Less than an hour to the east of Luoyang City, there is a small village.

An old farmer in the village carried a piece of bacon to the home of the only old Xiucai in the village.

What I did today was to find an enlightenment teacher for my grandson to read and write.

I read all the words first, and then I can send them to the academy to study when I am older.

After reading the book well, and gaining a reputation in the future, then even if their family is smoking from the ancestral tomb, it will be prosperous in the near future.

As for why you want to mention bacon.

That's because Lao Xiucai said that when Master Confucius traveled around the world to accept apprentices, the tuition fee was a piece of bacon.

These younger generations of scholars are all regarded as the disciples and grandchildren of Master Confucius, so they naturally want to imitate the sages.

The old farmer didn't understand it, he only knew that Lao Xiu asked him to do that, and he just did that.

"Is Mr. Lu at home?"

When the old farmer arrived at Xiucai's house, he stood at the door and shouted while looking in.

A response soon came from inside:

"Who?"

When the old farmer got answered, he lifted his feet and went into the door.

came to Lao Xiucai to explain his intentions.

I saw Lao Xiucai holding a large boxy piece of paper in his hand, which was full of words, and Lao Xiucai was looking at it intently.

This is not like the books in the hands of the usual readers, and the old farmer is a little curious.

"Mr. Lu, what are you looking at?"

Lao Xiucai didn't raise his eyes, and replied casually:

"The little third son who went to Luoyang City to sell timber this morning brought it back to me."

"What's your name...... The newspaper, yes, seems to be called by this name. ”

Lao Xiucai looked at it, shook his head unconsciously, was amazed in his mouth, and muttered to himself:

"It's terrible, it's terrible!"

The old farmer was curious again:

"What did you say, sir?"

Lao Xiucai replied:

"I mean, the content of this newspaper is very amazing, the articles on it, even if you just look at it, you can see that the articles are all from everyone's hands, and the level of them has completely reached the level of the imperial examination."

"Let's just say that, take one of the articles out of it and take the imperial examination, then how can you get a jinshi!"

The old farmer was surprised:

"As the gentleman said, is this the book of the sages?"

Lao Xiucai was immediately disdainful:

"Bullshit sage, not to that extent."

"In terms of content alone, only the article explaining the Confucian classics can be called a pearl."

"Anything else, it's just a trail."

At this time, Lao Xiu took the time to take a look at the old farmer.

I saw that he was still standing there with bacon, so he hurriedly ordered.

"Stuff on the table, sit down."

Then Lao Xiucai asked about the old farmer's grandson, such as what his name was, how old he was this year, and so on.

After asking about it, he agreed, and asked the old farmer to send his grandson over tomorrow to read and write.

The old farmer hurriedly thanked Dade and thanked him again and again.

"Alright, let's go back."

The old farmer thanked him as he walked out, but in the process he saw it.

Although Lao Xiucai just showed disdain for some of the contents of the thing called the newspaper.

But from beginning to end, Lao Xiucai's eyes were always on the newspaper, as if there was something in it that could capture people's attention.

On the way back, in the shade of a big tree, the old farmer saw the person called Xiao Sanzi in Lao Xiucai's mouth again.

It was the son of a wealthy family in the village, ranking third, so the people in the village liked to call him the third son.

At the age of about fourteen or fifteen years old, he is not only learning from Lao Xiucai, but also helping his family occasionally go to Luoyang City to sell some cut wood.

The little third son sat in the shade, and at this time he also held a newspaper in his hand, and looked at it intently.

Lao Xiu is this performance, and Xiao Sanzi is also this performance, and the old farmer immediately became interested in this thing called a newspaper.

Then he walked over and said to the little third son:

"San'er, are you studying hard?"

The little third son raised his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw the old farmer, he was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said:

"I didn't ...... It's not learning. ”

The old farmer smiled and said:

"Isn't it modest, Mr. Lu didn't say that every article in this newspaper is from everyone's hands, you read it so seriously, it's not hard work."

"Haha, good look, good boy!"

The little third son was even more embarrassed:

"No, it's not...... I don't know enough words, the things that talk about the Confucian classics and the laws of the Great Zhou are too complicated, I can't understand it, I'm reading the story of Guan Erye passing five levels and killing six generals published above! ”

"What?" The old farmer was stunned, isn't this everyone's work, how come there are even stories often told by storytellers?

"San'er, uncle, I don't know how to read, you can also read it to uncle."

The little third son did so.

The two of them read the story together.

Hearing this story, the old farmer was filled with emotion, and he praised again and again:

"Second Master Guan is really a fairy-like hero, escorting his sister-in-law back to find his eldest brother, no demons and monsters along the way are his opponents!"

"Second Master Guan's loyalty, good! This is where each of us should learn! ”

After reading the story, the little third son also had a look of unfinished face, with an excited look on his face.

The old farmer asked.

"Are there any other stories? Read it to my uncle again. ”

Xiao Sanzi shook his head.

"No, there's only one story in a newspaper."

The old farmer pointed to the article that passed the five levels and cut the six generals.

"I see you were reading this just now, so what is this one written here?"

The third son saw the old peasant move his finger to an article about the laws of the Great Zhou.

The little third son made a difficulty.

"Uncle, this seems to be about the law of the Great Zhou, it's too complicated, I don't know many words, and I can't understand it."

The old farmer wondered.

"This ...... There's even the Great Zhou Law on this......"

The old farmer pointed to another article.

"Where's this?"

Xiao Sanzi looked at it, and this seemed to be talking about some bloody news.

I simply read some to the old farmer.

It seems to be talking about a few nearby villages.

The sister-in-law and the brother-in-law were caught committing adultery.

Then the county government set a crime and punishment for the two according to which article and which paragraph of the Great Zhou Law.

The matter of this article is not very attractive to a half-sized child like Xiao Sanzi, but it especially appeals to people like Lao Nong.

The old farmer listened with fascination.

The old farmer praised again and again:

"Good thing, this newspaper is really a good thing."

"San'er, where did you get this thing from?"

The third son said.

"There are a lot of newspaper sellers on Luoyang Street, I saw it strangely, so I bought two and gave one to my husband when I came back."

"Oh?" As soon as the old farmer heard this, he thought about it, this kind of selling method, and he bought two sheets from the mouth of the third son, which sounds like this newspaper is not expensive.

The old farmer asked.

"San'er, how much does this newspaper cost?"

The third son replied.

"Two copper plates."

The old farmer was suddenly surprised, and only asked for two copper plates!

It's only the money for two cooking cakes, and it's worth it!

The old farmer suddenly became excited.

"San'er, if you buy a newspaper in the future, you will also buy one for your uncle! The uncle in your hand now will exchange three copper plates with you! ”

The little third son is curious.

"You don't know how to read, what are you buying this for?"

The old farmer said.

"Collect it, and when my grandson is older, show him, and when he recognizes the words, it's not too late for him to read it to me."