Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

I saw Chang'an Morning Post under the four big characters, and there was a line of small characters: the first issue of the first issue, the first day of March in the fourth year of Zhenguan. (From now on, the dates in this book will be based on the lunar calendar.)

Fang Xuanling looked at the day and counted with his fingers. It was only a few days after the Qingming Festival. Isn't it today the first day of March?

Driven by curiosity, Fang Xuanling looked at the contents of the newspaper, and what caught his eyes was the headline on the front page of the morning newspaper. ", written by Chu Suiliang, Siye of the Imperial College.

Although Chu Suiliang is now a small secretary of the Imperial Academy, he already has a slight reputation, and the second child of the Fang family is studying in the Imperial Academy, so Fang Xuanling naturally knows who Chu Suiliang is.

Fang Xuanling stood at the door with the newspaper in his hand, and read the whole article carefully. Chu Suiliang explained the source and source of the newspaper in the article, and introduced the function of the newspaper without hesitation.

In the article, Chu Suiliang pointed out that newspapers can not only educate the common people for the emperor and the people of the world, but also provide a platform for talented people and literati in the world to show themselves, and provide a place to become famous. Big stage.

Anyone who wants to become famous all over the world through poems, songs, and splendid articles can achieve his ultimate dream by publishing them in newspapers.

Finally, Chu Suiliang pointed out emphatically in the article that it is no longer a rough and bumpy road to become famous all over the world with poems, songs, poems and splendid articles, hoping to gain the attention of the emperor and the court and recruit talents with his reputation.

In Chu Suiliang's words, newspapers are not only a media and channel, but also a grassroots stage to show themselves.

Standing at the door, Fang Xuanling actually read the whole article of Chu Suiliang's article, and couldn't help admiring in his heart, if this thing is really as Chu Suiliang said, it will be of great merit!

Immediately, he held back his applause, and continued to read several articles in other pages of the newspaper, all of which were basically written by an academic officer of the Imperial College.

None of these academic officials were born in the top three ranks, and they are all romantic figures with good writing skills. The more Fang Xuanling read it, the more he couldn't put it down. In the end, he couldn't help but love it in his heart, and slapped the door hard...

Snapped!

Fang Xuanling patted on the door, and continued to praise and applaud: "Okay, okay, this newspaper is unconventional, and it is really a rare good thing that is rarely seen in a hundred years! Hahaha..."

huh~~

After Fang Xuanling repeatedly applauded, he suddenly felt a gust of wind hit the back of his head.

boom~~

His head was hit by a soft object and fell to the ground with a thud.

It turned out to be an embroidered shoe!

Looking back, I saw my old woman, Fang Lu, wrapped in a quilt, glaring at me with tired eyes, and scolded: "Fang Xuanling, you bastard, how dare you make my mother sleep uneasy? You will not be able to survive today! Look at..."

After scolding, Fang Lu picked up another embroidered shoe under the bed, and smashed it over without saying a word.

Fang Xuanling dodged his body and turned his head to avoid it, then clenched the newspaper in his hand, and shouted: "The old man is going to court early, you sucking old woman!"

He fled away and escaped from the vicinity of the bedroom.

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Discussing the mansion of the doctor Wei Zheng, Wei Shuyu raised the newspaper in his hand, kicked his father Wei Zheng's room, and yelled: "Father, father, look, this is the "Chang'an Morning News" made by my second brother Guo. ", someone threw it into the courtyard early in the morning!"

"Bastard!"

Wei Zheng saw the door was suddenly kicked open, and immediately yelled: "Leave the things, get out!"

Wei Shuyu was dizzy from his father's training, and looked at his father with wide eyes. It turned out that his father Wei Zheng was squatting on the toilet to relieve his hands.

Seeing the uncomfortable strength of the old man's flushed face, he probably got angry from constipation again.

Wei Shuyu chuckled a few times, put the newspaper at the door, and walked out of the room with a small step.

When closing the door, Wei Shuyu did not forget to tell: "Father, you must read this newspaper, I guarantee that you will like it. My second brother said that reading newspapers when it is convenient for you is a great enjoyment!"

Seeing that his most private matter was exposed by his son, Wei Zheng squatted on the toilet and roared: "Get out, get out, you unfilial little bastard!"

squeak~

As soon as the door was closed, Wei Zheng made sure that Wei Shuyu, a little bastard, would not come in again, so he pulled up his trousers and squatted halfway to the door to pick up the newspaper, then squatted back on the toilet, and carefully spread the newspaper to read.

Looking at it this way, squatting and squatting, Wei Zheng actually forgot the time of the morning court...

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In just one morning, newspapers flew into the homes of high-ranking households and ministers of the DPRK and China like pigeons, disrupting the peaceful morning of these people in the past.

The mansion of Tang Jian, Duke Xiang of the State of Ju;

The mansion of Zhang Liang, Duke of Yun;

Zhao Guogong's grandson Wuji's mansion;

The palace of Jiangxia King Li Daozong;

The residence of Song Guogong Xiao Yu;

The residence of Duan Zhixuan, Duke of Baoguo;

Gao Shilian, Yu Shinan, and the mansions of the dukes who had not returned from the expedition, including the mansions of many Chang'an early court officials, were completely disrupted by a small copy of "Chang'an Morning Post".

Soon, the Chang'an Morning News flowed from the big households to the market, to restaurants and teahouses.

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It was still early in the morning, and Guo Ye, who was waiting for Guan Jiujiu to report the letter at his home in Taipingfang, had not waited for the boy Guan Jiujiu to send someone to deliver the message.

At this time, his heart was itching like a wild cat scratching, he couldn't sit still and his heart was full of anticipation.

Seeing Guo Ye like this, Zhen Niang, who was waiting beside him, laughed and said: "Master, I have never seen you so nervous before. Didn't Guan Xiucai come to the house last night to say it? You need to know the reaction." How about it, you have to wait until noon to find out! How about I prepare some breakfast for you first, and then wait for the news after breakfast, how about it?"

"Don't wait!"

Guo Ye shook his head and decided decisively: "Let's go, Zhenniang, accompany me to the Haitian Feast Restaurant, there should already be people talking about this newspaper, how about we go there and listen to it while eating?"

Zhenniang smiled, and said softly: "Then the relationship is good, and the slave's family also saves the smoke in the kitchen."

Guo Ye grabbed Zhenniang's palm, and hurried out of the hall without saying a word, and ran towards the outside of the mansion.

Zhenniang was dragged by Guo Ye like this, her palms were rubbed by Guo Ye's warm big hands, her heart was beating wildly, and her ears gradually became warm.

She was willing to let Guo Ye just pull and grind like this, her heart was flustered but sweet, this reckless little enemy always teased people's hearts so much and committed crimes!

While Zhenniang was thinking wildly, Guo Ye had already left the house, and suddenly, taking advantage of Zhenniang's inattention, he picked her up and got into the carriage that had been prepared.

"Bah..."