After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The 20th issue of "Yunzhou Weekly" sold out instantly!

"Give me a copy of Yunzhou Weekly!"

"I want one too!"

"One thousand copies!"

The people around couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound and found that the person coming was actually one of the caravans from Kyoto.

"Why do you issue so many copies?"

"Of course I have to take it to Kyoto! The newspaper doesn't take up space, so I just need to wrap it in oil paper and I won't have to worry about anything else.

A passerby was surprised: "Kyoto is also paying attention to our Yunzhou's affairs?"

"Hehe, wherever the great general is, we, the people of Kyoto, will pay attention to him! He is indeed a great general, I wonder how many storytellers he has supported. Look, he has issued another Yunzhou-wide criticism!"

The businessman's eyes were full of stars. Who wouldn't like to read such gossip?

This issue of "Yunzhou Weekly" used an entire page to tell the whole story.

Among them, Gu Nanxi’s self-criticism title was bold and large and located in the center of the board.

In Yunzhou City, people had different opinions on this matter.

In the main hall of Geng's yard, all the neighbors were sitting there.

Those who make shoe soles, those who make Luoyang wool, those who knead dough...

His hands kept moving and he was still chattering.

"Old Lady Wang, you are really capable. You are making wool at home again." Old Lady Huang really envied Old Lady Wang for having such spirit!

Old Lady Wang carefully twisted the light wool into silk: "It took many years to get a great general in this land. I have to hurry up and save some money for my grandson."

Mrs. Wang's tone was full of longing: "In the future, I will buy a shop and do some small business. I will send my little grandson to school. If he can pass the imperial examination like Geng Silang and become a scholar, he will bring honor to the family. I will be at peace even in my grave."

At this point, Mrs. Wang wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "My disappointing and short-lived son! If he could have lived a few more years, I don't know how wonderful his life would have been!"

"Of course! Why would someone give up such a good life and make trouble all the time? I heard from the incense and candle shop owner Zhou that the general wrote a letter of apology. It was even published in the newspaper!"

Mrs. Huang was a little angry. How could such a good general write a self-criticism? !

With the encouragement of her family, Aunt Geng learned a few words and could barely read the newspaper and understand the general idea.

"The Gu family kid bullied Geerlang on the grassland. Geerlang beat up the Gu family kid. So the Gu family members were not happy about it and started fighting with the Hao Riqin tribe."

Old Lady Wang raised her head and frowned, "Why should adults interfere in the fights between children? Whose children have never fought?"

Mrs. Huang also nodded in agreement: "That's right, it's just a waste of time to implicate the general."

Aunt Geng sighed: "On the surface, it's just a fight between children, but in reality, it's the people of Yunzhou and the people of the grassland who don't get along."

"Alas. I don't want to bother with the grassland people. But the general agreed to this, and she must have her own reasons." Old Lady Huang put down the shoe sole in her hand and thought of her deceased son.

When she first learned of her son's death, she really wanted to eat the Tartar alive!

But life has to go on, and there is a little granddaughter.

This hatred is buried deep in the heart, causing great pain.

Old Lady Huang didn't understand any big principles, and she couldn't understand why Yunzhou would accept those grassland people.

But the general did it, so it must be right!

Even though her heart ached when she saw those grassland people, Old Lady Huang suppressed her hatred and turned a blind eye to them.

Old Lady Wang had already lowered her head and continued to spin the wool, humming a tune that was popular in Yunzhou City.

"Unity is strength, unity is strength. This strength is steel. This strength is iron. It is harder than iron and stronger than steel. Fire at the grassland Tartars and let them die! Towards the sun, towards the better days, towards Yunzhou, let us shine brightly!"

As the chanting continued, 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, which allows people to transform the sadness, anger and hatred in their hearts into streams of power that flow through their hearts!

……

In a small restaurant in Huaishuo Town, the air is filled with the sweet aroma of milk tea mixed with the fresh fragrance of canned fruit.

The Hu merchants sat together and exchanged information with each other.

"Yunzhou tea, loose tea is only 150 coins per pound, Jian tea is more expensive, a cake costs one coin."

"You plan to transport Jiancha? This is quite risky."

Twenty cakes make one pound.

Jian tea is tea produced in Fujian. The official selling price of the Great Zhou Dynasty is 9,000 coins per cake. In the past, it was sold at the border for 1.5 coins.

"Let me take another look. I see there are a lot of good things in Yunzhou. This canned fruit is pretty good."

"You don't have to worry about that. One third of the canned fruit has been sold before it leaves Shuozhou, and the rest can be eaten by Kyoto."

The Hu merchants drank milk tea and ate hot pot provided by the store. They were sweating profusely and took off their outer robes one by one. Those who were hot-tempered even went shirtless.

"I have to say, this kang is really good! It's snowing heavily outside, but it's warm as spring inside the house."

Another Hu merchant picked up a piece of mutton, dipped it in the hot pot, and stuffed it into his mouth: "Delicious! Shopkeeper, read today's Yunzhou Evening News to us!"

Hu Shang handed the newspaper to the shopkeeper.

The shop owner immediately called his son who had just returned from school.

Hu Shang looked at the boy who was just taller than the table and asked doubtfully, "Can you read?"

The shopkeeper smiled with a hint of pride: "Yes! I ranked first in the elementary school department of Baichuan Academy! I was rewarded with a lot of things when I came back this semester."

Hu Shang clicked his tongue: "Only in Yunzhou, it's okay to study for free, but if you study well, you can even get prizes."

My friend teased me, "Why don't you follow the example of the grassland people and join 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."

As he spoke, Hu Shang nodded his chin towards the boy, indicating that he should read the newspaper.

The tender voices of children echoed in the small restaurant.

The restaurant, which was originally bustling, suddenly became quiet without anyone noticing.

After the boy finished reading, everyone came back to their senses and expressed their opinions on the news they had just heard.

"I've said it before, those who are not of my race must have different hearts! These grassland people are ungrateful and will repay kindness with enmity!" The speaker was a man with a long scar on his face.

His companion at the same table advised: "These are people from the Hao Ri Qin Qin tribe. I have dealt with them before. Unlike the Tartars, they have never gone south."

"Humph!"

"Stop arguing. I think the song at the back of the newspaper is quite interesting. It sounds really exciting!"

Regardless of their opinions, everyone admires Gu Nanxi.

"Responsible!"

"Following such a person, I feel at ease!"

Hu Shang became more and more excited.