Chef Wushuang of the Three Kingdoms

In an era when there were no trains, trucks, or passenger cars, it was really impossible to use horse-drawn carriages to transport people to do these things.

Therefore, it is very difficult to promote education.

So the question is, who will sell the newspaper after it comes out?

If it is only sold to officials, then the ability of this thing to supervise is almost equivalent to no.

For example, will Liu Bei betray his teacher?

He was almost schizophrenic because of Lu Zhi's absence. If he knew something happened to his teacher, would he discuss it?It is estimated that strong pressure is the most likely.

If it's just for the scholars of this era, then newspaper supervision is definitely not enough, but if it's for ordinary people... they can't understand it either.

"Wait a minute, what is a newspaper?" Jian Yong asked in a daze.

He has been completely stupid.

The Wanshi Foundation seems to be born right in front of him, isn't it stupid?

Chapter 789 Not Feeling Well

"There is only one stone in the world, and Fang Qianhe monopolizes the three!"

After walking out of the gate, Jian Yong looked back at the mansion where the lights were still on, and shivered cleverly.

To be honest, what he knew about Fang Mo before was actually just a little bit, but after Fang Mo kept coming up with all kinds of new things, he began to wonder if he had no brains.

But anyone with a brain can't be like this.

There is really only a sigh left.

……

"Is it surprising?" Fang Mo sat in front of the table, turned around, pulled the girl next to him into his arms, and asked, "What do you think of my performance just now?"

This girl must be touched, but there is no need to talk about feelings, because this is a small task.

Her name is Zhang Ming, and she is a distant relative of Mrs. Zhang. When she gave it to Fang Mo, he was very considerate and seemed to want to have a child between them.

Naturally, Fang Mo would not agree to this point. He is a person, not a beast, and it is not within the scope of his understanding to attack girls directly.

However, Mrs. Zhang told him that this relationship must be maintained if he wants to ensure that everything goes smoothly in the future.

Threat?

No no no, not a threat, just a plea.

In order to calm the other party's heart, even if Fang Mo didn't want to, he still wanted to touch her.

"Ming'er doesn't know..." Zhang Ming lowered his head shyly, and two red clouds rose from the ground on his lovely face. With his head lowered, he murmured to himself, "What did Da Si Nong say? I am the concubine." What."

It seems that it is impossible to get the answer from her.

Fang Mo shook his head. After pushing the other party away, he continued to work at his desk. Next, he had to complete a lot of work, especially in the absence of Liu Bei, he had to shoulder the burden.

"Sinong, do you not like being a concubine?" Zhang Ming, who was inexplicably pleasantly surprised, now panicked and turned pale.

She didn't want to ask, but if she didn't ask, she really couldn't make up her mind, let alone see what Fang Mo was thinking.

"Oh, it has nothing to do with you." Fang Mo shook his head with a smile, and said, "I still have a lot of things to do, so you can cook some lotus seed soup for me and serve it up, thank you."

Seeing the other person's frightened cheek, there was a bit of pity and pity, but after all, he couldn't bear to be treated coldly, and replied with a smile.

After Zhang Ming heard it, he was so happy, he promised happily, and left bouncing away.

"Hey, she's still a child..." Thinking that Zhang Ming was only 15 years old, Fang Mo felt a sense of guilt.

Since when did he actually do this in order to achieve his goal?

Perhaps, it is because of this trip to Chang'an...

Many people don't know how much Fang Mo has been hit this time. Even Liu Bei probably doesn't know at all. What Fang Mo saw and heard before brought him a huge shock.

"There are hungry people all over the place, and the people's eyes are like ashes, and they have no energy..." Thinking of the scenes he saw, Fang Mo dared not think about it, and immediately threw himself into work.

In this era, many people will suffer, especially those without much ability, will suffer greatly.

But these are unlikely to be seen in Youzhou. After all, he developed this place with all his strength. Worry about food and clothing.

But elsewhere, that's not the case at all.

When he passed by Luoyang City, he saw many terrible people. From the eyes of those people, Fang Mo only saw two words.

despair!

Incomparably deep despair.

He knew that if he didn't think of a way to make Liu Bei stronger and eventually unify the world, how many terrible things these people would suffer.

What's more, when he was in Chang'an, he actually saw with his own eyes some people selling their sons and daughters to each other. That kind of scene was extremely shocking to him.

Under the influence of these things, Fang Mo started to work seriously as if he was a different person after he came back.

He couldn't help but be serious. If he wasn't serious, the road ahead might not be so easy.

……

The night is already deep.

Fang Mo stretched his waist, and when he was about to lie down and rest for a while, he suddenly smelled the very sweet smell of porridge. He turned around involuntarily, and saw a figure walking slowly with a bowl of porridge.

The other party's delicate feet are moving, his face is cautious, and his eyes will fall on the bowl from time to time, and there will be a little bit of wonderful color at the corner of his mouth, which makes people think about it after seeing it.

"Little Ming'er, do you think you live a better life than others in this world? Is it difficult for you to live?" Fang Mo leaned on the chair and asked with a look of detection.

Zhang Ming didn't realize it at first, but when she realized that the three words "Little Ming'er" were calling her, she immediately became happy: "Yeah, what Da Sinong says is whatever."

This question has not been answered.

Fang Mo knows that this is normal, because the sense of fragmentation in this era is very serious.

Many people are naked and hungry, but another group of people are constantly enjoying the glory of the entire era and leaving their own names.

Even himself is one of them.

But he knew that if it wasn't for his familiarity with history and meeting Liu Bei, he might not have walked so steadily. Maybe he would have been directly crushed to death by other people halfway.

Because he is not from a family.