Beiyang new warlord

A burst of joking and joking noises rang out among the solemn and solemn central officials, and the General Administration of Press and Publication, which will play an important role in later generations, was quietly established amidst such noises.

But since it has been established, it's not a joke. With all his energy, Chang Ping and a few girls plunged into the first task assigned by Mao Jue.

"Daming Imperial Capital Daily"

The press release that needs to be published has actually been prepared by Mao Jue long ago, but in order to increase the sense of participation of the girls, the typesetting is completely entrusted to them. One side uses a ruler to make various gestures at each article, and the other side Instructing the printing workers to arrange the movable lead type according to the design, and turning on the steam engine, the terrifying efficiency of the industrial age was immediately displayed in the roar of the bull. If it were an ordinary printing workshop, it would not be able to print such a quantity in a month. A printing press owned by the central government put more than 5 copies of the first edition of the Didu Daily in the office for eight hours from evening to dawn.

The first time I was busy, after finishing the typesetting, a few girls stared at the machine in a daze and followed the busy work until midnight. Early the next morning, they were all tired with dark circles.

Yawning and leaving the yamen, when he looked up, he happened to see Mao Jue's White House bedroom glowing with yellowish light, and Chiyoji slapped his thigh sadly.

"be cheated!"

"It's right for Miss Ben to go to bed tonight! I haven't touched a man for more than a year! Woooooooooooooooo!!!"

Chapter 667. Big explosion of public opinion

Early in the morning, the ancient capital city had to wake up from a deep sleep as usual. The sky was still gray, and there were already hard-working hawkers pushing their carts out of the stalls. Yes, the newly increased number of shops also opened early. Rows of shops facing the street sell cloth, spices, and a wide range of goods, which are a bit similar to the commercial streets of later generations.

The hard core of economic development in later generations is nothing more than the manufacturing industry, so unlike the Western predatory asset revolution, Mao Jue focused on the hard core as soon as he came up. After occupying this capital, he moved the cotton textile production in Liaodong here. After all, there are few people in Liaodong, and the breeding and manufacturing of mink fur and ginseng is already very distinctive, especially after the opening of Xulei Railway to Xuzheng Luotong Jiayuguan Railway, cotton produced in Henan can be imported here more conveniently, and Jingshi also has Sufficient manpower for light industry.

However, the pollution from steam engines is also very serious. These factories are basically set up outside the city, leaning on the outer city gate, and hundreds of workers waiting for the public carriage to go to work in the early morning have become a new scene in the capital.

The wages and treatment of the workers are not bad. With money in their pockets, domestic demand has also increased a lot. As soon as the hawkers pushed the stalls out, a large group of workers waiting for the bus sat around the benches. down.

"Boss, a bowl of bean juice, a stack of enema! We need to fry bigger ones!"

"You stick, pancake fruit!"

"The third one!"

"okay!"

After a long sound, the bosses also answered with red faces, with a towel hanging on their shoulders, and they were delivering dishes from table to table, but there are a lot of new things today, just when a group of workers shook their cheeks While eating breakfast, the clear and crisp children's voices sounded again.

"Read the newspaper! Read the newspaper! Why did the world fall into chaos in the 17th year of Chongzhen? Is it because the emperor is stupid or the ministers are incompetent? It's all in today's Daming Emperor's Daily Daily. It costs five cents a piece. Read the newspaper!"

This voice almost scared the enema sales boss crazy, put the plate on the table, he ran over with a slap, covered the screaming boy with a slap Huan's mouth, bowed his head and cursed dully.

"You bastard who suffered a thousand knives, are you crazy? If you dare to yell so rebelliously, do you want to kill our whole family?"

Turning around, the boss gestured with a smiling face again, bowing sadly to the workers and diners on the table.

"This kid smashed his head against the wall yesterday and it broke. He's talking nonsense! Everyone, just listen to it as a joke! Today everyone eats whatever they want, so I'm treating you as a treat!"

Not to mention, this brat also takes care of the family. Before his father finished speaking, this kid suddenly bit him and broke his mouth away.

"Father, you are really rebellious! Look, who is the editor-in-chief of this newspaper? Princess Toyotomi, Princess Changping, father, you actually said that several princesses are bewitching the public, are you afraid of being punished by the nine clans?"

The only concubine who can be passed on by word of mouth these days is the regent princess. Hearing her son pretending to be a tiger, the poor enema seller's face turned pale from fright again, and he was sweating profusely. He almost sat down on the ground. It took a long time before he slapped his thigh sadly.

"What a disaster!"

This kid has the potential to be a profiteer, and he didn't care about his stunned father. He was attracted by a large group of people who lost their attention, and he took out a newspaper from a basket and waved it around. .

"Read the newspaper, Boss! Imperial Daily! Several princesses are the editor-in-chief, and imperial scholars are invited to write the manuscript. Here lies the secret of the 17-year catastrophe in Chongzhen!"

In later generations, the most eye-catching thing is either the secret or the revealing of the secret. With the name of the princess as a guarantee, a courageous worker threw out five cents without hesitation.

"Give me one!"

With such a beginning, the curiosity of a large group of workers was aroused, and they all paid out their pockets. One by one, they took a newspaper and went back. In less than a moment, the money basket of the newspaper boy was full of copper coins.

"Father! You said that I make money by myself, so let me go to the official school to study. You can count on your words!"

It is a 20.00% share with the newspaper office. One hundred copies of the newspaper were sold in one morning, which is just a string of money. Counting the copper coins in his arms, the boy said happily.

I really didn't expect this kid to be able to do it. The child of the poor has long been in charge of the family. If he goes to study, there will be one less helper with housework. But since he promised, he can't go back. The face hummed angrily.

"I'm not going to be an official in this life. What books are you reading! Lose! Lose! Get lost! You little bastard!"

"Thank you dad! I'm off on a business trip!"

Watching their kid run out bouncing around, who doesn't want their child to be successful, the enema boss couldn't help showing a smile on his old wrinkled face.

But at this time, there was a rumbling sound, and on the main road next to the city gate, a public carriage with a length of more than ten meters and six horses came rumbling, and a group of workers rushed to the road. He took two bites of the unfinished breakfast, took two steps in three steps, and rushed out happily.

If you miss this train, not to mention that it is expensive to take a taxi, and you will be charged for being late, no one dares to stay.

"Hey, I haven't paid you yet! Old Liu, Old Li!"

"Old Zhao, didn't you say you invited me today?"

Waving the newspaper while rushing to the carriage, I could hear the laughing and laughing of those workers all the way.

The boss who sold the old Beijing enema was stunned for a while, and then slapped himself sadly: "My mouth is broken! Half a month has been done for nothing!"

Dejected, the enema seller was exhausted and stretched out his hands to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, but there are always some surprises in life. Just as he picked up a plate full of oil, a piece of shiny broken silver leaked out from underneath.

Confucianism has a lot of classic truths, such as the knowledge of etiquette when the barn is full. If a few years ago, everyone could not afford food and could escape this meal, the workers would never be polite to you, but now , they also learned to consider others.

Holding the broken silver, turning around, the enema owner couldn't help showing a warm smile on his mouth, muttering in a low voice while cleaning up the booth.

"Go to Xishikou in the afternoon, cut off two catties of pork, and put it all in an enema!"

On the other side, a strange sight drifted across the streets and alleys on a dozen or so speeding public carriages. Facing the wind, a large group of workers were reading a newspaper in their hands.

"Little Li, what's written on it?"

A guy who looked like a foreman poked his head over with great interest, but when he asked the worker, he shook his head in a daze.

"Zhao Tou, I don't know how to read, it's not like you don't know how old you are!"

"Then you're still pretending to hold the newspaper upside down, don't you be straight?"

Slapping the back of the worker's head with one hand, Foreman Zhao grabbed the newspaper carelessly, and immediately wrinkled his forehead.

"Boss, what's written on it?"

"Hurry up and read it to everyone!"

With a clatter, all the carriage workers surrounded their heads. There was a large group of people, and none of them could read. But this foreman Zhao is also a two-handed knife, and he can recognize a large article. In the eyes of everyone, he looked at it for a long time with a sad face, and suddenly he was startled and slapped his thigh violently.

"Wonderful!"

"What is wonderful!"