The first task assigned to the newspaper's account office was to complete the newspaper's office supplies, and considering the particularity of the newspaper's work, Zhang San also decided that the newspaper should have at least one lunch.

If you don't care about eating, these reporters will definitely go to a nearby restaurant to eat in groups, and a few people will inevitably talk about some work matters, which may lead to the leakage of information if you are not careful, so it is better to choose to eat at the unit for lunch.

As for the morning and evening, if you have a home to go home, you still take care of the accommodation without a home, but Zhang San doesn't plan to do much better in the dormitory, Zhang San plans to build a bunk bed for a six-person room, you can choose not to live, anyway, the salary given by Zhang San is not low, these people can go outside to rent a house to live.

Tomorrow's thing is mainly to do a good job of coordination, Zhang San didn't plan to go over by himself, and after thinking about it, he simply arranged for the monkey to be trained as an associate editor-in-chief, and the monkey's intelligence system and the newspaper were integrated in a deeper way.

In this way, the monkey is the deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper on the surface, mainly responsible for news gathering and file management, and secretly holds the intelligence system, so that the two lines can be more convenient and safer in the process of exploring intelligence.

Arrange for the monkey to be in charge of the work of tomorrow's newspaper, Zhang San plans to start going to Taixue tomorrow to see if he can recruit a few talents to build a core team, and then start recruiting ordinary reporters.

Early the next morning, Zhang San took five sacks of copper coins from the account room, put them in the car, and sent a carriage carrying the monkey and five account rooms to the newspaper office, explained the task to everyone, and put down four sacks of money for the account office.

The Great Song Dynasty Taixue is located in the southernmost part of Bianliang on the inner side of the outer city, and the Gongyuan is also here, the most prosperous place in the southern city during the day is naturally near the Confucian Temple, and the most lively at night is indeed the Qinglou and Goolan tile city.

So Zhang San's goal is the Confucian Temple, first asked Zhang Zeduan if there is a good talent recommendation, Zhang Zeduan thought about it and recommended his fellow villager Wang Qingfu, Zhang Zeduan took Zhang San to the Confucian Temple, saw a painting stall from a distance, Zhang Zeduan went over to greet and introduce Zhang San.

The owner of the painting stall is Zhang Zeduan's fellow villager Wang Qingfu, the so-called things gather people in groups, Zhang San also knows that the fellow villager Zhang Zeduan knows may also be a painter, and he is also a poor child looking at this posture.

Zhang San casually looked at the calligraphy and painting stall, the paintings hanging behind looked a little skillful, Zhang Zeduan introduced himself as a fellow villager who is the best at painting characters, Zhang San took a closer look at Wang Qingfu's character paintings are really vivid.

There are some books on the shelf in front of him, Zhang San casually took them out, opened the cover and looked strange, because on the back of the cover was written the name of Zhang San's movable type printing Fang Xinghe Bookstore.

Originally, the painting stalls of poor scholars like this sold mostly their own calligraphy and painting works, and the books on the stalls were also copied by themselves, making a hard money, and the books were better sold than paintings.

Zhang San didn't expect that the books on Wang Qingfu's stall had already been redeemed from Zhang San, it seems that Zhang San's book sales have begun to affect the book copying business of poor children, which is to attract hatred.

After Zhang Zeduan's introduction, Wang Qingfu immediately bypassed the painting stall to greet Zhang San, there was no arrogance of a scholar at all, and he did not look down on Zhang San's officials, in fact, it was not that these people were spineless.

Every time there is a scientific expedition, less than one in a hundred, and the rest of the people either roll up and return to their hometowns, or stay in the capital to wait for the next scientific examination, those who return to their hometowns are fine, but those who stay in the capital are well-off.

Those with poor family backgrounds can only make a living by writing letters to people, copying books and selling paintings, or settling accounts, and scholars not only have to eat, but also have to suspend classes, attend poetry clubs, buy books and read books, and so on.

So being able to have a decent job in the capital, not delaying his studies and taking exams, and earning money to support himself, still has a huge attraction for Wang Qingfu, Zhang San looked at him, anyway, there was not much of him to draw illustrations. The decision was made immediately to hire this person.

Zhang San arranged for him to go to the newspaper office tomorrow to report, and then asked him if there were any strange people near the Confucian Temple, Wang Qingfu thought about it and introduced Zhang San to Li Banxian, who was a small champion of the bridge, and was said to be a powerful person.

Zhang Zeduan took Zhang San to Zhuangyuan Bridge, and Zhang San remembered that the town of Guanxi was also selling pork at Zhuangyuan Bridge? Then smiled and shook his head, this champion bridge is not the champion bridge, Zhang San came to the bridge, and sure enough, he saw a middle-aged scholar, with a mustache, sitting on a hanging stall, holding a book of I Ching in his hand to read with relish.

Zhang San sat down with a smile, and the middle-aged man looked at Zhang San and closed the book and asked, "What is the son going to count?" ”

Zhang San smiled and asked, "What will you be?" ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the banner and said with a smile: "Measure the word, untie the sign, ask about the future, and calculate the marriage." ”

Zhang San thought about it and said, "Then I'll ask about the future." ”

The middle-aged man took the bucket and handed it to Zhang San, Zhang San blocked it with his hand and said: "I measure the word, and the word test asks about the future." ”

The middle-aged man handed over the pen and paper, Zhang San thought for a while and wrote the word "Water Margin" on the paper, and then asked with a smile: "Ask about the future." ”

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Zhang San, then looked at the word and said: "Hu's water's edge, Childe asks about the future, Childe's future is at the water's edge?" ”

Zhang San was a little disappointed, is it at this level? What the hell, with a glimmer of hope, he asked, "Is there anything else?" I want to ask if I can go to high school in this year's imperial examination. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Why bother me, Gongzi, you won't participate in the imperial examination at all." ”

Zhang San looked at the things on his body and feet that did not reveal his identity, and asked strangely, "Why?" ”

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Literally, a word written by Childe means that Childe's future is by the water, between words, and in the opportunity of change." The so-called noon is also handed. ”

Zhang San originally thought that this middle-aged man would be like Dongfang Shuo in the Son of Heaven of the Han Dynasty, stun himself, and then worship himself, but he didn't expect that what this middle-aged man said was plausible and bullshit.

Zhang San simply asked: "I have something I want to ask Mr. to explain, there is a farmer with a wolf, a sheep and a cabbage across the river, there is only one boat on the river, can only bring one thing at a time, the farmer brings the wolf over, the sheep will eat the cabbage, the cabbage will be brought over first The wolf will eat the sheep, if the sheep is brought over first, the cabbage and the wolf will be fine, but then the cabbage and the wolf will be eaten or eaten, what should the farmer do?" ”

Middle-aged man: "......." ”

Zhang San looked at the stunned middle-aged man and shook his head in disappointment, it seems that this guy's level is average, Zhang San got up and took out ten cents from his body and threw it on the stall, got up and prepared to leave, at this time the middle-aged man shouted: "Slow!" Why is Childe asking me this question? ”