"Hahaha, how could the boy be the one who reported military affairs? Can you stand the fatigue of the carriage and horse with no means of your power?"

In the crowd, suddenly one person burst into laughter.

Looking at the scholars, they were an old farmer with a long hair and a young face. At this time, he was carrying a medicine basket and laughing happily, as if he had heard a huge joke.

When the scholar heard this, he immediately said angrily: "You old man, are you mocking us?"

The old man waved his hand, "I have only different opinions on offending, offending, and the notice said that he would recruit people who can read and write.

He did not require fame and fortune, but it means that this matter requires literacy. From this point of view, it must be something similar to reading a notice at the gate of this city."

When everyone heard this, they nodded frequently, and the scholar also said, "It's reasonable."

In the Great Yu Kingdom, once the notice is posted, there will be a servant who specifically reads the contents of the notice to the people.

"If this is the case, is it too useless? We have been studying poetry and books hard for more than ten years?" said another scholar.

"Yes, this is too overused."

"It's just a newspaper boy, but the chief minister can consider it."

“…”

Everyone was talking about it, and the old man shook his head and sighed. These scholars were all very optimistic and low. It was because of this high or low that many scholars ended up doing nothing and were poor all their lives.

That's how he realized this truth until now fifty-five, but it was too late to regret it.

"If you don't go, I'll go!" The old man walked to the notice and wrote down his name in front of the officer in charge of the notice.

The chief secretary thought he was too old and had no chance, but this newspaper boy was just a job that made money and wasted. It was better than going up the mountain to collect herbs.

"Hey, you're an old man, are you literate?" someone shouted.

Someone looked at the old man carefully and suddenly laughed: "Who did I say it is? It turned out to be the old scholar Fan Zeng. It is said that he took the imperial examination every year and has not had any fame yet."

"This is at least a 60-year-old, and it's really useless."

"Bah, I had the face to laugh at us just now." The scholar took the opportunity to fight back.

Fan Zeng's rosy face turned redder because of his anger, but he sighed in the end and silently carried the medicine basket and walked home.

When he returned to his home in Ankangfang, Fan Zeng threw the medicine basket to the ground, "Hmph, wait, even if you get eighty years old, I will get a good fortune."

At this time, an old woman walked out and saw the medicinal herbs sprinkled all over the floor, cursing: "Your mother's smear, why did this medicinal herbs be thrown on the floor? I still hope to exchange money for rice, old things."

The old woman is Fan Zeng's first wife. He heard this and said angrily: "I won't go to collect herbs tomorrow, I will be a newspaper boy."

The old woman was even more angry and cursed a few more words, saying, "Don't you go to collect herbs, drink the northwest wind? What is the news boy? You have white head and yellow teeth. You don't want you to pick up feces!"

"You...humph, my wife's opinion, although I don't understand what a newspaper boy is? But the notice said that you can just read the text and write, and you can spend one tael of silver a month." Fan Zeng said.

"One or two silver." The old woman's eyes lit up.

When Fan Zeng was young, he was poor and had no fame. He could only find a stingy household in the famous villages to be his wife. He was very weak in character and was often scolded at home.

"Yes, it's one or two." Fan Zeng said.

One tael of silver a month is enough for their family to live in food and clothing.

The old woman's eyes turned, "Then you go, it's not in vain that you have been studying poetry and books for so many years, but if you can't get it, you can go and collect herbs honestly."

Fan Zeng was still a little guilty, but now he felt more and more that his physical strength could not support him to go up the mountain to collect herbs.

The family was in a difficult situation, and his son was also studying to prepare for this year's imperial examination. However, the money he went to Chang'an was a problem. Thinking of this, he thought that he wanted to give up his face and wanted to go and have a look.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly had dinner in the evening and went to the governor's office before dawn the next day. At this time, he was the first to arrive.

Although many scholars despised newspaper boys yesterday, as he thought, many scholars came today.

He was a veteran and knew that these young scholars wanted to be very proud of their face. Even if they had different ideas in their hearts, they still had to agree, but if they thought about it carefully, they could still figure it out.

After waiting for an hour, a sound of horse hooves suddenly woke up the sleepy Fan Zeng. He raised his head and saw a handsome young man wearing a brocade robe and a jade pendant riding on the horse.

The young man followed two guards with a fierce look, looking like a veteran who had experienced many battles.

"His Royal Highness of the King of Qi."

"That's right, it's His Highness, King Qi."

“…”

Some scholars recognized Xiao Ming and talked to each other.

Fan Zeng was stunned and felt extremely nervous. The story of reporting on the boys was reported by the King of Qi himself, which seemed to be an extremely important position. He suddenly felt that he had no hope.

Seeing that the King of Qi arrived in front of him, the scholar waiting in front of the Governor's Office bowed excitedly and shouted in unison: "See Your Highness, Your Highness,"

Xiao Ming got off the horse and said to everyone in front of the governor's office: "Don't give me a gift. If you can come today, it is your trust in me. Please come with me."

Xiao Ming was still very happy to see so many people coming to apply for the election, which shows that Qingzhou still has some talent reserves, so it can at least be used urgently.

Everyone followed Xiao Ming into the Governor's Mansion. At this time, Pang Yukun also arrived. He and Xiao Ming and his lord sat down.

At this time, Xiao Ming said, "First of all, I will tell you what a report boy is?"

After sitting down, Xiao Ming went straight to the point. He never liked to talk nonsense and said bluntly: "When talking about newspaper boys, you have to mention newspapers..."

Facing the more than 200 people who came to apply for the recruitment, Xiao Ming explained that in modern times, newspaper boys are children who deliver newspapers, and Xiao Ming is extended here to those who deliver newspapers and read newspapers.

While saying that, Xiao Ming took out a newspaper, which was the first newspaper printed by the Equipment Corporation overnight.

"This is the newspaper, you can circulate it." Xiao Ming was stunned for a moment when the newspaper was the closest to him, because this was an old man with gray hair.

The old man obviously noticed Xiao Ming's surprised expression, and immediately lowered his head, instead focused on reading the newspaper, shaking his head and reading it.

Pang Yukun also noticed the old man at this time, but when Fan Zeng read out the text, he nodded in appreciation and said to Xiao Ming: "It's the words are just a straight voice, but this age..."

When Fan Zeng heard the discussion about him, he immediately raised his ears.

Xiao Ming smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang met King Wen at 80, Lian Po is old, can you still eat? I think it's okay."
Chapter completed!