Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 771 The Birth of a Scientist ([-])

(The foundation was being laid at the construction site next door. A row of pile drivers shook my head and made my head hurt. I felt that the writing was not satisfactory. You can just read this chapter, or skip it.)
Time passed quickly, and more than half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Hu Biao and others felt that the Chinese Valentine's Day had just passed not long ago, but they found that the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th was only a day or two away.

Immediately, we will be busy again to let the Tang people in Chang'an City eat more flavored mooncakes.

That's right!The Mid-Autumn Festival has been around since the Tang Dynasty, and there is also the custom of eating mooncakes.

Specifically, the Mid-Autumn Festival has been clearly recorded in the "Book of Tang·Taizong Biography"; and moon cakes were eaten by everyone in the early Tang Dynasty, but at that time moon cakes were basically called Hu cakes and small cakes. Cakes, mooncakes, etc.

By the middle and late Tang Dynasty, the name had already been changed to moon cakes.

Of course, the above allusions are not important at all to the Tang people in Chang'an City.

The important thing is that Changan people are forgetful and follow trends.

After more than a month had passed, topics that had been extremely hotly discussed by them, such as: the incident in Yongningfang, and the evil existence of Taiping Dao among all the scholars.

Hu Biao and a group of remnants of the Anxi Army turned out to be the new leaders of the unscrupulous organization.

These topics that were once splashed with saliva in their stories have gradually subsided in Chang'an City, and have even aroused no one's interest.

Now the things that interest them have become rumors:

During this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival, Fat Xilai Supermarket launched many new mooncake flavors that I had never heard of before.

Such as egg yolk mooncakes, five-nut mooncakes, lotus paste mooncakes, bean paste mooncakes, ham mooncakes, date paste mooncakes, etc. It is said that if you add them all up, there are more than ten different flavors.

It is said that it tastes soft and sweet in the mouth.

Even His Majesty Emperor Li Chun couldn't help but give a thumbs up after eating a few mooncakes presented by Hu Shuai in advance and rated them as 'the best product in the world'.

Since even His Majesty the Emperor said that Fat Xi Lai’s mooncakes are delicious.

For a time, countless people in Chang'an City were silently calculating in their hearts that the cheapest mooncakes in Fat Xilai only cost ten cents each.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Gaolu went to the supermarket to buy a new flavor of mooncakes.

After using it to worship the moon and ancestors, the family shared it, which was considered as letting the ancestors and the whole family taste something fresh.

In addition, those rickshaws flying all over the city began to have small flags on them; only the content on them changed again.

It became the news that "Datang Morning News" would officially start publishing on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

According to reliable sources, the content in the "Datang Morning Post" not only contains new poems written by the new talents of the Tang Dynasty for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I wrote as many as five songs at once, each with a slightly different style, but all of them are classics.

In addition, the morning paper also contains the latest current affairs, anecdotes from the world, and some magical methods secretly hidden by various scholars.

There are even messages in some streets and alleys, which court prince kept an outhouse there, etc.; especially this, the idle men and women in Chang'an City are looking forward to it.

For all the gentlemen, what they are most looking forward to about this newspaper is that it was written by famous novelists from the legendary Pre-Qin period a thousand years ago.

Let this newspaper be fully accessible to both refined and popular people. You can learn about world affairs by just reading the newspaper without going out.

Therefore, for such a newspaper, the Tang people in Chang'an City, regardless of their status, are all looking forward to it.

But what they don't know is that the novelists and sages among the legendary scholars are now being taught lessons...

"Of course I, Mr. Huang, know that using a title written entirely in vernacular is not only inelegant and rustic, but also seems opportunistic.

But you have to admit, this thing is quite eye-catching when written like this.

If you put yourself in the shoes of someone shouting these contents, would you have a strong impulse to spend some copper coins to buy a copy?
And as long as the newspaper is sold, it is a victory for us.

You must change your concepts now and liberate your thoughts; you must know that the alley is too deep for the fragrance of wine. It is very important for me to write this down with a pen. "

Standing in a yard, Fatty Huang vigorously waved an arm with his sleeves rolled up high, and shouted with saliva flying around.

There were about twenty people sitting in the seat next to him.

The oldest personnel among them all looked like gray-haired old men, probably not in their seventies.

And the youngest person is the younger brother.

Given the situation these days where people get married and have children in their teens, at first glance, it gives the impression of four generations living under one roof.

But no matter how old these people are, they are all like primary school students, sitting honestly on a small bench.

With my back straight and straight, I listened attentively to Master Huang's teachings and teachings to them. When I said what I wanted to remember, I immediately took the brush in my hand and wrote down everything in a small notebook, word by word.

Even at this moment, these are actually from the members of the novelist, because there is something in their hearts.

Everyone felt that there was a light shining on Huang Yizhi's big, plump face.

Say it!From that day on, Yu Qing officially represented the novelist and expressed to Hu Biao and other 'scientists' that they wanted to embrace him.

And after being successfully accepted by the 'novelist' and provided with asylum.

I don’t know what kind of communication method Yu Qing used to quickly send the above news back to the mountain gate.

Then three days ago, such a group of old and young appeared in front of Hu Biao and others.

It is said that except for a few old and weak people who are still temporarily staying at the mountain gate, there are also some women, children and other family members; all the novelists have come to Chang'an City.

In the following time, I didn't even get clean from the dust all the way, let alone being picked up by Hu Biao to wash off the dust and rest for a day or two.

One by one, they devoted themselves to the founding work of "Datang Morning News" with high spirits.

The problem is that these people's spirit is commendable, but their strength is very poor.

At least they have completely failed to grasp the essence of the modern media industry that "eyeballs are king", and the articles they write are too high-end.

Completely separated from the masses, Hu Biao and others seemed to want to take a nap.

So, for such a situation.

The editor-in-chief of the Song Dynasty Times and the author of the famous Nasha article, Master Huansheng, came to train them under Hu Biao's instructions.

In short, with this kind of training, Huang Yizhi didn't even need to prepare lessons. After arriving at the "Datang Morning News" newspaper office, he just opened his mouth and talked for more than an hour.

I kept talking until my mouth was dry and I thought about what was taught today. It was enough.

It was in his mouth that he finally said to the people below:
"Okay! I'll tell you this much today, otherwise you won't be able to digest it if it's too much. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me privately after class, and Huang will naturally answer it for you one by one. .

Anyway, that’s it for today’s class, get out of class is over. "

Then, he was surprised to find a group of young and old novelists sitting there motionless, showing no reaction at all.

Upon seeing this, Huang Yizhi became very unconvinced:
"Is it because they feel that my brother is not good at the class, so they have such a reaction? Damn it! Do you understand appreciation, do you understand what modern media studies is?

All the classes taught by my brother are practical. If I hadn't given preferential treatment to you, the first batch of people who joined us, I wouldn't have taught you so much. "

Fortunately, Huang Yizhi soon realized that his worries were unnecessary.

Because the current head of the novelist's sect, Yu Jiyu, is an old man in his 70s, and is Yu Qing's grandfather; after being silent for about a minute or two.With everyone in the family, "dang dang dang", Huang Yizhi kowtowed three more times.

After getting up, he said with unusual emotion:

"The Confucian master said: It is enough to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening. After hearing Mr. Huang's eloquent talk today, even if I die tomorrow, I will not feel any regrets. I will have more dignity to meet the ancestors of novelists of all generations.

In order to thank Mr. Huang for teaching me, please allow me, the novelist, to express some thoughts and act as a repairman.

It's just that compared to the military masters, Yin Yang masters and other scholars, the novelist really has no talent. He only has some calligraphy and paintings from the Han Dynasty to the present, which he can barely handle.

This time I have prepared several calligraphy works by Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi, as well as two or three paintings by Gu Kaizhi such as "Pictures of Admonitions of Women's History". Please accept it, Mr. Huang. "

"Master Yu, you are so polite. I am just a family member and I cannot afford such a high evaluation.

And I accepted your thoughts shamelessly, hahaha~" After hearing this, Huang Yizhi became so humble in his mouth.

However, if during this process, this guy's fat face didn't smile so much that his back molars were almost exposed, it would have seemed more sincere.

But it seems understandable, because the two kings, father and son, are so precious.

"Pictures of Admonitions of Women's History" is the opening picture of the history of Chinese art. The key point is that it is not an original version, but just a copy from the Tang Dynasty.

If it really wants to be taken back, the value will break the record for art transactions; the premise is that they are willing to put such a treasure up for auction.

Huang Yizhi was happily thinking about whether to treat "The Picture of Women's History" as an heirloom of their old Huang family, or to send it directly to the museum.

Yu Qing, an acquaintance, came forward with an article and asked for advice:
"Mr. Huang, I don't know what title should be used for this article based on your theory; I have thought of several, but none of them are very suitable."

But after taking a quick look, I found that the main content of the article was to praise the wife of a veteran of the Anxi Army for not remarrying in her life and for working hard to raise several children.

Without even thinking about it, I opened my mouth and said many titles:
"Simple, 'Shocked! Men shed tears after watching Silent Woman', and 'Shocked! For, a young woman actually behaves like this' are all fine."

After hearing this, the members of the novelist group were shocked to see this guy...

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In this way, on the Mid-Autumn Festival in the fourth year of Yuanhe in the Tang Dynasty, a new technology of movable type printing was used, and a total of [-] copies of "Datang Morning News" were printed.

At a price of nine cents a piece, which was not cheap at all, it was actually sold in one morning.

Even in the afternoon, a second-hand newspaper could be resold for twenty cents.

Based on the above situation, everyone carefully deduced that even if two thousand copies of the second issue were printed, they should be able to be sold out in Chang'an City at one go.

If the influence of the newspaper gradually spreads out of Chang'an City and spreads throughout the Guanzhong area, the sales volume will reach at least [-] copies.

If it were spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, it would be easy to sell [-] to [-] copies per issue.

In the modern dimension, such a sales volume might not even guarantee the survival of the newspaper; but in the Tang Dynasty, this was simply unimaginable.

When I think about the morning newspaper that comes out every three days, it can be read by so many people.

Immediately, all the novelists became excited as if they had been given a shot of blood.

Hu Biao and others were greatly relieved at such a result; the money from selling newspapers was still a small thing, and what they valued were some incidental things...

It was also at noon that day that Hu Biao, who received the news that the newspaper had been sold out in one morning, went straight to the safe house where Yang Dongli and others were staying.

After opening the door, I saw everyone lazily eating lunch and said:
"Brothers, you can go out now and do whatever you want."

After hearing such a sentence, everyone who had been hiding for more than a month immediately burst into loud cheers, and they were indescribably excited.

However, after a while, the imperial concubine came to her senses and asked with some worry:
"Lao Hu, we have formed such a big conflict with Taiping Dao. Their people will come out to take revenge at some point. If we go out now, will there be any impact?"

The concubine is like this. She usually yells a lot. She wants to do this or that. Just hearing what she says makes me feel like I'm going to heaven.

But the big picture view is actually pretty good, it’s just a rant.

In response to such a question, Hu Biao said calmly:
"Don't worry about wandering. Don't worry about those people on Taiping Road. Now I'm afraid they won't come.

Because after the novelist embraced our lap, and the current prosperous situation gradually spread, I believe that more writers will come to us to seek refuge and cooperate with us.

With the help of these experts, Taipingdao would not be able to sneak into Chang'an City without being noticed like last time.

On the contrary, as soon as you come, you may be exposed.

At that time, there is no need to fight with them head-on. After surrounding them with a large army, just set up the Eight Bull Crossbow and kill them. "

After hearing such a statement, everyone no longer had the slightest concern in their hearts; they, who had long been suppressed, quickly destroyed the food in their hands and left as if they were fleeing.

I estimate that it will take me two days of wandering to vent my depressed mood.

But it's not absolute. For example, Brother Lang Qing, a member of the equipment team, has been thinking about expanding the scale of the steam engine workshop.

After leaving the house, he ran straight towards the Minsheng Blacksmith Shop.

Upon seeing this, Hu Biao praised Lang Qing's initiative, and then prepared to return to the bad guy's headquarters to deal with some backlogged official duties.

But he never expected that the imperial concubine would grab him at such a moment.

His eyes were full of autumn spinach, and he said delicately: "Old Hu, I haven't practiced with you for a long time. It's been a month since I've been practicing. I want to make a good breakthrough."

"No, it's still broad daylight now." Hu Biao responded instinctively.

As a result, the imperial concubine directly pulled Hu Biao and walked towards the room where she had lived recently, while shouting:

"The sky is big, the earth is big, and practicing Qigong is even bigger. Anyway, I want to practice Qigong~"

Hu Biao: "Don't you want to go shopping, go shopping, ride a horse or something?"

Concubine: "After practicing the exercises, it won't be short of the three to five minutes."

After Hu Biao heard this, he looked at the imperial concubine coldly and said:
"Your plan of going shopping today is over..."

Not to mention that after some intense training, Hu Biao, who was very talkative, walked out of the safe house in the evening with one hand covering his waist and his steps trembling.

Even the horse was left here temporarily and did not ride back.

Instead, he called a rickshaw and returned to the bad guy's headquarters to work overtime on official business.

Perhaps it was due to the excellent results of her cultivation that the concubine, who was looking very good, continued to go shopping and shopping, and even made an appointment with the God of Wealth to have dinner together.

After all, she had heard that this silly girl had been in a bad mood recently.

Just as Hu Biao preached, the "Datang Times" was successfully launched.

And in a very short period of time, with the trajectory of business activities in and out of Chang'an City, it began to spread to the entire Guanzhong, and even places outside the Guan and Jiangnan.

Seeing the novelist who was originally becoming more and more dilapidated and even dying silently, it was like an old tree sprouting new shoots that regained its vitality.

Other scholars immediately had some ideas and took action...

　There is one more chapter, wait until I have a bite to eat

　　
　
(End of this chapter)