The predecessor who was scumbag by me was the emperor

Shen Jiati slid Wu Jing back, seeing him slumped, couldn't help scolding him with a headache: "You ran away in such a hurry, and they don't know who you are, how could they keep you? Your father may take you in because of his face, but he may not teach you with all his heart."

Wu Jing asked for advice: "Then Master Shen, what do you think I should do?"

Inexplicably, Shen Jia felt that this child was a bit pleasing, after all, his mind was pure and he had no evil intentions. In fact, such a person would not be able to be a profiteer, but there was nothing wrong with him being willing to learn.

"As for you, it's best to ask your father to go out and ask him to tell Mr. Wei that the imperial court is now cooperating with the Four Seas Bookstore to make newspapers. We need to send a few people to supervise. Take two shrewd stewards with you, so that you don't even know when someone sells you."

"No, how could Master Wei agree in this way?"

"Then it depends on your father's face." According to Shen Jia's thinking, Wu Haiqing is also a representative of literati, just like those great writers and university professors in modern times. It is too late for ordinary people to flatter, and he will definitely agree to such a trivial matter.

But Wu Jing was not confident, he begged Shen Jia bitterly: "Master Shen, help me to talk to my father, I will tell him that he will definitely disagree."

Shen Jia didn't refuse, and went to the Wu Mansion after leaving the Yamen that day, and saw Wu Haiqing who was still buried in the study reviewing manuscripts, with an excited face, but a disheveled face, as if he hadn't been out of the house for a few days.

He grabbed the boy leading the way and asked, "How long has your master been like this?"

The young man replied inexplicably: "It's been like this since you came last time. Except for going to the latrine, we live and eat in the study. Our wife went back to her mother's house angrily."

Shen Jia gave Wu Jing a sympathetic look, and the latter said calmly, "It's okay, my mother always likes to find all kinds of excuses to go back to her mother's house, she wished that my father would stay in the study and not come out."

Shen Jia's head was full of black lines, this brat was talking nonsense, Master Wu probably would have lost his temper when he heard this.

He knocked on the door and coughed twice to remind Wu Haiqing that there was a visitor.

"Don't bother me. If you have anything to do, ask the young lady and the young master. Also, remember to ask for two more days off for the old man."

Shen Jia smiled and said, "Master Wu, are you practicing in seclusion? Why do you feel like you've gone mad?"

Hearing his voice, Wu Haiqing looked up, and asked in surprise: "Why is Mr. Shen here? It's just in time, come in quickly, I found many excellent works, and I don't know which one to rank."

When Shen Jia went in, she found that the ground was full of manuscript paper, and there were no feet left. Master Wu ordered the servant: "Take out the rubbish on the ground and burn it. They are all unreadable things." After speaking, he took out a delicate The red sandalwood box was opened cautiously, and pushed to Shen Jia: "Come and take a look, they are all good things. I just found out today that there are so many talented people in Jin Dynasty. A masterpiece."

Shen Jia was also curious, wanted to see if there were any good things she hadn't seen before, and then looked at them one by one, most of them were poems, and there were well-written theories, one of which was written by the imperial court. The decrees issued are written in great detail, with all advantages and disadvantages listed, and they can be used at court meetings.

There are also a few short prose poems with gorgeous rhetoric. If they are compiled into ditties, they may become popular again.

In addition, there are actually some different manuscripts, such as introducing food, such as discussing the current economic situation, and what Shen Jia did not expect is that Mr. Wu will keep such manuscripts, and he thinks it is good. It shows that his views have changed a lot.

Shen Jia helped him to re-typeset the second issue of the newspaper. Compared with the first issue, the content of the second issue of the newspaper was more diversified, the layout design was more refined, and some cute little pictures were attached. If it can be used better Printed out on paper, maybe it can become a collector's edition.

Shen Jia had an idea and said to Mr. Wu: "Why don't we wait until the end of the year, we will make a special edition of the newspaper, extract the most exciting parts of the newspaper throughout the year, add pictures to make an exquisite publication, the price can be set Twelve copies, maybe you can make back your money in one go."

Master Wu thought to himself: My dear, a newspaper is only two cents, but this publication costs ten taels, so how many copies of the newspaper can I buy?Are there really any fools to buy it?

"Sounds good, and then I will have to worry about Mr. Shen."

Shen Jia said: "We can also make a vote at the end of the year, call Chang'an or nearby talents, vote on the content of newspapers and periodicals this year, select the best ten works, and award the authors, so that , more and more people will contribute in the future.”

"However, in this way, impostors and fraud may also occur."

Shen Jia thinks it's nothing, talent can't be concealed, gold always shines, it's very difficult for a person to impersonate another talented person, unless he doesn't go out to socialize.

"Then publicly add a statement in the newspaper: the work must be owned by the person himself, but if we find anyone who has stolen or plagiarized, we will publish it in the newspaper to let the people of the whole country know his evil deeds."

"I think it's okay, Mr. Shen is more flexible." Only then did Mr. Wu notice that his youngest son was also in the study, holding a sketch in a daze, and even yawned.

He pointed to his son and asked, "Why are you still here? Now that you're back, hurry up and pick up your mother home. What's the matter with staying at your mother's house? People who don't know think I don't want to see her."

Wu Jing rolled her eyes, and said secretly, "Anyway, it's no different if there is her in this family, if mother wants to go to grandparents' house, she can go, isn't there a big brother and a sister-in-law at home?"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here, Young Master Wu has just come back, when he heard that Master Shen is coming, he immediately ran over to communicate with him, he is now an unimportant official under the household department, so naturally he has to curry favor with Shen Jia, a doctor .

But Mr. Wu didn't think of this at all, and when he saw him coming in, he hurriedly ordered: "Hurry up and buy a table of food and wine, so that I can have a good drink with Mr. Shen."

Shen Jia was so moved that she was on the verge of tears, it was the first time that he was kept by Wu Haiqing for so many times in the Wu Mansion.

The food in Shen's residence was mediocre, but Shen Jia was also hungry, and being toasted frequently by Wu Haiqing, he didn't even eat a few bites of the food.

After so many days in the study, Mr. Wu finally came out to let the wind go. He drank one cup after another. When he drank to his heart's content, he was in high spirits and wrote a good poem on the spot.

Wu Jing frequently winked at Shen Jia at the dinner table, and his father only talked better after drinking.

After drinking and eating, Shen Jiacai finally mentioned to Mr. Wu that Wu Jing wanted to do business, saying that he wanted to learn from Master Wei.

Shen Jia thought that this matter would be difficult to handle, but Wu Haiqing looked like a high-minded scholar. This kind of person cared about rank the most, and also looked down on businessmen the most. Wu Jing had encountered difficulties before.

In the end, Master Wu asked: "Master Wei? Is that the merchant who bought the right to sell the newspaper outside the city?"

Shen Jia nodded: "It's him. I heard that he is a Jinshi who has been in business for 20 years. He has spread books all over the Jin Dynasty. He can be regarded as a Confucian businessman."

"It turned out to be him, Wei Shu, Wei Ziyan. Back then, the old man had been his mentor for half a year. He had a promising future, but he quit the county magistrate after a short time. The old man of the Wei family kicked him out of the house angrily. Later, when he started doing business, he completely broke with the Wei family."

When Wu Jing heard this, he thought it was over. If he wanted to do business, would he be driven out of the house too?Are you breaking up with your family too?He's not Boss Wei, he doesn't have the courage.

Wu Jing winked at Shen Jia, wanting him not to mention this matter, he is not afraid of being beaten, but if he wants to be kicked out of the house, he would rather be a playboy for the rest of his life.

Shen Jia ignored him, but asked: "Then his family is also from Chang'an?"

"Naturally, doctor Guanglu Temple, do you know?"

"Master Wei Bao."

"Yes, he is Wei Shu's elder brother. I don't need to say more about their father, right? He was the last minister of the Ministry of Rites, and it was Chu Liwei's turn after he became an official in his old age."

Shen Jia saw that Boss Wei's aura did not look like a businessman's background, but he did not expect that he was from such a family. He had no contact with Mr. Wei, only privately heard that he and Chu Shangshu were at odds, so that was the case.

Master Wu glanced at his youngest son. This kid has nothing to show off since he was a child. He only hoped that he would not grow up to be a dandy who does all kinds of evil. He didn't expect that he would have such an unexpected harvest when he was pushed out this time. .

Sure enough, the child can't be too used to it, let him suffer a little and gain more knowledge, and he will grow up.

Before Wu Jing came back and said that he wanted to do business, he didn't agree, because he knew that his work was only a 3-minute enthusiasm, but if he followed Wei Shu, he would be at ease.

Seeing that he had no ill feeling towards Wei Shu, Shen Jia brought up the matter again, sent Wu Jing away, and spoke to Wu Haiqing alone.

Wu Haiqing stopped him: "I know what you're going to say, so I don't need to say it. I'm not that pedantic person. It's okay to be a merchant. He's not the eldest son, and he can't inherit much family property. He's used to being a big spender, so he can make a living. I can rest assured that even if I haven’t learned anything, I have worked hard.”

"Then you agreed?"

"Do you think I'll object?" Master Wu rolled his eyes at him, "Don't think I don't know, you all say that I'm old-fashioned in private."

Shen Jia quickly shook her head: "No, no, I didn't say that, obviously we are talking about Chu Shangshu."

Master Wu vaguely knew that Shen Jia had a disagreement with Chu Shangshu, but he didn't know the reason, so he gave him a stare and didn't answer.

When Wu Jing learned that his father agreed to this matter afterwards, he was ecstatic, because he was already desperate, so he was very happy when he got the news, and thanked Shen Jia again and again.

Shen Jia patted him on the shoulder, whispered in his ear: "Remember, you are not just here to learn things, you also have to help your father watch the newspapers sold by the Four Seas Bookstore, don't let them learn from it." False."

"Then... am I going to do the work carefully?" Wu Jing's eyes brightened, "Okay, okay, I will definitely do it well, so that my father will have no worries."

In the evening, Shen Jia saw that Zhao Zhang hadn't come, so he entered the palace through the secret passage, saw that the imperial study room was brightly lit, and there were faint voices from others, so he didn't bother him, but stayed in the side hall.

Director Du came over after hearing the news, and explained: "Lord Shen, the emperor is still discussing the Northwest War with several lords. The latest battle report shows that the Tatars and Wacha have used troops against Datong Mansion."

Shen Jia was shocked, and hurriedly asked: "How many troops will be dispatched?"

"I heard that there are at least 20 troops."

Shen Jia gasped, 20?The soldiers on the prairie are no better than those in the Central Plains. There are at least half of the cavalry in 20 miles, and the soldiers and horses on the prairie are basically victorious against the soldiers and horses of the Jin Dynasty.

He waited for half an hour, but the meeting in the imperial study did not mean to end, so Shen Jia went back first, and then wrote a letter to Master Wu overnight, asking him to change part of the content of the second issue, and to urge The printing house stepped up printing.

Shen Jia fell asleep in the middle of the night. When she woke up, she saw someone lying beside her. She didn't know when Zhao Zhang came back. As soon as he turned over, the person next to him woke up. They turned around and hugged him, softly Said: "If you don't go to court today, sleep with me for a while."

Shen Jia leaned gently on him, closed her eyes and fell asleep again, but this time the sleep was not solid, so she just took a book and read it.

Zhao Zhang didn't wake up until Chen Shi, still a little tired, saw the worry on Shen Jia's face, and asked, "Du Fucheng said that you entered the palace last night, but is there something wrong?"

"It's okay, I just want to talk to you."

Zhao Zhang rubbed his brows, got up and got dressed, although the early court was cancelled, he still had to go to the palace to deal with matters, once the war started, there would be too many things to arrange.

"But conscription?" Shen Jia asked.

"Inevitably, the imperial court hasn't fought a war for a long time, and the supply of troops is insufficient. We plan to recruit [-] troops first."

"Okay, let's post the recruitment advertisement in the newspaper. The theme of this issue of the newspaper should be changed to military."

"Okay, these things will trouble you."

Shen Jia shook her head: "I am also one of the people protected by the soldiers. It is my honor to do something for them. I just hope that the war will end soon and fewer people will die."

Zhao Zhang entered the palace after having breakfast in Shen's residence. As soon as he entered the palace, he announced that General Qian and other generals would enter the palace to discuss matters.

At the age of General Qian, generals will basically not go to the battlefield, but they have rich experience, so we should listen to their opinions on what to prepare and how to defend against the enemy.

"Your Majesty, the school has just finished, why don't you promote all the students, after all you have learned something, and going to the border to be a centurion is not a big deal." Elder Qian suggested.

Zhao Zhang agreed. There is really no need to talk about assessment at this time, but he still urged: "We still have to ask for their personal consent."

Mr. Qian responded face to face, disapproving in his heart, since he enjoyed the cultivation of the court, why not go to the battlefield?

The orders from the palace were issued one by one, and the common people soon learned of the news of the foreign invasion. Although they were flustered, they were still calm. After all, Chang'an was still a long way from the border.

When they heard that the imperial court was recruiting soldiers, a group of young people responded, but the people in Chang'an City were used to living a comfortable life, and not many people signed up to join the army, but the imperial court did not expect to recruit troops from here, so they mainly recruited troops from the five northern provinces.

Master Wu went into his study again, took out the draft of the second issue of the newspaper after a day and a night, and took it to the printing factory for printing.

Within a few days, the first batch of newspapers were out of the warehouse. This time Mr. Wu did not send them to the official mansion, but put them all into various bookstores.

Shen Jia thought for a while, and built a small newspaper kiosk in a corner of the downtown street, so that ordinary people passing by could buy newspapers.

Not to mention, ordinary people seldom go to places like bookstores, and they dare not even step in. It's different on the street, anyone can buy them, and the little brother who sells newspapers has a kind attitude and stands by in his spare time. Reading the newspaper aloud at the window attracted a large number of illiterate people to gather on the side of the road.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the second issue of the newspaper is out, hurry up and buy it."

Every bookstore was crowded with people, and the shopkeeper had to arrange manpower to maintain order. Later, Four Seas Bookstore thought of a way to put ten large boxes at the door, put newspapers in them, and let customers line up to get them. A two-cent coin can be thrown into the wooden barrel beside it by oneself, and no one will be greedy for such a small gain.

As soon as they got the newspaper, many people found a quiet place to read it around, and saw a big line written on the front page: Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!

Then they wrote about the invasion of foreign enemies, including the name of the leader, the number of people, and where the troops were raised. The students said with emotion: "This newspaper is really convenient. How could we know such news in previous wars? It all depends on hearsay. "

"No, the battle reports in the past are all confidential, we can't see them at all. You see, there is also a conscription order from the imperial court, which clearly states the conditions, obligations and treatment of joining the army, not as before. It all depends on the character and mood of each general."

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. This sentence is so true. If I didn't have the ability to carry a sword, I would also like to join the army and serve the court!"

"Forget it. We are scholars, and scholars are useful as scholars. Although we can't join the army, we can write praises to the soldiers. If we become officials in the future, we can do more things."

"Yes, we should study harder now, strive for the first place in the imperial examination, and strive to stand in the court and contribute to the country in the future."

"Look at the second page, this poem is so well written... Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, hurry up. Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Mo Xiao, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

Everyone turned to the second page. This page was densely packed with poems related to the battlefield. The first one was the one just now. What came down was not done by me.

Since the newspaper began to solicit manuscripts, many people have indeed sent the manuscripts left by their ancestors. There was no such platform before, and even if there were really excellent works, no one would know about them. Since everyone knows that newspapers can publish excellent works sent in, they naturally want to share the good things in their hands. Put it up for the world to look up to.

"This song is also good...Yantai is frightened by the visitors, and the flutes and drums are noisy. The men will camp. The cold light produces snow, and the dawn on the three sides shakes the danger. The battlefield is full of fire and moon, and the seaside clouds and mountains embrace Jicheng. Young and small Although he is not a pen-throwing official, he still wants to invite Changying to discuss his merits."

"Although I am not a pen-throwing official, I still want to invite Changying to discuss merits." Someone repeated it aloud, tears streaming down, and choked up: "If I start to practice martial arts now, will I still have time to give up my pen and join the army and serve the country?"

There are a few poems here that were sent by Shen Jia, all of which were written under pen names, and it was also noted that the poems were not original, but were left by predecessors. As for the source, of course, they couldn't be found.

There are 1 poems on the whole page, and at the bottom there is a poem "Farewell and Leaving" written by an idler: Since Pangu opened the sky, the three emperors established the country, and the five emperors opened the border.Whenever a country encounters a major event, the man must be there, and sacrifice the body to the country with the sacrificial soldiers, even if the bones become hills and the blood spills into the river, the land of the country must not be humiliated. The border of the country will be mourned. Wang Lijian glows.I make no distinction between old and young, high or low, high or low, I will do my best with one heart, pour the water of the Yellow River, break the waves of the East Sea, subjugate the land of the barbarians, suppress the dens of the Japanese slaves, punish the bandits who deceive you, and defeat the barbarians. Then the blue sea is flowing, and the son stands upright, let the corpses cover the border fields, and only the spirit can rely on! {note [-]}

Everyone shed tears when they read it, and in an instant, this text spread throughout the city, and even young children could recite a few sentences. In a short time, there was a enthusiasm for joining the army in Chang'an City, and a group of people who had been indifferent before gradually poured in. Young people, even many scholars put aside their books, pens and ink, changed into short brown, and came to sign up.

Minister of the Ministry of War was shocked when he heard the news. He didn't expect the newspaper's contagious power to be so strong. If the newspaper could be spread to the whole world, then the conscription would be possible, not to mention 50, [-].

More people signed up, and the selection criteria became stricter. In the past, the old, the weak, the sick and the young could make up for the number, but now they can choose the young and strong. Even the generals who are about to lead the army have full confidence, shouting: With such a good son, why worry about not being able to repel the enemy!

At the super meeting, the cabinet unanimously affirmed the role of newspapers for the first time, and continued to praise Wu Dashi and Shen Langzhong. They also asked the emperor to approve a sum of money to print newspapers, so that such good things can be seen all over the country.

Zhao Zhang did not agree, and simply said that this matter has already been undertaken by someone, and there is no need for the court to pay for it. He even proudly said that the court also collected 500 taels for this, which can be used to build more newsstands in various places.

Anyway, the newsstand is small, it doesn’t take up much space, and it doesn’t cost a lot of materials. It only needs to invite one or two idlers to look at it, which is really convenient.

Knowing that this was Shen Langzhong's idea again, everyone sighed with emotion: This young man's brain is too bright, why did he take all the good things?

But no one will be jealous. Everyone in the imperial court knows that the "Idle Man" in the newspaper is Shen Jia's pseudonym. In this issue, two poems and one word were published on it, and they were the most popular. Everyone was moved, but everyone didn't believe him when he said that the poem was not written by himself.

Soon, Quan Chang'an fell into the frenzy of joining the army. Before the Four Seas Bookshop could deliver the newspapers to other places, the surrounding counties were also mobilized.

Farther away, officials and aristocratic families also received the newspapers from Chang'an first, and they spread the news. The whole people knew that a war was about to start at the border, and also knew how glorious it was to join the army.

There are civilians in the garrisons everywhere to ask if they want to recruit troops, but the places that have not received the conscription order dare not recruit without authorization, otherwise the generals in various places will laugh their teeth out.