I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

The middle part is what the imperial court has done recently. For example, at today’s court meeting, Zhao Zizheng, Minister of Industry, promised His Majesty that the Jinyang Lake Dam will be repaired within a month.

On both sides are scripts.

On one side is Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio.

Excerpted from the first half of "Nie Xiaoqian".

On the other side is "Legend of Heroes of Shetong".

Only the first seven rounds came to an abrupt end when it came to the contest to recruit relatives.

As a loyal reader of "Feng Shen Zhuan".

No one knows better than her how it feels to be interrupted after reading half of the script...

Desperately want to know the next plot, but can only wait.

It's like a cat is scratching my heart.

It is a kind of torture!

"Master is good or bad..."

Daji giggled twice, her voice charming.

Fang Xiu frowned, and said: "It's not that the truth is bad, it's really helpless, if there is no chapter, I don't know how long it will take to make the newspaper popular all over the country.

The effect of this broken chapter is immediately different. The truth is known without thinking. After the first issue of the monthly magazine was published, there must be countless people blocking the door of the study, urging the release of the second issue. "

"The master is right. Although it is a bit unkind, it is necessary to break the chapter."

Daji thought deeply, and agreed.

Fang Xiu reached out to pick up the newspaper, turned a page, showed the back to Daji, and said, "Look at the back."

"Ah."

Daji nodded, looking away.

The back of the newspaper is also divided into two areas.

The content on the left side is very simple, in eye-catching official script, it says: Zhenbaozhai's new product, Zuihuahong, the good rouge that Yipin's wife is using!

The content on the right is simpler, just a picture, not a landscape, but a graceful woman.

Daji looked at the portrait, a slight blush appeared on her pretty face, and she said softly: "Master, I think this portrait is a bit inappropriate."

"Have it?"

Fang Xiu was startled, and looked at the newspaper.

The portrait is very simple, with only a few strokes, the outline is clear.

Although the woman's figure is graceful, her clothes are nothing out of the ordinary, just ordinary skirts.

In future generations, there is no problem as an illustration for fairy tales.

What's wrong with that?

Daji seemed to see the confusion in the master's eyes, and explained: "I just think that printing the portrait of a woman on it is not very solemn, and it is also a bit revealing..."

Hear this.

Fang Xiu was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, on the bed, Daji, who is so charming and full of ingenious schemes, actually has such a conservative side.

If you think about it carefully, it's normal.

Daji's charm was only revealed in front of him.

In essence, there is no difference between her and the women of this era, the same tradition and the same conservativeness.

Since she doesn't think it's appropriate, then don't print it for now and talk about it later.

After all, the purpose of showing the newspaper to Daji is to ask her to give her opinions.

Although Fang Xiu has a good understanding of newspapers, after all, the thinking of modern people is different from that of ancient people who lived in the feudal era.

What is appropriate and what is not, still needs someone to refer to.

Think of this.

Fang Xiu nodded, and said, "Then I'll listen to you. The Dagan Monthly will not print portraits for now, and we will wait until other newspapers are published."

"Ah."

Daji leaned against Fang Xiu's side and asked softly, "Is the master going to let Zhenbaozhai print this newspaper?"

Fang Xiudao: "The newspaper is of great importance, it's best to keep it separate from Zhenbaozhai."

Speaking of which.

He looked at the delicate little face at the side, and said with a smile, "I plan to set up a shop to issue newspapers, do you have a suitable name?"

Daji's delicate face showed a thoughtful look.

After a while, she seemed to think of something, raised her eyebrows, looked at Fang Xiu, and said a little excitedly: "Master, how about calling it Zhongzhuxuan?"

Bamboo is graceful and graceful, proud of snow and frost, evergreen in all seasons, and has the style of a gentleman.

The shop where the newspaper will be issued is named Zhongzhuxuan.

I also want to inspire the common people to be a gentleman like bamboo!

Daji was very satisfied with the name, her eyes were filled with anticipation, eager to be praised by Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu didn't think too much about it, but thought the name was a bit strange.

"Planting bamboo..."

Fang Xiu muttered to himself, feeling more and more awkward, and said, "Why don't we call it Zhufengxuan."

"Zhufengxuan...is also very nice!"

"Just listen to the master, call it Zhufengxuan!"

Among the three words, two were adopted by the master.

Daji already felt very satisfied.

However, compared with Zhufengxuan, Zhongzhuxuan still feels that the former has more charm.

"Master, how much silver should this newspaper sell for?"

There are not many people around Fang Xiu who are worthy of complete trust. After the Zhufengxuan is built, Daji will definitely be in charge in a short time.

Daji also understands this truth, and wants to ask more specific details while the master is free.

Regarding the pricing, Fang Xiu had already thought about it, without any hesitation, he said, "One penny per piece!"

"A penny a piece?"

Daji was slightly taken aback, a little dazed.

She hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Master, every boring vernacular book outside sells for three hundred coins, and the better ones even sell for one tael of silver.

Although the newspaper only has one piece of paper, its content is wonderful, far better than any storybook on the market. Even if it costs a hundred pennies, people will rush to buy it.

Reading at zero

Moreover, to print this newspaper, in addition to the cost of paper, there are also manpower, material resources, and typography. Calculated, a penny can't even pay back the original. "

Fang Xiu looked at her, smiled, and said, "Let's not talk about the advertisement of Zhenbaozhai in the newspaper, which can make Zhenbaozhai's sales more popular and popular, but the value of the newspaper itself is not what money can buy. comparable.

I published newspapers according to the truth, and never thought of earning money from the beginning..."

Although Daji couldn't understand what the advertisement meant, but thinking about the promotion about Zhenbaozhai on the next page, she could probably understand the mystery.

But she didn't think that a small newspaper could bring much benefit to Zhenbaozhai.

After all, there are not many literate people in the Dagan Empire. Even if you buy a newspaper, you probably read the script on it. You probably won't be interested in the so-called...advertisement.

Besides.

After spending so much time, tossing and tossing, and even opening a store to distribute this newspaper, what else could it be for, if not to earn money?

Think of this.

Daji subconsciously glanced at the newspaper on the table.

Suddenly, a line of text came into view.

It was about Zhao Zizheng, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, repairing the dam in the court hall.

moment!

A flash of light flashed in his mind.

Daji understands!

"The master wants to use newspapers to promote the imperial court?"

Chapter 90

Fang Xiu smiled and said, "It's more than that, the importance of newspapers is far beyond your imagination."

"Well, people understand..."

Daji responded, but still had a trace of doubt in her heart.

After all, it is just a piece of paper, can it really play such a big role?

Seeing Daji's expression, Fang Xiu instantly understood what she was thinking, but he didn't say anything. He just picked up the newspaper, handed it to her, and said:

"The first issue will be printed in this way first, and as many as can be printed, and sold to various places at the price of one penny."

Daji reached out to take the newspaper, carefully folded it, and put it in her arms.

Looking at Fang Xiu with her charming eyes, she solemnly said:

"Master, don't worry, he will definitely handle this matter well."

Fang Xiu is more at ease when Daji is doing things.

With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to caress Daji's little head, and said in a gentle tone, "Thanks for your hard work."

Daji's delicate little face showed satisfaction, and she said softly:

"It's not hard to do things for the master."

............

In the blink of an eye, it was seven days later.

Mooncake Festival.

It was not yet dark, and the city of Chang'an was already covered with fiery red lanterns.

On both sides of the street, the flags of the shops fluttered high on the cornices.

There are cars and horses coming from everywhere, and pedestrians in an endless stream.

A gust of wind blew by, rolling up the smoke and dust in the city, and drifting into the distance.

In the south of the city, in the most prosperous market place in Chang'an City, there is the Moon Moon Tower, the tallest building in the entire city besides Fengtian Hall.

This is a restaurant that has been passed down for nearly a hundred years and has witnessed the rise and fall of Dagan in recent years.

The shopkeeper is a beautiful woman, surnamed Tang, who is said to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It never shows up on weekdays.

Only when the Prime Minister visited Guanyue Tower three months ago, did she play a song.

The melodious and somewhat sad sound of the piano, so cold and noble, like a little red plum in the snow dance, is unforgettable...

The diners present are still full of praise when they think of it.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. As the best place to watch the moon in the capital, the Guanyue Tower will definitely attract many dignitaries and dignitaries. I just don't know if Shopkeeper Tang will present another song during this grand event."

In Guanyue Tower, a young scholar picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said so with a look of expectation on his face.

At the next table, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man said: