I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Yes, yes, everyone, sing along with me..." Chen Luo looked at the children in the courtyard and sang with a high voice, "La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers..."

"La la la, la la la, I'm a little expert in selling newspapers..." The children were very happy when they heard that they didn't have to leave Huangzhuang, and obediently sang along with Chen Luo's accent. It's fun to sing.

Speaking of which, when Chen Luo was teaching in the mountains in his previous life, he was responsible for music and sports.

There is no way, the college students who went to teach with him are all from prestigious universities. He is from an art academy, so he has to do some work that is not related to his major.

With just a cup of tea, Chen Luo taught this song about selling newspapers.

"Divide the children into groups." Chen Luo took the tea handed by Lu Tong and said, "Groups of two over the age of nine, and groups of five for the age of seven and eight. After that, they will be responsible for selling newspapers to me in the city. Each group has one tael of silver per month. Those under the age of seven can stay in Zhuangzi well, and just do some farm work with you."

Lu Tong was overjoyed and wanted to kneel down to thank him again, but was stopped by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo glanced at the dirty children again, reminding him of the students in the mountains. His heart felt sore, he reached for a pen and ink, and drew a pattern of clothes on the paper, using the appearance of the school clothes in the Republic of China , and a large cross-body pocket, handed over to Lu Tong.

"According to this style, change it into winter and summer clothes, and give each child a set. In addition, buy some daily clothes. Children, it should be clean and tidy. They are the face of my Earl's Mansion! Don't you mess with this rags? Is it a joke? You get the money from the village first, and just keep a record."

Lu Tong was holding the blueprint, with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, this..."

"Don't kneel, that's it. Besides, it's okay for the newspaper boy to be illiterate. Go invite a few Confucian scholars. You don't need to be very good, as long as you can teach literacy. The fee depends on you, and it will be paid from the village."

Lu Tong looked at Chen Luo, and said with a sob for a long while, "Uncle is kind, these children will remember Uncle's kindness for the rest of their lives."

Chen Luo smiled lightly and didn't speak. He is not a bad person. He went to support education in his previous life to help the children there change their lives. Now he can easily turn the lives of these children to a better direction. Why not do it?

The value of a person is always reflected in others.

...

North Wind Building.

"Mr. Nan, don't stutter. What exactly is Wan Amber's request, you tell me..."

Nanyuanxi paused for a long time this time, and the ears of those who said Mr. Wen were sore, and only then did a gentleman complain.

Nan Yuanxi laughed a little: "Have a habit, get used to it. Uncle has only one request, that is, after you get the manuscript, you can't finish it all at once!"

"What do you mean by that?" Sang Luo asked.

Nan Yuanxi replied: "What Uncle means is that we come up with a charter to divide one of Uncle's articles into six paragraphs uniformly, and say one paragraph every day. The date of publication is the first paragraph, and so on. By the end of the sixth paragraph, it happened to be followed by the next issue of the next day's Xinbao."

"Then there are customers who don't like listening to it, why don't they just buy the new newspaper?" You said Mr. Wen.

Nan Yuanxi glared at him angrily: "Uncle's original intention is to sell new newspapers, are you coaxing you to say that uncle's new newspapers won't be sold?"

When Mr. Wen said that, he blushed and shut his mouth quickly.

Nan Yuanxi continued: "Don't be anxious, everyone. Uncle's initial price for the new newspaper is five cents a piece, which is equivalent to five hundred coins in copper coins. Not everyone is willing to do so."

"Furthermore, the articles are all written in elegant script, how can ordinary people understand them? Why don't we rely on us to speak?"

"Finally, uncle said, I hope we can tell the story more vividly. Uncle said this is called storytelling! Also, look..."

Nanyuan Xi took out a square wooden block from his bosom, about the size of a palm, made of ebony.

"What is this?" Sang Luo narrowed his eyes, "It looks like a gavel used by the head of the yamen."

"Mr. Sang's eyes. This thing, my uncle gave it the name Xingmu. Every time the opening, turning point, and ending, I use this tree to wake up everyone. Please listen..."

As he spoke, Nanyuan Xi patted Xingmu Chao's words, and a crisp sound echoed throughout the Beifeng Building.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful!" Sang Luo's eyes lit up, and he went forward to take the Xingmu from Nanyuan Xi's hand, rubbed it in his hand, and couldn't put it down, "The sound of this wood can make people concentrate and look sideways, it's really wonderful."

Nan Yuanxi smiled, and said, "Uncle has another suggestion..."

"What suggestion?" Sang Luo asked hastily.

"Uncle said, it's best to wake up every time you finish talking about a day's paragraph, and say, 'Foretell what will happen next, and listen to the next chapter to break it down'!"

Everyone said that Mr. Wen was taken aback for a moment, and then made up the picture in his head, and couldn't help laughing——

"Uncle is really talented! Hahahaha..."

...

"Next, just wait for the news from Nanyuanxi." In the carriage, Chen Luo stretched himself. According to the plan, as long as the social commentary section is sorted out at Nanyuan Xi, and the college has its own printing workshop, the edition can be opened and printed, and then the students will copy "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes", and the new newspaper will be completed.

The next step is to hand it over to the own newsboy team, selling newspapers all over the streets and alleys!

Then Dai Zong can also be resurrected.

And myself, lying at home, waiting for a small amount of money... no, waiting for the mortal qi to gather again, and then I can start the second Realm of the mortal world——the cultivation of the qi-nourishing realm.

According to the information from Tongtian Road, when you reach the Qi Cultivation Condition, you can release the Red Dust Qi to injure the enemy.

Fist style? Sword Qi? Dao Gang?

Chen Luo felt very excited just thinking about it, he glanced at Ji Zhong who was sitting beside him, um, let's compete with him again then.

"However, it's time to think about bringing Chen Xuan here..." Chen Luo thought for a while, one thing happened after another in the past two days, and finally he felt refreshed now, and it was time to put this matter on the agenda.

Thinking of Chen Xuan, Chen Luo thought of her eyes again.

"Bone Bone Pill!"

Chen Luo lifted the curtain of the car and said to the groom driving the carriage, "Turn around and go to Wanbaolou."

...

Wan'an County.

"Miss, miss..." Xiaohuan rushed into Chen Xuan's room like a gust of wind, and took a breath: "Uncle Ping said that the land outside the city has been arranged, and the shops in the county have also been rented out. Wait Young Master has made arrangements in the capital, and we can set off."

Chen Xuan smiled, and pushed the tea in hand forward: "Talk slowly, don't worry."

"Yeah." Xiaohuan picked up the tea and took a sip, "Cai Zhi County also has new news about Young Master..."

"What news?" Chen Xuan became anxious instantly, "Stop drinking, tell me first."

Xiaohuan pouted, put down the cup, and continued: "Cai Zhixian said that the Young Master worshiped a semi-saint Master. But Cai Zhixian's tone was so strange when he said it, and he muttered about the little master..."

"By the way, Cai Zhixian also said that Young Master seems to have written an article that made everyone in an academy advance. But I heard that it was about women in brothels. Miss, you should take good care of Young Master after you go to the capital. I heard from Tweety from the Liu Mansion that their Young Master went to the brothel every day and wanted to do that to her...scared her to death!"

"There's no limit to what you're talking about." Chen Xuan snorted softly, "Can that prodigal son of the Liu family compare with Luo Er? There is no article about a brothel that can make a Confucian scholar advance. I think he wrote a good essay. "

"But Miss, in case..."

"Okay, okay, you go to your business, let me be quiet for a while."

Xiaohuan curled her lips and ran out.

"Alas..." Chen Xuan sighed, "I need to be quiet, I don't even know how to face Luo Er."

Chen Xuan fiddled with the pearl hairpin in her hand, thinking about it, and suddenly became annoyed: "I know how to write brothel poems... I should take care of it. She is young, and she is an uncle, and she is still in a prosperous place like Zhongjing. place, what if the body is hollowed out?"

"I still have to go to the capital!"

Chen Xuan put down the pearl hairpin in her hand, because she lost her vision, her spirit seemed to be clearer.

Over the past few days, some memories that she had somehow forgotten resurfaced in her mind.

Among them, there is a passage from eighteen years ago.

The father with a vague face in his memory put a baby in swaddling in front of her.

"Xuan'er, look at this doll, do you want him to be your husband-in-law, or Little Brother?"

The delicate-faced little girl glanced at the infant child, and said with disgust: "What is a husband? He is so young, he must be Little Brother."

Hearing this sentence, the child burst into tears.

...

Chen Xuan suddenly remembered the scene of Chen Luo breaking into her room when she was taking a shower, and her face blushed.

"After so many years, why can't I remember this thing?"

"How did that little person suddenly grow up so big?"

"Since I have been my sister for nineteen years, let's continue to be her..."