Chapter 337 Paper Kite Junhe no longer had the arrogance he had when talking to Bi Tao. He hunched over and sat down against the rockery. It was full of dust, but it was a corner that belonged to him alone. Junhe took out a book from the gap between two Taihu stones. Red candle resentment. The pages were covered with dark fingerprints, and Jun He added a few more. He used a half-burnt branch to write a string of strange characters on the paper. He found a paper kite from the cave in the rockery. The paper kite was very simple, with a layer of paper pasted on a field-shaped frame and a long streamer underneath. The emperor used to establish a vassal state in Qingzhou, and the people of Qingzhou liked to fly paper kites. When the emperor was in Qingzhou, he followed the local customs and occasionally flew kites. The palace also collected several treasures from famous craftsmen. When they arrived at Jinling, the ladies were lonely in the palace, and the emperor advocated frugality. They could not listen to operas, sing or dance, or go out for shopping. Apart from playing small cards, the ladies can only play kites. The queen and the fourth concubine who came from Qingzhou's dormitory often flew paper kites, and other concubines and even maids in the palace also followed suit. The emperor occasionally saw the paper kites floating in the air and would praise them. Therefore, the paper kites became a symbol of the palace. The most popular activity is open to everyone, regardless of high or low status.
Junhe's paper kite is the ugliest and it doesn't fly very high. Junhe likes to fly it where no one is, because no one will laugh at him there. Junhe took the half-burnt branch and copied the characters written on the paper onto the ribbon of the paper kite. Then he crumpled the paper and stuffed it into his mouth to eat. Junhe came to the place where he often kept paper kites again. A chamberlain saw the ugly paper kite in his hand and said with a smile: "Junhe, give me ten cents and I will make a beautiful one for you." " This chamberlain is from Qingzhou. Although the paper kites he made are not as good as those made by craftsmen, they are still better than Junhe's. Junhe rolled his eyes and took his paper kite to the courtyard wall. The chamberlain sighed and cursed: "A yard sweeper is imitating other people's flying kites. It's not fishy or fishy." Junhe's kite just took off and fell to the ground. The chamberlain saw it from a distance and burst into laughter. "What kind of people fly what kind of kites? Ugly and stupid people are destined to sweep the yard for a lifetime." Junhe pretended not to hear. He held his breath and tried several times. Finally, he made the kite fly high, with long streamers flying in the wind. There was only a string of strange characters on the bare kite, as if the painting was broken. pattern. A boy of thirteen or fourteen raised his head and looked at the paper kite. His name was Xiaoxiang. The friends next to me also raised their heads: "This paper kite is the same as mine. Hehe, I will also draw on the streamer next time." Xiaoxiang said nothing and silently kept the string of characters in his heart. "I want to make a wish, Goudan. Let's go to the old locust tree and make a wish." Goudan: "Okay, I want to make a wish for my mother to have a sister, so that no one will compete with me for the family property." Xiaoxiang: "I guess your mother would like to have a younger brother to keep you company." Goudan: "I don't need a little Maotou to keep me company. Can he help me work or fight? If I want a baby, I will have a wife in two years, so I want my wife to give birth to me. I don't need a brother. My mother wanted to have a baby, so she gave birth to a younger sister. " Xiaoxiang gave a thumbs up: "Tongtong, I don't support the wall, I just obey you."
Goudan smiled proudly: "Let's go to the old locust tree to make a wish!" In the evening, He Hua came to the old locust tree as usual. "Sister-in-law Hehua, I went to buy salted duck again. I came late today, I'm afraid it's sold out." Someone greeted her. He Hua complained: "A few customers came in just before closing time. I'm most afraid of this. Customers come in when it's about to close. Alas, there's nothing I can do." The man smiled and said: "Isn't that how business is? The more customers come, the more you make. It's worth it!" He Hua smiled and said, "Yes, it's business, yes. I'll go pay my respects to the old man Sophora japonica and ask him to bless me to make more money. If I make more money, I can eat salted duck every day." The man thought it made sense. Sister-in-law Hehua loved eating salted duck so much, and she only ate from the one nearby. He Hua raised her head and saw the simple purse. The purse was hanging here. Something happened in the palace. He Hua took out a red silk strip from her sleeve. She and Miao Zhu borrowed a pen and wrote the four words "safety in and out" on the red silk strip. She walked to the old locust tree and jumped up with all her strength. . She hung the red silk strip on the branch, picked off a simple yet familiar purse and put it into her sleeve. He Hua returned to her small shop. The outside of the shop was deserted, and there were no good aunties. He Hua thought to herself, yes, the ancestors are here. Since the last incident happened, Master He ordered this ancestor to take charge of the affairs of Jinling. After all, some information was sent from Jinling to the capital, and the best time to deal with it would be missed every time. It was this ancestor's temper that gave He Hua a headache just thinking about it. Entering the shop, sure enough, Xiugu was sitting there with a big horse and a golden sword. She seemed to have one man in charge, and no one could stop her. After He Hua gave Xiu Gu a gift, she went into the inner room, took out a piece of talisman paper with special characters from her purse, picked up the book "Red Candle Resentment", and started translating according to the characters. Soon, He Hua wrote two sentences on the incense ashes. She remembered these two sentences firmly, smoothed the incense ashes, and went to report to Xiugu. After listening to He Hua's report, Xiu Gu remained silent for a long time. Then she waved her hand: "Okay, you have nothing to do here, go out." He Hua, this seems to be my place. If I were not here, where would I go? A few days later in the capital, He Ran received news that the Qian family's home had been ransacked. He Ran sighed. When the Qian brothers were making a lot of money for the new emperor, they would never have imagined that before their bodies were cold, their eldest nephew would "righteously" ransack their home. That was also the new emperor’s maternal family. "What is He Yamin doing? Let her do it." An hour later, He Yamin received his errand and hurried back home. He Yamin was a special being. He Ran did not have a general affairs department for the time being, so he handed over the Di newspaper to He Yamin and her team. There are currently two types of Dibao. One is the morning newspaper, which mainly focuses on government orders and public sentiment reported by local government offices. The second is the evening newspaper. The evening newspaper is closer to the people, closer to life, and more interesting. He Ran's ideal is to have a morning paper and an evening paper published every day, but now due to technical limitations of typesetting and printing, the morning paper can only be issued once every five days, and the evening paper can only be issued once every three days. He Yamin's team has also grown from a team of four at the beginning to thirty people. Most of these people were selected from the second examination.
The Morning News has published five issues today, and the Evening News has published eight issues. The response has been great and the effect is very good. He Yamin does not have her own office, she works at home. The reason for this is that He Ran believes that people who are engaged in literature and art do not like to be restricted. They need a relaxed working environment in order to burst out unlimited inspiration. Besides, people who stay up all night drawing can't be allowed to do 996. As far as she knows, He Yamin and her team always stay up all night. Therefore, He Ran gave He Yamin an uncle's mansion, yes, it was the official residence of the Qian family in the capital. This is He Yamin's home, and it is also where she and her team of thirty people work. In addition, there is a separate area in the house for a printing workshop. The popular comic strips, as well as the recent morning and evening newspapers, are all printed here. Around. As soon as He Yamin entered the house, he saw Yuan Gang preparing to go out. After the fall of the King of Jin, Yuan Gang stayed in Baoding. He Yamin had his own house and wrote a letter asking him to come to the capital. Yuan Gang was coy and refused to come. When Du Hui found out, he scolded him, and then he carried it. His brand of iron-clad magic has come to the capital. After arriving in the capital, He Ran asked him what he wanted to do. Yuan Gang: I just want to lie down and die, and I don’t want to do anything. He Ran let him go. So Yuan Gang went wherever there was excitement every day, hanging out in the market and having a good time. Seeing his daughter, Yuan Gang immediately straightened his clothes and put on a smile: "Daughter, are you going to see the boss? You must be tired. Go back to the house and rest. I have someone make ginseng tea for you. Remember If you want to drink, it’s not okay to stay up late.” He Yamin felt warm in her heart. She smiled and nodded: "I know how to drink. Dad, you don't have any money, so you can take these." As she spoke, she took out a ten-tael silver note from her arms and tried to stuff it into Yuan Gang's hand. Yuan Gang refused to take it no matter what: "You underestimate your father, don't you? Your father doesn't have to spend any money when he goes out. There are many people who want to treat your father to tea." He didn't brag, he just pointed at the comic strip in the child's hand and said, "My daughter drew this." Or take an evening newspaper and point to the three words He Yamin at the bottom: "My daughter is awesome, right?" Then, the aunt who sells a big bowl of tea will let him drink until he is full, and then say: "Go home after drinking. It's broad daylight, so don't dream." There were also those scholars who took the evening newspaper away from him with a look of disdain: "Go back and look in the mirror. Can someone like you give birth to a talented woman?" Most of the female officers under He Ran were famous for their fighting prowess, such as He Xiulong, He Xiaoyan, and the new royal guard He Mingyue. He Yamin is the only one who is well-known for his talents. At first, some people thought that her comic strips were not worthy of recognition. However, as the words of editor-in-chief He Yamin appeared in the morning and evening newspapers, He Yamin's name as a talented woman was confirmed by those who read. No matter what He Yamin's background was, she would never be the daughter of the crazy guy in front of her. Yuan Gang is not angry either. As long as his daughter recognizes him, he will be satisfied. After repeated refusals, Yuan Gang finally accepted the money from his daughter. Seeing that his daughter is in such a hurry, the boss must have assigned her a new task. His daughter is capable and promising. One daughter is worth ten sons, hahahaha! Yuan Gang laughed and left. He Yamin was confused. He wanted to ask Dr. Jiang to come and see if his brain was injured due to an old illness while undercover in the Jin army. There was no way. The father and daughter didn't have time to spend together until they came to the capital. In fact, they didn't know each other well.
Seeing his father leaving, He Yamin put away the smile on his face. Master He did give her a new task, and before this new task, Master He told her a story. That is a story written with blood and tears by countless girls. At that moment, He Yamin wanted to chop that man into pieces. She hated herself for being so stupid, unable to pick up a knife or wield a sword. But Master He told her: "Your pen is your sword, your words and your paintings are your sword. Go ahead, pick up your sword, cut through the wind and rain, and stir up thousands of waves!" Master He also assigned a helper to her. "Who is it?" she asked. Master He Da said: "He will find you himself, and you will know when the time comes." Two hours later, He Yamin knew who the person sent to her by Master He was. Boyan! "Mr. Bai, why is it you?" The person who spoke was not only He Yamin, but also the young people in the team. Most of them came from the Second Examination, and they all knew the famous Mr. Bai, who was equivalent to the Imperial Master. When they first arrived in the capital, they heard people doubt Bai Yan's knowledge, but later these doubts gradually disappeared. Bai Yan was not only a scholar, he also had military exploits. He was one of the great contributors to the reconquest of Lu. But they didn't expect that Bai Yan would stand in front of them, standing in their messy room. Bai Yan smiled and said to everyone: "From now on, I am one of you." He looked at He Yamin again: "Master Yamin, please arrange work for me." Work, this is a word that the boss often talks about, and now they all have learned it. There were more than a dozen adults named He in the capital. In order to distinguish them, everyone had to add their names in front of the adults. He Yamin is Lord Yamin. This title seemed strange at first, but he got used to it after calling him. He Yamin guessed that the person sent to her by the headmaster must have some background, otherwise he would not have been appointed by the headmaster himself, but she never dreamed that it would be Bai Yan. "Okay, Mr. Bai, come with me, and I'll tell you about our mission this time." Until this moment, He Yamin's heart was still weeping for those poor girls. She didn't know that the gentle and dignified Mr. Bai in front of her was the father of one of the girls. Bai Yan was extremely grateful to He Ran for his arrangement. After he came back from Lu, he was busy handing over various tasks with the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of War. Feng Zan was a big boss. It was best for him not to interfere in these matters. Once he intervened, he would keep more and more things. The situation became more and more chaotic, so Bai Yan never returned to King Zhao. Now that the handover work was finally completed, when Bai Yan was about to come to see He Ran, He Ran took the lead in inviting him over. He Ran asked him to assist He Yamin. Seeing the confusion in He Yamin's eyes, Bai Yan smiled bitterly and said, "My family has lived in Qingzhou for generations. I have a daughter. That year..." He Yamin felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Her whole body was as cold as ice, and she clenched her fists tightly. Every word she spoke seemed to burst out from the cracks in the ice: "The copywriting for the first issue will be handed over to Mr. Bai."
Bai Yan cupped his fists and saluted: "Bo Yan accepts the order!"