up.

When he was young, the scholar spoke first, and said to himself: "This Great Song Weekly newspaper is full of vernacular texts, but it is a little vulgar, but some jokes and anecdotes are also interesting. Well, this weather forecast is probably made up, right? Even the official newspapers have never said it so detailed and accurate, and this tabloid is too blown. Alas, it's mostly for sales, right? ”

What does it mean to blow too much?

It's called science, you know the! Zhu Zilong's face turned black again!

When the scholar saw the serialized version of "Dream of Red Mansions", he read it for a few minutes.

The scholar slapped his thigh violently and shouted: "What a dream of Red Mansions, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" ”

Shangguan Shishi and the others looked at each other and smiled, glanced at Zhu Zilong, and it was done!

Zhu Zilong just laughed for three points, feeling that he was not happy.

A few people sat in the teahouse all morning, and these newspapers were read countless times by the people who came in.

There are those who praise loudly, there are those who ridicule, and there are those who ignore it. The expressions on the faces of Zhu Zilong and the others were happy and angry with the comments of these people. It's like a June day, a child's face!

"A few guest officers, do you want to add food?" In the evening, Xiao Er came over and asked.

Only then did Zhu Zilong realize that his group ordered too few things, and it was too conspicuous to sit all day.

So, I happened to be hungry, so I simply ordered a table of dishes, and went back to sleep after eating to replenish my spirit.

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Just when Zhu Zilong and the others were returning to their homes to rest, at the same time in other places.

In the palace, a chamberlain took a large stack of newly purchased books and newspapers, and respectfully placed them on the bookcase in the imperial study.

The emperor looked at it and asked casually, "What are the books in between?" Communiqué? ”

"Emperor Qiqi, those who participated in the provincial examination are buying a book called "Commentary on the Analects", I heard that it was written by a young man in his early twenties, named Zhu Zilong, and the characters are all over the world. And that newspaper was handed over by His Majesty last month and run by the Second Prince. ”

"Oh, got it, go down!"

"Honor!"

And in Kaifeng Mansion, Bao came back tired and sighed heavily. The new law and the new law have made the country a mess, and Zhao Xiang's new green seedling law and the equal-loss method are all tricks to collect money. Compared to the new law of King Anshi, it is even more tiring!

What is the use of the emperor wanting to make himself a privy deputy? I don't know anything about military affairs, but I am a bachelor of Hanlin and a scholar of imperial history, even if I am an official, I can instead counsel the government.

"The official family is barely half a British lord, but he likes to play a little too much, as long as he adheres to the principle and persuades more, there is still hope. It's just hateful that the traitorous party has not been cleared, and the new party has misled the country! ”

When Bao Shou walked into the room, he saw that Uncle Zhang was reading a book attentively, and there was a newspaper next to him.

Seeing Bao Shou coming in, Uncle Zhang stood up and said happily: "Virtuous nephew, I have found an immortal talent!" Odd numbers, really odd numbers...... This Confucian son named Zhu Sihai, who is in his early twenties, can write such an article, he is simply a demon genius! ”

Uncle Zhang was also a well-known genius when he was a child, and he thought that back then, he was also set to participate in the imperial examination. wrote tens of thousands of words of policy, which attracted people's attention.

However, compared to Zhu Sihai now, he felt a little red in his face.

When he was young, he sighed: "This son is really a genius...... As soon as this book comes out, I am afraid that the annotated supplementary books of the "Analects" will be abolished. And this Dream of Red Mansions is also very well written, is he really only about twenty years old? ”

As soon as he heard Zhu Sihai's words, the exhausted Bao Shou's mind was as alive as if he had taken a hormone.

"My lord, this son is indeed in his early twenties. Listen to me tell you about the Heavenly Bun Club again! ”

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