Zhu Chuanwen had some idea of ​​​​wanting Nawen to help him run a newspaper and enlighten the people.

But after I said it, I felt that this kind of thing was a bit cruel to Nawen.

But in keeping with the tide of the times, Naven must also adapt to these.

Otherwise, he would still be living in the fantasy of dreams, and with an identity like Nawen's, he would never be happy in his life.

"Brother Chuanwen, I don't even understand. What do you want me to say?" Nawen said awkwardly.

It can be said that the idea of ​​democracy ended Naven's destiny.

Before Nawen, there were two strata that were diametrically opposed to these. Of course, the old prince would not let Nawen understand these.

"Don't worry, you can study the previous paragraph first. I'll find some books on democracy for you to read first."

After firming up his idea, Zhu Chuanwen decided to train Nawen.

Newspapers in this era are very important. Newspapers control public opinion, and public opinion controls the hearts of the people.

Without the support of the people, Zhu Chuanwen would not be able to control his current territory, let alone development.

What's more important is that if we don't get rid of the old feudal ideas, we won't enlighten the people's wisdom.

The common people lived in drunken dreams, making them feel that they were no different from being ruled by the Manchus.

There is really no possibility of having a different life and career.

"Brother Chuanwen, you said you haven't read a book, how come you know more than me."

Nawen looked at Zhu Chuanwen with admiration and said.

"I just didn't read much when I was a child." Zhu Chuanwen explained that it was uncomfortable to pretend to be illiterate all the time, so Zhu Chuanwen had already paid attention to this, but the dark history of being ignorant and ignorant as a child could not be erased:

"I've been studying all these years. Just because I didn't read when I was a kid doesn't mean I'm uneducated."

"Okay, I will also study more and try to help you more in the future."

There is actually nothing wrong with the traditional idea that Nawen accepts that husbands sing and wives follow each other.

"Xian'er, is there anything you want to do?"

After finishing Nawen, Zhu Chuanwen found Xian'er again the next day.

Treat people the same as you said, and you won't treat them the same way.

It is absolutely possible to cultivate Nawen's literary skills. There are not many people in Yuanbao Town who have a better literary foundation than Nawen.

But it is definitely not possible to train Xian'er to learn literature. This is not the direction that Xian'er is good at.

In terms of martial arts, Xian'er has some potential.

Thinking that Xian'er could easily turn herself into a bandit leader.

What Xian'er relies on is not only the favor of the big shopkeeper.

The rest must not be fighting ability, Xian'er doesn't have that.

If you can suppress the little guy, the most important thing must be your marksmanship.

"Brother Chuanwen, why do you suddenly ask me this?"

"Nawen wants...if you have anything you want to do, I will definitely support you." Zhu Chuanwen explained it again.

"Brother Nawen, I want to learn to sing."

"..." Zhu Chuanwen distracted Xian'er. Xian'er's true love was not playing with guns. Being a bandit was out of necessity. Her real hobby was singing.

"No problem. When I get the chance, I'll invite a famous opera master to come back and teach you. You can sing more operas for me in the future."

Zhu Chuanwen touched the non-existent sweat on his forehead and said.

It’s okay to let Xian’er learn it, but the idea of ​​Xian’er performing on stage in any theater is out of the question.

In this era, we really don’t recognize the status of this industry.

"Okay, when life settles down, I will sing for you every day."

Xian'er is not an unreasonable person, she looks very brave and dares to break the feudal shackles.

However, various traditional thoughts still have a profound impact on Xian'er.

"Zhu Laoer, your wings are really stiff. You don't even go back home. Why haven't I seen you? You ran out when we didn't have enough food to eat. At that time, you ran out, why?

Saving some food at home is the real future."

On the third day after returning home, Zhu Chuanwen began to deal with Chuanwu again.

After living in Shanmao for more than a month, there is no big difference between Chuanwu and the refugees in the mountains.

There is not much difference between a man in rags and a slovenly appearance and a beggar who has fled.

"You sent people to capture me from the mountains because you wanted to tell me this. I'm telling you, as long as you force me to get married, I won't go home."

Chuanwu frowned and replied to Zhu Chuanwen.

When I was a teenager, it was understandable to be a fool.

In this era, people in their twenties are still young and confused. It can only be said that they are well protected by their families.

"Who asked you to go home? It's because you want to go home. Do I agree? Do your parents agree? You are not even willing to marry and have children and carry on the family lineage for the old Zhu family. What else does the old Zhu family want your son to do?

.The purpose of capturing you this time is to send you out better."

Zhu Chuanwen questioned Chuanwu one after another.

Although I knew this person had no brains and nothing he said would be of any use, I still couldn't help but think about it.

"Where are you sending me?"

Hearing such words, Chuanwu's reaction was a little stronger, which proved that this person was not completely devoid of feelings for his family.

"I'll send you to the military camp. I'll be recruiting new soldiers just after spring, and you can train with me. No matter how good you are in the military camp, there's no need to run away from home. If you live in the military camp, don't go home.
Chapter completed!