I Become A Saint By Studying

After a few days.

Forging Department of the Ministry of Industry.

"Quick, quick..."

Chen Jingzhi, a doctor in the Ministry of Industry, looked at the movable type that was about to be completed, feeling nervous and sweating on his forehead.

This is related to the entrustment of His Royal Highness, he must ensure the progress of the construction period.

Moreover, the Dayan Weekly is of great significance and must be published as soon as possible. He also wants to know what kind of energy the Dayan Weekly, which His Royal Highness is looking for, can exert.

"Master Chen!"

Soon, the officials of the Forging Department quickly walked up to Chen Jingzhi and said, "Sixty movable type models have been completed."

"Okay!" Chen Jingzhi finally waited until this moment, and said, "Pack it up, I will take people to the mansion of Dayan Weekly."

"Yes!"

...

On this day, Lin Yi completed the movable type molds customized by the Ministry of Industry ahead of schedule, and sent all of them to Dayan Weekly Printing Workshop.

Zheng Yu and Sun Ce, who had recovered from their injuries, tried the molds in person, and after confirming that there were no problems verbatim, they arranged for printing.

Time is running out.

Everyone went to the 'front line' to print in person, inspecting the finished product to see if there was any wrong version.

More than 60 movable type models were printed at the same time, and Dayan Weekly, which reported the imperial declaration and disaster situation, was released.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Everyone in Dayan Weekly is waiting for the day when the weekly becomes a blockbuster among the people.

According to the work arrangement left by Prince Lin Yi, Chang Sun Ce sent someone to notify Zhao Tai when the weekly newspaper printed 100,000 copies.

Zhao Tai was very busy during this period, and on the one hand, he was thoroughly investigating the officials of various governments who took relief supplies according to His Majesty's list.

On the other side, Longwei was arranged to investigate the descendants of the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army and build a cemetery for soldiers in the royal garden.

Here is the publication of the Dayan Weekly, and it still needs to be discussed with Song Zhong, the minister of the Ministry of War.

"Yan Shuai is still comfortable. If I had known, I would have applied to go to the disaster area with His Royal Highness...Old Zhao, I am exhausted!"

Zhao Tai really wanted to find a place to lie down and not wake up.

These things are very important, and either His Majesty or His Royal Highness arranged things, so he can only do it himself.

He was running around in the imperial city, but fortunately everything has been done.

The weekly newspaper printed by Dayan Weekly was transported out of the city by Long Wei, and the minister of the Ministry of War also helped Prince Lin Yi to publish the weekly newspaper because of his son Song Ze.

Dispatch troops to transport the Dayan Weekly out of the city, and the officers and men rely on the dispatch of the Ministry of War to control the station in their hands. With Huatianfu in the capital as the center, they will be issued in a fan shape towards the stations in Dayan's prefectures.

The Beijing Dayan Weekly is published by Longwei.

Originally, Lin Yi planned to set a price for the weekly newspaper, but this time there was a disaster in the south, and it was distributed free of charge to all.

He will cover all costs.

It's a big gamble.

As long as the weekly newspaper is successfully published and someone is willing to lend a helping hand to the disaster-stricken people in the two southern prefectures, the bet will be considered a win.

If no one steps forward.

Then... it is a complete defeat.

Expending so much energy to do this without any effect may become a joke in the court.

...

the capital.

Nancheng Baiye Street.

Mrs. Zhang returned home from grocery shopping as usual, and was just about to open the door when she saw a piece of paper under the door.

"what?"

Mrs. Zhang picked it up curiously, glanced at it for a while, and was immediately attracted by the content on it.

Upon closer inspection, she was numb all over.

How could she know about such a court event?

Will he be beheaded?

Who gave her the information?

Countless questions emerged in her mind, but she was stunned when she saw the content of the "Six Parts of the Curse" incident.

The above-mentioned official Zhong Wenhe and the officials of the Ministry of Criminal Justice were not the one who targeted Lin Yi and the arrest of Jiu'er?

"Editor Lin Yunhong?"

"Editor Lin Yi?"

Mrs. Zhang doesn't know what editor-in-chief means editor-in-chief, but after all, she is the person whose Life is under the emperor's feet, and her husband was also a dragon guard before his death, so she knows very well that the current King of Dayan is called Lin Yunhong.

hum!

Mrs. Zhang felt that she was almost unable to stand still, and felt that this piece of paper was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"The name Lin Yi, why is it with His Majesty? Isn't he afraid of being beheaded?"

Mrs. Zhang felt like her heart was about to jump out.

Folding the weekly newspaper in half, there is still a page of content, Mrs. Zhang looked moved after reading it.

His face was full of disbelief.

"Declaration of the Dayan court!"

"The people of Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion are suffering unprecedented catastrophe. The people are in dire straits. Relief is imminent!"

"The court of Dayan appeals to all the people of Dayan..."

"At this moment, the imperial court needs you!"

"A difficult one, P Plus support……"

"If you want to help, please go to the nearest post station where you are. All the donated materials will be delivered to the people in the disaster area through the post station!"

"Honorable Crown Prince Dayan!"

Mrs. Zhang stared blankly at the court declaration, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The imperial court actually lowered its figure and asked the people for help.

The two southern provinces were hit by catastrophic disasters, and the lives of the people were in danger...

The news is too shocking, and the content is also worrying.

Mrs. Zhang put away the weekly newspaper properly, put down the dishes, and went directly into the room, removed the wardrobe, and lifted a floor tile.

From the inside, he took out a small wooden box painted red, which contained dowry such as gold and silver jewelry and a lot of silver taels.

"Jiu'er, mother's dowry is reserved for you, and these silver couples are taken away..."

Mrs. Zhang murmured in a low voice, "Although those officials and lords in the court did not do many good things, but now that Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion are in such a big disaster, seeing the court declaration, my mother is in a panic..."

"After all, there is a country to have a family. Now that the imperial court needs us, my mother will always help."

"Money doesn't need to be a lot, just enough is enough. Don't blame your mother!"

Mrs. Zhang took the twenty taels of silver she had saved, found unused cotton batting, clothes and bedding from home, packed them in a wheelbarrow, and left home to walk towards the post station in the capital.

Like most women, she takes money very seriously and always thinks about saving as much as she can.

But she also has empathy in her heart.

If the donated silver and things can be used by the people in the disaster area, it doesn't matter if she eats less.

Genius is the most important thing.

...

In the capital.

On this day, hundreds of thousands of city residents saw the Dayan Weekly, and they were shocked by the contents.

Some people have read it a long time ago, but they did not expect that the imperial court would publish it overwhelmingly.

Countless people were moved when they saw the declaration on another page of the weekly newspaper.

They were not sure whether the matter was true or not, but Crown Prince Dayan offered a few words of respect, which made them 90% convinced.

The aristocratic family responded to the call of the imperial court, prepared their own supplies, carriages and silver, and sent their servants to transport them to the post station.

Some of the nobles didn't say much, and they just wanted to say something.

Some people were cash-strapped, but they still asked someone to take the few hundred coins left to the capital post station to express their concern.

At the same time, they also look forward to... hearing good news from the two southern governments.

Some scholars were also touched. They spontaneously went to Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion to help, willing to contribute.

They are all cultivators, able to withstand the wind and snow, and they are the most suitable people to support the people in the disaster area.

Regardless of obstruction and persuasion, they have no hesitation.

this moment.

There are long queues at various post stations in the capital, horse-drawn carriages, ox carts and unicycles laden with supplies, and everyone is doing their best to do what they can.

A seal memorial was also sent from all over the capital to Emperor Dayan's dragon case...