History of Cannon Fodder Struggle [Qing]

Minning suspected that it was the actions of the women in the backyard, but the fourth master had other ideas. The mansion was built under his watch, and the furniture in the mansion were all made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

What's more, he was still in the palace at that time, and if he wanted to do anything, he could only do it from outside the palace.

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you an answer!" Fourth Master said firmly, and then left with Nanny Tong.

Afterwards, Minning kept hearing about who's yard was searched for something, whose yard's flowers and plants were shoveled, anyway, every yard had problems, even Li Gege, who was lucky enough to give birth to a son before, was found in the warehouse. A problematic set of screens.

Later, I didn't know what fourth master found out, so the news was cut off.

Within two days, fourth master sent her a medical girl surnamed Ye, saying that she was helping her recuperate.

Minning was a little disappointed. She had promised to give her an answer earlier, but now there is no news. She began to seriously consider whether she should have a child?

In the end, Minning did not go it alone in running the newspaper, but decided to cooperate with the imperial court. The imperial court has a certain scale of newspapers, but it is aimed at officials from all over the country rather than ordinary people.

Minning wanted to find the cabinet directly online, and asked to forward the above content.But she didn't have enough status, so she wanted to find fourth master.

"You mean to run a private residence newspaper?" After hearing her story, the fourth master inadvertently tapped his fingers on the table.

Minning replied: "Yes, but my newspaper is called Beijing Morning Post. Half of the page reprints the policies of the imperial court in the official newspaper, the other half publishes gossip, and the other half invites articles from officials and students."

Then she explained in a low voice: "Master, I found that many people misunderstand the current affairs of the imperial court. With newspapers, ordinary people can understand the current affairs more intuitively. The newspapers will also predict the weather conditions in the next few days, which can guide the people to plant. "

Fourth master stopped his fingers, "Is what you said true?"

Minning said arrogantly: "Master, you have seen the power of bicycles before, it is Mr. Huang who invented bicycles, and he is still making coolers, heaters and dehumidifiers. Our people have already After more than half a year of experimentation, the weather conditions in the next few days can be roughly predicted based on the air humidity. The accuracy rate can reach [-]% if not [-]%.

Eighty percent is already very remarkable. Every autumn harvest season, there are always those crops that miss the best harvest time, and the rain causes mold and germination.

In addition to Qin Tianjian, only ordinary people with rich experience can roughly estimate the weather.

Qin Tianjian can only predict the capital. If the tools she mentioned are really so useful, they will be arranged in every place in the future, and they can completely guide the local people to cultivate.

"This matter is too important, and I have to report it to Ama Khan. You first tell me what you think, and if Ama Khan agrees, I will report it myself."

Minning immediately said: "We just need a few editors. These editors should preferably be members of the Imperial Academy. They are here to review manuscripts. Only reviewed manuscripts will be published in newspapers."

Fourth Master nodded calmly. This is a good idea. In the end, the content of the newspaper can be controlled by the imperial court.

Minning continued: "In terms of current affairs, we need to cooperate with the Mansion Newspaper. I hope to give us a copy of the daily Mansion Newspaper's copy of the content. For the time being, there are only two points."

Fourth Master nodded, "Okay, I will take Grandpa to see the two things you said later, if it is true, Grandpa will help you."

On the second day, fourth master met the emperor and only said that there are two things that can be tested, the cooler and the heater and the dehumidifier.

The emperor was surprised and said: "Is it really that accurate?" It is not uncommon to be able to predict the weather, and the Qin Tianjian can do it, but it is a big deal to rely on utensils to predict.

The fourth master replied: "It's also my Gege who likes to collect some craftsmen and do random research. Someone made that thing before, and her craftsmen modified the two things, and found that it is very accurate in predicting the weather. I thought it would be good for the people. You can’t keep it hidden, so I told my son. My son went to see it yesterday, and there is indeed a certain basis.”

The emperor was just surprised. The foreigners invented the chime clock and the telescope. It should be true that there are some capable people among the people. He never underestimated the people of the world.

The emperor decided to take his son to visit the workshop with many magical things in his mouth.

The fourth master was stunned for a moment, the old man really wanted to get out.

Minning's craftsmen had already moved from the house to Xibianmen, where there was enough space for them to study.

The emperor brought his fourth son along with a few guards and came to Xibianmen. There is also a banner camp here to guard the safety of the capital, so there is no need to worry about safety.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see the lively scene inside.

Seeing Fourth Master coming, Lin Yuan hurried over to pay his respects, and soon guessed the identity of the person next to Fourth Master, tremblingly explained to the two of them.

Seeing the mechanical doll that could run by itself, the emperor frowned. Why did they come here? Then he asked, "Where are the so-called heat and cold detectors and dehumidifiers?"

"You guys, please follow me." Lin Yuan quickly led people inside.

Turning around the rows of big trees, he saw a unique house hidden behind the trees. Looking at the porcelain pieces on the wall, the emperor exclaimed, "That's right, it's a clever idea. These discarded porcelain pieces can still be used in this way."

Fourth Master came to see it yesterday, but the sky was a little dark, not as bright as it is now.

After entering the room, against the backdrop of the tall and large windows, the walls and floors are covered with white tiles, making it look much brighter than ordinary rooms.

The air conditioner and the humidity tester are not in the house, but on the roof of the second floor. While leading the way on the stairs, Lin Yuan explained: "These two things need to be tested outdoors, and people come and go downstairs." It will affect the result, and there is no such worry on the roof.”

There is a small area on the roof that is flat, Lin Yuan continued: "The warehouse will occasionally dry some grain on this roof."

The emperor nodded, this kind of house is practical for common people.

The two heat and cold testers and the dry and humid tester are made of wood, which looks a bit clumsy. Lin Yuan also holds a booklet in his hand, and the data is recorded in the booklet.

After submitting it, Fourth Master personally took it and handed it over to the emperor.

After the emperor opened it, he found that some places were recorded with numbers of foreigners. The emperor who had studied geometry could understand these numbers, but he didn't expect to see them in a humble workshop.

"Do you all understand these numbers?" The emperor flipped through them casually and asked Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan swallowed his saliva, and replied nervously: "My lord, our master requires us to use this kind of numbers for accounting, so if we want to understand the accounts, we must first learn how to use these numbers."

The emperor didn't say anything, but fourth master frowned first.

The emperor smiled and said to his fourth son: "You Gege have some opinions, don't hold her back when you turn around, it's rare that our Aixinjueluo family has a god of wealth who can make money."

Fourth master pulled the corner of his mouth forcefully, and replied, "Yes."

He continued to look at it again, remembering that it was all data, the emperor handed the booklet to Liang Jiugong, and said: "Let the people from the Qin Tianjian check it later to see if this method of prediction is accurate."

"twitter!"

When Lin Yuan heard this, he was so frightened that his soul flew out of his wits. He didn't expect it to be Long Live God.

His feet softened and he knelt directly on the ground, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The emperor was very kind, "Get up, don't be afraid, I won't eat you, and I need you to explain to me."

Fourth Master kicked him, "Hurry up and get up!"

Lin Yuan hurriedly got up from the ground.

"What else is worth seeing below?" the emperor asked.

Lin Yuan hurriedly pointed to the next room, "There, there are typewriters and type printing machines."

"Printing machine? Can it be used to print books? Take me there to have a look?" The emperor glanced at his fourth son before saying to Lin Yuan.

He didn't know about his own son, it must have been a cover before, and that's what he wanted him to see.

Fourth master followed behind the emperor without looking sideways.

After seeing the typewriter and those lead mines, the emperor was a little moved, "Can this material be used to make movable type? No need to use copper?" Copper was a scarce ore in the Qing Dynasty, and most of it was used to cast copper coins. How could it be used to make characters? .

Therefore, movable type has been around for so long, and the Qing Dynasty still printed books or mainly used wood carvings.

Lin Yuan explained it in detail, and then said: "These were brought back from foreigners by one of my subordinates, and our craftsmen modified them to be more suitable for the use of Chinese characters."

The emperor asked again, "How much silver does this set need?"

"It's not expensive, a set is only a little over 1 taels."

This is much cheaper than the 10 taels of copper characters. The emperor thought that if this kind of writing became popular on a large scale, the cost of books would drop a lot, and there would be more scholars in the world.

I don't know that this will cause consequences. If I don't think about it, it is impossible for the emperor to let this happen.

He also saw many things that have been built or are being built, especially the appearance of the deep plow, which made the emperor feel very sad, "This kind of deep plow can leave a name in history, how can it be buried here."

Lin Yuan explained in a low voice: "Our boss also wants to promote it, but no one believes it, so we want to dedicate it to the Lord Long Live." This means that this kind of earning fame should be left to the emperor.

The emperor was very satisfied. This time he found a lot of good things here, enough to change the lives of the people.

After returning to the palace, the emperor sat down on the dragon chair and asked his fourth son, "Tell me, today I mainly want to show you the printing press. What do you think?"

Fourth master knew that he couldn't hide it from the emperor, so he told about An Gege's plan to start a newspaper.

The emperor stroked the beard on his chin, and it happened that he also planned to test Shilin, so he could let this newspaper explore the way first.

If the effect is good, then he can directly pick peaches. If it makes Shilin resist, that's even better, there are ready-made people who can use it to calm the anger of literati.

The emperor agreed, and with a big wave of his hand, he promised two bachelors from the Imperial Academy to review the manuscript.

"The cabinet will send a copy of the mansion newspaper, but let me see what this so-called newspaper looks like first, first." If it doesn't satisfy him, the emperor doesn't mind taking back his promise.

Fourth master respectfully agreed.

The large number of students in Liulichang is obvious to all in the capital city. Even though half a year has passed since the palace examination, many students still stay in the capital to prepare for the scientific examination three years later.

And Liulichang has become the place where students gather most often. There are always students holding poetry banquets here to connect with classmates.

On this day, someone openly set up a stall on the street.

This booth is very special and does not do business, but recruits workers. The recruitment requirements are indicated on a white paper in front of the booth.

Ten editors are recruited, and they need to be a scholar or above, and several reporters, and they are uniformly required to be able to read and write.

It is not uncommon to recruit workers, but it is a strange thing that recruiting workers are targeted by literati.

All pens in this world are in the hands of literati.

For a moment, the stall was surrounded by many students. Fortunately, the stall owner was quite calm and a person who could read and write. He patted a stack of papers on the stall, "Those who are interested can take one back, fill it out and then fill it out." Hand it in."

In an instant, many curious people divided up the stack of papers.

Feng Xiang is the son of a squire in Jinling. He lost his name in the scientific examination to Sun Shan. His father sent a letter asking him to go back and get married.

Marriage meant that he would inherit the family business and give up the scientific examination. Feng Xiang was unwilling in every possible way. He wrote back and refused, and the family cut off his money to force him to return to his hometown.

In the beginning, Feng Xiang bit the bullet and supported it, but the expenses in the capital were too high, although he saved and saved, and his classmates helped him.But seeing that his little money was exhausted, he had no choice but to return to his hometown in despair.

This time I came out to get together with my classmates, maybe I didn't make the last plan.I didn't expect that I just came out to watch the excitement, and snatched a piece of paper in a daze.

He looked down and saw the words on the paper: An editor is now recruited, a scholar or above is required, the scope of work is to review manuscripts, and ten taels of silver per month.

Feng Xiang's eyes lit up, ten taels was enough for him to survive in the capital, and he was already a Juren, fully meeting the above requirements.

Resisting the excitement in his heart, he looked down again.

A number of editors are recruited, there is no requirement for fame and fame, only literacy and hyphenation are required, the scope of work, walking around the streets every day, looking for the latest things to record, and submitting to the editor for review.

Feng Xiang suddenly realized that the editor was reviewing the manuscript written by the reporter.

Continue to open, at the bottom is a line of large characters, sincerely invite people from all walks of life to submit manuscripts, the content of the manuscripts, novels, poems, parallel essays, etc., can use a pen name, and the manuscripts can be thousands of words after acceptance.

The following is the submission address.

A group of literati stirred up, some disdainful, some silently put away the paper.

Feng Xiang looked up and saw that there was another stack of papers on the booth. More and more literati gathered, and soon the papers were also separated.

The owner of the stall rang the gong next to him, and the voices of the people around him became quieter in an instant. They only heard the owner of the stall say, "Everyone take this back and have a good look at it, and think about it. Those who are interested in applying for a job can also come to the newspaper behind me tomorrow, remember to fill in the content on the back of the paper, and we will have an interview tomorrow."

After the stall owner finished speaking, he turned around and entered the back yard. Only then did Feng Xiang see that there was a long wooden sign hanging beside the gate of the yard. On the wooden sign were written a few large characters - Beijing Morning Post Office.

But what is the meaning of this morning newspaper?Never heard of such a place.

Looking at the empty room after returning home, Feng Xiang made up his mind to apply for the job tomorrow, regardless of the integrity of the scholar, he'd better find a job to make a living first.

If you can't apply for the job, you can only go back to Jinling to get married and pass on the family line.

On the second day, Feng Xiang put on the best clothes so far, and took the book boy in a carriage to Liulichang.

He thought there would not be many people, but he didn't expect that there were five or six people in front of him, which was beyond his expectation.

That's all for those poorly dressed ones, why is there a rich man among them.Feng Xiang knew this person, he was the son of the Li family.The Li family is well-known in Jiangnan. This Mr. Li's uncle is in charge of the Jiangning Weaving Bureau. He is said to be very respectable in front of the emperor. Mr. Li has a cousin who has entered the palace, and now he is a concubine with two children. Prince.

Feng Xiang was surprised that such a young master was also applying for the job?

Entering the gate of the newspaper, the first thing that catches the eye is the ground, which is actually covered with porcelain, and the words are pieced together with celadon.

There are texts indicating the direction on several roads.

One leads to the editorial office, one leads to the editor-in-chief's office, and the other leads to the reporter's office.

At present, there are only these three roads, but looking back, it seems that there are other small roads, and it is temporarily unknown where those paths lead.

"Please follow me." The stall owner who was recruiting yesterday appeared and said to these people, and then led the way to a row of wing rooms not far from the gate.

When he reached the first door, he said again, "Please hand in the papers in your hands, whose name will be sent later, and whoever will come in one by one."

Feng Xiang took out the paper that had been filled in yesterday from his arms and handed it in. After the man finished collecting it, he asked them not to wander around, and someone would call him immediately.

Not long after the man went in, he came out and called another person's name.

"Zhang Shaoyang!"

"Here!" A scholar in a washed-out suit stood up.

The man said: "You go in first."

Zhang Shaoyang and Feng Xiang also knew each other. He revealed the case of cheating in the provincial examination to others last year. Although he was not punished, he was admitted to Juren, but he was not a Jinshi. I don't know if there are other reasons.

It's just that I didn't expect Feng Xiang to apply for the job too. Judging by his appearance, he seems to be living a difficult life. Although he was not a rich man before, his family could support him to study, so he should be a small rich man. It's just that he hasn't seen him for half a year. Sudden down and out?

Feng Xiang lowered his head, this matter is beyond his control.

After Zhang Shaoyang came out, he looked relaxed, probably because the interview went well.

The people in front went in one by one, and soon it was that young master Li's turn.

Young Master Li came out soon after he went in. When he came out, his face was unhappy, and his mouth was still stern, "If you dare not admit me, I will let your newspaper fail to open later!"

However, no one paid any heed to his threat. Looking at the indifferent appearance of the people in the newspaper office, Feng Xiang immediately understood in his heart that there must be someone supporting the newspaper office, and they were not ordinary people.

But who is the person behind this?

He also thought of the gathering of the royal relatives and relatives in the capital, and Mr. Li's threat still has some weight in the south of the Yangtze River, but in the capital he can only be seen as a joke.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiang calmed down, and Anxin waited for him to come in.

He was quickly called, and Feng Xiang walked in, only to find that there were three people sitting inside, a chubby man whose age could not be discerned, he should be less than [-] years old.One has a straight face, although he looks like he is wearing casual clothes, but his official prestige can't stop him.There was another one who invited them in.

The three sat in a row with a piece of paper in front of them. Feng Xiang stopped five steps away from them.

"Tell me about the position you are applying for first." The chubby man spoke first.

"I'm applying for an editor." Feng Xiang said nervously.

The chubby man continued: "The job of editing requires a certain amount of experience. On weekdays, you not only have to check the manuscripts handed over by reporters, but also the manuscripts submitted by people in society. You need to be careful, patient, and fully discerning. So I have a few Take a look at the three manuscripts, which ones can be passed and which ones can't."

Feng Xiang stepped forward to take it respectfully, and then began to flip through a few manuscripts.

The first one wrote about an old lady who lost a cat in a certain alley. The article began to revolve around the cat to guess whether the neighbor who had a grudge against the old lady stole the cat, or the people on the opposite side asked the cat to lock it up secretly.I wrote a bunch of eloquently, and finally mentioned that the cat just ran out to play and came back after a day.

Feng Xiang frowned, what kind of nonsense is this writing?How can this kind of manuscript pass?

He flipped to the second sheet without any hesitation, and the second sheet was written with a poem. Feng Xiang carefully glanced at the three people sitting on it, and then flipped to the third sheet.

In the third one, he talked about the recent cowpox incident in a straightforward manner, and then began to speculate whether there was something wrong with the cowpox experiment, and why there was no news.

"How? If you were an editor, which ones can be passed and which ones can't?" Lin Yuan leaned back in the chair and asked him with his arms folded.

Feng Xiang replied without hesitation: "If it were me, I wouldn't give you three."

"Oh!" Lin Yuan became interested, and sat up straight to ask him, "Can I tell you what you think?"

Feng Xiang handed over the paper, and then said, "The first one is not good, because I don't know what to write about a cat. The second one, the poem is good, but there is something wrong with the words..." Spreading out is another literary inquisition.

He paused for a moment and continued, "As for the news about the third cowpox, the imperial court hasn't released the result yet. There are a lot of speculations on it, which can easily cause misunderstandings."

Lin Yuan clapped his hands, "Yes, the basic elements of our submission are timeliness, novelty, and importance. There are two other points to ensure authenticity and objectivity."

"Okay, Feng Xiang, right? You have been admitted, and I will come over tomorrow to train you, and your salary will start from tomorrow."

Feng Xiang immediately said happily: "Thank you, I promise to come tomorrow, by the way, I don't know what the adults call you."

Lin Yuan pointed to himself and said, "My surname is Lin, but I don't belong to the newspaper office. I'm here to help today." Then, he pointed to the serious-looking person and said, "This is Mr. Wang, he is from the Imperial Academy. I'm a bachelor's student who only comes here every afternoon, and I'm also your editor-in-chief, and you have to hand in your finished manuscripts for him to review."

Finally, he blamed the person who brought them in, saying: "This Mr. Xue is the curator and the person in charge of the printing factory. What is the printing factory, I will tell you when I return to the training. Well, you can go back. , please go out and ask the next person to come in."

Hearing this, Feng Xiang quickly bowed to the three of them, then backed away.

First he called the person behind him, and then Feng Xiang looked at the scenery in the yard. He was going to work in this place in the future.

Without further delay, Feng Xiang walked out of the courtyard gate, called the book boy waiting outside the courtyard and walked straight to the direction where he lived.

By the way, I almost forgot to ask the newspaper if it provides accommodation?His house seems to be up for lease at the end of this month.

In order to save those few pennies, Feng Xiang insisted on walking back.

The next morning, I couldn't wait to rush to the newspaper office.

"Be sure to go to the newspaper office at seven o'clock in the morning. There is a chime clock over there. Don't forget to check the time!" Mr. Xue pointed to a big chime clock on the roof of a certain house.

Feng Xiang followed his hand and looked over, only to see a chiming clock tower, tall and pointed, and the hands on the clock could be seen from a long distance, but it wasn't there yesterday, why did it suddenly appear this night?

And what are the crooked symbols on it?

Mr. Xue clapped his hands and drew everyone's attention back, "Follow me into the meeting room first."

The meeting room is also in the row of wing rooms from yesterday, only near the end.

Feng Xiang looked around, and there were ten people including Mr. Xue, who should have been added one after another after he left yesterday.

Mr. Xue led them into the conference room, which was empty, only a long table occupied the whole room, and there were twenty or thirty chairs beside the long table.

Mr. Xue found a seat at random and sat down, then pointed to the chair opposite and said, "You guys sit too."

When everyone was seated, Mr. Xue handed out a booklet to each of them before speaking: "First, I will teach you to recognize some numbers and symbols. Open the first page. Numbers must be remembered, and they are often used in the news. And Some symbols, these symbols are used to break sentences, and the usage books of each symbol also have explanations."

Wait for everyone to open the booklet and read it.

Mr. Xue continued: "I will give you an hour to look at the numbers and symbols in this booklet. It is now 53:53, and I will come back at [-]:[-] to teach you some applications of numbers. The training time is seven In the first four days, we will teach some simple knowledge and the writing format of the news, and in the last three days, we will take everyone to run the news. If you are not used to it in these seven days, you can leave automatically. After the seven-day training, you will officially sign a contract. There are more than two months of internship time for you to run by yourself, and you will be strictly required after three months. Well, I will give you time to read books first, and I will come back later."

Wait, isn't he an editor?Running the news seems to be a reporter's job.

Forget it, let's take a look at what is written in this book.

Feng Xiang thinks that he can handle the Four Books and Five Classics, but this is just a thin book, so it must be fine.

However, when Feng Xiang officially opened the book, he was a little bit blind. Wait, is this symbol one?And this twisted one is the same as melon seedlings?

After reading it for a long time, I always forget it after reading it. Feng Xiang resorted to the old method and wrote it a hundred times first.

Fortunately, there is paper next to it, and there is a pen on the paper.

But what about ink?And why is there no hair on this pen?What is this pointed black end?

He tentatively drew a stroke on the paper, but unexpectedly there were traces.

Someone nearby picked up a pen after seeing this scene, and soon everyone in the conference room began to pick up a pen and draw on paper.

Although I am not used to it, I am used to the soft brush, and then turn to use this hard pen to write crooked characters.

However, Feng Xiang saw the benefits of this kind of pen, as long as there is only one pen, there is no need to bring a pen, ink and inkstone, which is more convenient for people who travel, and more economical for a person with a small pocket like him. Affordable.

Every time I buy a pen and ink, I have to use up a lot of money.

Feng Xiang thought about whether he should ask the newspaper office to buy more pens and go back.

The emperor also saw the same pen. To be precise, as long as it was made by the workshop, the emperor would receive the latest reports and samples.

Ever since he realized that the things produced by that workshop were extraordinary, the emperor sent people to keep an eye on them all the time, and every time something was produced, the item and its purpose were quickly presented on the emperor's dragon case for his reference as soon as possible.

The emperor is now considering sending some manufacturing offices to learn from them. Those people in the palace only make some flashy things, and it is a pity that they cannot be used by the people.

Holding a pen in his hand, he wrote a few words on the paper. The emperor sighed that he would no longer have to worry about the ink staining the paper. After writing a few words, the emperor wiped them with the bread crumbs on the side, and the handwriting faded away.

"Yes, very practical." The emperor threw the pen and bread crumbs on the dragon case and nodded in satisfaction.

Adults may not need to use it, but some children whose wrists have not grown enough to hold a pen can only practice calligraphy with this pen.

"Has this kind of pen been used in newspapers?"

Liang Jiugong on the side replied: "Going back to the Long Live Lord, not only the newspaper, but also some craftsmen's drawings. It is said that it is very popular because of its convenience."

The emperor nodded, "Then send someone to send some more, and send a few to each of the younger brothers so that they can learn to read."

"Another 1000 taels of silver will be given to the workshop, and a plaque written on it will be given to skilled craftsmen."

"The slave obeys the order!"

"There is also this music box, which is quite surprising. Ask the workshop if it can make Mongolian music, and it must be presented on the birthday of the Empress Dowager next month." This is completely treating the workshop as the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"...The servant will do it now."

Feng Xiang was dazed and walked out clutching his swollen head. After studying this day, his mind was stuffed with a lot of new knowledge.

And that magical number, addition and subtraction, is indeed easier to learn than the previous ten books of arithmetic.

As soon as those numbers were written, the originally difficult problem instantly became simple and clear.

For the first time, he discovered that arithmetic can be learned so easily. He thought a lot in his mind, and suddenly a voice came from behind him.

"Brother Feng Xian!"

Feng Xiang thought about it for a while, he seemed to be the only one around Feng, stopped and looked back, it turned out to be Zhang Shaoyang, this person is usually very lonely, why would he suddenly stop him?

"Brother Zhang, are you calling me?"

Zhang Shaoyang trotted over with the booklet in his arms, "Brother Feng Xian, I have something to ask of you."

"What's the matter?" The two bowed to each other before Feng Xiang asked him.

"It's like this. My family is outside the city. It's too hard to come here every day. I asked Mr. Xue just now. Mr. Xue said that there are houses for rent in the area around Hongshuikeng. I saw you came here by carriage today, so I wanted to ask you Don't go there together, we can also be a companion."

When Feng Xiang heard that there was such a good thing, he quickly agreed.

When we arrived at the Red Water Hole, we found out the origin of the name of the Red Water Hole. It turns out that since the Ming Dynasty, many blacksmiths gathered nearby and poured rusty water into the water hole every day. up red.

Because it is a pool of stagnant water with a foul smell, it affects the living environment nearby. Those who can afford to move out have moved out, and the vacant houses are rarely sold, so they want to rent them to people who cannot afford a house.

"Although there is a stinky ditch here, as long as we don't find a house too close, it won't matter." Seeing Feng Xiang frowned, Zhang Shaoyang quickly explained.

After finally finding someone who was willing to talk to him, Zhang Shaoyang didn't want to scare them away, because of the previous incident, all his former classmates and friends avoided him, so he could only go alone.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shaoyang couldn't help feeling sad.

At first I thought I was doing it for justice, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't resist the power. People don't have to take the initiative to do it, as long as they reveal a little bit of meaning, someone will rush to help.

The family has been implicated and sold the house and land. Now that the family has moved back to their ancestral home, he is struggling alone in the capital.

Thinking of the newspaper office, Zhang Shaoyang couldn't help but smile. Someone told him before that the newspaper office is dedicated to monitoring the privacy of officials, and it may even be reported on the newspaper.He came to the newspaper office earlier than others, so he learned more things. This time he joined with the newly trained people, and he also wanted to get a feel for the bottom of these people and develop some like-minded people by the way.

Someone had hinted to him before that the newspaper might open another one, and this one would eventually be handed over to the imperial court and become the mouthpiece of the imperial court.

And he is looking for talents for the future newspaper, and when the newspaper is full of flowers, he can report what he wants to report.Like the case of exposing the cheating in the rural examination before, it can be exposed in the newspapers.

In fact, several newspapers have been issued internally, and they are currently being adjusted, and they are ready to wait for newcomers to get started before publishing officially.

He also secretly observed Feng Xiang for a period of time, and found that this person has a chivalrous heart, which is worth cultivating, so he planned to attract him.

"Let's go, I've already contacted a family that has several vacant houses. If you don't mind, we can rent a yard together." Zhang Shaoyang pulled Feng Xiang forward without waiting for Feng Xiang's answer.

"What? My sister asked me for an advertising fee of 3000 taels?" Ri Minyi had just arrived at the soap factory when he heard that someone wanted to visit him.

I thought it was another businessman, but when I went to see it, I realized that it was my younger sister Minning's subordinates.

"Master, it's not that the master asked you for 3000 taels, but the master asked you if you would like to spend 3000 taels to buy an advertising space."

"Wait." Minyi rubbed her head, turned around the room twice, and then turned to him and asked, "Clarify to me, what is this advertising space?"

Advertisements, his sister said, he knows this, why is there another advertisement space?

The visitor told the newspaper about it, and then Min Yi got a little general idea, "That is to say, I spent 3000 taels of money to advertise in that newspaper for a month?"

"Yes."

Minyi tapped herself on the head again, "Then I want to ask how much you plan to sell this newspaper for?"

"Half a copper."

"Half a copper?" Minyi exclaimed, "Then when you collect the money, can you still break the copper into half?"

"Master, you are joking. This half of a copper is the ex-factory price. In fact, it is a copper when it is sold to the common people." drop even lower.

"The price is not cheap." One penny can be exchanged for an egg.

"There are fifteen copies of this newspaper, and the price of a penny is already very low." The visitor hurriedly explained.

In such a conversion, this newspaper is almost equivalent to giving away for free, and the current paper is not cheap.

"Then you're just making money at a loss?" Min Yi asked in surprise.

The person who came slowly lowered his head, a little embarrassed, "So this is not coming to you to sell advertising space?"

Minyi turned her head around and clapped her hands together, "Okay, I'll pay the money." It was considered as a support for her sister.