Beiyang new warlord

Every day, the Imperial Capital Daily, which costs five cents a piece, is basically out of stock. Even if you have read the high-quality paper and made something else, it is useful to pack something. It basically fell into his own hands, so the fellow conservatives could buy it for a little bit of face.

Not to mention, Mao Jue didn't even think about making a profit in this newspaper. It was mainly used as a tool for his New Deal propaganda, but after a month, the General Administration of Press and Publication actually made a profit of more than 4 taels. Jue Shile's mouth twisted, and he handed it out as a bonus.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages. As the Imperial Capital Daily became more and more prosperous, the girls also became very busy people, busy around.

The Princess Changping recorded in history, after being captured by the Qing Dynasty, because of the blow of her family's ruin and the sadness of missing her homeland, she died at the age of 19. In this time and space, Changping's fate has completely changed. Every day, the imperial capital There are tens of thousands of submissions to the daily, even if there is an editor who throws useless nonsense directly into the trash can and sends it to her for review, there must be hundreds of articles and news, from which there must be something meaningful to say. There are about ten pieces of news that will be published tomorrow, but there is no delay.

Now this girl's eyes are full of all kinds of big articles, small words swimming around like tadpoles, there is no way to think about it, thank you.

It is estimated that Changping in this time and space, even if he died, would be exploited and exhausted by Mao Jue, an unscrupulous capitalist.

Now she is very editor-in-chief. I don’t know where Mao Jue came up with. Wearing a white shirt and a small vest with a black bow tie, Aimee Zhu is a strong woman from Liaodong. Sitting on the big chair, she glanced at the article at hand, and immediately she roared menacingly.

"It's Zhu Zi again, how many times have I said it! The classic Neo-Confucianism is put in the Confucianism Weekly section, don't send it to the News Daily, and whoever doesn't have a head, I will take this whole pile back for re-examination!"

Now she is also a secretary, and she is even the male secretary of the two literati brothers. At first, they heard that they would be the princess's secretary. Holding the manuscript with a mournful face, he went down again.

Even if Mao Jue was around, he would probably be shocked. Is this still the gentle and watery Chang Ping before?

After scolding her subordinates, Zhu Yuhui hastily opened the next pile, but at this time, her offices were pushed away abruptly, and Chiyoji, who was also busy with her head, rushed in full of anger. .

"Sister Changping, there is a headline for tomorrow!"

"County magistrates colluded with evil forces to suppress tents, forcefully collect land taxes, smash up businesses, and murder children from good families. These bastards are simply beasts!"

Chiyoji hastily handed the hardcover book that was slightly wet with sweat to Aimee Zhu's hand. When she opened the first page, the words Zheng Cheng's major news suddenly came into view. One by one, Chang Ping's eyebrows could not help but stand up like a sword.

"Boom!"

Chapter 6 Seventy. Exposure

As usual, in front of the enema stand, a large group of workers were eating breakfast while waiting for the public carriage. The difference was that beside the breakfast, there were more newspapers piled up one after another.

Thousands of illiterates, if one by one opened classes and schools to teach, Mao Jue would not be able to afford the money, but another advantage of newspapers is revealed here, everyone has curiosity, and everyone wants to understand what is new. The thing is, I can’t understand buying a newspaper, and it’s uncomfortable to ask for help everywhere, so Mao Jue ordered to add pinyin to some short articles. Pinyin alphabet.

This is thanks to those early missionaries. In order to learn Chinese, they invented Pinyin. The mere thirty or so letters of Pinyin are much easier than the complicated teaching in traditional private schools. It's a bit easier. During working hours and free time, these workers can already know a lot of characters without knowing it. From the very beginning, they needed people to read, and now, they can read each one with relish.

But today, the atmosphere is destined not to be peaceful!The boss who sold the enemas was still delivering them one by one, when suddenly his booth buzzed and he was slapped.

"Fuck his grandma!"

"Hey, what's wrong with Lao Liu, but the enema is salty?"

Startled, the owner of the enema quickly put down his hands and ran over, raised his head and glanced at him in astonishment, then Lao Liu came to his senses and quickly shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you, I am angry that the newspaper said of!"

"look!"

The headline on the front page, the headline "Enlightened Darkness Downwards", accompanied by pictures of wrinkled and skinny farmers wailing in the field, some of them died of exhaustion in the field, and ugly local tyrants waving their whips .

It really took advantage of Mao Jue's policy. Mao Jue ordered that the ownerless idle land that died due to fleeing famine be distributed to landless farmers, but several local big households colluded with the county magistrate and the county police to divide up the land privately and forced The local tents have to plow the fields for them.

That night, what the black cape encountered were all registered county policemen, and they were all the minions of a few powerful families. They were all black and evil forces. Whoever opposed it would directly kill them at the door and beat them to death.

In fact, this kind of phenomenon was everywhere before the 17th year of Chongzhen. The local wealthy families were rampant and cheated. The big guys are not surprised, but now, in this enlightened three years, it is so eye-catching.

"Damn it, these bastard officials! Uncles can bear it and even aunts can't bear it! Lao Zhang, please help me take a leave of absence. I won't be working today. I'm going to petition in front of the Forbidden City!"

"Go block the palace gate, are you crazy? Are you afraid of losing your head?"

"It's us little people who swallow our anger every time, which makes the dog officer arrogant. This time, I, Lao Li, will never bear it! Besides, the current regent is a wise king, and His Highness will never watch us people being bullied!"

"Brother Li, you are right, count me in!"

"I'll go as well!"

In a hurry, more than a dozen people in a workshop all stood up, but this old Li shook his head heavily.

"It's fine for me to go. Our old Li is full and the whole family is not hungry, and we are not afraid of anything! You don't say that there is still a small family to support, and you all go, what will our boss do? Are you worthy of the wages the boss pays us?"

"Hurry up and go! Go, go!"

A group of workers were pushed and shoved by this old Li, and went back to work. After breakfast, with newspapers between them, this old Li rushed to the inner city aggressively as if he was about to go to the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, he only took two steps, and there was a sound of ping-pong-pong behind him, and those workers turned back again, and he immediately lost his temper.

"Didn't you all go back? Are you so absent from work, are you worthy of the boss?"

"Why, this act of righteousness allows you, Lao Li, to go alone, and I can't go?"

In the crowd, the familiar voice suddenly caused Lao Li to be struck by lightning, and he yelled inconceivably, but he looked at a middle-aged man in a plain blue robe and glasses, who looked polite but full of murderous looks. He roared with a white face.

"Damn it, if you run a business, you have to pay them a red ticket. If all the officials in the world are like this, I don't have to do it! This one will stop production today. Everyone is not absent from work. Follow me to petition!"

"boss!"

His voice was a little choked, and this old Li bowed heavily, and then he slammed the newspaper like a gun.

"Go, petition!"

Amidst the blah blah blah blah, a large group of people rushed straight to the inner city. The public carriages that were crowded in the dark in the past were idle, and no one was picked up. The owners looked at the workers who were running in the opposite direction in amazement. .

"Are you going crazy today?"

Nothing to worry about, a stagecoach driver also bought a newspaper at random, but after reading it twice, he also slammed the stagecoach.

"His grandma has legs!"

After a while, dozens of carriages also merged into the mighty team.

Central officials, the White House.

Mao Jue's life is much more leisurely than Chongzhen's. He goes to work at eight o'clock every day, and puts all the tasks on his subordinates. Just touch the pillow when you are tired, and there is still energy to think about it.

This one is also the same as usual, taking up work time in a leisurely manner and eating morning tea, making Biluochun, holding the newspaper of the day, Mao Jue was just about to open it, when the head of Zhongnanhai's bodyguards in this era and the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, Mao Li, was in a hurry Just ran in.

"General, something is wrong, and the common people are against each other!"

With a puff, Mao Jue spit out all the tea in a mouthful.

The literati in the Ming Dynasty had their own characteristics. A scholar protested at every turn. Hundreds of officials lined up at the gate of the palace, buttocks pouted, waiting to be boarded. But one or two hundred people was spectacular enough. Now it is 20 million people. , crowded the huge Suzaku Square, and frightened the officials on duty.

The Beijing Army Corps was on the verge of a great enemy, and a corps of 8000 people set up a human wall at the gate of Zhengyang, which blocked the wave of protesters outside.

"Your Highness!"

When Mao Jue arrived, several officers on duty were also on the front line, and all the six books of the Six Ministers had arrived. Looking at Mao Jue, they all clasped their fists and bowed neatly.