I'm really not the carpenter emperor

It is not difficult to make engraving blocks, but it takes a lot of time. It really pushes Juxing to go to other places to buy at high prices and find others to cooperate.

Juxing has taken over the printing rights of the Imperial Court Beijing News in Suzhou this year. There are probably many newspapers that want to cooperate with him. If you don't do it, others will rush to find it.

A businessman knows best when to stop.

He put his feet down, his face was more sincere, and he smiled and said: "Since Mr. Huang's family is quick to talk, then I can't continue bargaining."

"Just one year!"

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The restructuring of the Beijing News will affect all aspects. In addition to a round of reshuffle of newspaper offices in various places, printing technology will also be passively developed.

The Beijing News is published all over the country, and the busiest people are these hard-working "delivery brothers".

In the Ming Dynasty, post stations were built in various places, and they were called post stations at that time.

According to the regulations of the imperial court, shops are set up every ten miles across the country, and there are shop leaders every ten miles.

According to the survey of the Ministry of Industry in the 48th year of Wanli, a large-scale post station must be set up every 930 miles in the territory of Daming, with a total of [-] six.

In addition, express delivery shops and delivery stations have also been set up to strengthen logistics information and specialize in the delivery of urgent official documents and military newspapers.

Ningxia, Yinchuan Station.

Ningxia is one of the nine border towns. Frontier defense and copywriting are the focus of the imperial court. As the largest post station in the region, Yinchuan Station naturally does its part.

In the early spring, the lush trees are lush and the waves are rippling.

A postman in gray-green clothes came to the gate of the posthouse, got off his horse, wiped his sweat with his dirty sleeves, and then walked in.

"Li Hongji, have all the Beijing newspapers been delivered?"

That's right, the black and rosy complexion in front of him is Li Zicheng, the famous Chuang Wang in later generations.

Who would have thought that this honest postman who only wanted to make a living would overthrow the Ming Dynasty established by Zhu Yuanzhang by chance in the future and shine in the annals of history.

Li Hongji had long been familiar with the store manager, spat on the ground, led the horse to the fixed position of Ma Peng, and said as he walked:

"It's all delivered."

"He's asking for it. The imperial court will send three hundred copies of the Beijing newspaper every day, not counting the pond newspaper, military newspaper, and documents!"

"What are you thinking, kid?" The shop manager's face was darker than his. Hearing this, he patted Li Hongji's shoulder with a smile, and said:

"Go, let's go home together."

Li Hongji caressed his mount, bid farewell to the horses in a low voice, lined up with the head of the shop, left the shop and walked to his home in the villages and towns ahead.

"I didn't think about anything, just..."

"It's just that the imperial court is patronizing the restructuring, so why didn't you think about raising the monthly payment of postmen in various places?"

"I'm exhausted, and I only earn so much money!"

"Haha, I don't earn a lot more than you—" the shop manager smiled, and went to the door of the house first.

Li Hongji took a look and went back to the room.

In fact, being a store manager means that his position is one level higher, and his food, clothing and housing are similar to those of postmen like Li Hongji.

Yinchuan is located in a remote location, and the sun sets earlier.

It was just dusk when Li Hongji rested his horse from the shop and came out, and when he bid farewell to the shop manager and returned home, it was already dark.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a fragrance.

He growled in his belly, hugged Han Jin'er from behind, and asked, "Didn't the chicken say that it would be saved until the first day and then killed and eaten?"

"You're back, you're thirsty, drink some water." Han Jin'er held Li Hongji's rough hand with her slender hand, and said in surprise:

"Such a big thing, you who are a postman and eat at the court don't know about it?"

"What happened?"

Li Hongji was stunned, and sat aside after drinking a bowl of cold water. While talking, he stared straight at the tumbling meat in the pot, and swallowed a few times.

"Look at you..." Han Jin'er covered her mouth and snickered, pointed to the side, and said, "This is the first issue of the Beijing News, and it's all written on it. Take a look yourself."

Li Zicheng took the newspaper and said:

"What is written here? I didn't study in a private school when I was a child, so I don't understand it."

Han Jin'er sneered a few times, and while stirring the pot with a spoon, he said, "You are not as good as Gai Hu next door, he can understand at least."

"If you ask me to learn, I will go to Ai Juren tomorrow to learn how to read."

Suspicion arose in Li Hongji's heart, and just as he finished speaking, it was Gai Hu who directly pushed open the wooden door and barged in, saying joyfully:

"Hong Ji, you're back, there's a big event you don't know yet."

Li Hongji's hands froze, and he looked back.

"What are you all talking about?"

Gai Hu picked up the Beijing newspaper and said:

"Let's not talk about other things, just talk about one thing we care about the most. The imperial court has increased the monthly payment of postmen in various places, and also increased the amount that can be received once a year. It is called...work food silver."

"How much?" Li Hongji jumped to his feet and stood up.

"The Beijing News said that starting from the second year of the Apocalypse, postmen in post stations in various places can receive six dollars a year for work and food, and even the monthly salary has been increased a lot." Gai Hu laughed and sat shoulder to shoulder with Li Hongji. Together, said:

"It seems that this is a good emperor, and our brothers can live better."

Li Hongji froze on the spot and nodded.

Chapter 162 A Good Emperor

"Is my uncle back yet?"

The two were chatting when a shout came from outside the door.

After a while, a tall and thin young man opened the door and came in. Seeing that there was another person in the room besides Li Hongji and Han Jiner, he frowned and said:

"How did you come?"

Gai Hu laughed when he heard the words, and said:

"Why can't I come? It's you boy who spends his whole day away from work, and plans to be like us in the future and work as a postman for the rest of his life."

For some reason, this nephew has never been very kind to his good brother Gai Hu. Li Hongji said in a warning tone:

"Li Guo! Why are you talking to Uncle Gaihu?"

That's right, the person in front of him is Li Guo, nicknamed "A Tiger", who will follow Li Hongji on expeditions and lead the old cavalry in the future.

Li Guo opened his mouth when he heard this, but didn't continue.

The three of them were illiterate, so they picked up the Beijing newspaper and looked left and right, only to see densely packed small characters on it, but they didn't know what they were talking about.

They were itching in their hearts, wishing they could know the specific content of the Beijing News immediately, so they had no choice but to go to Ai Juren.

This Ai Juren was elected in the 47th year of Wanli, and has a relationship with Li Hongji in history.

These days, it is not necessary to be an official in the middle school. For example, the surname Ai in front of me has not waited to fill the vacancy. He has returned to his hometown for more than a year, but he has also lived a small bourgeois life as a landlord.

In the Ming Dynasty, Juren had the privilege of reducing taxes and corvee. After Ai Juren returned to his hometown, the poor folks nearby and the gentry and celebrities all rushed to curry favor and entered the upper class.

Farmers cannot afford the high land tax, so they often choose to put their land in Juren's name in order to reduce or exempt taxes.

During the year from the 47th year of Wanli to the 48th year of Wanli, although Ai Juren was eager to fill the vacancy, because of these privileges, the small life was carefree.

But since Zhu Youxiao became the throne, Ai Juren's life began to change.

First of all, the policy of never increasing taxes has allowed farmers to breathe a sigh of relief, and fewer and fewer people voluntarily donate their land as tenant farmers.

This is not over yet, the imperial court imposed restrictions on scholars at the level of Juren and Jinshi, and stipulated the number of servant girls and servants to be raised.

What makes Ai Ju people want to cry the most is that the days of unlimited land tax relief are gone forever.

The most intuitive expression is that Ai Juren needs to return the hundreds of acres of land under his name to the government at a very low price, and he can only keep [-] acres.

The court enforced that this is a new policy, can you not abide by it?

The land returned to the government is supervised by factory guards, so naturally it will not be embezzled privately, and all of it is firmly held by the court, that is, the current emperor.

As for these lands, it has nothing to do with Aiju people whether they will distribute the land to the people or promote sweet potatoes and potatoes.

Just when Ai Juren was eager to fill the vacancy and go to be an official in another place, the opportunity came.

In the first year of the Apocalypse, there was great chaos in the southwest, and the emperor personally conquered the great victory. The new policy against the chieftain came soon, that is, the imperial court began to vigorously organize lectures in the southwestern provinces.

Not only official schools, but also encourage non-governmental associations to give lectures. In a word, as long as you can bring Han culture into it, you are eager to learn.

Among them, there is one that makes Ai Juren particularly excited, that is, a well-known scholar who has taught in Southwest government schools for two years and can directly fill in the vacancies after he comes out.

What does this mean, if you go to support education for two years, you will definitely be an official when you come out!

Ai Juren pondered for a long time whether he should continue to eat and die here, wait for three, five years, or more than ten years, and wait for an illusory opportunity to fill the vacancy.

Still gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, went to the "mountainous area" to work for two years, and came back to step into the official career.

The dedication of ancient scholars to being an official is always incomprehensible to modern people like Zhu Youxiao.

Just like a large number of scholars waiting to fill vacancies, Ai Juren has just submitted an application to the Ningxia Chief Secretary Yamen to "support education" in Sichuan in the past two days.

If nothing else happens, this will be the last time he and Li Hongji meet...

In fact, he also has a copy of the Beijing News. It is said that the first issue of the reform of the Beijing News will publish new news.

"Ai Juren... the three of us can't read, can you see what's written on it?"

What Gai Hu said woke up Ai Juren who was in deep thought.

"You already know about the changes made by the imperial court to the station, so let me tell you what you don't know." Ai Juren said this, took a special look at Li Hongji, and reminded:

"You owe me half the money, pay attention to paying me back."

Li Hongji never felt that it was a glorious thing to owe money to others, so he nodded and said:

"Didn't you say that there is six renminbi of work and food silver? When this year's work and food silver comes down, I will pay you back together."

"That's good..." Ai Juren nodded and felt relieved, picked up the Beijing News again, and said with a deep frown:

"It says a few things."

"First, the relative Zhang Gongchen is the empress's younger brother. He committed crimes in the capital, plundered women's daughters, and forced old farmers to death. The matter got into the palace."

"What about the emperor, how did you deal with that villain?" Li Hongji didn't want to hear the process, he just wanted to know the court's attitude towards this matter.

"Zhang Gongchen was imprisoned. The emperor paid a lot of money to comfort the people of that family. He also asked the head of the state to provide a matchmaker so that the looted girl could marry a good farmer."

"Okay, he's a good emperor." Li Hongji spat at his feet and said, "What's wrong with the emperor, can the emperor bully the people?"

"This villain deserves to be imprisoned!"

Li Guo also slapped the table and shouted: "Okay, Your Majesty is doing well!"

While talking, Ai Juren was also looking at the layout of the Beijing News, trivial matters, excerpts from imperial edicts, the cabinet and six government orders.

After that, Ai Juren took the trouble to tell all the main contents of this issue of Beijing News.

Zhu Youxiao, Nan Haizi, was hunting deer. Because the old locust tree bumped into the king's body and did it, he ordered people to convict the tree as a sinful locust tree and show it to the public for three days.

Hearing this, Li Hongji and Li Guo were all amazed, and said that the emperor had a personality, not only benevolent in governing and loving the people, but the most important thing was to protect the calf!

After listening to Ai Juren finish talking about the policies and new things on the first page, Gai Hu opened the other side and asked, "It's so dense, what is it about?"

Ai Juren frowned and looked at it for a while, then said with a smile:

"These are not important matters, they are all names."

"What did these people do wrong that they need to be punished like this?" Li Hongji was only halfway through when he was interrupted by Ai Juren's voice like a pig's laugh:

"They were all imperial generals who performed outstandingly in the Southwest Conquest. They didn't do anything wrong. This time, they were commended for their military exploits in the Beijing News."

Li Hongji opened his mouth wide, quickly grabbed the Beijing News in his hand, and raised his voice to ask:

"So many generals with meritorious service?"

"Many?" Ai Juren shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"There was a great chaos in the Southwest. The imperial court mobilized troops from several provinces, tens of thousands of people, and the last list was only a few hundred names."

"Do you still think it's too much..."