The onlookers were speechless at Gu Zeyun's words.
Kun Jingming even laughed out of anger and said coldly: "Do you think people believe it?"
Gu Zeyun thought for a long time before sighing, "I don't believe it."
Veteran reader Ji Liang raised his hand: "Not only do I not believe it, I might even crawl along the internet cable and hit you."
However, this time, the author Gu was not frightened or saddened. Instead, he said confidently, "Impossible."
Ji Liang: "Do you doubt the readers' determination?"
Gu Zeyun: "No, I believe in the system. We can't go back even though we've tried so hard. They definitely can't catch up!"
Ji Liang: ...
oh.
Although Gu Zeyun felt sad for a moment about being forced to become a "GuGuSpirit," he quickly pulled himself together and vanished from the screen. Only his voice could be heard: "I'll go back to typing!"
Ji Liang was surprised: "So enthusiastic?"
Gu Zeyun's voice continued: "I feel sorry for the readers before I traveled through time, but I can't let down the readers after I travel through time!"
Ji Liang blinked, then exclaimed, "I didn't expect Senior Gu to be so serious and responsible."
But Kun Jingming said slowly: "Not really."
"Hey, why is that?"
"Because readers before the time travel couldn't cross the dimension to find him, but readers in this world can. Not only that, this matter is now tied to points. If I don't write, I will lose points and no food."
...This is a very good and powerful reason!
Gu Zeyun's efforts did pay off, or rather, he really grasped the readers' pleasure points. In addition, many things in the article were combined with the experience of the school's teachers and students in the past two years, which made the Qi people who read it inexplicably connect with reality, and thus increased their interest.
After creating some momentum, Mr. Gu quietly used a subtle style in the following chapters to praise the benefits and usefulness of the new subject.
In his own words, "The tabloids use the Spring and Autumn style of writing to spread rumors and slander, while I use it to benefit humanity in another dimension. The difference is immediately apparent!"
Of course, the indigenous people have not yet felt the profound meaning of the story, but some of their deep-rooted ideas have been changed silently, and they are becoming more and more fond of newspapers.
The most obvious manifestation is that the sales of newspapers scattered in different counties and cities in Qi State are increasing, and the business of storytellers who focus on telling vernacular stories is also getting better and better.
Just like Yuanluo County, the restaurant that the storyteller first chose is always crowded on certain days, and there are also many diners who come here to consume on normal days. Every day you can hear people discussing the plot of the novel.
Some they understood, some they didn't.
Especially when it comes to knowledge related to science and engineering, most people only have a superficial understanding of it. At this time, there will be people specially arranged by the county magistrate's office to tell them. If they want to know, they can go to the school to listen to classes when they are free to broaden their horizons.
For a time, there was a strong learning atmosphere throughout Yuanluo County.
But some people can't stand it.
The owner of the teahouse opposite the restaurant was particularly worried.
It was the day for newspapers to be published. The owner of the teahouse stood behind the counter, frowned, stared at the empty lobby and began to sigh.
The shopkeeper's son was also surprised by the lack of visitors to his shop. He hurried over a few steps and approached his father, muttering quietly, "Why are there so few people here today?"
The shopkeeper glanced at him and didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "You haven't been back these days. Where have you been hanging out?"
The young man's eyes wandered: "I went out with my friends to see the world..."
The words were obviously fabricated, but the teahouse owner didn't care. He just sighed and said, "You're not young anymore. You have to find a legitimate job. Even if your family has some property, if you don't know how to do anything, it will go bankrupt sooner or later. Go to school someday."
Perhaps because he had been out for many days and felt somewhat guilty, the shopkeeper's son did not say anything and listened obediently.
But when he heard about going to school, he immediately raised his head and said, "Dad, you know me. I hate learning those nonsense. They're so boring."
The shopkeeper wanted to say something to him, but he felt that his words were wasted, so he could only say, "It's up to you, but remember, there are some things you shouldn't touch. Even if you don't make money, don't go out and compensate me."
The young man nodded quickly and changed the subject: "Dad, you haven't told me yet, why is business in the teahouse so depressed?"
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's brows furrowed even more. He looked up at the restaurant across the street where people had already started to enter, and his voice was filled with helplessness: "It's all because of a storyteller who came in across the street. I don't know how good his story was, but he attracted so many people over there. People used to go to restaurants for meals and teahouses for conversations, but now, everyone's gone. Our business has plummeted."
The young man blinked and asked, "Then why don't you find a storyteller?"
The shopkeeper shook his head. "If it was just an ordinary storyteller, why would I be so worried? I heard he's from Fenghe County, and there's only one in the entire Yuanluo County."
"From Fenghe County? Are you talking about that really popular...newspaper out there?"
"Yeah, the things written on it are vague and illusory, and I don't know what's so good about it."
"In that case, Dad, I'll go over there and listen to see what's good about it. Then we can find it."
After saying that, the young man turned around and left, grabbing a handful of sunflower seeds from the counter.
The teahouse owner didn't stop him, but just shook his head.
Seeing this, the waiter came over and asked, "Boss, if you don't want the young boss to go, can I go and stop him right away?"
The teahouse owner said, "No need. I don't think he can hear anything. As long as this kid doesn't cause any trouble for me, then he can listen if he wants."
The waiter responded and said nothing more, but he also had no hope in his heart.
Everyone knows that the husband of their boss is a playboy, not good at either literature or martial arts. This time he probably just went there to listen to the fun and come back when he had enough.
But to their surprise, the young shopkeeper seemed to be leaving without looking back.
I went there in the morning, but he didn't come back until after lunch.
Even though the people who were listening to the story opposite had left, the young manager had no intention of going home.
This made the teahouse owner anxious and angry. He kept muttering to himself, thinking that his son might have found an opportunity to sneak out and play.
A regular customer of the teahouse sitting nearby said to the people at the same table, "We can leave a little later today."
"Why?"
"Didn't you see? The shopkeeper is mad at his son again. I'm afraid there will be something interesting to watch soon."
After hearing this, the person at the same table said, "But I heard that the young manager of the teahouse has not been idle recently. He often goes to see the railway cars and seems to want to work there."
This statement only earned the sneer of a regular customer: "Come on, everyone knows you have to pass an assessment before you can get a job there. I've watched him grow up, and he gets sleepy when he's studying and falls asleep in class. He's got no consistency, it's impossible."
He didn't pay attention to the volume when he spoke, especially since there were fewer guests in the lobby than usual, so his voice reached the shopkeeper's ears.
Who would like others to talk about their son’s shortcomings?
But what they said was the truth and there was no way to refute it.
It is shameful for parents to do this.
At this moment, the young manager had already stepped into the teahouse.
The shopkeeper immediately called out to him, "Where have you been again?" and was about to pull him away, wishing he could drag him to the back and punish him with family discipline.
The young shopkeeper wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he said excitedly, "Dad, I asked the storyteller and found out that he is indeed from Fenghe County. However, the stories in the newspaper are not monopolized. If we want to find someone to read them, the same thing will happen. Even the county governor strongly supports it."
As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper immediately listened to the action, his eyes lit up: "Are you serious?"
"Of course I mean it. I heard it myself!" After a pause, the young shopkeeper continued, "Also, Dad, I have something to tell you."
The shopkeeper was in high spirits, his mind full of the thought of getting someone to buy newspapers and find a storyteller, preferably one who could sing. So when he heard his son speak, he said absentmindedly, "Okay, go ahead."
The young shopkeeper grinned, his voice clear and resonant, "I'm going to register for the academy tomorrow. I've wanted to go before, but I was always afraid of getting tired and not being able to learn. But this time, I'm determined to learn the ropes!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the shopkeeper's expression froze. He looked up blankly and stared at his own playboy son.
The table of regular customers also looked over, their faces filled with surprise.
After a long while, the shopkeeper asked, "You, what did you say?"
The young shopkeeper still smiled, but his voice was much more serious than before: "I want to study."
It was just a simple sentence, even a little incoherent, but it made the shopkeeper's eyes moist and he was speechless.
It's just because he, as a father, knows his child's temper best. He is the kind of person who won't move if you lead him and will go backwards if you hit him.
He was forced to go to school, but he came back in less than a day.
But this time it was the child who brought it up.
Regardless of whether he succeeds in reading it or not, this initiative alone is enough to excite the shopkeeper.
After learning well, the child finally knows that he has learned well.
The first thing he did was to turn around and look at his old customers. His eyes were meaningful, with a hint of pride and a bit of pleasure in slapping someone in the face.
But soon, he looked away.
I was overwhelmed with emotions at that moment.
Normally, she appeared to be stoic, but now she was in tears. She clutched her son's shoulders, opened her mouth but could not utter a word. In the end, she could only squeeze out a few words: "All right, all right. May the ancestors bless you."
The young shopkeeper was a little at a loss, obviously he had never seen his father like this.
But he still insisted: "It's my own decision to learn it. It has nothing to do with my ancestors."
As a result, the shopkeeper slapped the young man on the back, and he grimaced in pain.
It seems that my father is just crying for fun and it doesn't stop him from beating people.
No one else has this kind of strength.
However, even though the shopkeeper cried and beat the man, he still had some doubts.
So I asked, "Why do you suddenly want to go to school?"
The young shopkeeper was immediately intrigued by this topic and said excitedly, "Because I think the people in that story are great. I feel that just eating and drinking is really boring. I should find some ideals and goals."
"Goal? What goal?"
"My goal is the sea of stars!"
Shopkeeper: ...
It’s great that children are happy to go to school, but, what’s the point of saying that they want to reach for the stars? Are they stupid???
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