When it's just getting dark, I'm thirsty

Old Xu took the thick envelope from the lotus officer, walked out of the alley with brisk steps, thanked the vendor opposite who was helping to look after him, pulled up the rickshaw and ran towards Zijin Street in the east of the city.

In fact, it is just to deliver a letter, and there is no need to take a rickshaw along.

But Lao Xu was an honest man. He received such a generous monthly salary from his boss, but he only took the bus every now and then. He always felt that he was not at ease, so every time he sent a letter, he simply took the rickshaw on the road together. I was a little tired.

But it makes my heart feel a lot lighter.

Although there was no one in the car, he still tried to keep calm and ran at a steady speed against the gradually brightening morning light.

Half an hour later, the rickshaw was placed in front of the corner gate of Xue Mansion. Old Xu took a towel and carefully wiped his hands and sweat off his forehead. Then he took out the letter from the secret compartment under the seat of the rickshaw, stepped forward and clicked the button in a familiar manner.

door.

Just after knocking twice, the black door was half-opened. As he walked out of the Xue Mansion, he opened his palms towards Lao Xu.

Lao Xu didn't say much and handed the letter directly to him.

The man knew that he was a dull man, so he just said: "It will be at this time tomorrow morning. Come and get the reply."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the house.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Lao Xu walked back home without any haste.

And just when he turned around, a rickshaw quietly emerged from an alley not far away. The driver was a strong and muscular man, and sitting in the car was a man in simple clothes and a felt hat.

young man.

"Follow up..."

The young man was about to give orders when he suddenly saw Lao Xu running not far away and stopped in front of a stall. He quickly changed his words: "Get back, get back quickly, don't disturb the rickshaw."

The driver, who was about to take a step forward, curled his lips when he heard this, then turned around and pushed the car back into the alley.

After the car was parked, the driver peered out a few times, then turned back and said, "Young Master, that man just ordered some food, I guess he has to wait for a while."

"Um."

The boy in the felt hat in the car nodded slightly and lowered the brim of his hat.

This young man is none other than Xue Biao, who has not been seen for a long time.

Xue Baochai became suspicious at the funeral and wanted to find out Lin Daiyu's background, but was worried about disturbing the situation, so he entrusted the matter to the always capable Xue Bian.

Xue Biao inquired about the person who delivered the message. Every time he pulled a rickshaw to the door, he was a little confused. Use the horse-drawn carriage to follow him. If he follows behind slowly, it will inevitably arouse suspicion. If he follows with his legs, the other party will pull him when the time comes.

When the car starts running, do you want to follow suit? Isn’t this running more eye-catching?

So he had to rent a rickshaw temporarily - it's not like he never thought about buying one, but no one in the family except Baochai and Ying'er had ever played with this thing, so it would be a big mistake if something went wrong.

thirsty

Because he was hired on a temporary basis, in order to avoid revealing unnecessary information, Xue Biao deliberately adopted a cold attitude.

But the coachman didn't have this consciousness. He leaned forward with a shy face and said: "You look like a literate master. You are also idle when you are idle. Do you want to come and distribute newspapers? I heard that today

There is big news in the newspaper, and if you read it, you may have a chance to become an official!"

Xue Biao originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but he couldn't stand the coachman's endless chatter, so he had to spend some money and buy a copy of the "Youxi Daily" which he had never heard of.

When I spread out the newspaper, the first thing that caught my eye were two huge bold words: Shock!

Further down, the slightly smaller subtitle is: Will those who have repeatedly failed to succeed in success be able to enter officialdom and reach the pinnacle of life?

This was the first time Xue Biao saw such a headline. He had just heard the coachman say that he would have the opportunity to become an official after reading it. He thought he was just talking nonsense to coax him to buy the newspaper.

But looking at the title, it doesn’t seem to be the case. Thirst

He became slightly more interested and continued reading:

This newspaper has learned that the New Confucian school is sincerely recruiting talents from all walks of life. Those who have failed in many trials, such as scholars, scholars, and even young students, as long as they are willing to change their minds and join the New Confucian school, can inherit the influence of His Majesty’s New Deal and start the pioneering work of Gongxue.

The east wind transcends the pain of the imperial examination and rises to the heights of the temple!

Friend, what are you waiting for?!

Why not quickly put down the old old books in your hands and come to the Jiangxi Guild Hall to participate in this grand event together!

Level 5, Level 6, Level 7, Level 8, first come first served, lots of opportunities!

Xue Biao: "..."

What the hell is this?! Thirsty

Xue Biao's first thought after reading it was: No one without a little bit of trouble in their brains would be able to write something like this.

But after the initial sense of absurdity passed, and I thought about it more deeply, it seemed that this article was not entirely groundless.

Mr. Wang Zhe and Wang Ge were from Jiangxi, so it was not a strange thing for the New Confucian school to choose the Jiangxi Guild Hall to recruit talented people.

And as long as the New Confucian school can replace engineering and become the emperor's new favorite, it seems that the promotion of officials and nobility in the future will also be sorted out - even Jiao Shun, who was born as a domestic slave, can make sacrificial wine, and those who have failed to succeed in the promotion of talents and scholars will always be regarded as inferior.

Can't it be worse than him?

However, whether this kind of thing can be done or not can be said, and if it is publicized in such a public way, I'm afraid...

Xue Biao was staring at the newspaper, frowning and thinking, when he suddenly heard the coachman say: "Young Master, that man is leaving. Sit tight and we will follow him right now!"

With that said, he pulled up the rickshaw and rushed out of the alley. Thirsty

Xue Biao hurriedly folded the newspaper and put it close to his body, then held it twice to steady himself.

The two rickshaws left Zijin Street one after another, and then rushed to Xizhimen while looking at Lao Xu in front of them.

Arriving outside Xizhimen, Lao Xu turned into a large courtyard without stopping.

Xue Biao looked inside for a few times and was wondering how Lin Daiyu ended up in such a mess. Suddenly she heard the hired coachman say: "Young Master, this is another car factory. It's not convenient for us to go in. How about you?"

Own……"

"There's no rush."

Xue Biao hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Wait and see when he comes out."

He couldn't believe that a woman like Lin Daiyu would live in such a mixed place. Now that he heard that it was a car factory, he confirmed his suspicion.

Since Lin Daiyu is not here, no matter what the driver is doing there, it is best not to rush to alert the enemy.

So the rickshaw stopped far across the road again. Xue Biao asked the driver to keep an eye on the rickshaw, then picked up the newspaper and began to speculate again.

Not to mention, he also discovered another advantage of this newspaper, that is, it can block other people's prying eyes better than the brim of a hat, and it doesn't look as suspicious as a big-brimmed hat.

Immersed in trying to figure out the hidden factional strife behind the newspapers, time passed quickly. It was not until the impatient muttering of the coachman interrupted Xue Biao's train of thought that he realized that he had been waiting for nearly three quarters of an hour.

.

It’s been so long and it hasn’t come out yet, so we can’t wait any longer, right?

Xue Biao hesitated for a moment, then asked the coachman to wait here. Pretending to be a customer who wanted to hire a car, he quietly approached the garage.

Just a dozen steps into the door, a waiter came up to greet me. I was thirsty.

Xue Biao used the improvised words to prevaricate, while looking around furtively.

When he confirmed that there was no sign of Old Xu and the rickshaw in the depot, and found that there was a back door to the depot, he immediately stopped caring about pretending to be a customer, took out a piece of loose silver and threw it to the guy, pointing to the back door and asking

: "I saw a rickshaw of a different color coming in earlier. Did it leave through the back door again?"

"A different color rickshaw?"

The man couldn't help but be overjoyed when he got the reward. He hurriedly put it into his sleeve and said with a smile: "I didn't stay here just now - please be patient, I'll ask you about it right now!"

After saying that, he trotted to find someone else to confirm.

Not long after, he turned back and confirmed: "There was an outside rickshaw. When it came in, it said it was the wrong way. After a few words of apology, it hurriedly left through the back door."

"You left then?"

"Anyway, I heard it didn't stop much."

Too careless!

Hearing this, Xue Pan didn't know that he had missed his whereabouts. He felt full of regret and didn't know how to explain to his cousin when he went back. Yesterday, when he handed over this errand to him, his cousin warned him a lot.

He told me that I would rather lose him than to alert him.

I promised well at that time, who could have imagined...

Mainly because I didn't expect that a messenger driver would be so vigilant - didn't that mean that Miss Lin was helpless? Where did she find such a person?

Hammerhead walked out of the depot dejectedly and saw the driver he had hired driving a few passers-by while selling newspapers with foam at the mouth.

I really don’t know how much benefit this newspaper has given him, and it is worth his efforts.

Seeing that the 'owner' was back, the coachman angrily let the passers-by go, turned around and smiled apologetically at Xue Biao and explained: "Young Master is laughing at me. This newspaper just came to our car factory, saying that he wanted to break into it first."

To gain fame, we won’t charge a penny for the first two installments, and we will only share with the car manufacturer a 30-70 share of the sales.”

To gain fame?

Not charging a penny?

Now Xue Biao became more and more sure that this newspaper had evil intentions, but they did have the foresight to find rickshaws to help sell newspapers. Although rickshaws are much cheaper than horse-drawn carriages, they are not affordable for ordinary people, and most of the passengers

They all have a small fortune and a relatively high literacy rate, so it can be considered a precise investment.

However, he was not in the mood to think about it anymore. He got back on the rickshaw and returned to Zijin Street with a sad look on his face.

When he got home, Xue Biao got out of the car and handed over two taels of silver and said, "I don't need a rickshaw here anymore. You can go back first."

The coachman was immediately overjoyed. It was agreed that it would be a one-day guarantee, and the money for the carriage had already been paid. Now, not to mention the reward, he could continue to do the work. Isn't it a good thing to kill three birds with one stone?

I would like to thank Xue Zhu very much now.

Xue Biao waved his hands and was about to return to the house when he suddenly heard a harsh whistle.

This movement is now the most familiar to people in the capital. Turning around to look, it turned out that several businessmen were running towards this direction while blowing the whistle.

Seeing Xue Biao and the coachman looking at him, the leader raised his finger and pointed at the two of them and said, "Stop, don't move!"

Xue Biao was naturally not afraid, but he suspected that this had something to do with the coachman who had escaped from his shell. Just when he was hesitating whether to wait and see what happened or to reveal his identity directly, he saw the few servants rushing towards the carriage like wolves and tigers, and easily jumped out of their seats.

A large pile of newspapers was pulled out from underneath.

"Hmph~"

The leading official raised his head and asked: "Who is the coachman?"

In fact, there is no need to ask, his eyes have already made a choice, after all, Xue Biao's temperament does not look like a coolie.

"Good Lord."

The coachman nodded and bowed with a smile and said, "What's going on? We are honest people who abide by the law. We don't dare to do anything that has anything to do with Wang Fa..."

"Young special lady is talking nonsense to me!"

The chief official impatiently patted the newspaper and glared: "These newspapers have never been registered with the General Affairs Department, and they are full of nonsense. If you sell them, you are breaking the king's law!"

The coachman was stunned when he heard this, and immediately called out to Chong Tianqu: "My lord, look at me, I don't know how to read, how do you know whether what is written on it is true or false? Besides, this is also issued by the car factory.

, it has nothing to do with me!”

"Although you don't know the words, it doesn't stop you from spreading it all over the world!" The leading official sneered several times, pointed at the Chaos stall not far away and said, "The stall owner is the witness!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and said: "Bring all the people and cars back to the Yamen for me!"

Several men were ordered to take action immediately, some went to catch the driver, and some went to pull the cart.

"Why are you arresting me?! Why are you seizing my car?! I'm not the only one selling newspapers!" The coachman tried his best to struggle and cry out for injustice. Because he was so strong, several businessmen couldn't hold him back.

When the leader saw this, he immediately became angry. He took off the rubber stick from his waist and hit him hard on his head and face. The coachman who was beaten so hard kept wailing and curled up on the ground with his head in his hands.

When the first official got tired from working, and saw that a lot of people had gathered on the street to watch the fun, he gasped and said loudly: "Look at it all, this is the end of the evil talk!

If any of you have the 'show report' in your hands, you'd better hand it in as soon as possible, otherwise you will have no regrets if you violate the laws of the king!"

After saying that, he ordered his men to tie up the coachman and throw him into the car, and he and the car pulled him to the Shuntianfu Yamen.

The people in the audience behind were pointing and talking, and some of them who had already read the newspaper gave them some popular science.

After listening, someone said disdainfully: "It's so easy for the weirdo to arrest him?"

"Don't tell me, according to what this newspaper says, it's not necessarily that difficult to be an official!"

As the man said before, he simply took out a newspaper from his sleeve and read it in a measured tone.

This short article was absurd and easy to understand. Most people on the street understood it, but they were increasingly reluctant to believe it.

"What do you know?"

The man sneered, pointed at the words on the newspaper and said: "This is clearly someone trying to trip up the old envoy of Wangge. If all the above is fake, then why is it so useless to put in so much effort?"

After hearing this, everyone was a little doubtful and thirsty.

Someone who was interested secretly went to the Jiangxi Guild Hall to inquire about the news, and then rumors spread quietly that the newspaper report was half true and one half false.

Wangge Lao was indeed recruiting talented people in the Jiangxi Guild Hall, and he indeed hinted that those who came to join him would be able to ride on horses as high-ranking officials as long as they changed their family and became New Confucians.

The only untrue thing is that they are only recruiting people from Jiangxi for the time being.
Chapter completed!