"Go take a look! The Viscount has put up a new notice."
"Really?" The man set down the goods in his hands, dusted off his palms, and excitedly followed along. "It's been quite a few days since the Viscount last issued an announcement."
"What does it say?"
"No idea. We'll know once we get there."
"True. Hurry up, or we won't make it in time."
By the time they reached their destination, the places where the notices had been posted were already packed tight with people. As far as the eye could see, there were only bobbing heads.
"Make way, make way! I want to get in and see!" A man tried hard to squeeze his way through the crowd.
"You again? Every time, you're the one trying to squeeze to the very front. What are you trying to do?"
"Hmph! I went to Night School and learned most of the Common Tongue. I've almost mastered arithmetic too. Why can't I squeeze to the front?"
"Whoa! You've gotten impressive after just a few days apart. Come on, tell us what it says." The other person's tone immediately softened.
The man finally squeezed his way to the front, where he could see the notice, and carefully read it.
Yet after quite a while, he still said nothing...
"Hey! Didn't you say you could read? Hurry up and explain it!"
"Gasp!" The man drew in a sharp breath and kept rubbing his chin as he thought. "I recognize every word on here, but once they're put together, I can't understand them. Loans, economic development, preferential policies, improving people's livelihoods... I don't understand any of it."
"Hmph! Then wasn't your Night School a complete waste?"
"No!" the man declared righteously. "Though I couldn't understand it, I was greatly shocked!"
"Oh, give it a