A few days later, the sun shone through the morning mist in Youzhou City and sprinkled on the lively streets.

With anticipation in mind, Xi Yu walked into Su Yu's room where he worked.

When he saw the finished product of the first Youzhou weekly newspaper, his eyes were filled with excitement.

His hands were trembling slightly, as if he was holding a precious treasure.

"This newspaper is simply amazing! Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu, you did a very good job!" Xi Yu's voice was full of praise.

Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu showed modest smiles on their faces.

They said in unison: "The Prime Minister has been over-reward."

The room was filled with a faint fragrance of ink, and various maps and documents were hung on the walls.

The sun shines through the windows, illuminating the neatly stacked newspapers on the table.

Xi Yu raised his head, looked at Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu firmly, and said, "Now, we want this newspaper to spread throughout Youzhou City. The soldiers are ready and let them distribute the newspaper to every corner."

Sun Zhaomeng and Su Yu nodded and responded: "Yes, Prime Minister!"

Afterwards, Xi Yu led the soldiers to the streets and alleys of Youzhou City.

Their steps are firm and powerful, as if they are shouldering an important mission.

At the lively market, Xi Yu personally handed the newspapers to people and said loudly: "This is our Youzhou weekly newspaper, I hope everyone can like it!"

People gathered around, flipping through the newspaper curiously, with a look of joy on their faces.

Under the sunshine, the entire Youzhou City is full of vitality and vitality. This newspaper is like a ray of light, illuminating people's lives and bringing new hope to the city.

The morning sun shines on the lively market, people come and go, and noisy sounds fill every corner.

"Look, what is this?" A young man pointed at the newspaper in his hand in surprise.

"This is a new newspaper!" the person next to him replied.

"Wow, there is so much news on it, it's so intriguing!"

"Yes, I never thought about getting information like this before."

"You said, this is the solution that the Prime Minister thought of?"

"It must be him, he is really a wise person!"

People started talking, their faces filled with excitement and admiration.

At this time, an old man came over, looked at the newspaper in his hand, and said with emotion: "The Prime Minister is really concerned about the people. This propaganda method allows us to understand national affairs more easily."

People around him nodded in agreement.

The noise in the market was heard one after another, and people were immersed in discussions about new things.

In a teahouse on the corner of the street, several people sat together, talking about the appearance of newspapers.

"The Prime Minister is really amazing. This innovative idea will surely change our lives."

"Yes, we can learn more about it through the newspaper in the future."

"I hope this good publicity method can continue."

The teahouse is filled with a faint fragrance of tea, and people's conversations are full of expectations for the future.

Ouyang Linlin was also reading the newspaper, and she said to Xiaohong: "I really didn't expect that there is such a way to deliver messages in the world."

"It means the Prime Minister is really amazing."

Jia Xu's store.

In the early morning, the sun shines through the windows of the cloth shop and sprinkles on the shelves with colorful cloth.

Jia Xu stood silently in the store, sighing in his heart.

As a former strategist, he is now working as a clerk in this small cloth shop, and his heart is naturally full of imbalance.

The store was filled with a faint smell of cotton cloth, and customers were in and out, selecting the fabric they liked. Jia Xu stood behind the counter with a helpless look on his face, but his thoughts had already floated far away.

At this time, a customer came to the door and said fiercely: "Why did you give me a few feet of cloth in your store?"

The boss rushed over and saw this scene. When he saw it, he scolded Jia Xu angrily and said, "Old Jia, why are you doing things? You can't do such a small thing well!"

Jia Xu did not say his real name, but called himself Jia San.

Jia Xu lowered his head and said softly: "Boss, I'm sorry, it's my negligence."

The boss glared at him.

"Don't have another time, or you don't do it here!"

After saying that, the boss turned around to comfort the angry customer.

Jia Xu looked at them silently, feeling mixed in his heart.

He secretly told himself that in order to survive, he could only slowly adapt to this new identity.

At this time, the streets outside the store were bustling with people rushing to the road.

But Jia Xu felt a little lonely and helpless in this lively atmosphere.

After several days, Jia Xu was busy in the cloth shop.

The sky outside was gloomy and covered with dark clouds. After a while, the rain began to drizzle.

People on the street hurriedly avoided, and Jia Xu looked at the rain outside the store and felt a little bored.

At this time, a figure walked into the cloth shop.

Jia Xu looked closely and found that it turned out to be an old monk.

He was very surprised because the old monk was the one who received him when he went to the temple that day.

The light in the store was a little dim. Jia Xu hurriedly met him and said with a smile: "Master, why are you here? It's raining so hard."

The old monk smiled slightly and replied, "Amitabha, I am passing by here and seeing the rain getting heavier, so I came here to shelter from the rain. However, I met the donor here, which was a fate."

Jia Xu asked the old monk to sit down aside, handed over a cup of hot tea, and said, "That day I was enlightened by the master in the temple, and I benefited a lot from the younger generation. I didn't expect to see the master again here today, which is a coincidence."

At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier outside, hitting the window, making crackling sounds.

The pedestrians on the streets gradually became rare, and the whole world seemed to be covered by rain.

The old monk took a sip of tea and said slowly: "There are causes and conditions in the world. The donor can meet me here because of fate."

Jia Xu nodded thoughtfully and said, "What the master said is very true. Now I am a mate in this cloth shop. Although I still feel unwilling to accept it, I am slowly adapting."

The old monk smiled and said, "Life is impermanent, there is no need to be too persistent. It is a kind of wisdom for the donor to follow the times."

After hearing this, Jia Xu suddenly felt enlightened.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops were hitting the doors and windows violently, and a thin layer of puddles had already accumulated on the street.

The old monk looked at the rain outside the window, frowned, and said, "I'm afraid I can't leave tonight, so I have to go and find the inn."

Jia Xu thought for a while and said, "Master, this place is far from the inn. It's raining outside now and the road is slippery and difficult to walk. Why don't you squeeze with me tonight? My bed is very big and spacious."

The old monk hesitated for a moment and said, "Will this be too troublesome to the donor?"

Jia Xu waved his hand quickly and said with a smile: "The masters used to receive juniors, and today they can also receive masters. This is also a kind of fate, and the master does not need to refuse."

At this time, the lights in the store seemed particularly warm, forming a sharp contrast with the bitter wind and rain outside.

Jia Xu looked at the old monk with sincerity in his eyes.

The old monk smiled and nodded, saying, "thank you, donor."

The rain outside was still pouring down, showing no sign of stopping.

The old monk soon fell asleep on Jia Xu's bed, his breathing was steady and his expression was peaceful.

Jia Xu couldn't help feeling a little calm in his heart as he looked at the old monk sleeping.

He gently covered the old monk with a quilt, and then lay down beside him.

Jia Xu's bed was indeed very big, and he felt a little empty when he lay on it.

However, he was feeling very relaxed.

Although the boss didn't like Jia Xu, he gave him a big bed.

Jia Xu closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

In his sleep, he seemed to see his glorious moments, and those wisdom and strategies flashed in his mind.

In the second half of the night, the moonlight shone through the window on the ground of the room, forming mottled light and shadows.

The old monk stood up gently, put on his cassock, and walked carefully towards the toilet.

Jia Xu woke up in a daze in his sleep and rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the old monk's back.

Through the moonlight, he saw some scars, which were intertwined, especially shocking.

Jia Xu was shocked, and quickly sat up and asked softly: "Master, what's the scar on your back?"
To be continued...