The war of words lasted for more than half a year. At first, it was only known among intellectuals, but later more and more people knew about it.
From wealthy businessmen and officials to ordinary people.
Everyone felt strange when they saw that the usually well-mannered scholar could be so rude when scolding others.
That feeling is called the excitement of eating melons. Even ordinary people who cannot read will run to the teahouse to listen to people talk about what people have cursed today.
The interactions between the two sides added a lot of fun to these ordinary people.
It also gave folk storytellers more content to tell.
Li Bian-ton was the first storyteller to tell "The Story of Chang Ping". He became famous and made a lot of money by telling An Jingzhi's first novel.
Although many storytellers later began to tell this novel, he was the first to start and naturally earned more than others.
He also has unique storytelling skills. When telling stories, he can not only make the plot vivid and interesting, but also imitate the various sounds in it, giving people an immersive feeling. Therefore, many people are willing to come and listen to his storytelling.
From then on, he adopted the pen name Shanhe and read almost every issue of Tongxing Newspaper.
During the period when he had no novels to serialize, he would occasionally tell everyone about national affairs. Although not many people listened, there were still some listeners. At least it was better than telling those stories that he had almost told to death.
"Speaking of these cultural people, they are first of all human beings, and only when they possess culture can they be called cultural people." Lee Bian-ton spoke eloquently while sitting in the upper position.
On the right hand side was the newspaper he had just bought today.
"When they really get angry, the swearing of intellectuals is actually not much different from that of ordinary people. They still take care of their parents. Everyone has seen this recently."
The audience burst into laughter.
Regardless of whether they can read or not, everyone is willing to come here to listen to Lee Bian-ton. It's like watching a very interesting movie or book and then wanting to find someone to discuss it with.
There are many listeners here, no matter whether they can read or not, after listening to Lee Bian-ton's explanation, everyone can find someone to share their thoughts with.
"If you ask me, these people are just jealous that Mr. Shanhe's writing is better than theirs. If they can't write better than him, then they can only curse."
"Everyone, listen to what Zheng Zhemin has to say. He's actually accusing Mr. Shanhe of writing popular novels as a waste of his time."
"They also said Mr. Shanhe's first novel, 'The Story of Chang Ping,' was nonsense."
"This Zheng Zhemin is really not a good person." An audience member immediately cursed.
"I don't think he has written anything himself. All I hear is him cursing this and that." Someone echoed.
Seeing everyone's indignation, the storyteller slowly said, "The popular novel 'Chang Ping Ji' was originally written for ordinary people like us."
"It's a big deal for ordinary people to be able to read, why would they need to understand the art of writing? Mr. Shanhe is trying to simplify things for our sake."
"Do you remember when 'The Story of Chang Ping' was first serialized, many people criticized it? What happened later?"
The storyteller sneered, "Aren't there quite a few people who followed suit? It's all just jealousy. It's a shame what they wrote was pure bullshit; it won't sell at all."
"Even these noble men of letters cannot escape the worldly pursuit of fame and fortune."
"That's right!" said a gruff audience member. "We've seen clearly over the past six months that these intellectuals are just like us. When they get angry, they'll curse anything. Sometimes, they curse even more vulgarly than we do!"
The storyteller chuckled, stood up, and bowed, saying, "It's good that everyone understands this principle. That's all for today. Please come back early tomorrow."
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The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are more and more wars. Every day we hear that a war is about to break out here or there.
Upon hearing that a group of refugees had arrived outside the city, the three sisters handed over their work clearly and prepared to recruit some workers from outside, so as to give those people a chance to survive.
The scale of the textile factory has expanded a little, and the situation at the newspaper has stabilized. The war of words that has lasted for such a long time is nearing its end.
I also heard that the country was in turmoil and the people were suffering from disasters, so the main content published in the newspapers became disaster relief and war.
Upon hearing that the three mothers were going out of the city to recruit workers, An Jingzhi decided to go with them. Although there were soldiers watching outside, he felt uneasy if he didn't go with them.
To ensure safety, they found a few strong men from the textile factory to follow and protect them. Then they dressed neatly and walked out.
…
Outside the city and inside the city are completely two different worlds.
What was once a farmland is now occupied by a group of refugees wearing tattered clothes and covered in mud.
On both sides of the city gate were soldiers armed with live ammunition standing guard, their guns cocked. Anyone who dared to step into the city gate would be shot dead immediately.
Looking at the huge crowd of refugees, the three sisters felt sympathetic. They were in a similar state of disarray when they first came to the Magic City from scratch.
The only difference between them and these people is that they dressed themselves up like that to avoid encountering danger on the road, but these people have really reached the end of their rope.
"Master Jun, please let us in. We've come so far and there's nothing to eat around here. I'll just buy something and come out. I have money, I have money!"
The soldier on guard remained calm and shouted, "Retreat! Anyone who dares to take another step forward will be shot immediately!"
"I have money..." The man, with the gun pointed at his chest, immediately stepped back in fear and dared not shout anymore.
Unable to enter the city and knowing that he had revealed his wealth, he quickly blended into the crowd. The hungry wolf-like eyes disappeared with regret after they could no longer see him.
Under the protection of a group of soldiers, many people with the same purpose as the three sisters came to the door to recruit workers.
But what is different from them is that these people only want to recruit strong men, and the elderly and children are not within their consideration.
Of course, there are also women who can be recruited, but no one is sure what kind of work they will do after being recruited.
The three of them looked at it for a while with an expression of pity on their faces, turned around, walked to the registration office nearby, explained that they wanted to recruit workers, and the other party followed them with two soldiers.
She shouted to the crowd, "We are hiring ten textile workers. We require hardworking people with textile experience. Anyone who meets the requirements, please get in line!"
As soon as the words fell, a group of people rushed towards the three sisters without caring about their lives.
"Finally, line up for me. If you don't, get out now!" The man shouted loudly with a stern face.
Under the threat of black gunpoint, these people with dirty faces quickly squeezed into the team.
The line was slowly growing longer, and even men were squeezing in.
When the soldiers on both sides saw a strong man pushing aside the woman in front of him and standing inside, they immediately walked over with their guns and kicked the man away.
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