Daming: I asked you to supervise the country, Daming is all crazy?

Chapter 96 The Ming army is mighty, the emperor is mighty! ! !
Zhu Gaochi's voice was low, and Zhu Zhanji couldn't hear it very clearly.

But seeing his silly father's smirk on his face, he also smiled.

The reason why he divided the newspapers into three categories actually has his own considerations in it.

Whether it is the People's Daily or the Military Monthly, both of them bear the name of the royal family.

One is political needs, the other is military needs, both of which belong to the official level.

Every word and deed represents the court and the royal family.

Some things cannot be published casually. They must be rigorous, seek truth from facts, and make no mistakes. Only in this way can the authority of the imperial court be established.

But Entertainment Weekly is different, it's folk news, although it's just a change in name, it's different in essence.

Because he does not belong to the official, he does not need authority. At the same time, he is also qualified to make mistakes, and he is not even responsible for his words and deeds.

This weekly newspaper's stupid father only saw the shackles on those honest gentlemen, but what Zhu Zhanji saw was the ruin of a large number of dirty people.

Think about all kinds of entertainment news in later generations, how many glamorous stars have been dragged down from the altar.

If you put it in the era of Ming Dynasty, think about how many people have clean bottoms?
This is completely a sharp sword without blood, pointing at anyone!
Of course, this sharp sword must not be easily used on its own initiative.

If it is used too much, people who read newspapers will become numb. The best effect is actually to beat the dog in the water.

Especially those like Li Shimian, who obviously don't have any reason, but want to fight against you, but this person is not afraid of death, and there is a kind of meaning that if you kill me, you will fulfill me.

This kind of person was beaten to death, and then reported to him, directly ruining his reputation.

As for the filth in it, it is naturally difficult for the Royal Daily to report in too much detail. At most, it can only say "Li Shimian repeated in front of the palace and was thrown into prison."

If it is too detailed, it will appear that the court or Zhu Zhanji is a little insidious, cunning, etc., which will damage the image and not worth the candle.

This is also the reason why Zhu Gaochi asked Zhu Zhanji not to report on Li Shimian. Once the report is detailed, Li Shimian will be ruined, but Zhu Zhanji will be splashed with mud to some extent. It will cause some controversy.

However, the Entertainment News has no problem at all. After all, this is just the voice of the people, and it is not authoritative. It can be reported as if it is a story. As a supplement to the official newspaper, it can even be modified in detail, and then add a story. sex.

In this way, Li Shimian's reputation will be ruined, and Zhu Zhanji will not be affected at all.

However, the entertainment newspapers are all about the later things, and the current thing is the Royal People's Daily of Ming Dynasty.

With the first issue of the newspaper printed in large quantities, the next thing was distribution.

That afternoon, Zhu Zhanji called Zhang Mao over, and in the evening, a large group of Jinyiwei began to come out, knocking on the doors of impoverished families.

In the early morning of the next day, there were suddenly a group of little radishheads wearing little padded jackets and carrying special small satchels in the streets and alleys of Yingtian City.

Without exception, these little carrot heads are all between the ages of twelve or thirteen to fifteen or sixteen.
Young, not tall, even a little malnourished, with a sallow and emaciated complexion.

Each of the small satchels is printed with a big "Huang" character.

Conspicuous, bright eyes!
"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, Ming Dynasty Royal People's Daily, Royal Publishing, government affairs, current affairs, people's livelihood and geography, poetry and poetry, one penny, sell newspapers, sell newspapers!"

"Selling newspapers, on November 59th, the [-]th generation of the Ming Dynasty, Yan Sheng Gong Kong Jin, who was a saint in the north, has since abandoned his pen and joined the army. The barbarians in Wala are endless, and they will never drop their armor. The Ming army is mighty, the emperor is mighty, Yan Shenggong Mighty, sell newspapers, sell newspapers, Daming Royal People's Daily, every penny!"

"Sell the newspaper, Zheng Da, a great scholar in Huaixi, and Zheng Wenruo's new poem "Gift to Li Zhe at Night" costs a penny, sells the newspaper, sells the newspaper!"

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Little Luobotou's voices are immature, and the crisp voice resounds in the streets and alleys.

Along with these small figures, newspapers began to flow to the streets.

They are all children of the family where Jin Yiwei knocked on the door yesterday.

None of them could read or write, and some didn't even have a formal name.

Full of fear, Jin Yiwei took him to the newspaper office. When he learned that the task was to sell these newspapers, and that all proceeds from selling newspapers belonged to them,

All the little carrots immediately forgot their fear, and almost 300 little carrots memorized these words by rote in just one hour.

"Da Ming Royal Daily?"

"Yan Shenggong abandoned his pen and joined the army?"

Hearing the sudden yelling of children, some people who didn't know why were all bewildered.

"Boy, let me ask you, where did you hear the rumor about the old man Yan Shenggong abandoning his pen and joining the army? And what is the Royal People's Daily of Ming Dynasty?"

When a little radish head passed a restaurant shouting the slogan "Kong Jin Congrong", he was suddenly stopped by several scholars who rushed out of the restaurant.

Little Luobotou was a little nervous, and subconsciously clenched the newspaper in his hand, looking pitifully at the few scholars who looked like giants in front of him,

In his eyes, these people are unattainable Wenqu stars, and his parents don't dare to look up when they see them.

Swallowing his saliva, he subconsciously glanced at a brocade guard not far away who was watching him, and then slightly relaxed his tense body. With a bit of timidity, he bravely handed out the newspaper in his hand and said:

"Several masters of Wenquxing, Daming Royal People's Daily, one penny, one share, you...do you want to buy one?"

"Is this the newspaper?"

When a scholar saw Little Luo Botou handing over the newspaper, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly said in surprise:

"His Royal Highness the Prince held a banquet in the Jiangnan Guild Hall the day before yesterday. The literary society was full of talents from all over the world. The attendees, the group of sages came to an end, and a certain person was lucky enough to attend the banquet with his teacher Xie Hongxie. He was ten feet southwest of the Prince. I read this newspaper, which means that it was published in the past two days. It records the current affairs of the court, the geography of the people's livelihood, as well as poems, songs and articles. Basic, I didn’t expect to actually see the real thing, little doll, hurry up and give someone a copy!”

Little Luobotou didn't understand why Master Wenquxing was so happy all of a sudden, but when he heard that Master Wenquxing wanted newspapers, he immediately said happily, "Master Wenquxing, the Royal People's Daily of Ming Dynasty, one penny a copy!"

"Is there any way I can lose your money?"

Hearing that the little radish was asking for money, the scholar was a little annoyed, and planned to grab it directly.

It's just that as soon as he made a move, he was suddenly grabbed by the companion next to him,
Just when he looked puzzled, when he looked up, he saw that at some point, a Jin Yiwei had already walked behind Little Luo Butou,
This Jin Yiwei is not tall and not strong. He holds a mandarin duck knife in his arms lightly. He looks at the scholar but his eyes are slightly slanted, and his voice is cold, but not loud:
"His Royal Highness has an order, Daming Royal People's Daily, a penny, no one can owe it on credit!"

"Uncle Ji!"

Little Luo Botou smiled when he saw Jin Yiwei grinning with one missing front tooth.

He knew this Jin Yiwei, he was the one who knocked on the door of his house with a cold face yesterday.

He heard other Jin Yiwei call him Zhang Ji, so he called him "Uncle Ji."

Although this face is cold, he thinks it looks good, because it is this "Uncle Ji" who puts on a warm little padded jacket and sells newspapers to make money.

He doesn't know what kindness is, and he doesn't know what gratitude is. He only knows that although this cold-faced uncle almost scared his parents yesterday, he is a good person.

"Ok!"

Jin Yiwei, who was called Uncle Ji, responded a little unaccustomed, and then said coldly: "Sell newspapers seriously, I'm going to watch other people, if someone makes trouble, you should call for help, His Royal Highness has orders, any embarrassment Those of you who wait can take it on the spot!"

After finishing speaking, he coldly glanced at several scholars with slightly pale faces, glanced at them as if warning, then turned and left.

A few scholars: "..."

What the hell, is there any reason?
A brat with Jin Yiwei protecting him?

The scholar who was going to grab the newspaper just now wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and looked at Jin Yiwei's leaving back with some lingering fear.

Xiao Luobu waited until Jin Yiwei left, and saw a few scholars with cold sweat on their foreheads. They felt very much like their own parents who were almost frightened yesterday, so they didn't feel scared immediately, so they comforted:
"Masters, you don't have to be afraid. Uncle Ji is very nice, he just doesn't like to laugh, and His Royal Highness Taisun is also very nice. He even gave us clothes to wear, so it's warm!"

student:"………"

Isn't Jin Yiwei scary?
Just don't like to laugh?

Why don't you say this to the corrupt officials in the court?
"He...hehe!"

A scholar smiled awkwardly, then glanced at the "Uncle Ji" who looked over from time to time not far away, then took out a few copper coins from his pocket with a painful face and said:

"Little brother, five copies of the Royal People's Daily of Ming Dynasty!"

"Hey!"

The little radish head took the copper plate with bright eyes, stuffed it carefully into his bosom, and then hurriedly counted the newspapers,
He actually doesn't know how to count. He counted the five newspapers five times. After confirming that the number was the same as the copper coins in his arms, he handed them to the scholar with a happy face, and said with a smile:

"My lord, five copies of your newspaper, five cents!"

Several scholars took the newspapers, as if someone was chasing them, they rushed back to the restaurant.

Little Luo Butou looked puzzled, looked at the backs of several scholars, and then looked at Zhang Ji not far away, just happened to be Zhang Ji looked over, Xiao Luo Butou immediately grinned, and whispered:

"Uncle Ji must look good when he smiles, right?"

After muttering, he thought of something again, quickly took out another newspaper from his satchel, and shouted:

"Selling newspapers, on November 59th, Kong Jin, the [-]th generation of Yansheng in the Ming Dynasty, was a saint in the north. Since then, he has abandoned his pen and joined the army. The barbarians in Wala are endless, and they vowed not to remove their armor. The Ming army is mighty, and the emperor is mighty..."

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(End of this chapter)