Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

After all, it was a temporary plan.

What is needed is speed, so that it can reach everyone's hands and ears the next day and be widely publicized. Of course, there is no time to make the content so rich.

As the newspaper was brought in, everyone in the audience subconsciously held their breath and focused, watching the storyteller's hand reach out for the newspaper in front of him, skillfully opening it and reading...

Inside the huge lobby of Zuiyue Tower.

There was a brief silence.

However, this silence was soon interrupted by a completely unexpected sound: "Bang--"

The old man reading the newspaper with a gavel in his right hand...

The first time he failed, the gavel in his hand fell to the ground.

The expression on his wrinkled old face seemed to be completely frozen - his mouth was wide open, his cloudy eyes were wide open, and there was visible disbelief in them.

This sudden accident.

There was an uproar in the originally quiet lobby.

"Hiss... What's wrong with this old man today? He even lost the gavel, the guy who eats?"

"The point is what he saw, right?"

"Yes, it must be the news in the extra edition of the newspaper. It is too shocking, or even unbelievable."

Seeing the old man reading the newspaper like this, everyone below was of course speculating and talking about it. As long as they were not stupid, they would know that he must have become like this because of the news in the newspaper.

This of course made everyone even more itchy.

It feels like a kitten is scratching it.

At least this was the first time they had seen the old man on the stage behave so out of control.

However, everyone quickly turned their speculation to Zhu Yunhuan: "So...what did His Majesty do again?"

When they said this, there was no hesitation or uncertainty in their tone. Although they were asking questions, they sounded like statements.

After all, Zhu Yunhuan had played too many tricks in the past.

This guess is very reasonable.

"Sir! Sir... ? Please stop standing there in a daze! Read the newspaper faster! Please read the newspaper faster. Tell us what His Majesty has done!" Some people were so anxious that they boldly opened the microphone and urged the stunned old storyteller to speak.

Others also echoed and shouted towards the stage.

The lobby suddenly became extremely noisy.

The old storyteller on the stage, who was so shocked, surprised and incredulous, was brought back to his senses by the voices of the crowd.

He belatedly took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

Then he stood up from his seat, and because his movements were so big, the armchair under his butt was overturned by his movements.

Followed by.

The old storyteller knelt down in the direction of the Forbidden City, his cloudy eyes filled with tears. He clasped his hands, prostrated himself, and shouted, "Venerable as Heaven! Virtuous as Heaven! Your Majesty... Long live Your Majesty! Long live! Long, long live!!"

When he saw the headline in the newspaper.

He was used to this shocking style and was not surprised by it. However, when he read on carefully, he realized how horrifying this article was!

Sweet potatoes!!

Auspicious!!!

The grain yield per mu is more than 3,000 kilograms!

The old storyteller knelt down and bowed deeply. When he stood up again, his face was already covered with tears... Every wrinkle on his shriveled cheeks seemed to be covered with tears.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!!!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!!!"

He bowed and called out three times in succession, and the crying tone in his voice became heavier each time.

The third time he stood up.

The old man, with white hair and beard, was out of breath and crying uncontrollably, just like a baby in confinement who was crying for breath.

Or you could say...it's precisely because he's old that he feels so deeply.

Although he had become a qualified rhythm master under Ma Sanbao's training over the past six months, his kneeling, shouting, and crying...

But it is completely my true intention.

do not forget.

At his age, he, like Zhu Yuanzhang, had come through an era of starvation and cannibalism!

It was such an auspicious sign to see that the grain yield was over 3,000 kilograms per mu.

How can I not be crazy?

Of course, although his subconscious behavior had no original intention of leading the conversation, it was precisely this natural reaction that made everyone's curiosity reach its peak:

"This...what happened to the old man? Why did he suddenly kneel down and shout "Long live"? And even cry like this?"

"What the hell is written in this newspaper?!"

"I've read so many newspapers before, but I've never seen him act like he did today... He cried so hard he couldn't even breathe..."

"To be honest, I really can't understand how a piece of newspaper could make people cry like this?"

"Old sir? ... Are you okay, old sir?"

"Fuck! This is so frustrating! What's written on it? Read it quickly!!"

"..."

The noise in the lobby became more and more chaotic, and some anxious people even couldn't help cursing.

Amidst the anxious and emotional voices of the crowd.

The old man reading the newspaper finally calmed down.