A few days later, the sun shone through the morning mist in Youzhou City and sprinkled on the lively streets.
With anticipation in mind, Xi Yu walked into Su Yu's room where he worked.
When he saw the finished product of the first Youzhou weekly newspaper, his eyes were filled with excitement.
His hands were trembling slightly, as if he was holding a precious treasure.
"This newspaper is simply amazing! Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu, you did a very good job!" Xi Yu's voice was full of praise.
Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu showed modest smiles on their faces.
They said in unison: "The Prime Minister has been over-reward."
The room was filled with a faint fragrance of ink, and various maps and documents were hung on the walls.
The sun shines through the windows, illuminating the neatly stacked newspapers on the table.
Xi Yu raised his head, looked at Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu firmly, and said, "Now, we want this newspaper to spread throughout Youzhou City. The soldiers are ready and let them distribute the newspaper to every corner."
Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu nodded and responded: "Yes, Prime Minister!"
Afterwards, Xi Yu led the soldiers to the streets and alleys of Youzhou City.
Their steps are firm and powerful, as if they are shouldering an important mission.
At the lively market, Xi Yu personally handed the newspapers to people and said loudly: "This is our Youzhou weekly newspaper, I hope everyone can like it!"
People gathered around, flipping through the newspaper curiously, with a look of joy on their faces.
Under the sunshine, the entire Youzhou City is full of vitality and vitality. This newspaper is like a ray of light, illuminating people's lives and bringing new hope to the city.
The morning sun shines on the lively market, people come and go, and noisy sounds fill every corner.
"Look, what is this?" A young man pointed at the newspaper in his hand in surprise.
"This is a new newspaper!" the person next to him replied.
"Wow, there is so much news on it, it's so intriguing!"
"Yes, I never thought about getting information like this before."
"You said, this is the solution that the Prime Minister thought of?"
"It must be him, he is really a wise person!"
People started talking, their faces filled with excitement and admiration.
At this time, an old man came over, looked at the newspaper in his hand, and said with emotion: "The Prime Minister is really concerned about the people. This propaganda method allows us to understand national affairs more easily."
People around him nodded in agreement.
The noise in the market was heard one after another, and people were immersed in discussions about new things.
In a teahouse on the corner of the street, several people sat together, talking about the appearance of newspapers.
"The Prime Minister is really amazing. This innovative idea will surely change our lives."
"Yes, we can learn more about it through the newspaper in the future."
"I hope this good publicity method can continue."
The teahouse is filled with a faint fragrance of tea, and people's conversations are full of expectations for the future.
Ouyang Linlin was also reading the newspaper, and she said to Xiaohong: "I really didn't expect that there is such a way to deliver messages in the world."
"It means the Prime Minister is really amazing."
Jia Xu's store.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the windows of the cloth shop and sprinkles on the shelves with colorful cloth.
Jia Xu stood silently in the store, sighing in his heart.
As a former strategist, he is now working as a clerk in this small cloth shop, and his heart is naturally full of imbalance.
The store was filled with a faint smell of cotton cloth, and customers were in and out, selecting the fabric they liked. Jia Xu stood behind the counter with a helpless look on his face, but his thoughts had already floated far away.
At this time, a customer came to the door and said fiercely: "Why did you give me a few feet of cloth in your store?"
The boss rushed over and saw this scene. When he saw it, he scolded Jia Xu angrily and said, "Old Jia, why are you doing things? You can't do such a small thing well!"
Jia Xu did not say his real name, but called himself Jia San.
Jia Xu lowered his head and said softly: "Boss, I'm sorry, it's my negligence."
The boss glared at him.
"Don't have another time, or you don't do it here!"
After saying that, the boss turned around to comfort the angry customer.
Jia Xu looked at them silently, feeling mixed in his heart.
He secretly told himself that in order to survive, he could only slowly adapt to this new identity.
At this time, the streets outside the store were bustling with people rushing to the road.
But Jia Xu felt a little lonely and helpless in this lively atmosphere.
After several days, Jia Xu was busy in the cloth shop.
The sky outside was gloomy and covered with dark clouds. After a while, the rain began to drizzle.
People on the street hurriedly avoided, and Jia Xu looked at the rain outside the store and felt a little bored.
At this time, a figure walked into the cloth shop.
Jia Xu looked closely and found that it turned out to be an old monk.
He was very surprised because the old monk was the one who received him when he went to the temple that day.
The light in the store was a little dim. Jia Xu hurriedly met him and said with a smile: "Master, why are you here? It's raining so hard."
The old monk smiled slightly and replied, "Amitabha, I am passing by here and seeing the rain getting heavier, so I came here to shelter from the rain. However, I met the donor here, which was a fate."
Jia Xu asked the old monk to sit down aside, handed over a cup of hot tea, and said, "That day I was enlightened by the master in the temple, and I benefited a lot from the younger generation. I didn't expect to see the master again here today, which is a coincidence."
At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier outside, hitting the window, making crackling sounds.
The pedestrians on the streets gradually became rare, and the whole world seemed to be covered by rain.
The old monk took a sip of tea and said slowly: "There are causes and conditions in the world. The donor can meet me here because of fate."
Jia Xu nodded thoughtfully and said, "What the master said is very true. Now I am a mate in this cloth shop. Although I still feel unwilling to accept it, I am slowly adapting."
The old monk smiled and said, "Life is impermanent, there is no need to be too persistent. It is a kind of wisdom for the donor to follow the times."
After hearing this, Jia Xu suddenly felt enlightened.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops were hitting the doors and windows violently, and a thin layer of puddles had already accumulated on the street.
The old monk looked at the rain outside the window, frowned, and said, "I'm afraid I can't leave tonight, so I have to go and find the inn."
Jia Xu thought for a while and said, "Master, this place is far from the inn. It's raining outside now and the road is slippery and difficult to walk. Why don't you squeeze with me tonight? My bed is very big and spacious."
The old monk hesitated for a moment and said, "Will this be too troublesome to the donor?"
Jia Xu waved his hand quickly and said with a smile: "The masters used to receive juniors, and today they can also receive masters. This is also a kind of fate, and the master does not need to refuse."
At this time, the lights in the store seemed particularly warm, forming a sharp contrast with the bitter wind and rain outside.
Jia Xu looked at the old monk with sincerity in his eyes.
The old monk smiled and nodded, saying, "thank you, donor."
The rain outside was still pouring down, showing no sign of stopping.
The old monk soon fell asleep on Jia Xu's bed, his breathing was steady and his expression was peaceful.
Jia Xu couldn't help feeling a little calm in his heart as he looked at the old monk sleeping.
He gently covered the old monk with a quilt, and then lay down beside him.
Jia Xu's bed was indeed very big, and he felt a little empty when he lay on it.
However, he was feeling very relaxed.
Although the boss didn't like Jia Xu, he gave him a big bed.
Jia Xu closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.
In his sleep, he seemed to see his glorious moments, and those wisdom and strategies flashed in his mind.
In the second half of the night, the moonlight shone through the window on the ground of the room, forming mottled light and shadows.
The old monk stood up gently, put on his cassock, and walked carefully towards the toilet.
Jia Xu woke up in a daze in his sleep and rubbed his eyes.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the old monk's back.
Through the moonlight, he saw some scars, which were intertwined, especially shocking.
Jia Xu was shocked, and quickly sat up and asked softly: "Master, what's the scar on your back?"
The old monk turned around, a faint smile appeared on his face, and said, "These scars are the marks left by the sufferings I experienced many years ago."
His voice was calm and gentle, as if the scars had become part of his life.
Jia Xu couldn't help but frown and asked with concern: "Master, what have you ever experienced?"
The old monk slowly walked to the window, looked at the bright moon outside the window, pondered for a moment, and said, "Everything in the world has its own causes and conditions. All the things I experienced are also part of my life."
The room was silent, and only the moonlight was quietly spreading on the ground.
The old monk turned around, looked at Jia Xu, and smiled and said, "Don't worry about me, these scars have become the past. Now, I pay more attention to my current practice."
Jia Xu nodded silently, full of admiration for the old monk.
At this moment, the breeze outside the window blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness.
Jia Xu frowned slightly, thinking to himself: "No, the wound on the old monk's back does not look like it was left many years ago, but it seems to be a new addition. Why did he hide the truth?"
He was full of doubts and concerns.
After a while, the old monk turned over and went to bed again.
Jia Xu was confused in his heart: "Do you want to expose the old monk? What is the hidden secret he has? Maybe I should observe it again..."
He lay quietly on the bed, his thoughts surging like a tide.
In the end, Jia Xu decided not to expose the old monk for the time being.
He thought to himself: "When the time is right, I will find another suitable opportunity to ask him. Maybe there is any difficulties in it, and I can't act rashly."
Jia Xu gradually fell asleep.
After a while, a figure appeared outside the door, as if it had merged into the night.
The man approached the window carefully, holding a slender tube in his hand.
At this moment, the man broke the window paper and blew it inside.
A strange fragrance spread instantly, Jia Xu and the old monk were stunned at the last moment, and their bodies gradually collapsed.
Seeing that they had lost consciousness, the man gently pushed open the door and stepped into the house. She was wearing a black night-mounted dress, her face was hidden in the shadows, and only a trace of cold light flashed in her eyes.
The candlelight in the house swayed gently with the breeze, as if adding a hint of mysterious color to the tense atmosphere.
This person is a witch.
Her eyes were filled with astonishment.
"He is still alive..." The witch looked at Jia Xu and murmured to herself, with an incredible tone in her voice.
The witch stood in front of the old monk, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes, and was about to cast spells against him.
At this moment, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and quickly reached out and grabbed the witch's hand.
The old monk raised his lips slightly and said calmly: "I'm not afraid of your little tricks at all. I'd expected you to come."
The witch stared at the old monk fiercely, her voice sharp and harsh: "You old guy, are so cunning."
The two of them were in a stalemate, and no one was willing to give in.
The old monk held the witch's hand tightly, and his strength gradually increased.
The old monk whispered: "You can't escape, today is your end." His voice was calm and firm.
The witch struggled desperately, and she shouted angrily: "Let me go! You hateful old monk!"
Her face was full of anger and reluctance.
Suddenly, the witch's body began to tremble violently, and her face turned extremely pale.
Seeing this, the old monk laughed: "You monster, you can't beat me after all."
Soon, the old monk easily dismantled the witch.
The witch fell weakly to the ground, and she wondered in her heart: "Why has Lei Tiangui not returned? I haven't sucked blood for a long time, and now my strength has been greatly reduced..."
Her eyes were full of doubt and worry.
The old monk stepped on the witch hard under his feet.
He glared and insulted: "You are such a stupid fool! In this case, it is ridiculous to dare to come to me!"
The witch fell to the ground, a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of her mouth.
She stared at the old monk viciously and said with a voice: "I have ended up in such a field today, and it is unrelated to you, the old monk! Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"
At this moment, there was a strong smell of blood.
Finally, the old monk raised his foot and stepped on the witch's chest hard, ending her life.
The old monk looked at the witch's corpse and said coldly: "You evil monster, today is your death."
Then, he slowly returned to the bed, closed his eyes, and continued to fall asleep.
Until the morning of the next day, the first ray of sunshine shone in, illuminating the old monk's face.
After a while, Jia Xu slowly woke up. He slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually became clear, but was scared by the scene in front of him and almost jumped up from the bed.
A corpse was lying across the ground, and a strong smell of blood filled the room.
Jia Xu's heart beating violently, and fine beads of sweat emerged from his forehead.
He calmed down and looked at the corpse, and found that it was a witch.
An inexplicable fear surged in my heart.
Jia Xu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
He looked at the witch on the ground, his heart full of doubts and confusion.
The old monk felt a little strange when he saw Jia Xu's reaction.
He asked softly, "Jia Xu, do you know this witch?"
Jia Xu nodded quickly.
The old monk looked at Jia Xu with a pale face and asked softly: "What's going on? Why do you know this witch?"
Jia Xu told the relevant situation.
The old monk frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and said, "This witch has always made a living by sucking the blood of talented people to gain their wisdom and energy. And it is really a strange thing that you can escape from her."
After hearing this, Jia Xu couldn't help but feel nervous.
He looked down at the witch on the ground, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.
"Okay, it's getting late, I'm leaving too. Thank you very much for the donor."
Jia Xu asked anxiously: "Master, how should the witch's body be disposed of?"
The old monk was slightly stunned and said slowly: "Leave it to me, I will deal with it properly."
Jia Xu nodded and looked at the old monk holding the witch's body, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart.
The old monk came to the shop with his body on his back.
The shop owner happened to be standing at the door. When he saw the old monk carrying a corpse, he showed a look of surprise on his face, and he asked quickly: "Master, what's going on? Why do you come with a corpse on your back?"
The old monk clasped his hands together and said softly: "This is a cause and condition. The fate of this witch is up and down. I need to find a suitable destination for it."
The owner frowned and said with some concern: "Master, will this cause us trouble?"
The old monk smiled and said, "Don't worry, everything is determined. I believe this is also her destiny."
After the old monk left, the shop owner looked at his far away back, thinking about something.
After a while, he turned to look at Jia Xu and asked in confusion: "Old Jia, what's going on? How could this old monk and the corpse appear here together?"
Jia Xu sighed and said slowly, "Oh, it's a long story. I have received the favor of the old monk before, so he lived in my room last night. As for how the witch came in, I really don't know."
The shop owner looked at Jia Xu with a serious face, with a reproach in his tone.
"Don't bring such people here again in the future. Forget it this time, fortunately the old monk took the body away, otherwise I don't know what trouble it would cause!"
Jia Xu lowered his head and said helplessly: "I didn't expect such a thing to happen. Boss, I will pay attention to it in the future."
The owner continued, "Also, your room has already appeared and is unclean. You must find a Taoist priest to clean it up later, so as not to attract any unclean things."
Jia Xu frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Is this... necessary?"
The owner glared at him and said, "Why is it unnecessary? This is related to the peace of our store! The money you need to find a Taoist priest will be deducted from your wages."
Jia Xu sighed helplessly:
The owner is really stingy!
If you admit it, just deduct it from your own wages.
Chapter completed!