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spn Although he was born as the number one scholar in the late Qing Dynasty, Yuan Jiagu was a rare and enlightened virtuous person. His status as the number one scholar in economic special subjects also made him different from ordinary eight-legged students, and his thoughts were much broader.

When he was the official capital, he not only compiled historiography, but also actively promoted the protection of cultural relics in Dunhuang and recovered some scriptures that foreigners intended to buy for scrap paper prices.[]

Later, he served as a scholar in Southeast China and served as a scholar in Zhejiang. He also had a reputation for being honest and good at learning. Forced by the situation to return to Yunnan, this late Qing Dynasty official returned home calmly, writing books for fun and selling calligraphy for a living.

Yuan Jiagu, who was originally middle-aged and full of ambitions, naturally hit it off after meeting Zhang Shusheng. The two chatted closely, talking about the preparation of the school, the allocation of funds, the recruitment of teachers and the purchase of equipment. It was not until midnight that Zhang Shusheng returned to the inn. When he was leaving, Yuan Jiagu even walked to the door personally.

Zhang Shusheng admired Yuan Jiagu's character very much, but it was not that he was misled by his reputation in later generations. Historical data cannot be fully trusted. The true appearance of many high-ranking people in history is probably worse than that of male thieves and female prostitutes.[

The reason is that he devoted himself to compiling history, was honest and self-reliant, and had a simple but not pedantic heart of patriotism and public service.

The reason is that he is an old minister of the late Qing Dynasty and was born as a scholar, but he is willing to rent a house in Kunming to make a living, write books and sell calligraphy, and live indifferently. What this kind of person lacks is not an ambitious heart, but an unappreciated talent. Maybe let him It is empty talk to follow him to do big things and raise any big banners, but it is perfect for him to be the president of the university that is about to be established.

Early in the morning, Zhang Shusheng sent a guard to help Yuan Jiagu handle some family matters so that he could leave for Huize in a few days. He also sent another guard to inquire about some gossip about special talents.

After eating some simple breakfast, he walked out the door. Zhang Shusheng, who had not gone shopping alone for a long time, felt that even the sunshine was a little different.

Think about the streets in later generations, which seem to be bustling with people coming and going, but in fact they are mostly cold-faced, aloof and proud passers-by. Compare this to the people in front of you, although they are simply dressed and have good faces, but they give people a sense of The feeling of true kindness.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..." The rickshaw carrying passengers sped past, and the small iron bells on it made a crisp sound.

"Candied haws on a haws~ delicious candied haws on a haws!" The old man with a white scarf on his head, wearing a white gray shirt washed in a bathroom, dragging a group of greedy children behind him, walked through the streets.

"Beep... beep..." The ear-piercing old-fashioned car honked its noisy horn as it drove past. Occasionally, one or two luxuriously dressed women wearing gold and silver could be seen sitting in the car, but I didn't know they were from well-known families. Guiyuan is still a flower in the social circle.

"Make way, make way, here comes the water, here comes the water..." The barefoot children huddled up and carefully carried tea as they passed by, carrying an iron kettle with a long spout.

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Zhang Shusheng stopped on the street and looked at all this with emotion. The responsibilities entrusted by the times have never been more important.

While he was deep in thought, a young man with a cloth bag hanging on his chest ran over with clearly visible bruises on his face. He stopped the passers-by and asked them one by one in a pleading tone:

"Sir, buy a newspaper!"

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"Madam, please bring me a newspaper. Please, my mother is starving to death..."

"Go away, go away."

"Boss, please buy a newspaper. It contains news about the Kunming military government's suppression of bandits..."

"Go away, I'm almost dying of poverty, what's the point of being a bandit? I still want to be a bandit."

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Zhang Shusheng stopped under a wooden sign with an old movie promotion poster on the street, watching the young man move from far to near, but not a single newspaper was sold.

After being disappointed again and again, trying again and again, and even being knocked down occasionally, the newspaper boy got up resolutely, patted the dirt off his body, wiped his palms carefully, and started selling newspapers again.

Yes, this is not a big city like Shanghai. In this year, if there is no big news, it is difficult to sell newspapers. Zhang Shusheng took out the cigarettes trial produced by Xiaoqingshan Cigarette Factory, clipped one out, and lit it with a pop of lighter.

Finally, he saw the child coming to his side.

"Sir, please, buy a newspaper. If you buy a copy of The Times, you will get a copy of the Evening News." The child's face was not outstanding, perhaps just a face that represented the public of this era, but Zhang Shusheng felt a little distressed.

The bruise on his face was obviously from being beaten.

"My mother is going to starve to death. Please do me a favor and buy one. Or I can give you two as a gift." The child saw that Zhang Shusheng was dressed unusually, and Zhang Shusheng's initial silence gave him some hope.

What can I say, maybe it is really a tragedy of the times. At the age of eight or nine, he should have been in school and raised by his parents, but instead he was begging for help one by one on the street. Zhang Shusheng squatted down and blew out a smoke ring.

I thought, maybe I also have the power to change the fate of others.

Many people even have the power to change the fate of the most vulnerable, but they just refuse to do it.

"Little guy, tell me how many newspapers you have in your pocket!"

"First of all, sir, I, I don't know...I can only count within tens..."

"You don't need to call me sir, just call me uncle." Zhang Shusheng was silent. There was innocence, timidity, and even shame on the child's face, a complicated expression. He patted his clean face and tidied up the sewing for him.

The little linen clothes that had been mended many times gave him an encouraging look: "Uncle, I happen to be free today, how about I help you sell newspapers? Uncle has a loud voice, and the whole street can hear it when he shouts, so you can

The newspaper will be sold soon, and you can go back to take care of your mother early..."

"Thank you, uncle." The brightest smile finally appeared on the child's face. Perhaps, at his age, he still doesn't know how to guard against others.

"Selling newspapers, a story that a certain warlord leader and three women have to tell! Absolutely exciting, absolutely hot!"

"It's a strange thing in the world, it's a strange thing in the world, a certain famous painter is shameless in his paintings. Come and buy, come and see, the painters are shameless in their paintings, just like the ancients and the later ones."

"Big news, extraordinarily big news, Marshal Sun is firing in Guangdong, which will ensure the Republic to the end!"

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A simple newspaper, originally just a few simple news, was slightly modified and became a big selling point of another kind. A large bag of newspapers was sold out in almost no time. The two of them made several trips together. Thank you for your hard work.

In the morning, I sold the shares that a child wouldn't be able to sell in half a month.

In a corner of the streets of Kunming, passers-by will always find a handsome young man in black slim-fitting clothes and a dirty little kid shouting and selling newspapers together on the street, attracting passers-by to either stop to buy newspapers or point out.

However, at this time, no one knew him.

Zhang Shusheng sent the newspaper boy who had gained a lot of money to the door of the old alley where his family lived. He did not follow him. He squatted down and held his scarred little hands and smiled: "I know why newspapers can be sold so fast."

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"I don't know!" The child held two meat buns in his hand and a small amount of money from selling newspapers in his pocket. He smiled happily and looked back at the depths of the alley, where he could vaguely see the slums. "Uncle, my mother is really

I'm sick... I didn't lie to you, why don't you follow me in and have a look."

"Well, uncle believes in you. If you want to buy a good newspaper, you must try to read some books when you have the opportunity. Here is an envelope and a medicine. I gave the medicine to your mother. Believe me, uncle, it can make your mother better.

! This envelope was left to you by your uncle. You must give it to your mother for safekeeping. Remember, ten years later today, ask your mother to open this letter for you." Patting his shoulder, Zhang Shusheng stood up and said

Pointing in the direction of the alley, "Go back and remember what uncle said. The money from selling newspapers today is enough for you to live for half a month. Take good care of your mother and say hello to uncle."

"Well, I must remember what uncle said." The child happily ran towards the alley, turning back after a few steps, as if he wanted to remember this good man he met early in the morning deep in his heart, thinking that he would be able to recognize him when he met on the street in the future.

Come out him.[

Zhang Shusheng watched the child disappear at the end of the alley, and his last innocent smile at the corner. He was really the most hard-working child. He did not give up on himself despite all the hardships. His expression of hope while struggling for life almost made him feel sad.

He remembers it forever.

He smiled lightly and said to himself: "Ten years, if you still have hope, uncle will not let you down."

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