Chapter 83: Lian Po is old, can he still eat?

　　 "Hahaha, how can a newsboy be a person who reports military affairs? Can you stand the chaos with your hands?"
　　 In the crowd, one person suddenly laughed.
　　 All the scholars looked at him, but he was an old farmer with a childlike face. At this moment, he was carrying a medicine basket, laughing happily, as if he had heard a great joke.
　　 Hearing this, the scholar suddenly said angrily: "You old man, how can you laugh at us?"
　　 The old man waved his hand, "Offends, offends, I only have different opinions. This notice says to recruit people who can read and write.
　　 does not require the presence of merit and fame. It just means that this matter requires literacy. From this point of view, it must be something similar to a notice at the gate of this city. "
　　 When everyone heard the words, they nodded frequently, and the scholar also said, "It is reasonable."
　　In Dayu, once the notice is posted, there will be an officer who will read the content on the notice to the people.
　　 "If it's such a thing, is it too big and underachiever? I'm all people who have studied poetry for more than ten years." Another scholar said.
　　 "Yes, this is too much to use."
　　 "This newsboy is nothing but this long history can be considered."
　　 "……"
　　 Everyone talked a lot, and Old Han shook his head suddenly and sighed. These scholars all had good eyes and low hands. It is precisely because of this that the high is not good, the low is not good, and in the end many scholars have achieved nothing, and they have been poor for their entire lives.
　　 That's how he is. He didn't realize this truth until now fifty-five, but it was too late to regret.
　　 "You don't go, I'll go!" The old man walked to the notice and wrote his name in front of the officer in charge of the notice.
　　Changshi He thinks he is too old to have a chance, but this newsboy is just a errand to make money. It is better than going to the mountains to collect medicine.
　　 "Hi, you are an old man, are you literate?" someone called.
　　 Some of them looked at the old man carefully, and suddenly laughed: "Who I said, it turned out to be the old scholar Fan Zeng. It is said that he took the imperial examination every year and he still has no fame."
　　 "It's a Jiazi's age, it's really useless."
　　 "Bah, there was a face to laugh at us just now." The scholar took the opportunity to fight back.
　　 Fan Zeng's ruddy face turned redder because of his anger, but after all he sighed and silently carried the medicine basket and walked home.
　　 When he returned to his home in Ankangfang, Fan Zeng threw the medicine basket to the ground, "Huh, you are waiting, even if I get 80 years old, I will get a fame."
　　 At this time, an old woman walked out and saw the medicinal materials scattered on the ground, and cursed: "Take your mother's embarrassment, why is this medicinal material thrown on the ground, and I hope to exchange money for rice, old stuff."
　　 This old woman is Fan Zeng’s married wife. He said angrily:
I won’t go to gather medicine tomorrow. I’m going to be a newsboy.

　　 The old woman was even more anxious, and she cursed a few more words, saying, "Should you not go to collect medicine and drink northwest wind? What kind of thing is a newsboy? You have white teeth and you don't want you to pick up manure!"
　　 "You...huh, from a woman's point of view, I don't know what a newsboy is? But the notice says that as long as you can read and write, you can pay one or two dollars a month." Fan Zeng said.
　　 "A couple of silver." The old woman's eyes lit up.
　　 Fan Zeng was impoverished when he was young and had no fame. He could only find a well-known violent family in Shili Baxiang to be his wife. He was very weak in character and was often scolded at home.
　　 "Yes, one or two." Fan Zeng said.
　　 One or two silver a month is enough for their family to live and wear.
　　 The old woman rolled her eyes, "Then you go, it won't be wasteful that you have read poems and books for so many years, but if you don't become a teacher, you can honestly gather medicine."
　　 Fan Zeng is still a little guilty, but now he feels more and more that his physical strength cannot support him to go up the mountain to gather medicine.
　　 While the family is embarrassed, his son is also studying to prepare for this year's imperial examination, but the entanglement in Chang'an is a problem. Thinking of this, he just wants to spare no money, so he should go and see it.
　　 Thinking like this, he ate dinner in a hurry, and went to the Dudu's Mansion before dawn the next day. He was the first to arrive.
　　 Although there were many scholars who despised newsboys yesterday, as he thought, many scholars came today.
　　He is a person here, and he knows that these young scholars are very face-saving, and even if they have different thoughts in front of everyone, they have to agree, but if you think about it, you can still figure it out.
　　 After waiting for an hour, a sound of horseshoes suddenly awakened the drowsy Fan Zeng. He looked up and saw a handsome, handsome young man wearing a brocade robe and a jade belt coming from his horse.
　　 The young son was followed by two sturdy and fierce guards, who looked like veterans with many battles.
　　 "His Royal Highness King Qi."
　　 "Yes, it is His Royal Highness King Qi."
　　 "……"
　　 Some scholars recognized Xiao Ming and talked with each other.
　　 Fan Zeng was startled, and his heart was extremely nervous. This newsboy incident, Wang Qi, came personally. It seemed that it was an extremely important position. He suddenly felt that he had no hope.
　　 Seeing King Qi approaching, the scholars waiting at the gate of the Dudu Mansion bowed excitedly and shouted in unison: "See His Royal Highness Qi."
　　 Xiao Ming got down from the horse and said to the people waiting in front of the Dudu Mansion: "Everyone is free~EbookFREE.me~ if you can come today, it is your trust in this king. Please come with this king."
　　 Xiao Ming was very happy to see so many people coming to apply. This shows that Qingzhou still has some talents in reserve, at least it can be used urgently.
　　 Everyone followed Xiao Ming into the Dudu's Mansion. At this time Pang Yukun also arrived, and he and Xiao Ming sat down together.
　　 At this time, Xiao Ming said: "First of all, I will tell you what a newsboy is?"
　　 After sitting down, Xiao Ming was straight to the point. He never liked to talk nonsense and said bluntly: "Speaking of newsboys, you have to mention the newspaper..."
　　 In the face of more than two hundred people who came to apply for the job, Xiao Ming explained that in modern times, newspaper boys are children who deliver newspapers, and Xiao Ming here extends to people who deliver and read newspapers.
　　 As he said, Xiao Ming took out a newspaper, which was the first newspaper printed by the Department of Equipment overnight.
　　 "This is the newspaper, you can read it around." Xiao Ming stopped the person closest to the newspaper, because this was a gray-haired old man.
　　 The old man obviously noticed Xiao Ming's surprised look, and immediately lowered his head. Instead, he concentrated on reading the newspaper, shaking his head and reading it.
　　 Pang Yukun also noticed the old man at this time, but when Fan Zeng read the text, he nodded in appreciation, and said to Xiao Ming: "It's true, but at this age..."
　　 Fan Zeng pricked his ears when he heard the discussion about him.
　　 Xiao Ming smiled, and said: "Jiang Taigong met the King Wen in eighty times, and Lian Po is old, can he still have a meal? This king thinks it's okay."
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