Although he was born in the late Qing Dynasty, Yuan Jiagu was a rare and more enlightened virtuous person. The identity of the champion of the special economic department also makes him different from ordinary Bagu students, and his thinking is much broader.

When he was the official capital, he not only compiled historiography, but also made great efforts to promote the protection of Dunhuang cultural relics and recover some of the scriptures that were bought by foreigners at the price of waste paper.

After that, he served in the southeast and made a student in Zhejiang, which is also quite famous for being honest and good at learning. After returning to Yunnan due to the situation, this late Qing Dynasty relict returned to his hometown indifferently, writing books for pleasure and selling words for a living.

Yuan Jiagu, who was originally middle-aged and full of ambition, naturally hit it off immediately after meeting Zhang Shusheng. The two chatted with each other, talking about some things about the preparation of the school, the allocation of funds, the recruitment of teachers and the purchase of equipment, etc., and chatted until midnight, Zhang Shusheng returned to the inn, and when he went out, Yuan Jiagu even sent it outside the gate in person.

Zhang Shusheng admires Yuan Jiagu's personality very much, but he is not misled by his reputation in later generations, the historical data cannot be trusted, many tall and complete people, the true face of history is estimated to be inferior to male thieves and female prostitutes.

Relying on his dedication to compiling historiography, he is honest and self-reliant, and has a simple but not pedantic patriotic heart for the public.

Relying on his late Qing Dynasty old minister, he was born as a champion, but he was willing to rent a house in Kunming for a living, write books and sell words, and said indifferently. What this kind of person lacks is not an ambitious heart, but a talent. Maybe it is empty talk to let him follow him in what big things and what big banners he will raise, but it is only right for him to be the president of the university that is about to be established.

Early in the morning, Zhang Shusheng sent a guard to help Yuan Jiagu handle some short matters in the family, so that he could leave for Huize in a few days. Another guard was sent around to inquire about some gossip about special talents.

After eating some simple breakfast, he threw his hands and went out, Zhang Shusheng, who had not gone shopping alone for a long time, felt that even the sunshine was a little different.

Think about the street in the later generations, it seems that it is bustling, people come and go, but in fact, most of them are frosty and cold-faced, cold and proud passers-by, and then compare these people in front of them, although they are dressed simply, with vegetables on their faces, they give people a real and kind feeling.

"Jingle ......" rickshaws carrying passengers speed past, and the small iron bells on them make a crisp sound.

"Rock sugar gourd eh~ delicious rock sugar gourd!" The old man with a white scarf on his head, wearing a washed white gray shirt, dragged a group of greedy children behind him, and walked through the streets.

"Drop... Didi..."The piercing old-fashioned car, honking the noisy horn, drove all the way, and occasionally you could see one or two richly dressed women in the car, wearing gold and silver, but I don't know whether it was a famous lady or a flower on the social field.

"Let's go, let's go, the water is coming, the water ......is coming," the barefoot child, shrunk up, carrying a long-spouted iron kettle, carefully carrying tea as he passed by.

……

Zhang Shusheng stopped on the street and looked at all this with emotion, the responsibility given by the times is unprecedentedly heavy.

In the midst of contemplation, a young man with a cloth bag on his chest ran over, with a clearly visible bruise mark on his face, stopped the passers-by, and asked one by one in a pleading tone:

"Sir, buy a newspaper!"

"Don't look."

"Madam, get a newspaper, please, my mother is dying of hunger......"

"Go away, go away."

"This boss, buy a newspaper with news about the Kunming military and political axe and bandits......"

"Get out of here, I'm almost poor, what are bandits. Lao Tzu still wants to be a bandit. ”

……

Zhang Shusheng stopped under a wooden sign on the street with an old-fashioned movie poster and watched the boy go from far to near, but not a single newspaper was sold.

Again and again disappointed, again and again attempted, and even occasionally pushed down, the newsboy resolutely got up, patted the dirt off his body, carefully wiped his palms, and then began to sell newspapers.

Yes, this is not the metropolis of Shanghai Tang, and it is difficult for newspapers to sell in this year without big news. Zhang Shusheng took out the paper cigarettes produced by the Xiaoqingshan Cigarette Factory, took out one, lit it with a lighter, and finally saw the child walk to his side.

"Please, sir, buy a newspaper. Buy a copy of the Times, get a copy of the Evening Newspaper with a printed copy. The child's face is not prominent, maybe it is just a public face that represents this era, but Zhang Shusheng felt a little distressed that the bruises on his face were obviously beaten.

"My mother is going to starve to death, please do it, buy one, or give you two more." The child saw that Zhang Shusheng was dressed extraordinarily, and Zhang Shusheng's silence at the beginning made him see some hope.

What can I say, maybe it is really a tragedy of the times. ** years old, should have been in school, raised by his parents, but he begged one by one on the street, Zhang Shusheng squatted down, spit out a smoke ring, and thought, maybe he also has the power to change the fate of others.

Even many have the power to change the fate of those who are most vulnerable, but they just pass the buck and don't do it.

"Little one, tell me how many newspapers you have in your pocket!"

"First, sir, I, I don't know... I'll only count ...... in the dozens."

"Don't call me sir, call me uncle." Zhang Shusheng was silent, with innocence, timidity, and even shame on the child's face, and a complicated expression. patted his clean face, tidied up the small linen clothes that had been sewn and mended many times for him, and gave him an encouraging look: "Uncle just happened to be free today, how about I help you sell newspapers together?" Uncle is loud and shouts, and the whole street can hear it, so that your newspaper will sell soon, and you can go back to take care of your mother sooner......"

"Thank you, uncle." The child's face finally showed the brightest smile, perhaps, he didn't know how to defend people at this age.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the story that a certain warlord leader and three women had to tell! Absolutely exciting, absolutely hot! ”

"The world's strange news, the world's strange news, a famous painter is shameless in painting. Come and buy, come and see, the painter paints shamelessly, there is no one before and no one after him. ”

"Big news, big news, Generalissimo Sun Guangdong opened fire, and it is bound to ensure the republic to the end!"

……

A simple newspaper, which was originally just a few simple news, was slightly embellished and became an alternative big selling point, and a large bag of newspapers was sold in almost a moment. The two of them ran a few more times, and after working hard early in the morning, they sold the share that the child usually can't sell for half a month, and sold it in one morning.

On a corner of the street in Kunming, passers-by will always find that a temperamental boy in a black slim suit and a dirty little kid are shouting and selling newspapers on the street, attracting passers-by to stop and buy newspapers or point fingers.

It's just that, at this time, no one knew him.

Zhang Shusheng sent the fruitful newsboy to the door of the old alley where his family lived, and did not follow up, squatting down, Zhang Shusheng took his scarred little hands and smiled: "Do you know why the newspaper can sell so fast?" ”

"I don't know!" The child smiled happily with two meat buns in his hand and a little money from the newspaper in his pocket, and looked back at the depths of the alley, where he could vaguely see the slums, "Uncle, my mother is really sick...... I didn't lie to you, or you should come in with me and have a look. ”

"Well, Uncle believes in you. If you want to buy a good newspaper, you should try to read some books when you have the opportunity in the future. Here's an envelope and a pill, the medicine is for your mother, trust uncle, it can make your mother better! This envelope was left to you by your uncle, and you must give it to your mother for safekeeping. Remember, ten years later, ask your mom to open this letter for you. Patting him on the shoulder, Zhang Shusheng stood up and pointed in the direction of the alley, "Go back, remember what your uncle said." The money from selling newspapers today is enough for you to live for half a month, take care of your mother, and say hello to your uncle. ”

"Well, I must remember my uncle's words." The child happily ran towards the alley, and turned back after a few steps, as if to remember this good man he had met early in the morning in the deepest part of his heart, thinking that he would be recognized when he met him on the street in the future.

Zhang Shusheng watched the child disappear at the end of the alley, and his last innocent smile around the corner, he was really the most hardworking child, suffering endlessly but not giving up on himself, that kind of expression that was still full of hope for the dying struggle of life, which could almost make him remember it for a lifetime.

He smiled faintly and said to himself: "Ten years, if you still have hope, uncle will not let you down." ”

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Fisherman: Maybe many people will not be happy to read this chapter, but I insisted on writing it, sorry. A chapter will be added later to meet the needs of other readers.