As the morning light rises, a perfect poached egg is rising on the distant horizon.
The rooster, having just woken up, shook its head left and right, smoothed its feathers, and proudly jumped onto the fence beside it, roaring a resounding "Oh... Oh-oh-oh!" at the fried egg.
The streets and alleys of Mingcheng had already woken up, and fresh fruits and vegetables were being transported into the city from outside. A peddler was bent over by the heavy load of fairy peaches on his shoulders. He walked with his head down and suddenly bumped into a carriage delivering mountain spring water.
"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you blocking the road instead of walking?"
The peddler looked up angrily and questioned, saying that he walked this road every day and even with his eyes closed he knew when and where to lift his legs and where to go down the stairs. Why did the water delivery man stop here for no reason today?
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm leaving now. Someone handed me a list and I got caught up in it."
The water driver saw that his parking position was indeed blocking the road. As the sky gradually brightened, he cried out "Ouch!" and realized that he could not be late in delivering the water. He carefully put the paper he had not finished reading into his arms and shouted "Go!", urging the ox to leave.
Seeing that the driver's attitude was quite good, the peddler half-knelt down, prepared to pick up his load and quickly went to grab a seat.
"Hey, little brother, take a look at this later."
A hand reached out from the air, and an old woman smiled at her kindly and handed him a piece of paper.
"Oh, old lady, thank you, but I can't read."
"Oh, it's okay. This is a painting. You'll understand it once you see it."
The peddler originally thought that the old woman wanted to buy his peaches, but she insisted on asking him to look at some piece of paper. He was just a peach farmer and didn't know any words. This was delaying his business, so the peddler was a little anxious.
But because she was an old lady, he couldn't be forceful and could only take it, rub it casually, and put it in his arms.
"Hey, I'll take it first and look at it for a while."
The peddler hurried off with his basket of peaches. The old lady saw him take the piece of paper and didn't chase him to see it. Instead, she stopped another person and said, "Hey, big sister, take a look at this..."
"What is an old lady of this age doing here so early in the morning? I don't even know what she's posting."
The peach vendor looked back while carrying the peach basket, muttered to himself, and left.
Early in the morning, such scenes were played out all over Mingcheng.
However, the people handing out the pieces of paper were different. There were old ladies, old men, and children, but without exception, they all gave a piece of paper to every passerby.
When the downtown area started to get bustling and shoppers came out, I saw vendors at various stalls holding pieces of paper and looking at them, talking to each other. It was really strange.
Just as he was curious and ready to ask, "Hey, sir, take a look at this..." a hand reached out from the side and handed him a piece of paper that was the same as the ones in the hands of the vendors. Curiosity got the better of him, and he thought it was just some drawings, so it wouldn't hurt to take a look.
So wait until the afternoon.
"Alas, Miss Xin is so pitiful."
"Yes, General Sheng is truly affectionate. He truly deserves to be the God of War of our Dongyao."
"What a pity! Miss Xin is a beautiful woman with a tragic fate. Even the most devoted man cannot resist the eternal separation. And General Sheng is about to marry the princess."
"The Xin family is truly pitiful. They have such a huge fortune, and now who knows who has benefited from it for nothing."
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Xin Wu sat in the carriage, quietly lifted the curtain and looked out, the sounds of passers-by talking constantly reaching his ears.
"Editor-in-Chief, you..."
Lingyun, the assistant who came with her, looked at her with some worry. She was called to work overtime last night and only then did she know that Xin Wu had such a terrible background and such a tragic past.
"It's okay. I'm fine."
Xin Wu patted Lingyun's hand and smiled at her. Although she still felt sad when she heard people talking about her father, when she heard the story of herself and Sheng Jicheng, Xin Wu really didn't care anymore. There was nothing to care about. Now she just wanted to punish Sheng Jicheng and Bai Baozhu as soon as possible, and then take Xin Wei back to the imperial capital.
"Editor-in-Chief, it seems that what we worked on overtime last night was very effective. Almost everyone is talking about it now."
Lingyun is a fourteen-year-old girl about the same age as Zhuzhuer. She is the daughter of the Mi family, a wealthy rice merchant in Beijing. However, she is fond of writing work. When the Gossip Daily was recruiting two years ago, she took the initiative to come and become an employee.
Originally, Xin Wu and Feng Ming were unwilling to recruit her because she was too young, but she went to the daily newspaper every day. Later, seeing that they really liked her, Xin Wu asked her to be trained by his side. Unexpectedly, she was a girl with talent for media work, so Xin Wu brought her to Dongyao this time.
Leave Zhuzhuer to guard the house in the capital, and let Lingyun follow her to gain experience outside. She will be Xin Wu's right-hand man in the future.
But after all, he was young, and when he saw Xin Wu smiling and saying that everything was okay, he really believed it. He rushed to the other side of the carriage and lifted the curtain to look out.
Lingyun had learned some Dongyao dialect, so she could understand some of the vendors' discussions, and reported to Xin Wu happily.
Xin Wu lowered the curtain, picked up the teacup on the coffee table, and took a sip of the warm grapefruit tea. The sweet taste flowed along his lips and tongue and passed through his throat. His chest felt warm, and his heart was beating vigorously. This is what it means to be alive!
"That's not enough. Right now, only the common people are talking about it. We also need to spread the news to the inner chambers of the court officials. Have these people been arranged?"
"It's all arranged. It's mainly done by people sent from Young Marquis Su. People have been assigned to rouge and powder shops, silk and hairpin jewelry shops, dried fruit and meat shops, and so on. Flyers have been handed out to all the ladies and girls who come to buy. Additionally, we've bribed the vendors who deliver daily necessities and meats to the various mansions to bring flyers into the mansions and hand them to the servants who can't leave. By now, it should be spread throughout the ministers' inner chambers by tonight. After all, as you and the Princess said, this isn't a politically sensitive topic. For these people who lack entertainment, it's like honey that can't be missed. There's no need for us to do anything too drastic to promote it."
Lingyun was participating in such a project for the first time and was really excited. Even though he was busy and didn't sleep all night last night, he was still full of energy seeing the lively discussions all over the street.
"You've done a great job. Looks like I'll let you take charge of a section when you return!"
Xin Wu looked at Lingyun with appreciation. The little girl was really good. Last night, she came up with a plan, drew a draft, printed it, and arranged people, and she didn't let anyone down at all.
It seems that I did make a wise choice.
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