The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 713
When the sky was just getting bright.

Old Xu took the thick envelope from the lotus official, walked briskly out of the alley, thanked the peddler on the opposite side for his help, pulled up his rickshaw and ran towards Zijin Street in the east of the city.

In fact, it's just sending letters, and there is no need to pull a rickshaw to go together.

But Lao Xu is an honest person. With such a generous monthly salary from his boss, he only leaves the car every three to five times. He always feels that his heart is not at ease. Therefore, every time he delivers a letter, he simply pulls a rickshaw on the road together. I am tired. But my heart can be a lot lighter because of this.

Although there was no one in the car, he still tried his best to keep as steady as possible, running at a constant speed against the gradually brightening dawn.

Half an hour later, the rickshaw was placed in front of the Xuefujiao gate. Old Xu first took a towel to carefully wipe the sweat off his hands and forehead, and then he took out the letter from the hidden compartment under the seat of the rickshaw. door.

After knocking twice, the black lacquered door half opened, and the door of Xue's mansion walked out while spreading his palm towards Lao Xu.

Old Xu didn't say much, and handed him the letter directly.

The doorman knew that he was a dull gourd, so he just confessed: "It's still this time tomorrow morning, you come to get the letter back."

After speaking, he turned and returned to the mansion.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Lao Xu set off on his way back unhurriedly.

And just as he was turning around, a rickshaw quietly flashed out from the alley not far away. The man pulling the cart was a strong and powerful man, and sitting in the cart was a plainly dressed man wearing a felt hat. young people.

"Follow up..."

The young man was about to issue orders when he suddenly saw that Lao Xu had not run far and stopped in front of a small stall. He hurriedly changed his words: "Back back, back quickly, don't disturb that rickshaw."

The driver who was about to start his legs curled his lips, then turned around and pushed the car back into the alley.

After the car was parked, the driver looked out for a few times, then turned around and said: "Young master, that man just ordered some food, so he probably has to wait for a while."

"Ah."

The boy in the felt hat on the car nodded slightly, and pressed down on the brim of his hat again.

This young man is none other than Xue Biao who has not shown his face for a long time.

Xue Baochai became suspicious at the funeral, and wanted to find out about Lin Daiyu's details, but was worried that he would startle the snake, so he entrusted the matter to Xue Biao, who was always capable.

Xue Biao inquired clearly about the messenger, and every time he pulled a rickshaw to the door, but it was a bit difficult for a while, so follow it with a horse-drawn cart, and it will inevitably lead to suspicion if you follow behind; Get in the car and run, do you want to follow suit?Isn't this run more eye-catching?
So he had to hire a rickshaw impromptu -- it's not that he didn't think about buying one, but no one in the family except Baochai and Ying'er had played with it before, so it would be a waste of time if something went wrong.

Because he was hired temporarily, in order not to reveal unnecessary information, Xue Biao deliberately put on a cold attitude.

But the coachman didn't have such self-consciousness, he leaned forward with a shy face and said: "You are a master who can read and write, and you are idle. Do you want to distribute newspapers? I heard that today There is big news in the newspaper, as long as you read it, you will have a chance to become an official!"

Xue Biao didn't want to talk to him at first, but he couldn't stand the coachman's endless chatter, so he had to find a few big boys and bought a copy of "Youxi Times" that he had never heard of.

Spreading out the newspaper, the first thing that catches the eye are two huge bold characters: Shocked!
Further down, the slightly smaller subtitle is: Will those who fail to succeed after repeated trials soon succeed, step into the official career, and reach the pinnacle of life!
It was the first time for Xue Biao to see such a headline. He just heard what the coachman said that he would have a chance to become an official after reading it. He thought he was just talking nonsense just to coax himself into buying a newspaper.

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

He was a little interested, and read on:
According to this newspaper, the New Confucianism School is sincerely recruiting talents from all walks of life. Anyone who has tried and failed repeatedly, scholars, and even children, as long as they are willing to change their appearance and join the New Confucianism School, they can inherit the shadow of His Majesty’s New Deal and start the pioneering work of Engineering Science. Dongfeng, detached from the suffering of imperial examinations, soared to the heights of the temple!

Friends, what are you waiting for? !

Hurry up and put down the torn books and old scrolls in your hands, and come to the Jiangxi Guild Hall to join in the grand event!
Five ranks, six ranks, seven ranks and eight ranks, first come, first served, so many opportunities!

Xue scorpion: "..."

What the hell is this? !
After reading it, Xue Biao's first thought was: People who don't have any problems in their minds may not be able to write such things.

But after the initial sense of absurdity passes, and then ponder it in depth, this article does not seem to be all groundless.

Wang Zhe and Wang Ge were originally from Jiangxi, and it is not a strange thing for the New Confucianism to recruit talented people in the Jiangxi Guild Hall.

And as long as the Neo-Confucianism can replace engineering and become the new favorite of the emperor, it seems that the promotion of officials and ranks in the future is also being cleaned up—even Jiao Shun, who was born as a domestic slave, can serve as sacrificial wine. Can't be worse than him?

But whether this kind of thing can be done or not, if it is so publicized, I'm afraid...

Xue Biao was staring at the newspaper, frowning and pondering, when he suddenly heard the coachman say: "Young master, that man is leaving, you sit still, we will follow!"

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

Xue Biao hurriedly folded up the newspaper and put it close to his body, and then supported him twice to stabilize his figure.

The two rickshaws left Zijin Street one after another like this, and then headed towards Xizhimen with their eyes on Lao Xu in front of them.

When he got outside Xizhimen, Lao Xu turned into a large courtyard without stopping.

Xue Biao looked inside for a few moments, wondering why Lin Daiyu had fallen into such a mess, when he suddenly heard the hired driver say: "Young master, this is another car factory, it's not convenient for us to go in, why don't you Own……"

"Let's not rush."

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

He couldn't believe that a woman like Lin Daiyu would live in such a place full of dragons and snakes. Now that he heard that it was a car factory, he confirmed his guess.

Since Lin Daiyu is not here, no matter what the messenger driver is doing inside, it is best not to be in a hurry to startle the snake.

So the rickshaw stopped far across the road again, Xue Biao told the driver to keep an eye on the dealership, then picked up the newspaper and began to ponder 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 what was behind the newspaper and the hidden factional strife in court, the time passed quickly, until the impatient murmur of the coachman interrupted Xue Biao's train of thought, and he realized that he had been waiting for nearly three quarters of an hour. .

You haven't come out for so long, so you can't wait any longer, right?

Xue Biao hesitated for a moment, then ordered the driver to wait here, and pretended to be a customer who wanted to hire a car, and approached the garage in a low-key manner.

Just a dozen or so steps into the door, a guy came up to greet him warmly.

Xue Biao prevaricated with the improvised words while looking around stealthily.

After confirming that there was no trace of that old Xu and the rickshaw in the depot, and when he found that the depot had a back door, he suddenly didn't care about pretending to be any more customers, took out a piece of loose silver and threw it to the guy, pointing to the back door and asking : "Before I saw a rickshaw of a different color coming in, did it go through the back door again?"

"A different color rickshaw?"

The guy couldn't help being happy when he got the reward, he hurriedly stuffed it into his sleeve, and said with a smile: "The little one just didn't stay here to guard—you don't need to be impatient, I'll ask you about it!"

After finishing speaking, he trotted to find others to confirm.

Not long after, he came back to make sure: "There was a rickshaw from outside. It entered the door and said it was the wrong way. After a few compensations, it hurriedly borrowed the way through the back door."

"Did you leave then?"

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

Great!
Hearing this, Xue Pan didn't know that he had missed the whereabouts, and immediately felt guilty and regretful, and some didn't know how to explain to his cousin when he went back--when he handed over this errand to him yesterday, the cousin reminded him all the time. He told me that he would rather be lost, and try not to startle the snake.

I promised well at the time, who would have thought...

The main reason is that I didn't expect that a driver who delivered a letter would be so vigilant—isn't it that Miss Lin is helpless?Where did she find such people?
Hammer walked out of the depot dejectedly, and saw the coachman he had hired, pulling some foaming passers-by to sell newspapers.

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

Seeing that the 'owner' came back, the coachman resentfully let go of those passers-by, turned around and explained to Xue Biao with a smile: "I made the young master laugh, this newspaper just came to our car factory, saying that he wanted to break into it first." To gain fame, we don’t charge a penny for the first two installments, and we only need to share with the car factory how much we sell.”

Achieving fame?

No charge?
Now Xue Biao is more and more sure that this newspaper has something wrong with it, but they do have foresight and can find rickshaws to help sell newspapers-although rickshaws are much cheaper than horse-drawn carriages, they are not affordable for ordinary people. They are all wealthy and have a relatively high literacy rate, so it can be regarded as a precise investment.

However, he was not in the mood to think about it right now, so he sat back on the rickshaw and went all the way back to Zijin Street with a sad face.

When he got back to the house, 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 overjoyed immediately, it was agreed that it would be a one-day package, and the fare had already been paid, and now that the reward was added, he could continue to do the work, wouldn't it be a good thing to kill three birds with one stone?
I am very grateful to Xue Biao at the moment.

Xue Biao waved his hand and was about to return to the mansion when he heard a piercing whistle.

This movement is now most familiar to people in the capital. Turning their heads and looking, it turned out that a few tolerances were running towards this side while whistling.

Seeing Xue Biao and the coachman looking at him, the leader Tolerance raised his finger and said to the two of them: "Stand still!"

Xue Biao is naturally not afraid, but he suspects that it has something to do with the coachman who escaped from the shell. He is hesitating whether to wait and see what happens, or to reveal his identity directly, when he sees those few tolerances rushing towards the carriage like wolves and tigers, and they easily get out of their seats. A large pile of newspapers was found underneath.

"Humph~"

The leading tolerance 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.

"Bad Lord."

The coachman nodded and bowed with a smile: "What's the matter? We are honest people who abide by the law, and we don't dare to do anything that has anything to do with the king's law..."

"Ms. Shaote is talking to me!"

The leader, Tolerance, patted the newspaper impatiently, staring and said: "These newspapers have never been registered in the Department of General Administration, and they are full of nonsense. If you sell them, you are violating the law of the king!"

The coachman was stunned when he heard this, and immediately called out to Zhuang Tianqu: "My poor man, you see, I don't know how to read, so how do I know if what's written on it is true or not? Besides, it was issued by the car factory." , has nothing to do with me!"

"Although you don't know how to read, it doesn't prevent you from spreading the word around the world!" The official officer in charge sneered a few times, pointed to the chaotic stall not far away and said, "The owner of the stall is the witness!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand again and said, "Even people and cars, bring them back to the Yamen!"

Several of his subordinates immediately mobilized their hands, and some went to catch the coachman, and some went to pull the cart.

"Why arrest me?! Why take my car?! I'm not the only one who sells newspapers!" The driver tried his best to complain, because he was so strong that he couldn't hold him for a few errands.
The leader Tolerance was immediately annoyed when he saw this, and he took off the rubber stick around his waist and hit his head and face, and the driver who hit him wailed and curled up on the ground with his head in his arms.

When the leader Tolerance was tired from working, and saw that there were already a lot of spectators gathered in the street at this moment, he gasped and said loudly: "Give me a good look, this is the end of gossip! Those of you who have the 'Play Times' in your hands, you'd better hand it in as soon as possible, otherwise you will have no place to regret it if you violate the law of the king!"

After finishing speaking, he ordered his subordinates to tie up the coachman and throw him into the cart, and they drove him to Shuntianfu Yamen with the cart.

The audience behind pointed and discussed, and those who had read the newspaper gave some popular science to the left and right.

After listening, some people disdainfully said: "It's so easy for Wei Dao to arrest him?"

"Don't tell me, according to what the newspaper said, being an official may not be so difficult!"

As the man said, he simply took out a newspaper from his sleeve and read it in rhythmic rhythm.

This short article is absurd, bizarre and easy to understand. More than half of the people on the street understand it, but they are more and more unwilling to believe it.

"What do you know?"

The man sneered, pointed to the words on the newspaper and said, "It's clear that someone is trying to trip up the old man of the Wang Pavilion. If the above is all fake, then there is no use for putting so much effort into it?"

After hearing this, everyone was a little skeptical.

Some of them were distracted, so they quietly went to the Jiangxi Guild Hall to inquire about the news, and then rumors spread quietly, saying that the report in the newspaper was nine truths and one falsehood.

The elders of Wangge indeed recruited talented people in the Jiangxi Guild Hall, and they did hint that those who went to serve, as long as they changed their family and became new Confucianism, they would be able to ride high-ranking officials in the future.

The only falsehood is that they only recruit Jiangxi people for the time being.

Now the Neo-Confucianism school was rushed to the forefront of the storm again, and even the old cousins ​​from Jiangxi were also criticized and killed.

(End of this chapter)