After leaving Xing'an Street, that is, the royal family street, you can see Gushan in the distance. The green mountains are full of banyan trees in the city. It can be said that the mountains are beautiful and the water is moistening the world.

After leaving the gathering of powerful people, the popularity of the street market suddenly became popular. Although Fujian Road is not as rich as Jiangnan East Road and Zhejiang North Road, it is better than developed marine trade and foreign trade has also driven industry and commerce. Therefore, local wealth can rank among the top five in the entire Wei Dynasty. Fuzhou is the essence of Fujian Road, and prosperity is no problem.

There are many residences of powerful people in the city, as well as various palaces, temples, academies, tribute courtyards, military camps, and all large and small yamen. These are unique to all big cities, but there are more places in wealthy places, and the repairs are grand and grand.

The crowds are densely populated and there are many shops in the business, especially among the bustling crowds on the streets, there are many obvious foreign merchants with high noses and deep eyes. One or two out of ten people are these people. This special scene is probably unique to Quanzhou and Fuzhou.

There are many circus, miscellaneous operas, and drama teams. Walking along the street, there are many orchestras everywhere, and there are also many tea gardens that talk about and sing small operas. From time to time, there are sounds of applause.

There are countless shops in various fields. According to statistics from those who are interested, there are more than 900 shops in Fuzhou City, with tens of thousands of shops.

The residents of Zhoucheng are relatively calm and their clothes are more exquisite. They are hot in summer, and most of them are light silk shirts, some riding horses, some riding mules, or walking on donkeys. They can also walk as a cart and walk calmly under the shade of trees.

There are shops and merchants on the street, and there are porters who work hard to carry items and walk by, sweating profusely.

The vegetable farmers in the evening market are still selling along the streets to see if they can sell all the remaining vegetables at a discount.

Those who sell divination, divination, letter writing, and chess stalls all set up stalls under the shade of trees along the street, causing groups of idle people to watch the fun and gossip with their hands behind their backs.

The one who sells snacks is to pick up snack stalls and wander around.

The soup cake shop is already preparing dinner, and the aroma of food comes. The big restaurant in the distance has begun to prepare for evening guests. The three-story restaurant will light up a hundred lanterns before dark. From a distance, you can see the doors and windows open, with bright lights and green wine...

Wei Yi has lived in such an environment for a long time, but he doesn't care much about it. He remembered that the weekly newspaper will be published tomorrow. His colleagues must work overtime tonight. They have to set up the layout before midnight, so that they will relax for a day and then repeat the cycle.

When he remembered, he bought more than ten bowls of flat food on the roadside flat food load, and Wei Yi's department had only more than ten people, which was enough.

When he arrived at the third floor of the building, he took a few steps into the yard and the crowds were very busy. Wei Yi quickly entered the situation and began to get busy.

Before dark, Wei Yi suddenly remembered that there was still a flat food that had not been eaten. Seeing someone coming to his public room, he ordered: "Hot up my bowl of flat food and bring it over."

But I heard a joke and familiar voice saying, "Do you have flat food? Do you want roasted pork rice dumplings?"

As soon as Wei Yi looked up, Xu Zixian stood with his head held high under the light, and he was really carrying a string of roast pork dumplings in his hand. This is a special snack on Fujian Road, and it is also Xu Zixian and Wei Yi’s favorite thing before.

"Mingda, why did you suddenly come?"

Wei Yi was a little depressed when he passed by the Nan'an Marquis Mansion, and felt a little distorted. Unexpectedly, after an hour, his friend came unexpectedly. This was a real surprise.

"I want to send someone to invite my brother Zhang." Wei Yi smiled and said, "The three of us sleep on the same bed tonight and have a good chat."

"It's all right." Xu Zixian stopped Wei Yi, who was full of enthusiasm, and felt a sense of warmth and emotion in his heart... It's good to have friends, family, friends, and wife. This is the most important thing. With these, it's really not that important to be in what era.

He explained to Wei Yi: "I am here with Li Fengchang. I have something to do in the mansion. When I come to the mansion again in a while, we will get together again."

"If there is something wrong, forget it." Wei Yi knew that the friend in front of him was no longer the former Wuxia Ameng. Seeing Xu Zixian's appearance, there seemed to be something important. The sweat on his forehead had not yet dried. He immediately took the roast pork dumplings and said with a smile: "Since there is something wrong, why did you come to me again?"

"Is the version set tonight?" Xu Zixian took out a large envelope in his arms and said, "I wrote an essay to miss my father. If the words are acceptable, Yanke, please help me find a solution. It is best to publish it in the literary version, otherwise it would be fine if it was a social version."

"Let me see," Wei Yi Surong said: "You know, I will try my best to do it within the power and responsibility. If it really doesn't work, Mingda, don't blame me."

"No, no, no," Xu Zixian smiled and said, "Real friends are considerate of each other, not to force others. If Yanke really makes things difficult, I will never blame him. Well, if Yanke is sorry, when I come next time, I will treat me to a banquet at Feiyanlou for a meal. It's all."

"The seat of Feiyan Tower?" Wei Yi deliberately pretended to be distressed on his white and handsome face and said, "Three people can get ten thousand yuan per table. You are here to kill a pig."

Xu Zixian laughed when he saw this. The Wei Yi family had a low political status, but the family of officials and gentry for generations was nothing. Moreover, Wei Yi is now working in the weekly newspaper, and his salary is very high. Well, this pig will not be killed without killing it. I will talk about it next time I return to Fuzhou Prefecture City.

After Xu Zi left first, Wei Yi opened it up as soon as possible. At first, the fashion was not concerned, but later he looked at it, and his expression became more and more serious. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh: "Mingda was really separated for several months, and he should look at him with admiration... Well, he said that we should scrape our eyelids, which seemed to be true. Although this article only has fifteen elements and a thousand five hundred words, the words and sentences are simple and unpretentious, but in the simplicity, the more wonderful it is, the more beautiful it is, in just a few words, portraying the love of the son of the uncle Nan'an Marquis, vividly... Well, it seems that Mingda is indeed a filial son, and he still remembers some subtle things after so long."

Of course, this text can be published, but Wei Yi still can't tell whether this text is published in the social version or the literary version. This has to be read for the editor-in-chief of the weekly newspaper before it can be concluded.

...

After Xu Zi first came out of the weekly newspaper, he did not rush to go to Nan'an Marquis Mansion as soon as possible. He walked leisurely alone in the bustling street market.

He was wearing an ordinary light-colored straight body. Because he was much taller than ordinary Fujian people, many people stared at him in the streets, but what they saw was the lonely back and the image of a tall young man who was eating rice dumplings in a mess. He was quite ordinary and no one would have thought that this was a son of the royal family, a fourth-rank general of the court, and the future Marquis of Nan'an.

If Xu Zixian had been in the past, it would have been impossible for him to walk freely on the streets by himself. There must be a few generals and servants who follow him, so that the prince would not be allowed to collide with the people.

Now, unlike the past, Xu Zixian didn't mind this. His figure eliminated the coveting and temptation of many people, and he was confident enough about his skills... Although he had not entered the gate of martial arts and could not be compared with those powerful generals in the army who mastered the skill of murder, ordinary soldiers should not be able to compare with him. The thieves and scoundrels in the market are no problem.

The roasted pork dumplings tasted really good, and Xu Zi became full after eating a few times.

He was not worried that Wei Yi would not publish the short article he wrote. Xu Zi went to the other courtyard first to continue to filial piety for his father. The filial piety period ended two months ago, so there was no problem in writing articles to miss his father.

The back of famous works from later generations, the words are unrefined, but they contain the deepest feelings. Xu Zi made some modifications, such as changing his unemployed father to Qishan after the defeat, changing the original author to leaving school to Xu Zi went home first after the mutiny. Therefore, Xu Yingbin, the Marquis of Nan'an, climbed over a deep ditch to buy oranges for his beloved son. The image of integrity and kindness was vividly displayed on paper.

This article should bring a considerable positive reputation to Xu Zixian, which will make people who have criticized, dissatisfied, or even despised him before, and public opinion will change.

No one will continue to pursue a loser, so Nan'an Hou was the defensive envoy of Qizhou and the deputy commander. The defeat on the battlefield was that the officers and soldiers were not as strong as Qishan thieves. There was also an objective reason why the Fuzhou Road Pacifier Department had insufficient military pay, military equipment and other materials. Therefore, after the defeat, Nan'an Hou was only dismissed from his official position and did not endanger the position of marquis...

Xu Zi first thanked Emperor Taizu of the Great Wei Dynasty for running schools, building newspapers, mailing, building roads, and building horse-drawn carriages, which made the spread of information faster and more comprehensive, and also made public opinion a part of the constraints of power. Although newspapers may have been far away from their original intentions, political discussions are just the skin and not as good as those in their muscles. Most of them are poems and songs of love. Embroidered pillows like Xu Ziwen have become famous in major newspapers, which shows the sensation of scholars.

But no matter what, this is a relatively open era. If it was the pre-Qin and Han dynasties in Chinese history, or the strictly closed and barbaric Qing Dynasty, it would be possible for a scholar to make his name with his articles, but it would be impossible for something like a newspaper to make people famous all over the world, and even to reversal the image with an article.

Xu Zixian did not want to build himself into a literary scholar, but he wanted to turn his past and build a positive and positive image. With Wei Yi's help, this method now is really twice the result with half the effort and the best way.
Chapter completed!