Another morning, Ye Qing went out of the house wearing a white-washed blue robe and walked over to a school in the middle school that was only a few streets away from home. As a scholar who failed, it was not easy to find such a stable job in the school of the tribe with a good income.

The failure of the imperial examination for more than ten years has already worn out all his delusions. Now Ye Qing just wants to live a peaceful life. What kind of fame and fortune is already a luxury for him. Perhaps when his son grows up, he can still place this not necessarily sincere hope on the next generation.

Walking on the street that was so familiar that he could not be more familiar, Ye Qing didn't have to pay much attention to the situation around him, but his mind began to think about how to give a lecture later. But suddenly, one person blocked his way, and a bold voice interrupted his thoughts: "Oh, isn't this Ye Xiucai?"

In front of him was a strong man with a big and thick face with an ugly scar on his face. After seeing the other party, Ye Qing was so scared that he took a step back: "Fan...Fan Laohu, what do you want to do?" This man named Fan Laohu was the famous ruffian in this area. As long as the good people saw him, they would take a detour, and Ye Qing was no exception.

"Nothing, this time there is a benefit for you." Fan Laohu grinned and showed his black teeth. Then he saw him take out a stack of paper from behind, take out one and stuff it into his hand. After thinking about it, he took out a few more sheets of paper: "There are five or six lecturers in your clan school, so take six!" After that, he stuffed a few more sheets of paper into his hand.

"You...what are you doing?" Ye Qing asked uneasily without even looking at the content on the paper.

"I said it to you for good things, just take it back and see it." Fan Laohu was too lazy to say anything more to him. After leaving this sentence, he turned around and walked towards another man in the robe coming here.

Ye Qing looked at him with confusion, and saw that he really had no intention of making things difficult for him, so he quickly accelerated his pace. As for the pieces of paper in his hand, although he wanted to lose it, he did not dare to offend Fan Laohu in the end, so he could only take it to the clan to learn.

It was not until he entered the gate of the clan school that he was sure that there were no more changes that he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he put the papers on his desk and went to give lectures. He threw the morning affairs aside.

It was not until noon that Ye Qing returned to the room shared by several Mongolian masters that he realized that it was a little quiet today. Everyone was leaning over in front of their desks and looking at something. He said curiously: "Everyone, what are you looking at?"

"Zi Ming, you also asked us, isn't this what you brought? What's the name of "Zongheng Monthly"?" A gentleman who was about the same age as him looked up and shook the paper in his hand. This reminded Ye Qing of what happened before. He also walked forward curiously and saw that there was another piece on his desk, so he picked it up and swept it over.

Only after this scan did he realize that this piece of paper that looked rather simple was not simple. It was divided into several pieces of content on a large piece of paper that was one foot or five inches square. Not only did it contain articles, but also embroidered portraits. On the far right, there were four large characters with vigorous strokes printed on the head of the right - Zongheng Yuebao.

There are four major pieces of contents, and the words first and second pages are printed on them, and the following are more detailed contents. In this way, this inconspicuous piece of paper is somewhat similar to a book.

Looking at the content inside, the title of the first article in the first edition, the words that boldly instantly caught his eye: "The courtesan in the capital has been forgotten, and he can only write poetry and entertain himself..."

Even the most serious man on the surface has his own slutty side. The flower courtesan Su Yue, who was reviewed during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, is a well-known existence in the city. Ye Qing naturally heard of it before. Although he knew that it was impossible to have any interaction with such a person, he had also imagined that he had an encounter and love in a novel with him for a moment...

But as time goes by, these thoughts have long dissipated. It was not until this moment that Ye Qing saw the content about her again in this "Zongheng Monthly Newspaper" that Ye Qing thought of her thoughts at that time, and her old face turned red. She wanted to skip, but couldn't help but glance down, and then she saw the poems that made him slap his face-

"If life is just like the first meeting, why does the autumn wind make a sad painting fan? It changes easily but the hearts of old friends, but says that the person who is old friends is easy to change." Although there are only four sentences, it perfectly presents the image of the abandoned woman in the boudoir to the readers, which makes Ye Qing lose his mind and unable to react for a long time.

After a while, he sighed softly: "What a good poem. In just four sentences, he expresses the resentment of love and the deep love. No wonder that Miss Su Yue can become the courtesan of my capital. If she is such a talent, she may have already been named on the list..."

"Brother Ziming, I didn't expect you to be a person who cherishes flowers. I only value some of Luoyang's big and small things in this monthly report. You are fine, but I am still obsessed with the courtesan." This immediately caused a burst of jokes from everyone, and finally made Ye Qing come back from his own feelings. His face turned red like a pig's liver, and he quickly waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, how could I have any ideas about the courtesan, let alone my identity, it's impossible."

"That's right, we'll just have sex. But looking at the article, the flower courtesan Suyue looked at the superficial scenery, but in fact life was not easy. It's only been more than half a year, and the young masters in the city have forgotten her because of their new love. They may not say that she will be worse than us at any time."

"What do you say about this? Read this article. The dragon boat races on our Luo River during the Dragon Boat Festival are very lively..."

"There are also two novels printed on the fourth edition, which are quite interesting. Especially the latter article "Bao Gong Case", which is really exciting. Unfortunately, it only started and ended. It would be great if there were more."

"Yes, we have heard of this Bao Gong. He was a former official from the Song Dynasty. He heard that he was still a great official, but he didn't expect that he would have the ability to make a case. This book is well written. If I could publish a whole novel, I would still be willing to pay a few taels of silver. But I don't know when I will see it in this monthly newspaper."

After a few words, someone finally officially paid attention to the newspaper: "By the way, Ziming, where did you come from this monthly report? When did the subsequent content come out? But you participated in such a big event and even we hid it?"

Faced with the crowd's questioning, Ye Qing first smiled bitterly, and then told the story of taking the newspaper from Fan Laohu, but he was puzzled by the few people: "How come such a elegant thing is related to a scoundrel? It's so strange. If you don't have time to ask?"

Of course, it is impossible to ask really, but everyone has already been concerned about the "Zongheng Monthly News", especially those who are fascinated by reading novels, decided to inquire more at that time and always find out the subsequent monthly news.

...

At the same time, Wang Guigang entered a small restaurant where he usually eats. After greeting his friend, he sat down. At the same time, he spread out the "Zongheng Monthly News" he took from the street in the morning and then looked at it in detail.

Wang Gui is a clerk in Luoyang Prefecture. Although he is literate, he has never thought about taking the imperial examination. He is quite interested in those novels. However, he has read too many novels about talented men and beautiful women or immortals and seeking Taoism before, so he has long been tired of thinking about whether there is any new content to read, but that is not easy.

Unexpectedly, today, he took such an inconspicuous piece of paper from the roadside and actually saw two wonderful novels that were never seen and unique. Before, he was in the yamen, he was almost punished by his boss for reading the contents of the newspaper, so he resisted and waited until he went out at noon.

Now that he was in the wine shop, he finally didn't have to hide it anymore, just look at it with confidence. But in this way, the content in the newspaper was so uncontrollable. He had just eaten a bowl of noodle soup for two bites, and he had read all the two novels from head to toe, which made him a little stunned: "It's over, it's just started. What happened after Pangu Nuwa? And that Bao Gong can always tell the murder case clearly. Why did it suddenly break at this time? It's so enchanting!"

He said this casually, but one person next to him echoed: "Yes, it's really hard to read such a good article in one go. I don't know when the second issue of "Zongheng Monthly News" will come out?"

"Hey, this guy, have you read the Zongheng Monthly Newspaper too?" Wang Gui looked at the other party curiously.

The man dressed quite decently and immediately patted the newspaper on the table and said, "That's right, someone sent it on the way, so I took it casually. I don't expect that the content on the piece of paper that looked quite inconspicuous was quite good. I don't know which bookstore came out, but this is really a big deal."

"Don't there be a seal on it? It's called Zongheng Bookstore. But I haven't heard of this bookstore before in Luoyang City."

The two people with similar identities gathered together because of this newspaper. After chatting, they were very speculative, and they felt that they met too late. Of course, the ones they talked the most now were this newspaper and the Zongheng Bookstore behind the newspaper.

At the same time, there were many people talking about this simple but not simple newspaper everywhere in the city. Among them were down-and-out scholars, low-ranking scholars in the yamen, etc. The content they were talking about was somewhat different, either caring about the new form of the newspaper or the wonderful writing of the novel, but more people were still paying attention to the life experience of the girl Suyue, who was once famous in Beijing that day...
Chapter completed!