Summon players, rebuild Dawei

Candles are brightly lit in the spacious pavilion, and the carved windows on all sides are tightly closed, leaving only a crack in the door for ventilation. The air is warm and filled with a unique smell of paper and ink.

This is the third floor of Junxue Zangshu Pavilion, and it is also the location of the studio of the newly established newspaper office.

When Jiang Shu entered, everyone in the newspaper office was quietly and focused on the work at hand, and the only movement came from the innermost typesetting room.

In the small room separated by gauze curtains, two roulettes full of wooden movable type were rotated gently. The typesetter called the number on the side.

He stood quietly at the door and looked at it for a while, and then called the name of Qin Shang who was proofreading and reviewing.

When the other party heard his voice, they realized that the prefect had arrived, and immediately stood up to greet him. Seeing this situation, other employees of the newspaper also stopped their work and bowed down to salute.

Many of the employees are part-time students hired directly from the county school, so there are also several old players who have tested and tested.

In the eyes of veteran players, Jiang Shu is the most special plot NPC. Any decision made by a special NPC may drop a high-reward adventure mission, so seeing Jiang Shu coming, everyone became excited at once, and some bold ones simply asked. : "Brother Shu, is there a task for us?"

Qin Shang frowned and looked over: "Don't be rude to the Fujun."

Even if the player is brave, he still has some respect for the teacher who teaches him.

The angry teacher was deducted from his favorability, what if he passed the mission next year?

So the trained player immediately zipped his mouth.

Jiang Shu waved his hand to signal them to continue working, then turned to Qin Shang and said, "Passing by the county school, let's take a look at the progress of the monthly report."

Hearing this, Qin Shang took him to his work table, picked up a printed newspaper and handed it to him: "This is the first draft of the printing, there are still many problems, and further changes are needed, Mr. Fu You can roughly see the effect."

Jiang Shu opened the newspaper and found that the first draft of the newspaper was really different from the newspaper in his impression.

First of all, due to technical problems, the printed text is one-sided. Secondly, the font is very large, and the typesetting is not very comfortable, which looks a bit messy. What Zhang Ban printed were all the contents of his Xiuxian novels after streamlining and revising.

Given such a large layout, only the first three chapters were printed, which is a bit of a waste.

"This font... can't be reduced any more?" Knowing that what he asked was nonsense, Jiang Shu couldn't help but ask.

You must know that engraving wooden movable type is a rather large project. The carpenters in the wood workshop have been busy for so long, and they can only supply the movable type used in school textbooks and first edition newspapers. Now it is too late to reduce the typeface.

"We have tried to use a small font size, but it is very easy to blur and the handwriting is blurred. This is the most suitable size after several changes." Qin Shang replied.

This is the shortcoming of wooden movable type. Although the cost of raw materials is low and it is more convenient to make, it is definitely not as clear as pottery movable type and metal movable type.

Jiang Shu understood that the difficulties were not easy to overcome in a short time, and sighed softly: "In this way, the cost of paper will be high?"

"You don't need to worry too much. The paper used in this monthly report is made from the discarded wood from the wood mill and ground into wood pulp after we communicated with the paper mill. It is not only low in cost, but also has strong ink absorption. The paper is soft and smooth. It is easy to print, but there are many impurities and it is easy to be damaged, which is not conducive to long-term storage."

Jiang Shu nodded, since the cost is not high, he is relieved.

Flipping through two newspapers, Jiang Shu's eyes fell on the end of the third newspaper, on which was printed a small poem introducing Miryang's food. The style of the poem was fresh and humorous. It was full of literary talent and at the same time described food in a very attractive way. Call it an excellent advertisement.

At the bottom right of the poem is also the name of the poet, who was Xie Jiao who had just left Miryang not long ago.

Jiang Shu was a little surprised, pointed at the newspaper and said, "When did he keep this?"

Qin Shang smiled slightly and explained: "This was not handed over by Xie Shilang himself, but the Juncheng sent someone to send it along with his landscape poems yesterday. It happened to be printed today. I think it is conducive to promoting the characteristics of Miryang. , and lined up one by one."

"So that's how it is." Jiang Shu put down the first draft, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "How about this? In the future, when selecting manuscripts, if merchants are willing to pay to publish propaganda words in newspapers, they can also choose a few appropriately. Cast."

Qin Shang thought for a moment, and then realized: "In this way, the newspaper will have an additional income channel."

"Yes."

"Your Majesty Xie made a point, I understand."

Jiang Shu nodded, and then slowly walked around the employees' work area, watching the work of the newspaper and saying, "It will be Zhengdan soon, and I want to publish the first Miryang monthly report in the new year , I wonder if Yusheng can make it in time?"

"I am dissatisfied with the governor, and the subordinates also have the same idea. If we work harder, we should be able to make it in time."

"Thank you Yusheng."

After walking around the newspaper office and finishing the press release, Jiang Shu was about to leave.

At this time, Qin Shang suddenly said: "The first monthly report is of great significance. I wonder if I have the honor to ask Fujun to mention it?"

"There is nothing wrong with this." Jiang Shu thought for a moment, and said: "Then it will be simpler, so as to save space, just write 'New Year is coming, I hope that the whole family will be reunited, and the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe'."

·

After returning from the county school, Jiang Shu first went to the side hall to invite Xie Min to have dinner at his own residence in the back house, and then sent someone to the kitchen to ask the chefs to cook a sheep and scorpion hot pot, preparing to enjoy a good meal tonight.

It gets dark early in winter, and as soon as you arrive, twilight has completely enveloped the entire yard.

Lanterns were lit under the porch, and under the dim lights, the night wind blows snowflakes flying all over the sky. Although the servants cleaned the road repeatedly, a thin layer of snow still accumulated on the stone path in the courtyard.

Knowing that the Fujun wants to invite the Juncheng to have a meal, Zhitao has already put charcoal fire in the house and lit incense.

The green smoke from the incense burner mixed with the billowing heat from the Yangxiezi hotpot, filling the whole room with a strange warm fragrance.

So when Jiang Shu opened the door and entered, he was choked and sneezed twice, and quickly said to Xie Yin who was about to close the door behind him: "Let's open the door for ventilation. It shouldn't be cold after eating hot pot, and you can enjoy it." Snow scene."

Xie Yin withdrew his hand and replied, "Okay."

Since the weather turned cold, Xiao Wu stopped running around after dinner, and usually slept in his cat's litter.

Today, because there was a hot pot in the room, the kitten was greedy for the aroma, so it moved to the soft cushion next to the desk, trying to get a piece of meat that the owner occasionally gave by acting cute.

Xie Yin is also very familiar with hot pot now, sat down at the desk and asked, "Aren't you going to eat mandarin duck pot today?"

"In winter, it's natural to eat something good to nourish your body." Jiang Shu replied, and after sitting down, she picked up a small bowl of soup and handed it to the other party: "Come on, brother Xie, drink a bowl of soup to warm up before dinner." individual."

"Thank you."

Xie Yin took the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful with a small spoon, and took a small taste first.

"how?"

"It's delicious."

Jiang Shu filled a bowl for herself, took a sip from the side of the bowl, then raised her head and smiled, "I think so too."

In addition to the hot pot for dinner, several side dishes are also prepared, which are suitable for chatting while drinking.

Of course, what Jiang Shu drank was wine, and what Xie Yin drank was tea.

While eating hot pot, the two chatted about various official and private matters.

Jiang Shu mentioned the little poem written by Xie Jiao about tasting the special delicacies of Miryang, and he suddenly thought of it: "By the way, is Brother Xie's Life-Extending Pill coming soon?"

Xie Yin responded: "There are about ten days left."

"I'll get one later," Jiang Shu said, "it's about your body, you can't be careless, it's better to take it some time in advance."

Xie Yin nodded, and then asked casually: "Speaking of this matter, I'm a little curious, is the expert's words that my younger brother said earlier really true?"

Hearing this, Jiang Shu paused when he picked up the food, then put down his chopsticks and said, "I know I can't hide it from Brother Xie."

Xie Yin stared at him, quietly waiting for the truth.

Jiang Shu took a sip of his drink and said, "What I said at that time was true or false. The expert did exist, and he did go to sea, and I did have some adventures, but it has nothing to do with the expert."

"What kind of adventure, can't you say it?"

Jiang Shu hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "You can't say it."

Although he can trust Xie Yin, such things as players and games are still beyond the acceptance range of the ancients, and even if he wants to explain it, it is difficult to explain it clearly.

Xie Yin narrowed his eyes and said: "If it's difficult, it's okay not to say it, but from now on, it's better not to mention the adventure to others."

"Brother Xie, what do you mean?"

Xie Yin said calmly: "Since ancient times, people with visions have achieved great things."

His understatement, but Jiang Shu was so startled that he almost spit out his drink, and quickly waved his hand and said: "I'd better forget it, I don't have that ability."

"Brother Shu really thinks so?"

"Of course, it is difficult enough to govern a county. Thanks to the help of capable people like you, otherwise I am afraid that even Miryang will not be able to manage it."

Xie Yin seemed to just mention it casually. Hearing what he said, he followed the words: "You have done a good job, don't be too demanding on yourself. When you are busy with business, you can ask me to share it at any time."

Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows: "This is what you said. In the future, I will be too busy to go home at night. Brother Xie, please don't accuse me of bullying patients with my power."

Xie Yin raised his lips slightly, nodded his head and gave a "hmm".

Jiang Shu smiled and raised his wine glass: "That's just right, take this opportunity to drink for the bright future of our government."

Xie Yin looked at his tea, picked up the teacup and touched his wine glass crisply.

The tea and wine splashed slightly and fell into the opponent's cup.

The two of them drank a cup in the drifting snow, in the dim light, separated by the hazy white mist.

·

The night was dark, and the wind outside the tent was as cold as a knife.

Several fires were burning in the open area of ​​the camp, and surrounded by raging fire, two warriors were competing in martial arts.

Compared with the burly and majestic figure of the Xiongnu warriors, the youth of the Jie nationality looks thin and weak. However, such a thin young man, by virtue of his nimble and agile movements and fist-to-flesh ruthless moves, abruptly doubled his body size His own Hun warrior fell to the ground and rubbed against the ground fiercely.

"Good! You are worthy of being my favorite warrior!" Lan Gujian applauded resonantly.

Seeing such an unexpected battle situation, the other Hun soldiers onlookers cheered and echoed after being surprised.

Compared with Lan Gujian, who has a hearty expression, Huyan's pretty face is not so happy.

This is natural, no one will be happy when the warriors in his guard are defeated by a Jiehu randomly sent by the opponent.

However, the unhappiness in my heart is not happy. After all, the other party is the number one general Lan Gujian who is deeply valued by the Da Shanyu. Huyan Manman can only congratulate with a hypocritical smile: "The subordinates of the big household are indeed able to come out in large numbers. A mere Jiehu It can also be cultivated to be so fierce."

Lan Gujian smiled and said: "Your Highness, I don't know that Xing Sang was not cultivated by me, but a genius I discovered among many Jie slaves. He is a natural warrior."

"That big householder has really good eyesight." Hu Yanman boasted with a smile that was not a smile, and gave the guards around him a look, telling the guards to quickly take away the Hun warrior who was beaten to the ground and couldn't get up.

It's enough to lose face for a while, but you can't keep losing face.

Yin Yunying, who was serving at the side, saw that Huyan Manman was in a bad mood, so she fed him the peeled grapes more and more gently, while her eyes fell on the young man in front of him who was being rewarded from time to time, and took a picture without any trace.

"Xing Sang, you played very well this time, how about this, I haven't used the maid behind me before, so I will reward you for a night, if you like it, it doesn't hurt to give it to you."

As soon as Lan Gujian said this, the Han slaves behind her trembled immediately, but she dared not disobey her master's words, even though her legs and feet were trembling, she still obeyed the order and walked to Xing Sang's side.

The young man of the Jie nationality seemed to be very happy. After expressing his thanks with clasped fists, he grabbed the arm of the Han maidservant and dragged her to the soldiers' camp.

Seeing that he was so impatient, everyone burst out laughing.

Huyan Manman couldn't help showing a disdainful smile, and said with a sneer: "It's really a Jie slave, and I haven't seen the world."

On the other side, after Xing Sang pulled the woman into his tent, the smile on his face disappeared.

He silently lit the candle, and took off his clothes as if no one was there.

"Master, master, I'm here to help you." The maid said with a trembling voice.

Xing Sang glanced at her, stopped his movements, and spread his arms.

The maid lowered her eyes and gently helped him take off his clothes.

When she took off her underwear, she accidentally saw the words made up of pale scars on the man's arm, and blurted out the words accidentally.

"Jiang Shu..."

Xing Sang suddenly turned to look at her: "Are you literate?"

The maid immediately lowered her head in fear, and said softly, "I learned a little bit when I was young."

"Are you a noblewoman?"

The maidservant didn't answer, she was acquiescing to this point.

Xing Sang sat by the bed and asked, "My family is in the north, was it taken captive by the Huns?"

The servant girl nodded as if she suddenly understood something when she heard his words.

Immediately, Yue Mo felt that Xing Sang was easier to talk, so he sat down beside the bed and asked in a low voice, "Is he your sweetheart?"

Xing Sang followed her gaze to his own arm, and said silently for a moment: "He is my... benefactor."

After finishing the words, she gently pulled the corner of her mouth, turned around and lay down on the bed.

Seeing this, the maid hesitated for a while and then began to undress.

Xing Sang glanced at her and said, "Just sleep like this."

"what?"

"I'm not interested in the Han people." After saying that, he turned around and extinguished the candle.

The field of vision suddenly plunged into darkness, the servant girl was stunned for a while, and it took a while to realize that she had escaped a catastrophe, she couldn't help being slightly relieved, and carefully sat on the ground, leaning against the edge of the bed, curling up her body, not daring to move at all.