Chapter 43: To Where Our Country Needs Us Most - An Invitation from the Land of Ice and Snow!
“Brother Wen Tai, good news, great news!”
“Brother Zi Mo, what good news could make you so excited?”
In the same teahouse in Mo Du!
Two scholarly gentlemen, both wearing glasses, met again.
This time, Li Zi Mo wasn't holding the 'recruitment' newspaper from Zhang Xue Ming, but the newly released *New Life*!
“This newspaper is a treasure! The front page angrily criticizes Yuan Da Tou, the second page features a poem, *I Love This Land*, which is arguably the best modern vernacular poem!”
“As for the article on the back, *On Tea and Coffee, the Cultural Differences Between East and West*, it has given me much to think about!”
“Finally, there’s a novel, *The Legend of the Eagle-Shooting Hero*, whose first line is, ‘The true hero is one who serves the country and the people.’ Although it only has the first three chapters, it’s already captivating!”
“I never expected that this newly launched *New Life* would be so… hey, Brother Wen Tai, why are you making that face?”
As Li Zi Mo excitedly introduced the newspaper.
He suddenly noticed that his friend Zhao Wen Tai was making a face that looked like… he was eating feces.
“Brother Wen Tai, is there something wrong with the articles?”
Zhao Wen Tai smiled bitterly, “There’s nothing wrong with the articles, but… Brother Zi Mo, did you see the author?”
Author?
Li Zi Mo subconsciously looked at the article’s byline.
“*Those Who Do Much Injustice Will Surely Meet Their Doom, A Proclamation Against the Rebellious Traitor ‘Yuan Da Tou’*, Author: Zhang Xue Ming.
*I Love This Land*, Author: Zhang Xue Ming.
*The Legend of the Eagle-Shooting Hero*, Author: Zhang Xue Ming.
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“I… I’ll be damned!”
He was stunned for five minutes.
Li Zi Mo slowly raised his head.
“Brother Wen Tai… this Zhang Xue Ming… isn’t he the ‘Northeast Donkey Driver’ we wrote articles to insult?”
Zhao Wen Tai nodded with a wry smile, “Unless they share the same name, it’s… probably him!”
“I!! Phew!!”
Li Zi Mo felt his mind explode.
The person he’s been praising for the past few days.
Was the same ‘Zhang Xue Ming’ he’s been insulting for a month!
What is he doing?
Isn’t he slapping himself in the face!
He covered his chest, feeling a wave of blood about to burst out!
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
“That warlord’s son, that spoiled brat, how could he write such amazing articles!”
“Alas! Alas!”
…
But soon,
the next day.
With the second issue of *New Life* in their hands.
It wasn’t just Li Zi Mo and Zhao Wen Tai.
All the intellectuals who had publicly insulted Zhang Xue Ming, collectively fell silent.
“*The Ugly People of the Land of the Devils*”
“*On Victory and Defeat - The Strengths and Weaknesses of the Countries in World War One*”
“*WW1: The Crisis and Opportunity for the Great Xia Brought by the World War!*”
“*To Where Our Country Needs Us Most - An Invitation from the Land of Ice and Snow*”
If the first issue of *New Life* focused on domestic affairs, the second issue was completely focused on the world.
Especially the articles *On Victory and Defeat* and *Crisis and Opportunity*!
Zhang Xue Ming, drawing on his memories of the future, began to dissect the political systems, militaries, and mobilization capabilities of the countries involved.
He even ‘boldly’ predicted - the Allied Powers would eventually win!
And that the Xia Kingdom should seize this opportunity, while other countries were weakened and unable to look east, to vigorously develop its industry.
He wasn’t afraid of leaks.
Zhang Xue Ming just hated the fact that too few people in the current era had a global perspective.
After all, they were all descendants of Yan and Huang, why should they be wary of their own people?
Just like Lu Xun said, the Xia Kingdom was like a house full of people asleep, he could only wake up one person at a time!
Every single person who opened their eyes.
Would be a person who helped him save the country together!
Boom!
As soon as this article came out.
Not only the literary world exploded, but also the industrialists and politicians across the country, after reading this article, also showed an epiphany - ‘Yes! That’s what I think too!’
‘Me too!’
For a time, the price of paper in Luoyang soared.
Only 10,000 copies of the first and second issues of *New Life* were published, but they were collected and read by intellectuals everywhere, cherished and treasured.
As for those intellectuals who had been writing articles to insult Zhang Xue Ming!
At this point, they were completely shattered.
Zhang Xue Ming’s articles were too profound, and they all discussed international affairs.
They couldn’t find any flaws in the articles, not to mention finding any loopholes.
Many of them couldn't even figure out how many countries were involved in the European war.
They could only stare at the articles in a daze.
Some even started to think they were illiterate.
There were even quite a few ‘Xue Ming Fanboys’!
“*Northeast Donkey Driver? Zhang Xue Ming is the Kirin Son of Fengtian!*”
“*Zhang Xue Ming Built a School for the Country, Yet Was Slandered as a Talent Show Contestant, Alas!*”
“*Go to Where Our Country Needs You Most! I Want to Go to the Northern Snow Fields, to Build Our Country!*”
For a while.
Many patriotic youths, clutching newspapers, set off on the road to find the ‘Light of the Great Xia Civilization’ - Daqing!
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However, unlike the turmoil in the rest of the country.
In Daqing, Northeast China.
Inside Lin Hui Yin’s room.
Zhang Xue Ming was lying in Lin Hui Yin’s arms like a dead weight, quietly drinking the goat’s milk she had personally handed him.
Goat’s milk that had been raised by people in the village was different.
But…
“Hui Yin, we’re not going to run this newspaper anymore!”
He had started the newspaper on a whim, to brag and get into a verbal fight.
But after two days.
Zhang Xue Ming couldn’t take it anymore.
In this era, computers haven’t been invented yet.
All these articles, he said them, and Lin Hui Yin recorded them.
Tens of thousands of words, he almost talked himself to death!
How could he, a warlord’s son, do this kind of work?
With this time, he could lie in Lin Hui Yin’s arms, put in a little effort, and wouldn’t it be better to make another baby?
But Lin Hui Yin was unusually excited at this time.
She looked at Zhang Xue Ming with eyes full of admiration.
“Why don’t you keep writing? I want to see how many more amazing articles you have in your head.”
“There aren’t many left in my head, but there’s still a lot in my body, you don’t need to write them down, you can eat them directly!”
“You’re such a tease!”
Lin Hui Yin glared at Zhang Xue Ming, struggled to get up, and shook her swollen wrist.
She picked up her pen again.
“Come on, the readers are waiting for the eighth chapter of *The Eagle-Shooting*!”
Are they waiting?
Or are you waiting?
A woman, who could actually get addicted to reading novels.
Zhang Xue Ming snorted and got up.
He walked behind Lin Hui Yin, lifted one of her legs, and then stood up.
I, Zhang Xue Ming, will always remember to strengthen the family business!
Soon, Lin Hui Yin felt like she couldn’t hold her pen anymore.
“What are you doing? Don’t interrupt my writing.”
Zhang Xue Ming smiled.
“This way, my thinking is more agile, if you don’t like it, I won’t tell you the story!”
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This chapter is an extra chapter for 10 monthly tickets.
Finished, I’m free!
Don’t throw any more, I want to watch the esports Spring Festival Gala, 20 more and I’ll have to get up and write again!
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