Chapter 316: A Boy Who Would Rather Die in War

"Sell newspapers."

"The newly opened social newspaper has a lot of beautiful stories on it, come and buy it, only the last one."

on the streets.

A young man dressed in patches shouted in a broken accent at the door of the restaurant carrying a cloth bag full of newspapers.

No one is stupider than the other, the only difference is the environment.

Because of the different environments, the information received is different, resulting in different cognitions and behaviors, but there will be no difference in IQ overall.

The children who sell newspapers know where there are many customers.

Most of the customers who come to the restaurant are rich, and if they have money, they will be literate, and if they are literate, they will be interested in reading newspapers, and they will have money.

Therefore, outside every restaurant, it is an important place for children to sell newspapers.

"Kid."

A middle-aged man who was about to enter the restaurant beckoned, and the young man hurriedly ran over and asked politely, "Sir, do you want a newspaper?" ”

"What newspapers are there?" The middle-aged man asked casually.

He didn't have the habit of reading newspapers before.

But since I saw it for the first time, I slowly can't do without it.

Ordinary people don't buy every issue of the newspaper, which is a loser's behavior in their eyes, but there are still many people who don't think so.

Newspapers cover too much information and are perceived by different classes.

"There are technical newspapers, life newspapers, and social newspapers."

The young man seemed to be very skilled, and said very well-behaved: "There is a news in the social newspaper that some people only rely on submitting articles to the life newspaper, and the monthly manuscript fee is one or two taels of silver, so they make a living by submitting articles to the life newspaper." ”

"Oh, one for all three."

The middle-aged man said generously.

The young man was very happy, and hurriedly sorted out three newspapers from the cloth bag, and held them to the middle-aged man with respectful hands.

"You're not a local, are you?"

The middle-aged man asked casually.

In fact, twenty or thirty years ago, more than eighty percent of the people in Beiping City were foreigners.

"Sir guessed right." The young man was very good at things by life, and took the initiative to say: "My family is from Shandong, and my family suffered a disaster last year, so I took us to escape the famine and came to Beiping." ”

Middle-aged people are very patient.

After buying the newspaper, I didn't rush into the restaurant, but started a family routine with the young man in front of me.

"It's from Yanzhou."

The young man Lang Daqi, "How does Mr. know?" ”

"That's the good thing about reading, can you read words?"

"I knew hundreds of words in social studies, and my husband said that I was not reading material, and it was enough to recognize my own name to count, and it would be a waste of money and food to read again, so it was better to save money for the family work as soon as possible and marry a daughter-in-law, and I took me away when I was old."

The young man was still very honest, and he told everything that Mr. said back then, although he was a little embarrassed when he talked about saving money to marry his daughter-in-law.

"The gentleman who taught you to read is still in charge."

The middle-aged man nodded in approval.

It's not easy to get ahead by reading.

Although this young man is not stupid, he is honest in nature, and he can't read, ordinary children, if they have no talent, it is indeed better to come out early to learn to work.

"Although the imperial examination is hopeless, the book must continue to be read, and people must always understand some truths, otherwise they will not live in vain."

"The imperial court has made great efforts to study and formulate the law of reading, so that you will not be confused and know the natural truth of things, otherwise you will not understand knowledge, and how different from the Hu people." “

"Sir, that's what you learned." The young man bowed his head and replied.

The middle-aged man put the rolled newspaper under his armpit, and then took out an extra dozen pennies to reward him.

The young man took it gratefully.

"The imperial court issued an order for disaster relief and exempted Yanzhou from taxes for three years, why should you flee the famine?"

Because of the reward, the young man was not in a hurry to sell the remaining newspapers.

What the middle-aged man said, the young man also liked to listen, so he didn't leave, and said with a smile: "People who go back from outside their hometown say that Beiping is full of money, and life is like a fairy. ”

"When there are many people who say it, they believe it."

subconsciously read this sentence, and the middle-aged man was distracted.

"I didn't think you had this insight."

"Don't dare to be, the kid also listened to a customer who bought a newspaper, but he was just picking up people's teeth."

The middle-aged man nodded, turned around and went into the restaurant.

"Sir, walk slowly."

After the young man and other middle-aged people entered the restaurant, and then went to the next place to sell newspapers, he never thought that he could make a living by selling newspapers.

There was no one else in the private room of the restaurant, it was Zhang Lian of the Inspectorate Division.

"I've seen you on the streets for a long time, why did you come up now." The best location is the area against the railing.

Not only is the scenery here, but it is also suitable for whispering.

"Bought a few newspapers."

The middle-aged man puts the newspaper on the table.

"There's another profession."

"What?"

"I can support my profession by writing stories."

Zhang Lian was not interested, he hurriedly pulled the middle-aged man to sit down, and asked cautiously, "Senior brother, have you really thought about it?" ”

The middle-aged man's name is Gao Mian, and he is the official of the Inspectorate Division.

Gao Mian continued calmly: "Merchants are not like merchants, people are not like ordinary people, and military households are not like military households. ”

"If this continues, the imperial court system has become a non-existent system, which will be very harmful to the country."

"Wang Zhen's experience in front of the stage."

Zhang Lian reminded.

Gao Mian was silent when he heard this.

Even the envoy left Beiping in a gloomy manner, not to mention himself.

Long.

"Do something and don't do something."

"Admiration!"

Zhang Lian clenched his hands into fists.

Gao Mian didn't explain, and Zhang Lian didn't understand himself at all.

……

The boy ran out of the newspaper and handed over the capital of today's newspaper to the newspaper office.

Actually, you can hand it in tomorrow.

However, the young man was cautious and was afraid that he would accidentally lose his money one day, so he would rather take an extra trip just for insurance.

Then he put the wallet he earned in his arms and went out of the city happily.

There is a shanty town outside the city of Peiping.

There used to be some of them, but they have become larger and larger over the years, and they have long since expanded many times, and most of them are people who come from other places to make a living.

The young man gave the money to his mother, and when he learned that his father was still working outside, he went to the place where his father was working.

In a team building area, countless industries have been promoted.

There is a shed with a lot of wood.

The young man stepped on a thick layer of sawdust and saw his father, who was covered with yellow wood dust, planing a wooden plank.

In the distance, there are already two wooden cabinets that have been made.

The young man didn't speak, he took the shovel and began to clear the ground, and it took half an hour to clear the sawdust that could no longer be settled.

The sawdust was collected, and every few days someone would take it away, and twenty cents a month would be given, and the sawdust would be sold to the people, and it would be used as a trigger for making fires.

There is no limit to how smart people are.

There are always business opportunities to be found.

Although the sawdust sold to the people is very cheap and does not make much money, it can add up to a considerable amount.

The city of Beiping abolished the forced labor of collecting manure and outsourced it to individuals.

Many people relied on the work of collecting manure that people looked down on and no one wanted to do, and even bought a house in the group building housing area.

The young man heard the news, but he really didn't want to do it, it was too disgusting to do it.

"The nails are running out, you will go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy iron-clad nails, and a box of ink will come back."

The young man's father commanded.

"Didn't you not allow you to use nails before?"

The young man asked curiously.

"In the past, nails were expensive, and wouldn't it seem like a skill to use nails." The boy's father worked while talking.

"Now the nails are cheaper, and the more work can't be done, and many owners are only anxious to get the spot, which is different from the previous requirements."

"Big, I want to go to school."

The young man said suddenly.

The room was silent, except for the sound of the young man's father cutting wood.

"Squeak...... Squeak......"

The planer is rectangular.

Dig out a thin and wide groove diagonally in the middle and install an iron cutting head.

It only needs to be pushed back and forth by manpower on the wooden block, so that the uneven wooden block will soon become flat and smooth.

As you push forward, rolls of wood chips will be shaved out of the trough and eventually spilled onto the ground in the uneven parts of the wood.

"My family used to be poor, and your husband said that you were not a student for studying, so he let you go home." The boy's father explained.

"There are a lot of jobs in Beiping, and the wages are high, so you can buy a house here after working for a few years."

The young man was lost.

He thought that his father would let him continue to sell newspapers, and after selling them, he would come back to work for the family and earn money to buy a house as soon as possible.

"I've already inquired, as long as the school here is old enough, no matter where the people are, they can go to school, and they don't need tuition, and they can also transfer classes, you only need to provide household registration and registration, and you can ask for yourself tomorrow."

The boy's father put down the planer, lifted the block of wood at one end, and looked at it at eye level to see if it was polished.

The young man showed a happy look in his eyes and nodded heavily.

The father and son worked in this shed all afternoon, until the school ended, and groups of students walked by.

The young man couldn't help but stop his work and looked at those children of the same age with envy.

He wanted to join them.

"The five heroes died fiercely, and their death will not be in vain."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old child said excitedly.

"The enemy slashed dozens of knives on them, and they were not afraid at all, because they pretended to be the righteousness of the country in their hearts, and they were not people who were afraid of death, and they would not make excuses for themselves to surrender and beg for their lives."

Each era has its own characteristics.

Because the productive forces of each era are different, then people's spirits are also different, so the topics discussed are naturally not different.

Just like the literature of later generations, in each period, the literature that people need and want to see has changed differently.

The young man listened to the remnants of his peers in the air, and thought curiously, is it the five heroes mentioned in the newspaper?

More than a hundred years ago, our ancestors were beaten into slavery?

It was liberated only thirty years ago.

The young man felt humiliated.

If he went back a hundred years and made him a slave, he would rather die in battle.

(End of chapter)