"Qingzhou Daily, Qingzhou Daily, Qingzhou Textile Factory recruits female workers, one tael of silver a month!"

The rising sun was rising, and in the cold weather, the sound of newspaper boys appeared in the streets and alleys of Qingzhou early in the morning.

As newspapers were gradually accepted by the people in Qingzhou, some scholars with extra money also developed the habit of reading newspapers.

Moreover, the prices of newspapers have been falling again and again. Now it is not painful to buy a newspaper. Some people even buy newspapers and take them back for children who are studying to read them.

"The textile workshop recruits female workers, one tael of silver per month. Did I hear it wrong?"

An old man wearing a shabby cotton jacket said to himself.

Then he quickly walked towards the newspaper boy selling the newspaper and asked, "Baby, are you talking about it true?"

The newspaper boy's face turned red with cold, and his eyes turned around and said, "I'll tell you if you buy a newspaper."

"You guy, do you want to buy a newspaper if you ask?" The old man tightened the three copper plates in his hand. This was the money he bought for rice.

In Qingzhou, where newspapers are becoming more and more popular, the number of newspaper boys is gradually increasing. Now the competition among newspaper boys is fierce. After all, everyone wants to sell one more newspaper.

The newspaper boy endured the severe cold, and naturally he didn't want to talk too much. He said, "Of course, this is the content in the newspaper. If I told you all, I can't sell this newspaper. My father-in-law, do you want it? If you don't want it, I'll leave."

"Wait, wait, I'll buy it, how much does it cost?" said the father-in-law.

"Three cents." said the newspaper boy.

"So expensive." The father-in-law's dark callous hand held the copper plate in his hand tighter.

"It's not expensive, it's only two taels of meters, and a steamed bun." The newspaper boy's eyes lit up, and then he looked at the old man and asked, "Brother-in-law, you're not a local person in your accent."

The old man showed a vigilant look when he heard this. He was indeed not a native of Qingzhou, but a refugee from Huazhou. Because the land was occupied by the powerful, the powerful wanted to steal his daughter and go back to be a concubine. His son then indignantly killed the powerful and was wanted by the local government office.

There was no way, so he escaped from Huazhou. On the way, he heard that there was no powerful man in Qingzhou, so he brought his family here.

Because many powerful people are connected, they are afraid that they will continue to be hunted after escaping to another place.

So after evaluating, he gritted his teeth and took his family for 400 miles to Qingzhou. At this time, his money was spent, leaving only three cents.

Now the whole family is waiting for the three cents to buy rice for dinner.

Holding the triple copper plate tightly, the old man hesitated for a moment, suddenly grabbed the newspaper in the hand of the newspaper boy, and ran away.

The newspaper boy was only nine years old. The old man was so shocked that he was stunned. He came to his senses. The newspaper boy suddenly screamed, "Catch him, someone robs my newspaper, grab that old man."

Newspapers who can sell newspapers on the streets of Qingzhou are a bit smarter. How can they suffer losses at this time and chase them closely?

Many passers-by looked over at this time. After learning that the newspaper boy was robbed, some people in Qingzhou immediately chased him.

The old man ran away desperately with the newspaper. His son used to be a book boy in a wealthy family, and he could read the newspaper when he took it back.

Now they have no work to go to Qingzhou, where can I find a one-two-dollar silver job this month?

While turning around, he ran, suddenly, the old man felt something in front of him. Turning his head, he saw a horse getting closer and closer to him.

"Ah!" With a scream, the old man fell down and collided with the horse in front of him.

Immediately, a young man wearing a cotton jacket looked depressed, but it was Xiao Ming.

He was about to go to the military workshop to arrange the delivery of artillery to Chang'an, but unexpectedly an old man rushed towards him.

Zhao Long and Zhao Hu were startled, took off their swords and walked over.

The old man raised his head at this time and saw the shaking saber, he was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, thinking that he was finished.

The newspaper boy also chased after him at this time. When he saw Xiao Ming, he immediately bowed and said, "Caomins, please see Your Highness."

Xiao Ming frowned and saw many people chasing the old man, asking, "What's going on?"

"Go back to Your Highness, this old man stole the newspaper of the grass-roots." The newspaper boy's voice was filled with tenderness.

Xiao Ming immediately laughed. It was the first time he heard someone robbed newspapers in Qingzhou City. He said to Zhao Long: "Leave it to the government office for disposal."

After saying that, he continued to go to the military workshop.

At this time, the old man suddenly kowtowed to him and cried, "Good luck, old man, I have no choice but to starve to death from my family. I just heard that the textile workshop recruits female workers, and I think my granddaughter can go there, but I can't bear to buy rice in my hand, so I will do this. Good luck."

Hearing this, Xiao Ming tied the reins and said strangely: "This year, Qingzhou is a good harvest, how could your family still have no rice to put into the pot?"

Then Xiao Ming suddenly felt that the person's accent was not the Qingzhou accent, so he asked: "Are you not from Qingzhou? Where is your household registration?"

The old man was afraid that others would mention this matter and tremble all over.

At this time, Zhao Long said angrily: "I haven't come from the real thing."

The old man had no choice but to say, "I'm from Huazhou."

"Huazhou native." Xiao Ming frowned. This Huazhou is near modern Zhengzhou. He asked, "Then why are you here?"

Zhao Long suddenly rang something at this time and said, "Your Highness, the government office received a warrant from Huazhou a few days ago, asking the Qingzhou government office to help arrest the family of five, and the portraits were sent together."

As soon as these words came out, the old man looked as if he was ashamed. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect to escape from the arrest when I escaped to Qingzhou."

Xiao Ming ignored Zhao Long and asked, "Why are your family of five arrested?"

The old man sighed bitterly, now he had no choice but to escape, so he told his situation.

After saying that, Zhao Long suddenly looked ashamed and said, "So that's it. If this is the case, this arrest warrant is ridiculous."

Xiao Ming said at this time: "You go to the government office to verify this with Zhan Xingchang. If what the old man said is true, let him go. If he is innocent, he will be properly placed."

Zhao Long nodded.

Turning his head, Xiao Ming said to the old man: "If it is true as my father-in-law said, this arrest warrant is a piece of waste paper in Qingzhou, so my father-in-law doesn't have to worry."

When the old man heard this, he was overjoyed, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The newspaper boy also showed a sympathetic look at this time and said, "Brother-in-law, why didn't you say it earlier? I'll give you this newspaper. But you don't have to worry. Our Qingzhou accepts refugees, and refugees who have lived in Qingzhou for two years can obtain Qingzhou household registration. With the household registration, you can obtain land."

The old man looked incredible and said to himself, "Is this true?"
Chapter completed!