"His name is Cao Shuang!"

Zhu Houji and Cao De looked at each other silently, expressing great satisfaction at the name of this younger brother who had not yet been born.

The spirit is green, and the smoke is hearty.

It seems that Cao Zhengchun is old and has great expectations for this son.

Cao Shuang, well, good name!

"Master Cao, I promise you that I will treat Cao Shuang like a relative...... Like a brother! Zhu Hou said.

Cao De also said: "Father-in-law, as long as I live for one day, I will definitely protect Cao Shuang and be thorough." ”

And Cao Zhengchun heard the words of Zhu Houzhu and Cao De, and finally nodded with satisfaction, as if he had accomplished something big, and let out a deep sigh, his shriveled face became more and more old.

He looked at Zhu Houzong and Cao De, who had been cultivated by him in front of him, and his eyes showed a little reluctance, but with a little relief, very contradictory.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has one last request......

……

In the afternoon, the streets of Shuntianfu are full of people who work from work, and the noise of selling is endless, although it is noisy, but there is also a nostalgic fireworks.

In recent years, the rapid development of the Ming Dynasty has made every hard-working people not worry about eating and drinking, and the so-called warm and thoughtful people's desires, the people have a guarantee of survival, and naturally pursue spiritual entertainment.

The teahouse is a good place for entertainment, order a few pennies of big tea, and then have a plate of cheap dried fruits, relax the fatigue of a day's work, while listening to the jokes of the storyteller on the stage, while chatting with family and friends, this is how comfortable.

In an ordinary teahouse, a well-dressed storyteller is sitting on the stage, foaming at the mouth of his hearsay policies, court secrets, martial arts enmity, and strange spirits......

At the bottom, there is a full audience, men, women and children, three religions and nine streams, gathering together to drink tea and listen to books, which is also very interesting.

Just as the storyteller on the stage was talking about the high tide, a fat old man in a brocade robe hurriedly ran up, interrupted the storyteller's excitement, and stuffed a newspaper into his hand.

"Daming Newspaper Group has an order, read it quickly!"

This fat old man is the owner of the teahouse, and what he stuffed over was a Daming Weekly newspaper that was suddenly rushed to print.

The storyteller was stunned when he heard this, although it was a pity that his story had just been said to be wonderful, but he could only stop helplessly, and instead unfolded the Daming Weekly in his hand.

Each teahouse has the title of Daming Newspaper Group and is under the jurisdiction of Daming Newspaper Group.

They have a large number of literati and writers, and they will provide all kinds of small talk books and anecdotes that are difficult to see on the market, such as teahouses and teahouses.

The teahouse, on the other hand, needs to fulfill the obligation of preaching the Ming Weekly Report to the people.

The audience below was a little unhappy, and they were listening to the rise, but suddenly stopped, what is the difference between this and those shameless broken chapters of writing novels?

It's just that the noise in the audience didn't disturb the storyteller, and the moment he unfolded the Daming Weekly, he froze there, motionless as if petrified

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at the newspaper again, the expression of surprise on his face becoming more and more exaggerated.

Mr. Storyteller's performance attracted the attention of the audience audience, and they all started to make noise, shouting in a mess, asking Mr. Storyteller to tell him what was going on in the Ming Weekly Newspaper, which surprised him so much.

At this time, the storyteller finally came to his senses, solemnly put the newspaper in his hand aside, picked up the clapper on the table, and raised it high.

Syllable!

The sound of the board falling, the listeners and visitors who know the rules were suddenly silent, and the teahouse became very quiet for a while, only the boiling water on the stove was making a gurgling sound.

"The latest news from Daming Weekly." Mr. Storyteller's voice was moved and sad, and he said loudly: "Today's Taishi, the former Daming Factory Governor, the former Master of Ceremonies, the Chairman of Daming Industrial Development Group, the President of Daming Industrial and Commercial Bank, and the CEO of Daming Shipping Group Cao Zhengchun, Cao Lao Shenxian......

Tomorrow morning, he will board the ship at Royal Pier No. 3 for his third voyage! ”

As soon as the voice fell, there was silence at first, and then the pot exploded.

"Don't coax me, you storyteller, Cao Lao Immortal is over seventy, there were rumors a while ago that he was old and frail, weak and comatose, and now I don't know if I wake up or not, and you say that Cao Lao Immortal is going to sea?"

A rugged voice shouted.

"That's it, Old Immortal Cao has been practicing for our hard work all his life, and he should live a long life, you can't joke with him!"

"That's right, aren't you a storyteller who doesn't want to live anymore? The storytelling table is not an illegal place, you are careful to be invited to tea by the factory guard! ”

The voices of doubt were endless, and Mr. Storyteller's original invincible clapper was no longer useful, so he could only vigorously slap the table with a wooden board and shout:

"All the teahouses received the same newspapers, and it's not that I'm lying.

If you don't believe it, you can go and see it tomorrow morning, although I can't pass the imperial examination, I never lie, I spit on a nail! ”

Cao Zhengchun's great prestige among the people can be seen, and the scenes of various teahouses once fell into chaos, even to the point of having to close their doors.

That night, many people fell into insomnia.

……

Early the next morning, at the dawn of Chenguang, the third royal pier of Shuntianfu was already crowded with people, and they were all people who got the news, and they came here early in the morning, just to see Cao Zhengchun and Cao Lao Immortal with their own eyes.

Many of these people even held up color-printed busts of Cao Zhengchun, like fans chasing stars, shouting the slogan "Cao Lao Immortal".

Cao Zhengchun on the portrait is dressed in a black robe and black crown, his eyes are sharp, his momentum is compelling, and he is lifelike.

In addition to ordinary people, there are also well-dressed rich people and beautiful ladies, and even officials in official robes.

The identity of the eunuch Cao Zhengchun has long been no obstacle to him, and his prestige has reached 99, in the eyes of the people of the Ming Kingdom, he is a saint who walks in the world, far greater than the Yangming saint who created the study of mind!

After all, Wang Yangming's mind is the way of self-cultivation, and Cao Zhengchun has really brought the entire Ming Dynasty into a new era.

Finally, in the entire Shuntianfu Empty Alley, with countless people on the dock welcoming him, Cao Zhengchun finally appeared.

Cao Zhengchun, who was dying, sat in a wheelchair, was slowly pushed by Cao De, and appeared on the largest ship in the dock, the Golden Merry.

And when the hustle and bustle of the people saw the old Cao Zhengchun, they suddenly quieted down.

A sad atmosphere slowly brewed, eventually enveloping the entire dock.

The people of the Ming Dynasty finally knew that the omnipotent Cao Lao Immortal was not a real immortal, and it turned out that even if he was him, he would also be old.

Only then did those present know that this was not a farewell, but a farewell.

They know that a great man who created the era is about to pass away.

“……”

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