I am engaged in construction in Datang

The Tang Weekly soon became popular throughout Chang'an.

Anyway, a piece of newspaper is not expensive, and this paper is no worse than rice paper!

Almost everyone who can read has a copy.

Ten thousand newspapers were quickly sold out, and some smart businessmen began to look for the women's village.

"Manager Feng!" Sun Chengmao bowed and said, "We want to buy more weekly newspapers and take them home."

He was the businessman who had previously joined forces with some merchants from Hebei Province to bid for the mining rights at Site No. 3. The coastal area of ​​Hebei Province is a rich salt-producing area, and they need that kind of purification technology.

Now that he has not yet learned the skills, he has set his sights on newspapers.

"Manager Sun, these newspapers have dates on them. If they are published too far in time, they will not be that valuable." Feng Sanxi said seriously. The owner of the manor had mentioned the importance of timeliness of news before, so he had to explain it clearly to others.

"This is the newspaper of May 18, 5th year of the Tang Dynasty. By the time it reaches Hebei Province, the second and third issues will probably be out soon!"

"Manager Feng." Sun Chengmao smiled bitterly. "It's better to have something than nothing, even if it's a little late. Besides, it takes two or three days for us to pass on a message. Newspapers are more universal and have a wider impact. People won't mind."

Feng Sanxi thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. He was almost misled by the owner of the manor's thinking.

"How many copies do you want?"

Sun Chengmao raised his hand and gestured: "Let's order together."

"Two thousand copies?"

"Twenty thousand!" Sun Chengmao said. He knew firsthand in Chang'an how popular Nuzhuang's newspaper was. How could two thousand copies be enough to sell?

Besides, a copy only costs 3 cents, so even if people don’t like to read the content, they are willing to buy it as paper for practicing calligraphy.

Sun Chengmao felt that 20,000 was too little.

If it sells well this time, they will definitely buy it for 50,000 or 100,000 next time.

"Then we have to wait for a day. Someone has placed an order elsewhere, and the village is working overtime to finish the work." Sun Chengmao and a few others are not the only businessmen with vision. Those who dare to do business these days are all people who have traveled far and wide. Who doesn't have some skills?

"Can some be shipped out first?" Sun Chengmao felt that he had to make use of the time difference and open up the market at home first, and then when a large number of newspapers arrived, the shipment would be quick.

"About two thousand copies, that's Zhuangzi's limit." Feng Sanxi didn't lie. Now several printing machines were almost smoking.

"Okay, I thank you, Steward."

At noon, Sun Chengmao stayed at the farm and had lunch. This time he treated the guests to Peking duck, four-happiness meatballs, etc. In the afternoon, everyone went to take a bath and felt extremely comfortable.

……

Xuanzheng Hall.

Today's court session did not end until noon.

Li Shimin asked the Shangshi Bureau to imitate Nuzhuang and make buns and soup. Everyone ate the meal and then started arguing again.

"Your Majesty, newspapers are the most important tool of our country, and we cannot let a Zhuangzi edit them!" Zhang Sun Wuji stepped out to give advice with great righteousness.

Yesterday, he was having a great time reciting poems and composing couplets with his beautiful lady at home when the housekeeper came rushing over with a newspaper: "Master, Master, the Duke of Wei and the Duke of Liang are on the newspaper! The Duke of Liang also wrote a policy paper, and now everyone is praising the Duke of Liang for his literary talent!"

"?" Changsun Wuji was completely confused and didn't understand the situation for a moment.

"Look." The housekeeper handed the newspaper to Changsun Wuji, pointing at the strange and inexplicably funny headline - Regarding the dog-skin plaster of Tuyuhun, the prime minister of the current dynasty, Fang Xuanling: I have something to say.

"Puchi——" Changsun Wuji felt in a good mood just by looking at the title before reading the main text.

The old house is on fire now, right?

"Master, the students in Chang'an City are now copying the questions of Duke Liang."

"What's so special about this..." When Changsun Wuji saw the content of the article, the smile on his face froze.

"Damn it!" He gritted his teeth, feeling sour.

Why isn’t his article in the newspaper?

Therefore, in the Xuanzheng Hall, as soon as Zhangsun Wuji finished his advice, Xiao Yu followed him out.

"I second the proposal."

Then Wei Zheng also came out. He was not jealous of Fang Xuanling or anything, but simply felt that newspapers were too destructive and it was more reassuring to keep them in the hands of the court.

Although Your Majesty has a close personal relationship with Nvzhuang, it is possible that this newspaper was even reviewed by Your Majesty personally.

but……

Your Majesty is Your Majesty, the court is the court, and the treasury and the national treasury are separate!

They, the ministers, cannot be excluded!

I heard that the imperial treasury is now much richer than the national treasury. Wei Zheng couldn't help feeling sad for the Minister of Revenue.

"Your Majesty." Fang Xuanling also came out: "I have something to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Fang Xuanling realized anything, a few suppressed laughs were heard from the corner of the court.

Even Li Shimin curled the corners of his mouth.

Fang Xuanling: "..."

Can we discuss the issue properly?

I usually speak like this, why don’t you laugh at me?

His expression changed for a while, and then he calmed down and said, "Your Majesty, we don't necessarily have to get the editing rights of the Tang Weekly. We can also publish a new newspaper, such as the Tang Political News, the Tang Daily, the Chang'an Weekly..."

Changsun Wuji and others thought, yes, Nuzhuang is, to some extent, His Majesty's spokesperson, and His Majesty must have read the newspapers published by her in advance.

In this case, why do we have to prohibit people from publishing newspapers?

Can't we do it too?

I don’t believe it can’t compare to the newspaper from Nuzhuang!

"What about the cost? We can't sell a newspaper for three cents like Nvzhuang does!" Xiao Yu's clan has a papermaking workshop, and he knows that papermaking is not that cheap.

Li Shimin said, "There is the latest printing machine in the village, which is cheap and has a fast printing speed. We can cooperate with Zhuangzi. Two newspapers should be able to be obtained for three cents."

"Your Majesty!" Sun Fujia, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, stood up and said, "There is no silver in the treasury!" (The Ministry of Revenue is still called the Ministry of Civil Affairs today, and for convenience it is still called the Ministry of Revenue. The acting minister Dai Zhou just died two years ago, and the minister is lazy in government affairs, so now only the assistant minister is working.)

Li Shimin: "..."

You are such a good guy, Sun Fuga, you told me you didn’t have over a hundred taels of silver!

"Lord Sun, you don't even have a hundred taels of silver?"

"Yes, yes, but..." Sun Fujia blinked his little eyes hard.

He doesn't want to spend the national treasury. There is so much money in the treasury now!

"No need to say more." Li Shimin made the final decision. Want to spend my treasury? No way!

"Lord Sun, money is not earned by saving. You must know how to increase revenue and reduce expenditure." Li Shimin suddenly remembered those thick economics books on Zhuangzi. "I know you don't understand. I will send you some books later. You must study them carefully."

Sun Fujia: “…”

I always have a bad feeling, what's going on?

After discussing the newspaper issue, the next thing to discuss was the Tuyuhun issue. Now the news of Tuyuhun's several great victories had reached Chang'an.

No one paid much attention to it, but the problem is...

The prisoners were actually sold!

Before, we were all at peace. I defeated you, and then you surrendered to me, and then I let you go.

Then you can go back to manage your own territory and pay tribute every year.

Now that people have been sold to mine, there’s no going back, right?

What makes us even more angry is that your farm didn’t even leave any people for us. Now we can’t even find anyone to work in our shop!