Jinghong Building

Chapter 338 Bai Yan

Jinling.

The morning and evening newspapers presented to him by his subordinates, and the blue veins on the forehead were thundering.

The evening newspaper was obtained by the Jinyiwei from the guests in the teahouse, and the guests said he bought it from the children on the street.

The Jinyiwei went to the street and searched around, but could not find the child selling the newspaper, but seized another morning newspaper.

The streets were full of children, and they asked who had sold newspapers. They didn't know one after another, then they asked one to cry, and they rolled around the floor.

"Check, go check!"

The Jinyiwei checked for two days and found several newspapers, but the source of these newspapers was not children, and they became free gifts when buying things.

When I found the shop, the proprietress said, "I can't read and I don't know what it is. As soon as I opened the shop in the morning, I put it at the door. It didn't work, so I gave it to the customers who bought things."

The boss’s wife didn’t dare to say that it was because she delivered newspapers today, and her business was several times better than usual. Unfortunately, there were too few newspapers, so she finished delivering them in just one morning.

The Jinyiwei had no choice but to threaten: "If you have such an unknown source in the future, you will hand it over to the yamen."

The boss's wife rolled her eyes: "Do you have to hand it over to the yamen even if you find the money?"

"It's certainly true that you don't pick up the remains of your own." said the Jinyiwei.

The boss's wife nodded and understood that this was a fool.

Yanmi never expected that their searches made newspapers a hot item, especially those young scholars who wanted to hunt for curiosity. They searched for newspapers everywhere and couldn't find them during the day, so they went to the ghost market to look for them at night. God, newspapers became popular among scholars.

At first, it was just a young man who was curious, and soon even the officials became interested. Who doesn’t want to know what’s happening there?

"Look, the author of this article is Shi Chengjun. This guy is still alive. I thought he was dead on the way south."

"Is this a new government order? It actually allows farmers to find work in the yamen themselves. What kind of discipline does this mean? If farmers don't work on farming, who will farm?"

"Look carefully. It is said that it is slack farming, slack farming. Farmers can go to the yamen to find work during slack farming. We did this before, let them build roads and dig rivers in slack farming."

"It's different. The winter over there is very cold, and the soil is frozen. What roads are built and what rivers are dug?"

"I really want to know what other work is possible in the yamen besides building roads and digging rivers."

I don’t know who it was, but I brought the first evening newspaper into the back house. Among the officials, most of them knew the words and words, let alone the talented women in Jiangnan.

So the evening newspaper began to circulate quietly in the boudoir. There are food scriptures, serialized narratives, new words that are clear and graceful, and even interesting stories about celebrities.

"Look, Mr. Xieying was drunk in the restaurant and was carried into the carriage by two servants. It's true. Will people like Mr. Xieying be carried away by others?"

"I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either, show it to me."

"And there is also Mr. Yao who wrote the storybook. Why haven't you heard of it in the capital before?"

"This person is so annoying. He only writes a short section of tofu blocks each time. I don't know when Niu Shusheng will meet Miss Ma."

The new emperor also knew about these two newspapers. He made a strict gesture. In the future, he would submit one to the front of the saint when he found the newspaper.

The new emperor was reading every morning newspaper carefully. Not only him, but also all the civil and military officials of the court. The chief assistant Liu Shanhe specially sent people to collect newspapers. After the newspaper was delivered, he had to discuss it with his staff.

In the evening newspaper, most people curse while watching.

"Can anyone write poetry now? What does this mean? The poem I wrote in a restaurant when I went to the capital to take the exam, and any poem I wrote was better than him."

"It's okay for such a person to write poetry. The most annoying thing is that such poetry can spread all over the world."

Everyone was silent. Yes, even in the opposing Jiangnan, there were countless people reading newspapers. So, what about there, newspapers are already popular and happy to hear them?

In the past, their poems and articles had to be passed down by word of mouth, and by the time they could be printed into a book, they were often old.

And the poems and essays in the evening newspaper can be seen by just looking at the artistic conception of the poem. This is a young man who is just a young man.

An old man sighed: "I heard my grandson talk about this person yesterday. My grandson could recite his poems!"

Yes, people thousands of miles away, poems thousands of miles away can make people remember, that is, they become famous.

Is it so easy to become famous these days?

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the people of Jinling were talking about something. On the eighth day of the lunar month, the emperor was going to Kaiyuan Temple to preside over the porridge dressing.

Every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Kaiyuan Temple will serve porridge. Before dawn, there are crowds of people outside Kaiyuan Temple. Whether it is a wealthy family or ordinary people, they all want a bowl of Laba porridge from Kaiyuan Temple to cure diseases and eliminate evil and keep the whole family healthy.

This year, the emperor will personally visit Kaiyuan Temple to worship the world and preside over the porridge, which has never happened in many years.

The feedback from the people was reported to the emperor soon, and the emperor was a little proud.

He Ran would never have dreamed that she tried her best to sell the morning newspaper and evening newspaper to Jinling, which inspired me instead.

In the latest issue of the evening newspaper, there are two articles about Laba porridge. In addition to Laba porridge, there is also a meal scripture written by a child of a large family of Qin, the Qin family’s Laba cuisine.

The new emperor was disdainful. The Qin family had become the chief minister, but now their descendants spend their time and thoughts on these useless things, which is ridiculous.

He Ran, misleading his children!

However, these Laba porridge and Laba dishes gave the emperor an inspiration.

There must always be something to enjoy with the people, so that the people can not only feel the great grace of the emperor, but also feel that I am a wise king who loves the people as much as his son.

Nothing is more intuitive and cost-effective than serving porridge.

The emperor confiscated the Qian family and made a deposit of 700,000 taels of silver, but compared with the more than 2 million taels lost to He Ran, the 700,000 taels is nothing.

Moreover, the 700,000 taels of silver failed to enter the emperor's private treasury, but went directly into the national treasury.

The more than 2 million taels taken away by He Ran was the emperor's private money.

The emperor is angry when he hears people withdrawing money, but as the end of the year approaches, it is very convenient to use money, so the emperor is angry every day recently.

But donating porridge doesn't cost money, because it is spent on the incense money from Kaiyuan Temple. The emperor presided over the porridge, and he just pretended to behave. Whether he went or not, Kaiyuan Temple would give porridge every day.

I heard that the people were excited to learn that the emperor was going to serve porridge. The emperor was very happy. After so many days, something finally made me happy.

The turning point happened on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

That day, the morning newspaper and the evening newspaper were presented to the emperor again.

The emperor took a look at the dates above, they were all five days ago.

Although he was his mortal enemy he looked down upon, the emperor still admired He Ran a little.

It took only five days to deliver newspapers from the capital to Jinling, which was very fast.

He Ran: Thank you for your feedback. It’s really too slow. I’m trying to solve this problem.

The emperor picked up the morning newspaper and read it. He Ran was still too short-sighted in his knowledge.

There are various laws and regulations in this morning newspaper, and I am even afraid that people will not understand it, so I need to interpret it in detail. There are also various data reported by local government offices, which are clear at a glance.

The emperor snorted coldly: I can know these important things without sending me some details.

He Ran personally brought all kinds of information to me.

He Ran: You are such a clever one. But as he looked, the smile on the emperor's lips disappeared.

At the bottom of the first page of the Morning Post, there is an article with about a thousand words, signed by Bai Yan.

The article describes the tyranny of King Qi when he was in Qingzhou!

The name is: Qingzhou's sorrow.

The King of Qi in the article made a lot of money, but pretended to be compassionate and pretended to be hypocritical.

The King of Qi was lustful and collected young girls aged six to ten, doing animal affairs, and neglecting human ethics. The old people of the King of Qi's mansion reported to Feng Zan that a mass grave outside Qingzhou City was the burial site of the King of Qi's mansion.

Feng Zan sent someone here and excavated a large number of children's bodies, which was shocking.

The news came out that the city of Qingzhou was covered with mourning. The people spontaneously bought coffins for those poor girls. Some families who had lost their daughters had learned the cause of their daughter's death. A woman was killed in front of the Qi Palace. Splashing on the spot.

Bai Yan, a scholar in Qingzhou, has a girl under her knees and looks like a pearl.

Unfortunately, the young girl was abducted by the King of Qi and was buried in a mass grave. Bai's wife lost her beloved daughter and then passed away.

Bai Yan had no way to sue, but was targeted by the King of Qi, intending to silence him.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The ancestral property of the Bai family was burned by the minions of the King of Qi, and the friend's servant was unfortunately killed.

Bai Yanjiu died and escaped from Qingzhou before he could save his life.

The emperor's face became paler and paler. Bai Yan, the person who wrote the article was Bai Yan.

This Bai Yan, is he venting his family's shame?

Don’t he feel embarrassed that his daughter was ravaged and died?

Instead, it was written in the morning newspaper and made a lot of publicity?

Bai Yan, with his own strength, finally angered the emperor.

The emperor suddenly felt that the name Bai Yan sounded familiar.

He asked Eunuch Xia: "Have you heard of the name Bai Yan?"

Eunuch Xia did not see the morning newspaper, but he also felt that the name was a little familiar. Suddenly, he remembered something and said, "Your Majesty, Wu De once looked for him everywhere, and the old slave asked his sons to help pay attention."

The emperor was stunned. Wu De was the **** general manager when he was in the secret residence. He was the girl and the aftermath of the accident.

Wu De knew too many secrets, so before the emperor set out to the capital, Wu De and his two godsons disappeared.

Of course, it was only said that the father and son took advantage of the chaos to steal things from the royal palace and fled privately.

The emperor frowned: "Go and call Yan Mi."

Yanmi arrived soon, and the emperor asked, "Do you know this man Bai Yan?"

Yan nodded: "Bai Yan, I used to be the teacher of King Zhao. At that time, many scholars thought that his knowledge and reputation were not worthy of being the King Zhao's army. Later, he might also think that he was not worthy of it, so he asked to follow Feng Zan's army to Lu. Now I have returned to the capital."

Yan found out that every time he said something, the emperor's face turned darker.

What's wrong with this?

Although Bai Yan has been the teacher of King Zhao, he has no power and is just a small person in the Ran Army.

Why did the emperor ask him?

"He is under He Ran. Why didn't you report such a big deal?" the emperor asked.

Yan Mi even more confused. Could it be that he would report every subordinate of He Ran to the front of the saint?

There was no such rule before.

I heard that He Ran also raised a parrot, which has a high status. Should I report this matter?

Strictly confused.

He found this errand harder to do.

The emperor was so angry that he tore the morning newspaper to pieces.

Eunuch Xia did not dare to ask, worried that the emperor would be angry, so he took out the evening newspaper while packing up the shredded paper.

Eunuch Xia stuffed the newspaper night into his arms. Although he knew the words and words, he actually didn't like reading.

The emperor had read the morning newspapers and evening newspapers before, and Eunuch Xia just carefully put them away for the emperor to check them later, because the emperor said that He Ran's newspapers could be viewed as intelligence.

But Eunuch Xia himself had never seen it himself.

Today's evening newspaper cannot be archived.

Eunuch Xia suddenly became a little curious. The morning newspaper was torn apart by the emperor and couldn't read it, but the evening newspaper was still there.

I don’t know what was in the morning newspaper, which made Long Yan furious.

Will there be some in the evening newspaper?

Eunuch Xia took out the evening newspaper and read it. When he saw it, he was attracted.

What's this in the evening newspaper? It's so interesting.

This recipe for removing body odor is really good. I have to try it back. This is a **** who is not good at doing well in that place. It is common for urine leakage. The older you are, the more you leak. This kind of scent that can be worn with you. If it is really If useful, it will solve the big problem of thousands of eunuchs. It can be said to be the treasure of eunuchs and a must-have item for traveling at home.

And the fragrance powder from Yurongtang is really so white and thin when applied? Can you not show pores?

Eunuch Xia touched his face. The powder he used now was still appreciated by the Queen. Although it was very white, it looked very big after applying it. It could only be seen from a distance, not to be seen carefully.

There is also this article, what a perverted emperor lives in Jinling, is nonsense?

No, Jinling? emperor?

Eunuch Xia looked at the ten lines at once, and finished reading the article, and was stunned on the spot.

Suddenly, a warm feeling came from between the legs, and liquid dripped out of the trouser legs.

He leaked again, and this time he leaked more than usual.

The morning newspaper in the palace was torn, and the evening newspaper was put away by Eunuch Xia, but there was not only one morning newspaper and evening newspaper in Jinling City.

Almost overnight, officials and scholars in Jinling City, together with the women in the boudoir, were talking about one thing.

There are two people in this matter.

That and Bai Yan.

The Morning Post published an accusation written by Bai Yan in person.

In the evening newspaper, there is an article signed by Anonymous.

This article is full of vernacular and has a vulgar wording, and writes the emperor as a big **** and an perverted old monster.

Everyone was talking about it and speculating.

The next day, some perverted hobbies of the emperor began to spread in the streets and alleys. There was no way, and there were also people in the market who knew the words. Although the morning newspaper and evening newspaper were not cheap, they were not so expensive that they could not buy them. From now on, there are still a lot of people who are willing to spend money to buy and take a look.

That night, the emperor tossed and turned because of the article in the morning newspaper.

And after that night, the emperor's image among the people changed.

I made this Kaiyuan Temple, and I don’t know if there is any of the same name in the history of Jinling. The reason I use this name is because I just visited Kaiyuan Temple today, but I am in Quanzhou.