A trip starting from the courtyard

Chapter 613 Tokyo Weekly
Qi Guogong said a little proudly:

"It was Heng'er's idea."

Henger!

Zhao Zhen was a little surprised. Did he know Princess Pingning's expectations for his son? Although charcoal stoves and charcoal cakes are beneficial to the country's military and civilians, they are after all rare skills
Qi Guogong explained with a smile: "A while ago, Weichen was impeached. After Heng'er knew the whole story, he came up with this method."

"Jingde is really blessed to have a good son." Zhao Zhen was a little envious. This reminded him of his third son who had just passed away, and his eyes dimmed a lot.

"I remember Heng'er will be 12 this year, right?"

"The official remembers it right."

"Tell Pingning, when you enter the palace next time, bring Heng'er with you. Fukang has been whispering in my ear. I haven't seen your kid for a long time."

Princess Fukang?

Both are 14 years old this year, and they will reach Jiji next year. The two families are not real relatives
"Okay, officer."

"Okay, it's okay, you go."

The emperor picked up a memorial on the desk and looked through it, and after his son-in-law left, he was going to catch up on sleep.

After waiting for a while, I found that this guy was still standing there, "Is there something else to do about Jingde?"

Qi Guogong reached out and took out a memorial from his sleeve, "Officials, I want to impeach Lu Gongbi, governor of Kaifeng."

Is this on the bar?
After thinking about it, if I was thrown a scapegoat on my head for no reason, I wouldn't let it go.
After receiving the memorial, he read the beginning, and the emperor's face immediately sank. Yangwu County, Kaifeng prefecture, froze to death of 183 soldiers and civilians for more than a month, but no one has reported it yet.

'Snapped! The memorial was slammed to the ground, "Bold, damn it!"

Damn Yangwu magistrate!

Damn Lu Gongbi!
After spraying the foam for a long time, the emperor finally calmed down, looked at Qi Guogong and said:

"How did Jingde know?"

Fearing that the emperor would misunderstand that he was taking revenge for himself, the Duke of Qi quickly explained: "At the beginning of the month, Heng'er rescued the two beggars. When I asked about their identities, I learned about this. I was afraid that the beggars would talk nonsense, so I sent my confidantes to go. I went to Yangwu County and found that the situation was even more serious than the beggar said."

In a large courtyard in West Killing Pig Lane, Tokyo, Wang Lidong picked up the just-released "Tokyo Weekly" and flipped through several sides. The font was very clear, except that the paper was a little smaller, about two sheets of A2 paper, and the other It is not much different from the newspapers in the previous life.

He asked the manager of the bookstore beside him, "How many copies can you print in one hour now?"

The manager of the printing workshop replied with a smile: "Back to my little father-in-law, if the three printing machines are running at the same time, they can print 3 copies in an hour."

Compared with the previous two days, the progress is not small, but it is still a bit slow. If all the workers are skilled workers, one machine can print 600 copies in an hour.

"Today's weekly magazine will be released two hours in advance."

"Okay, grandpa"

After leaving the printing workshop, he got into the carriage, and Wuwei also followed into the carriage.

Seeing the little guy's hesitation to speak, Wang Lidong laughed and said, "Just say what you want!"

Buwei said in a low voice: "Young master, please don't come to this printing shop in the future. If there is anything to do, let the younger one handle it."

Wang Lidong said: "I am worried that someone will know that I am the owner of this printing workshop?"

Buwei nodded and said worriedly, "Although we are very careful every time we come here, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be any mistakes after a long time.

Even if you don't know that the young master is the owner of this printing workshop, but if you come too much and someone sees it and hears it in the ears of the princess, the young master is fine, and the little one will inevitably be punished."

A board?
What a beautiful thing to think!
I really want his cheap old lady to know that she is the owner of "Tokyo Weekly", and she will definitely take off the skins of Buwei and a few big maids.

"Okay, this printing workshop will be handed over to you in the future."

Not long after the early morning, in the streets and alleys of Tokyo city, many rough men pushing two-wheeled carts, wearing a yellow vest with "Qi's Carbon Industry" printed on the front and back appeared at the same time. Stop shouting the slogan of 'buy charcoal cakes and send a stove'.

"Hey, that man, what kind of stove do you bring?"

Seeing the business coming, a yellow vest hurriedly pushed the cart to the gate of a small courtyard, and took out a briquette stove from a bamboo basket fixed beside the wheel, "Ma'am, look, it’s a pig iron stove. "

Hearing that it was from the iron puppet, the old woman hurriedly squatted down and touched the body of the furnace. She was really not lying, her eyes lit up immediately and said: "How to send it off?"

As he said that, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the stove, and lifted it, it was quite heavy!

It is estimated to be at least 20 kilograms.

"Ouch! Man, this charcoal fire is really strong!"

The old woman felt that her right hand holding the stove was burning, so she quickly put down the stove, raised her hand and blew on it.

"Ma'am, this is still the smallest fire, if you really want to let go, then your hand will be burnt just now."

"Tell me quickly, how can I deliver this stove?"

The yellow vest "bah bah bah" talked about the promotion plan.

There are two plans: one is to buy 300 charcoal cakes at a time, and the iron stove is completely free.

Another way is to buy 100 charcoal cakes at a time, and the iron stove is half sold and half free, and only 120 Wen is charged for 60 Wen.

The yellow vest lifted the stove by his feet, "Auntie, this stove uses more than 5 catties of pig iron alone, and the iron price is 30 yuan per catty now. After more than ten years, if it burns out, it can be sold for 150 yuan. "

Seeing several old women and old men around unknowingly, one of the old men interjected: "You just said that this stove costs 120 renminbi, so I'll just buy your stove, okay?"

The man in the yellow vest smiled and said, "Old man, as long as you give 120 Wen, there is a new one in the car, you can pick it up on the spot."

"It's new, show me."

The yellow vest picked up a new one from the car, and the old man took it and looked it over carefully for a while. According to his 40 years of professional blacksmithing experience, it weighed at least 4 catties.

"Man, if you sell a stove, you lose one. If you don't make money, what are you trying to do?"

"I'm just a delivery man. Whether the stove loses money or not is something our boss is worried about."

"Who is your boss?"

"If it breaks after a few days of use, who do I call?"

"."

The old head is a curious baby, talking non-stop.
The group of people around them also kept asking questions, but none of them were willing to pay.

The yellow vest was so dizzy when asked, and gradually became angry, "Master, do you want to buy it or not?"

"Hey~~ man, I don't have to ask about such an expensive thing."

"You go to buy an iron pot, why are you still asking the guy, what kind of iron is the iron in the iron pot made of?"

"I really asked."

Hey!
The yellow vest picked up the new stove in front of the old man, stuffed it back into the car, and then put the burning coal stove back into the basket.

"Our stove is praised by the officials when they see it. Could it be that his old man's vision is not as good as yours!"

(End of this chapter)