The twentieth issue of "Yunzhou Weekly" sold like crazy!
"Give me a copy of "Yunzhou Weekly"!"
"I want one too!"
"A thousand copies!"
The people around him couldn't help but follow the sound and found that the person coming was one of the caravans from Kyoto.
"Why are you opening so many copies?"
"Of course I want to take it to Kyoto! This newspaper doesn't take up any space. You just need to wrap it in oil paper, and you don't have to worry about anything else.
< br>Some passers-by were surprised: "Kyoto is also paying attention to our affairs in Yunzhou? "
"Hey, wherever the general is, we the people of Kyoto will pay attention! As expected of a great general, he has supported many storytellers. No, another round of criticism was issued across Yunzhou! ”
The businessman’s eyes are filled with stars, who doesn’t like to see this gossip!
This issue of "Yunzhou Weekly" devoted an entire page to telling the whole story.
Among them, Gu Nanxi’s review bookmark is bolder and larger, located in the center of the board.
In Yunzhou City, everyone has different opinions on this matter.
In the Geng family yard, in the lobby, the neighbors are all sitting there.
Those who hold shoe soles, those who knead Luoyang wool, those who knead dough...
His hands kept moving and his mouth was still chattering.
"Old Mrs. Wang, you are really capable. You are rubbing wool at home again." Old Mrs. Huang really envied Mrs. Wang for having such spirit!
Old Mrs. Wang carefully twisted the light wool into silk: "I have been praying for many years to find a general in this world. I have to hurry up and save some money for my little grandson."
Old Mrs. Wang's tone was full of longing: "In the future, I will buy a shop and do some small business. Send my grandson to study. "Tang, if I can become a scholar like Geng Silang, and become a scholar, I can feel at ease even if I go under the Nine Springs."
At this point, Mrs. Wang wiped the tears from her eyes. : "My short-lived son who failed to live up to expectations! If I could live a few more years, I don't know how wonderful my life would be!"
"No! Alas, how could someone let go of such a good life and cause trouble all day long? I heard Shopkeeper Zhou from the incense and candle shop said that the general wrote a letter of apology. It was also published in the newspaper!"
Huang The old woman was a little angry. How could such a good general write a letter of apology? !
Under the encouragement of her family, Aunt Geng learned a few words and could barely read the newspaper, but she could get a general idea.
"The boy from the Gu family bullied Geerang on the grassland. Geerang beat the boy from the Gu family. No, the Gu family quit and started working with the Haoriqin tribe."
Mrs. Wang raised her head and frowned: "Why do adults get involved in children's fights? Who's child has never had a fight?"
Mrs. Huang also nodded in agreement: "That's right, the general is implicated for nothing."
Aunt Geng sighed: "On the surface, it is children fighting, but in fact, it is the Yunzhou people and the grassland people who are not on the right track. "
"Sigh. I don't want to talk to the prairie people. But the general agreed. She must have her own reasons." Old woman Huang put down the shoe soles in her hands and thought of her deceased son.
When she first learned of her son’s death, she really wanted to eat the Tartars alive!
But life goes on, and there is a little granddaughter.
This hatred is buried deep in my heart, making my heart ache.
Old Mrs. Huang doesn’t understand any big principles, and she can’t understand why Yunzhou wants to accept those prairie people.
But if the general did this, it must be right!
Even though her heart ached when she saw those prairie people, Mrs. Huang endured her hatred and turned a blind eye to them.
Old Mrs. Wang lowered her head long ago and continued to twist the wool, humming a ditty that was popular in Yunzhou City.
"Unity is strength, unity is strength, this strength is steel, this strength is iron, harder than iron, stronger than steel, fire at the steppe Tatars, let the steppe Tatars die! Towards the sun, towards the better days, towards Yunzhou , shine brightly!”
With this chanting, everyone present joined in.
The sound of the chorus floated through the window into the night sky of Yunzhou, dancing with the slowly falling snowflakes. The singing is like some kind of spell, making people turn the sadness, anger and hatred in their hearts into streams of power, flowing through their hearts!
……
In Huaishuo Town, a small restaurant is filled with the sweetness of milk tea, mixed with the fragrance of canned fruits.
Hu businessmen sat together and exchanged information with each other.
"The tea in Yunzhou, loose tea only costs one hundred and fifty cents per catty, Jian tea is more expensive, and one cake needs to be consistent."
"You plan to transport Jian tea? This is a bit risky It’s big.”
Twenty loaves are one pound.
Jiancha is tea produced in Fujian. The official price in Dazhou is 9,000 yuan per cake. I used to work at Bianguan, where I worked until I was five.
“Let me take another look. I see that there are a lot of good things in Yunzhou, and this canned fruit is very good.”
“You don’t have to think about this. The canned fruit is not available yet. After leaving Shuozhou, sell three One part, and the rest can be eaten by Kyoto."
The Hu merchants drank milk tea and ate the hot pot provided by the store. They were sweating from the heat. They took off their outer robes one by one, and they were very angry. People, even shirtless.
“I have to say, this fire kang is really good! It’s snowing heavily outside, but it’s as warm as spring inside the house.”
Another Hu Shang picked up a piece of mutton, rinsed it in the hot pot, and stuffed it into his mouth: "Shutan! Shopkeeper, read us today's "Yunzhou Evening News"!"
Hu Shang Hand the newspaper to the shopkeeper.
The store owner immediately called his son who came back from school.
Hu Shang took a look at the boy who was just taller than the table and asked doubtfully: "Can you read?"
The store owner smiled with a hint of pride: "Yes! I learned it at Baichuan Academy Department, first in class! I got a lot of rewards when I came back this semester.”
Hu Shang tutted: "In Yunzhou, it doesn't cost anything to study. If you study well, you will be given prizes."
My friend joked: "You might as well learn from the prairie people and join in." Yunzhou?”
Hu Shang rolled his eyes: "You think I don't want to?! When I make a few more trips and earn more money, I will move to Yunzhou with my family."
Speaking, Hu Shang rushed to the boy Nunu raised her chin and motioned for him to read the newspaper.
The tender voice of children echoed in the small restaurant.
The originally bustling restaurant suddenly became quiet at some point.
After the boy finished reading, everyone came back to their senses and expressed their opinions on the news they had just heard.
"I have long said that people who are not of my race will have different minds! These prairie people are just unfamiliar white-eyed wolves, repaying kindness with hatred!" The speaker was a man with a long scar on his face.
The companion at the same table with him persuaded: "These are people from the Haoriqinqin tribe. I have dealt with them. Unlike the Tatars, they have never gone south."
"Hmph!"
"Stop arguing. I saw that the song at the back of the newspaper is quite interesting. It sounds really exciting!"
No matter what their opinions are, everyone admires Gu Nanxi.
"Be responsible!"
"Working with such a person will give you peace of mind!"
Hu Shang became even more excited. (End of chapter)