Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 73

It was a rainy and windy night.

In the early morning, Zhongjing was densely humid, and a few crystal dewdrops dripped from the tips of the leaves and into the backs of pedestrians’ necks.

　　The whole street is already a lively scene. Those who go to work, those who go to school, those who wake up early, and those who played all night the previous night and went home with dark circles under their eyes, all bumped into each other.

　　Amidst this crowd, several carriages swayed to a stop at the intersection, the curtains were lifted, and a few children ran down from each carriage. The children were dressed in eccentric yet serious clothes, with a leather cap and a large cloth pocket slanted across. Both the cloth pockets and the clothes are embroidered with the word “Chen” in red.

　　The children lined up in several queues, took a thick stack of papers from the driver, and stuffed them into their cloth pockets. Under the watchful eyes of the driver, they separated into several groups and ran towards the place where the crowd gathered the most, singing songs with children’s voices as they ran.

　　”La-la-la, la-la-la, I’m a little connoisseur of newspaper sales. I run around the streets in heavy wind and rain, screaming as I run. Today’s people’s newspaper is really good, and I sell a newspaper for five cents…”

　　Almost at the same time, the same ballads sounded in the most prosperous streets of the morning market in Zhongjing City. The Zhongjing City, which was originally full of market well-being, has actually bee a little more alive…

　　…

　　All major academies in Zhongjing.

　　Yesterday, the students who transcribed their articles walked out of the academy one after another. Each of them carried a thick stack of newspapers and went directly to the stall selling “Wenbao” in Wenchang Pavilion.

　　”Diefei, why are we going to Beiqing Street? It’s so far…” Liu Mengrui hugged the newspaper she just brought, supported her chest, and followed behind Cheng Diefei.

　　”No matter how far it is, someone will have to go.” Cheng Diefei replied, she would not tell Liu Mengrui that it was the nearest sales point to Qing’anfang, and that maybe the Lord of Wan An would e and take a look.

　　”It would be great if I could chat with the Lord of Wan An.” Cheng Diefei thought to herself.

　　…

　　Beifeng Tower.

　　Today’s Beifeng Tower is not what it used to be. In just a few days, it has already spread like a myth in Zhongjing City. The people who came specially for the ‘wake up early’ almost broke the gate, and the signboard that it was full of people was hung outside the gate early, but there were still people trying to break in.

　　In particular, it can be clearly seen that many Confucian scholars have also joined the ranks of wanting to hear the ‘wake up early’.

　　It must be known that in the past, these Confucian scholars had their own literary associations, and they would never crowd with ordinary people in the market. At this moment, they huddled in a row without being polite, squatting on the ground and eating their own breakfast, staring straight at the narrating podium.

　　”Damn, we let Zheliu Academy take the lead. If Mr. Nan went to our academy to speak “Du Shiniang” first instead, I would definitely have already been promoted!” A scholar took a bite of the oil cake, wiped the grease on his mouth, and said angrily.

　　”Brother Wen, don’t plain, I heard the same thing today,” another Confucian scholar advised.

　　”The two of you, just treasure what you have. I heard that the eight major academies in Zhongjing have all issued letters of appointment to Mr. Nan. It’s not clear how long Mr. Nan will stay in Beifeng Tower. It’s already good that we, the students of the small academies, can still hear it now..”

　　”Didn’t Wenchang Pavilion say that it will be popularized?”

　　”That will always take time! Besides, what if it’s not as good as what Mr. Nan said?”

　　Several Confucian scholars were discussing, when there was suddenly a loud noise that resounded in Beifeng Tower. On the platform, the door curtain was opened, and Nan Yuanxi, who was full of spring aura, strode out inside from the outside and gave a group bow to the four directions.

　　”Everyone, good morning!” Nan Yuanxi said with a smile, full of energy.

　　”I know that most of you are here today for the article “Lady Du Angrily Sinks Her Treasure Chest”, but today, Nan Sheng has other arrangements!”

　　As soon as Nan Yuanxi said these words, the audience instantly became noisy.

　　”Mr. Nan, this can’t be done! I just want to hear “Du Shiniang”, just narrate it.”

　　”Yes, Mr. Nan, we won’t listen to anything else you will say. We just want to listen to “Du Shiniang”! “

　　”Mr. Nan, I’m a student of Buhui Academy, and I made a special trip to ask Mr. Nan to open his golden mouth and talk about “Du Shiniang”.” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”

　　…

　　Nan Yuanxi listened to the voice below and signaled everyone to be quiet. After a while, he said, “Today, Lord of Wan An’s “Daxuan People’s News” first published a strange article called “Laughing in the Wind”, Nan Sheng and every one of my  colleagues asked for the Earl’s approval to talk about this “Laughing in the Wind” for all of you.”

　　”The “Daxuan People’s News” was made by the Earl for the mon people and it will be published every seven days. It contains a summary of the articles I have narrated, and there are serialized articles of the Earl. Among them, the articles of the Earl were written by Ya Wen but it has no limitations for read-through talents.”

　　As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly forgot about “Du Shiniang”, but asked in disbelief: “Impossible? How can Yawen articles not need read-through talent?” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”

　　”However, it seems that “The Tales of Zhongkui” is also the same.”

　　”I heard from the students of Zheliu Academy that “Du Shiniang” is the same.”

　　Just when there was a lot of discussion in the audience, a crisp “snap” on the stage was heard and the wood fell.

　　Everyone was startled and looked at Nan Yuanxi again. They saw Nan Yuanxi sitting on the high platform, taking a deep breath, slowly opening his mouth, and slowly opening a picture of the rivers and lakes for everyone…

　　…

　　Purple Bamboo Building.

　　”The gentle wind is blowing the willows, and the fragrance of the flowers is intoxicating. It’s the season of spring in the southern country!”

　　Sang Luo’s vicissitudes of life sounded as if bringing everyone into the world in the story.

　　…

　　Full Moon Building.

　　”The girl in green robe lowered her head and held a wooden plate, put a cup and chopsticks in front of Lin Pingzhi and others, put three pots of wine on the table, and walked away with her head lowered, never daring to look at the guests. .”

　　”Lin Pingzhi saw that this girl had a graceful figure, but her plexion was very dark and rough, and there seemed to be many acne scars on her face, and her appearance was very ugly. But he didn’t really care much about it”

　The narrator shook his head and talked about the story he had just memorized. The people in the audience also listened silently.

　　…

　　Zuifeng House.

　　”Lin Pingzhi has never killed anyone before, and at this time his face was pletely pale with fright, and he said in a trembling voice: ‘Shi… Shi Escort Head, then… then what should we do? I originally… originally didn’t want to kill him.’”

　　The narrator talks and acts, pletely enacting the panic of Lin Pingzhi after the murder, hooking the emotions of everyone in the audience, no one knows how it will develop next.

　　…

　　Beifeng Building.

　　Nan Yuanxi talked only until the point of the agreed disconnected chapter, it was the Fuwei Security Bureau’s escort and the Escort Head who died one after another. Some people murmured that it was an evil ghost who asked for his life. Lin Pingzhi explained to his father about the moment that he mitted murder.

　　All of the Awakening Wood was heard to make a noise all at the same time, bringing out the line that made the sound of people gritting their teeth echo throughout the entire Zhongjing City.

　　 “What will happen next? Stay tuned for the next part!”

　　After saying this, Nan Yuanxi got up immediately, turned around, and left the narration podium.

　　It took a while for everyone to react, and a motion sounded.

　　”Mr. Nan, it’s not finished yet, how can you leave?”

　　”What next time? I’m going to listen now!”

　　”What is this, it has a beginning and no end, you got me excited and you’re not going to talk about it?”

　　”Tear down the Beifeng Building and capture Nan Yuanxi alive!”

　　At a time when the crowd was raging, the server who was already arranged to appease the crowd said: “Dear guests, Mr. Nan is talking about the content of the “Daxuan People’s Daily”, and the story on it is the full version…”

　　”Really? Where can I buy it?”

　　”The selling points of “Wenbao”, and newsboys singing on the street, they can be bought there.”

　　Almost in an instant, the Beifeng Building, which was full before, immediately became an empty building!

　　If someone looks down from a high altitude, they can find countless figures running out of teahouses where ‘wake up early’ are done, to quickly surround the newsboys and “Wenbao” selling points on the streets, forming individual circles…

　　…

　　Chen Luo rode the carriage and passed the sales point on Beiqing Street, and saw that the purchasers had already surrounded the small sales point on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and even the patrol officer came to maintain order.

　　A girl’s voice could be heard faintly in the crowd.

　　”Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze, five cents of silver!”

　　”This is a Yawen article. If you don’t know Yawen, don’t buy it. You can hear Mr. Wen’s story!”

　　”Watch where your hand is touching, my father is a great scholar, he’ll break your hand!”

　　Looking at the grand occasion of everyone buying newspapers, Chen Luo was silent for a moment, then tore down the sign representing “Lord of Wan An” hanging on the carriage and signaled Ji Zhong to leave.

　　…

　　The carriage drove through Zhuque Street, and the sound of gnashing teeth came in through the curtain.

　　”What a demonic barbarian, who said that the full version was published in the People’s Daily, this is only the first part!”

　　”It’s heart-wrenching! Lord of Wan An, this old man will never share the sky with you!”

　　”Shame of the literati!”

　　…

　　”Master, it seems that many people are scolding you…”

　　In the carriage, Chen Luo calmly took a sip of tea: “Let the bullets fly for a while…”

　　”Bullet? What?” Ji Zhong looked puzzled.

　　Chen Luo didn’t answer, just said: “I won’t go back to the Earl’s Mansion today, go to Sanxi Village outside the city…”