I am engaged in construction in Datang

The same group of children were hired to sell the official newspaper, and their wages were no less than what the village paid. The children sold the official newspaper every Monday and the Tang Dynasty Weekly every Thursday.

That day, after Li Yin received the article and layout from the official newspaper, she was confused for a while.

She has already made samples. As long as everyone follows the method of the Tang Dynasty Weekly, the sales will definitely not be too bad.

but!

"On the Relationship between the Tang Dynasty and Tubo", "Analysis and Prediction of the Battle of Tuyuhun"... " Li Yin couldn't read on, as the content of the article was full of nonsense.

What's more, you don't even leave any blank space for people to practice writing!

So what is the difference between this newspaper and the books that students taking the imperial examinations read? What is the use of buying it for ordinary people?

The first issue of the Tang Weekly, except for Fang Xuanling's question and answer article, was entirely oral.

"Uncle Sanxi," Li Yin said, "Let's print 5,000 first... No, let's print 2,000 first."

"..."Feng Sanxi, what did the government say?

I think they want to print 50,000 copies?

"Okay, then I'll say the factory machine is broken."

Feng Sanxi agreed quickly. He did not read the official newspaper, mainly because it gave him a headache and he could not bear to read the pages full of nonsense. Perhaps the students would buy it?

Report to the department.

Sun Fujia is in a bad state now, feeling depressed.

After all, he offended four important officials at once.

Besides, His Majesty doesn't like him either...

If Li Yin saw it, she would definitely know that this state was the state she was in at that time, when she was giving up, tired, and determined to destroy herself.

So when Feng Sanxi told Sun Fujia that the printing press in the village was broken and only two thousand copies had been printed so far, Sun Fujia just raised his eyelids indifferently.

"Oh, okay," he said.

Sun Fujia stood at the entrance of the newspaper company's alley in the hot sun, looking dazed. In the distance, a newsboy was selling newspapers diligently.

"Kid, come here." Sun Fujia waved his hand.

The newspaper boy ran over, looking hopeful: "Ah Lang, would you like to buy a newspaper?"

"..."Sun Fujia: "How much?"

"Three cents a copy!" The child opened his eyes brightly and said, "Buy one, Alang. The articles on it are all very good!"

"..." Sun Fujia was speechless: "How many copies can you buy?"

"I still have 65 copies here. Do you want them all? I'll give you a discount. cents will do!"

"Unlimited?"

"Don't worry, we have sufficient supply!" the child assured, patting his chest.

Two thousand copies...is that enough?

Sun Fujia looked numb and took out seventy coins: "I want them all."

After a while, Sun Fujia staggered back to the newspaper office and put the newspaper in his hand on the table.

He muttered to himself, "Five hundred and seventy-seven copies."

After a while, a boy came running over with a stack of newspapers in his hand: "Alang, twenty."

"Oh." Sun Fujia said, "Five hundred and ninety-seven copies."

Boy: "..."

Alang has been a little scary these days.

At first, the people in the newspaper company didn’t think about recycling newspapers, but the children worked hard to sell them.

I sold only a few tickets from early morning to dusk, so I could only get the basic twenty cents. I could only earn one more cent after selling two tickets.

Several children didn't even have lunch.

They ran from early morning to dusk. If the woman in charge hadn't changed the children's shoes into good ones, their feet would have been rubbed to the point of bleeding.

So Sun Fujia asked someone to buy a newspaper.

"Prepare a brazier." Sun Fujia was silent for a long time and suddenly spoke.

"Sir!" The servant knelt down in fear and pulled Sun Fujia's trouser legs: "Alang, you must not do this!"

How can you burn other officials’ articles?

"Huh..." Sun Fujia exhaled: "Okay, get up quickly."

Think about Sun Fujia, he was so ambitious and high-spirited. When the previous dynasty just started the imperial examination, he dared to put aside farming and devote himself to studying, and finally became the top scorer.

Later, with the change of dynasties, he finally waited for a second chance after a long period of hesitation and won the top spot again.

He is smart and quick-witted, but also stubborn and unyielding.

But since the wrongful conviction...

He is not fit to be an official.

Now he finally understood that he was not cut out to be an official!

I’m tired, that’s it!

It is impossible to resign from my office. No matter how bad the job is, it is better than doing anything else.

"Afu, bring me a copy of Nuzhuang's weekly report." He just didn't believe it. With his learning ability, how could he not see through the mystery of the Tang Dynasty Weekly?

"Yes!" Ah Fu's voice was loud and clear. Ah Lang finally let it go and was no longer so scary.

……

Heaven on earth.

The land was surrounded by straw mats, and no one could see anything except the tinkling sound every day.

Li Yin was writing and drawing on the paper with a pencil and eraser, frowning.

It is easy to find bamboo that meets the requirements, but it is difficult to find bamboo that looks similar.

It’s not that she hadn’t thought about using traditional methods to make steel, but to be honest, the quality of steel made using traditional methods was really average, even worse than bamboo.

"It's better to use a bamboo-steel hybrid structure, taking advantage of each to make up for its shortcomings. This way, it can last for at least 20 to 30 years..."

She had never been willing to start making iron and steel before, mainly because the money came in slowly and there was a shortage of manpower.

Apart from weapons and farm tools, is there any other need for steel nowadays?

No!

Even if better steel was produced, the military and civilians would not have the money to buy it.

At that time, the farm had no money and could not let the army buy on credit.

But things are different now. There is so much money in the manor that it cannot be spent. Li Shimin’s share is also kept in the bank on the manor. He can withdraw it when needed, and it is also convenient to directly use the money to invest in the future when there is a transaction.

In addition, Tuyuhun's slaves were being transported here in batches...

"Uncle Sanxi, we need to build two more factories." Li Yin took out the manuals on traditional steelmaking and ironmaking that she had prepared early in the morning.

Feng Sanxi took it and looked at it, then he understood.

The owner of the manor had mentioned this kind of thing before.

“But we need to produce steel bars?”

"Yes." Li Yin nodded: "It's hard to find the same bamboo. Now everyone's construction time is delayed by choosing bamboo. It's not cost-effective."

"It's good to build a factory." Feng Sanxi nodded: "People's farm tools should be replaced with better ones."

As for the army, swords, spears, and halberds will not be replaced. The Taoists... Oh, no, chemists are studying gunpowder!

Why spend the effort to forge a steel knife worth hundreds of thousands?

"Master." Wang Dahai came over, wiping his sweat and wearing a helmet. "Why don't we separate the accommodation area from the activity area? It's noisy over there, and people who want to rest won't be able to sleep."

"That's right." Li Yin took a pencil and drew on paper. It would be better to designate the accommodation and bathing center as quiet areas, separated by greenery in the middle.

People who listen to music, entertain themselves, and drink are placed in the busy area.

The far right side is to be determined, maybe a shopping mall can be built there?

But there isn’t enough space…should I continue buying land, or try something else?

Forget it, I’ll think about it later.

"Engineer Wang." Li Yin looked at Wang Dahai and said carefully, "Do you want to remove the scar on your face?"

Wang Dahai has more and more things to take care of now, and it is obviously not convenient for him to have such an obvious and horrible scar on his face.

He was stunned and silent for a long time. Arya had asked him about this several times.

"Let's go."

That year, there was a flood in Bianzhou, and he pulled his wife and held Erya in his arms.

The water was flowing fast and people were like ants in the face of natural disasters. Even when a sharp weapon scratched his face, he did not dare to let go.

But in the end, the wife and the boy in her arms were still...

"Okay, I'll go back and prepare the medicine for you."

The dead cannot be resurrected, and the living have to look forward. The most touching expression of deep affection should be to cherish you while he is alive.

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