If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Now that he was ready, Lin Ke took action.

News satisfies the need of an intelligent creature to obtain surrounding information.

In this kind of information transmission, some real things are distorted and changed. This is public opinion control.

The Great Wei Dynasty did not even have such a thing as official residence newspapers. Lin Ke felt that it was time for newspapers to come into being.

"Then everyone, let's discuss other things."

Lin Ke didn't shy away from it and began to discuss the affairs of the Great Wilderness Council with everyone.

……

In the early morning, heavy snow has arrived.

This is snow in the capital. It doesn’t feel like it’s covered in ice and snow, but there are quite a few children playing happily.

In Chaoyang Street, because of the crowds and bustle, you can hardly feel the coldness of the snow.

Escape rooms, comic shops, novel shops, milk tea shops, entertainment stadiums and other facilities are all overcrowded.

"Candied haws on a stick! Candied haws on a stick!"

"Good card! I opened a good card! Limited edition Pikachu orange card!"

"God, the little medical fairy is so miserable and lonely."

"The baby was scared to death, but luckily we escaped the butcher."

"Have you drunk the new milk tea? Winter hand-warming tea, brown sugar ginger tea!"

"Forget the milk tea, let's go and watch a basketball baby play basketball!"

Pedestrians on the street were all in high spirits, ranging from high-ranking officials to common people, all happily discussing everything on this street.

On this street, identity, status, etc. are just decorations and have no effect at all.

Because even senior executives and wealthy businessmen know that this street is covered by Lin Ke.

Today, a new stall was set up outside the bookstore, and it was empty with nothing on it.

Until about nine o'clock in the morning, the papers were stacked one after another, and the papers with ordinary texture were placed on the stall by the workers inside.

Wu Daozi, who was wearing a small cotton-padded jacket, came out, sat down in front of the stall, and shouted loudly:

"Fresh newspapers!"

"A piece of vernacular writing can tell you everything about the world!"

"Three cents a share, three cents a share!"

"There is also Mr. Lin Kelin's new exclusive novel in it: "The Sword of Killing Immortals"!"

"It's only serialized in newspapers, not anywhere else!"

"Come and see the love-hate relationship between Zhang Dafan and Lu Yao!"

Wu Daozi sputtered a lot of propaganda.

However, he didn't need to say too much. Chaoyang Street was already attracting attention.

At this time, when I heard that something different from comics, novels, etc. was coming out, a lot of people immediately gathered around.

Especially on this street, most of them are idle young people. They are curious and fun-loving, and at the same time have a clear stupidity, which makes them the easiest to be attracted.

In addition, what Wu Daozi said was very attractive, and it contained the words "Lin Ke" and "Exclusive", which attracted even more attention.

Something new easily attracts attention.

"Brother, this newspaper only costs three cents, can you buy just a few pages?"

Some young people came to inquire.

Wu Daozi smiled and answered: "The price is what Mr. Lin Ke meant. Our newsstands will sell newspapers all over the capital at the same time, striving to make newspapers affordable for every common person."

"What a great layout." A wealthy businessman in gold and jade clothes praised.

"Great!" Some civilians also looked happy.

As a result, under the enthusiastic purchase of everyone, [-] copies of the newspaper were quickly sold out.

This kind of sales speed surprised even the newly recruited workers.

Wu Daozi was accustomed to it. After selling five thousand copies, he immediately closed the stall and went into the store to continue selling.

While selling things, I’m also watching.

watching.

Observe the people who come in, observe their words and deeds, observe their demeanor and movements. "The lessons the teacher gave me were really..."

At the checkout counter in the store, Wu Daozi secretly admired while paying the money.

His master Lin Ke assigned him a long-term assignment.

The content of the homework is observation. Observe everyone who enters the store, whether they are buying something or not, whether they are men, women, old or young.

Observe what they say and do, and how they interact with the people they travel with.

Guess the identities, relationships, abilities, personalities, etc. of these people.

Then, draw these people on paper and compile them into comics.

Everyone has a magnificent life!
In the eyes of others, this life may be ordinary or humble.

However, everyone is the protagonist of his own life.

Observe with this mentality until Lin Ke feels that Wu Daozi can take the next step, then take the next step.

And Wu Daozi...

At first, he could hardly see anything.

Not only could he not see it, he was too busy dealing with the silver and copper coins from the visitors. Some people would also ask him for information about the products, which made him even more exhausted.

Under this situation, let alone observing, it was considered good that he could hear and understand what everyone said.

However, two months passed.

Now, Wu Daozi could vaguely guess the identities of some of the arriving customers, as well as their relationships with their peers.

Thinking of this, Wu Daozi continued to observe the endless stream of customers in front of him.

The silk on this person's body is from Guizifang. Not many people can afford Guizifang. They are either high-ranking officials or wealthy businessmen. The two wives and concubines on the left and right of this person look beautiful and petite, and they don't have the arrogance of officials. .

In addition, the ring finger on his hand is made of jade from the extreme south, his face is rosy and shiny, and his little beard is a bit funny.

He also said, "This thing costs ten cents", "It's too cheap, I'll buy it for you", "Isn't it just money"...

merchant!

He must be a businessman.

Wu Daozi was convinced in his heart, and then started to observe the next person.

"Damn it, Brother Wang, this collection of comics was snatched away by someone from another private school!"

"Brother Xiao Zhang, I want it~"

"You are not allowed to buy it! I have worked hard to support your education, so you are not allowed to buy it!"

The crowd was full of people.

Until the evening, the flow of people reached its peak, and then it became quiet at midnight.

At the end of the day, Wu Daozi walked to the backyard, took out his drawing board and started painting under the moonlight and oil lamp.

But it’s not the other way of painting, but the way of comics.

One by one, clear and concise images appeared on the white paper.

There are wealthy businessmen, young scholars, women with hooks, and poor people.

Under Wu Daozi's imagination and drawing, these people became the protagonists in the four-frame comic.

Or go shopping in the mall, and finally retreat to the countryside.

Or read and write on campus, and eventually become a new teacher on the pastoral side.

Or she may feel sad in Goulan, and finally slowly become a beautiful corpse.

Or they are poor and pin all their hopes on the next generation, and then in the end the next generation will live up to everyone's expectations and honor their ancestors...

Everyone is their own protagonist.

As a result, Wu Daozi's painting skills gradually improved.

His eyes seemed to contain the starry sky, and the speed of drawing cartoons in his hands was not slow at all.

It wasn't until he finished painting that he noticed a person standing behind him, apparently watching him paint for a long time.

"You... who are you?"

Wu Daozi was startled. (End of chapter)