The Great Industrial Ming Dynasty Started from Beiping

Chapter 299 The boy who would rather die in battle

"I'm selling newspapers."

"The newly opened social newspaper has a lot of good stories on it, hurry up and buy it, there is only the last one."

on the street.

A young man dressed in patches, with a crappy accent, shouted at the door of the restaurant with a cloth bag full of newspapers.

No one is more stupid than the other, the only difference is the environment.

Because the environment is different, the information received is different, resulting in differences in cognition and behavior, but the overall IQ will not be different.

Children who sell newspapers know where there are many customers.

Most of the customers who come to the restaurant are rich. If they are rich, they can read and write. If they can read, they will be interested in reading newspapers. They are also rich.

Therefore, outside every restaurant is an important place for children selling newspapers.

"Child."

A middle-aged man who was about to enter the restaurant beckoned, and the young man hurried over and asked politely, "Sir, do you want a newspaper?"

"What newspapers are there?" the middle-aged man asked casually.

He had no habit of reading newspapers before.

But since I saw it for the first time, I can't leave it slowly.

Ordinary people would not buy every issue of newspapers. In their eyes, this is a prodigal act, but there are still many people who don't think so.

Newspapers cover too much information, which is the cognition of different classes.

"Technical newspapers, life newspapers, and social newspapers are all available."

The young man seemed to be very skilled, and he said very well: "There is a news in the society newspaper, saying that some people only rely on submitting articles to the daily newspaper, and the monthly fee is one or two taels of silver. born."

"Oh, one copy of all three newspapers."

The middle-aged man said generously.

The young man was very happy, and quickly sorted out three newspapers from the cloth bag, and held them to the middle-aged man with respectful hands.

"You're not a local, are you?"

The middle-aged man asked casually.

In fact, 30 or [-] years ago, more than [-]% of the city of Beiping were foreigners.

"Mister's guess is really accurate." The young man who has been polished by life is very good at things, and he took the initiative to say: "My family is from Shandong. Last year, there was a disaster at home, and I brought us to Peiping to flee famine."

Middle-aged people are very patient.

After buying the newspaper, he didn't rush into the restaurant, but chatted with the young man in front of him.

"It belongs to Yanzhou."

Young Lang Daqi, "How does sir know?"

"This is the benefit of reading, can you read?"

"I learned hundreds of words in sociology. My husband said that I am not a material for studying. It is enough to recognize my own name. If I continue to read, it will be a waste of money. It is better to save money for the family and marry a wife as soon as possible. I Big took me away."

The young man was still very honest, and he said exactly what his husband said back then, although he was a little embarrassed when he talked about saving money to marry a wife.

"The gentleman who taught you to read is still in charge."

The middle-aged man nodded in approval.

It is not easy to get ahead by reading.

Although this young man is not stupid, but he is simple and honest in nature, and he can't compete with those who can read. If a child from an ordinary family has no talent, it is indeed better to come out and learn to work early.

"Although there is no hope in the imperial examination, you still have to continue reading the book. People must understand some truths, otherwise they will live in vain."

"The imperial court promotes studies and formulates the law of reading, so that you will not be confused and know the natural truth of things. Otherwise, if you don't know knowledge, you will be different from the barbarians."

"Sir, that's what you taught me." The young man bowed his head and replied.

The middle-aged man tucked the rolled newspaper under his arm, and then took out an extra dozen or so coins as a reward.

The young man gratefully accepted it.

"The imperial court issued a decree for disaster relief and exempted Yanzhou from taxes for three years. Why do you want to flee famine?"

Because there is a reward, the young man is not in a hurry to sell the remaining newspapers.

The young man also liked to hear what the middle-aged man said, so he didn't leave, and said with a smile: "People who go back to my hometown say that there is money everywhere in Beiping, and life is like a fairy. There are many people who say it, and many people believe it. Undoubtedly, my uncle followed me to Peiping."

"The more people say it, the more they will believe it."

After thinking this sentence subconsciously, the middle-aged man was in a trance.

"I didn't expect you to have this insight."

"I don't dare to take it seriously. The boy also heard from a customer who bought a newspaper. It's just picking up people's teeth."

The middle-aged man nodded, turned and went into the restaurant.

"Sir go slow."

After the young man waited for the middle-aged people to enter the restaurant, he went to the next place to sell newspapers. He never thought that he could make a living by selling newspapers.

There is no one else in the private room of the restaurant, but Zhang Lian, the inspector.

"I saw you appearing on the street a long time ago, why come up now." The best location is the area near the railing.

Not only is the scenery beautiful here, but it is also suitable for whispering.

"Bought some newspapers."

The middle-aged man puts the newspaper on the table.

"Another job."

"what?"

"You can make a living by writing stories."

Zhang Lian was not interested, he hurriedly pulled the middle-aged man to sit down, and asked solemnly, "Brother Gao, have you really thought about it?"

The middle-aged man's name is Gao Mian, and he is on the job of the inspector.

Gao Mian continued calmly: "Businessmen are not like merchants, ordinary people are not like ordinary people, and military households are not like military households."

"If things go on like this, the imperial court system will no longer exist, which will do great harm to the country."

"Wang Nietai is a lesson learned from the past."

Zhang Lian reminded.

Gao Mian was silent when he heard this.

Even the inspector left Peiping disheartened, let alone himself.

a long time.

"Do something and don't do something."

"admire!"

Zhang Lian clasped his hands together.

Gao Mian didn't explain, Zhang Lian didn't understand himself at all.

……

The young man sold out the newspaper and handed over the capital of today's newspaper to the newspaper office.

In fact, it can be handed in tomorrow.

However, the young man is cautious, afraid of accidentally losing money one day, so he would rather take an extra trip, just for insurance.

Then he put the earned wallet into his arms and left the city happily.

There is a shanty town outside Beiping City.

There used to be, but the scale has been getting bigger and bigger over the years, and it has grown so many times, most of them are people from other places to make a living.

The young man gave the money to his mother, and when he learned that his father was still working outside, he went to the place where his father worked.

In a group building area, countless industries have been promoted.

There is a shed with a lot of wood piled up.

Stepping on a thick layer of sawdust, the young man saw his father, who was covered in yellow wood dust, planing a piece of wood.

In the distance, there are already two finished wooden cabinets.

The young boy didn't speak, he took the shovel directly, and started to clean the ground, and it took half an hour to clear out the wood chips that could no longer settle down.

The sawdust was collected, and someone would take it away every few days, and they would be given [-] Wen a month. These sawdust would be sold to the common people, and they would be mostly used as starters for lighting fires.

There is no limit to human intelligence.

There are always opportunities to be found.

Although the wood chips sold to the common people are very cheap and they can't make much money, but the accumulation of a small amount is considerable.

Beiping City abolished the corvee for collecting manure and outsourced it to individuals.

Many people rely on the work of collecting dung that people look down upon and no one wants to do, and even bought a house in the group housing area.

Young Lang heard about this news, but he really didn't want to do it, it was too disgusting to do it.

"Nails are almost used up, you will go to the supply and marketing agency to buy a pack of iron nails, and come back with a box of ink."

The boy's father ordered.

"Didn't the use of nails not be allowed in the old days?"

The young man asked curiously.

"Nails used to be expensive, and using nails didn't seem to be a skill." The boy's father was talking and working.

"Nowadays, nails are so cheap that even a lot of work can't be done. Many employers are only eager to ask for ready-made products, which is different from the previous requirements."

"Big, I want to go study."

The boy said suddenly.

The room fell silent, only the sound of the boy's father planing wood.

"Squeak...squeak..."

Wood planers are rectangular.

Dig out an oblique thin and wide groove in the middle, and install the iron beveling head.

You only need to push back and forth on the wooden block by manpower, so that the uneven wooden block will quickly become smooth and smooth.

With the forward push, the uneven parts of the wood will be cut out in rolls of sawdust, sent out from the groove, and finally spilled on the ground.

"In the past, my family was poor, and your husband said that you were not suitable for studying, so he let you go home." Young Lang's father explained.

"There are many jobs in Beiping, and the wages are high. You can buy a house here after working for a few years."

The young man lost his mind.

He thought that his father would let him continue to sell newspapers, and after selling the newspapers, he came back to work for the family and earned money to buy a house as soon as possible.

"I've already inquired. As long as the school here is old enough, people from anywhere can go to school, and there is no tuition fee. You can also join classes. You only need to provide household registration and registration. You can ask yourself tomorrow. "

Young Lang's father put down the plane, lifted up the wooden block, and looked at it at eye level to see if it was polished well.

The young man showed a happy look in his eyes, and nodded heavily.

The two fathers and sons worked all afternoon in this shed, until the school was over, and groups of students passed by.

The young man couldn't help but stop his work, and looked at those children of the same age enviously.

He really wanted to join them.

"The five heroes died fiercely, and their deaths will not be in vain."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old child said excitedly.

"The enemy hacked dozens of knives on them. They are not afraid at all, because they pretend to be righteous to the country in their hearts. They are not the kind who are afraid of death. They will not find excuses for themselves to surrender and beg for a living."

Each era has its own characteristics.

Because the productive forces of each era are different, people's spirits are also different, and the topics of discussion are naturally also different.

Just like the literature of later generations, in each period, the literature that people need and are willing to read has different changes.

Listening to the remnants of his peers in the air, the boy wondered curiously, are they the five strong men mentioned in the newspaper?

Our ancestors were beaten into slavery more than 100 years ago?

It was only liberated 30 years ago.

The young man felt humiliated.

If he went back 100 years ago and made him a slave, he would rather die in battle.

(End of this chapter)