I am engaged in construction in Datang

Sun Fujia had a new goal and was no longer decadent.

In order to avoid any further complications, he went to Liuweizhai the next day and asked the manager if he could help him print newspapers.

How can the person in charge make the decision?

So Feng Sanxi was called again.

"Minister Sun, do you mean that you want to start your own newspaper?" Feng Sanxi was surprised and looked at the fat man in front of him. This was the first person who came to ask him about this.

"Yes!" Sun Fujia wiped the sweat from his forehead and picked up the fan beside him to fan himself.

"Minister Sun, you are an official," Feng Sanxi reminded.

"Am I really a minister?" Sun Fujia wondered. What was the point of holding this position?

"Manager Feng, I really want to run a newspaper. I want to prove myself..."

Feng Sanxi shook his head. Minister Sun was in a trance, but he was very sober: "Zhuangzi is happy to help you print, but there is one thing that is more difficult to do."

"How should the content of the newspaper be reviewed? Who should be asked to review it?" Feng Sanxi sighed: "The newspapers in the women's village are sent to the higher authorities for review overnight before being published in the newspapers."

"In the village, we call anything that has happened recently and can be published in the newspaper news. News events can be big or small, but not all of them can be published in the newspaper for the people to see. If some things that are not conducive to the stable development of the Tang Dynasty are published in the newspaper, it will cause an extremely bad impact."

Sun Fujia also knew about this, so Feng Sanxi's worries were not unreasonable.

Even if he patted his chest and promised that he would not publish remarks that were detrimental to development, would the people above him believe him?

For things like this, it is better to nip it in the bud than to mend the situation after it has happened.

He was silent for a moment, his mind thinking rapidly.

There aren’t fresh news events every day, and even if there are, they are all reported in the Tang Weekly.

Today, the sales of the Tang Weekly have reached 50,000 copies in the vicinity of Chang'an alone.

Several issues published a bizarre case in succession, and sales reached 80,000 copies!

People who can't read also buy it. It's not expensive after all, and the blank space on the back can be used by their children to practice writing.

I heard that the young teacher from Nuzhuang is teaching something, Pinyin?

You never know, the next one might be your village!

It never hurts to prepare first.

What's more, there are businessmen from other places who buy newspapers directly from Nuzhuang and then sell them all over the country.

Sun Fujia didn't know the total sales of each issue of the newspaper, but he thought it should be at least 200,000 copies. He didn't expect his newspaper to be as successful as the weekly newspaper in Nuzhuang, and he would be satisfied with a total sales of 20,000 to 30,000 copies.

"Manager Feng, what if I don't publish the news event?" Sun Fujia lowered his head and thought.

"?" Feng Sanxi's silence was deafening.

If you don’t report news events in a newspaper, what will you publish?

"Well, what I mean is, what if we only publish stories?" The more Sun Fujia spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and he thought this was a good idea.

Short stories don't have to be as restrictive as news stories.

He asked all scholars to submit their works, and if the good ones were published, he would pay them royalties.

"It's a magazine!" Sun Fujia understood. The village was also planning to add a magazine issue to the Tang Weekly, but unfortunately there was no one in charge.

As the teaching of biogas digesters is coming to an end, some of the 18 students have now become idle and have taken over some of the work of the village newspaper, wandering around all day to dig up news.

But students are just students. They are not as perceptive as officials about the development direction of the Tang Dynasty. After all, their experiences are different.

Sun Fujia looked confused. He thought his idea was very good. It turned out that Nuzhuang had already had this idea and even gave it a name. What was Impurity?

How can it be considered impurities? It’s not a bad thing…

"Minister Sun, are you interested in cooperating with Nvzhuang?"

"How, how can we cooperate?" Sun Fujia was at a loss. How did things turn out like this?

"The magazine must have a lot of pages, each one must have at least fifteen. It is no longer a newspaper, but a thin book." Feng Sanxi asked someone to go to the farm to get samples of the magazine.

"But this will cost a lot of money, right?" Sun Fujia never thought that he would need so many pages.

"It will indeed cost a lot of money. Each copy will be priced at twelve cents for the time being. And no more blanks will be left for the common people to practice calligraphy."

"So expensive!" Sun Fujia was shocked.

"It's so thick!" Feng Sanxi said, "Minister Sun, why don't you also take charge of the village's weekly supplement?"

"What is this?" Sun Fujia began to panic.

He just wanted to start a newspaper to prove himself, so why does he have so much work to do?

At the same time, he felt inexplicably excited.

Just at this moment, the servant came over with magazines and supplements.

Feng Sanxi took it and handed it to Sun Fujia: "Minister Sun, how about taking a look?"

Sun Fujia first opened the magazine. It was a thin book, but the paper was quite large, about the size of three of his palms.

There are three big words on the cover: "Story Club".

After opening the cover, you will see the publisher, the second page is the table of contents, and then there are short stories and illustrations.

"The Secret of the Divine Stone?" Sun Fuga looked at the catalog. He was interested in the things in this bizarre section, so he turned to that page: "There is a mountain in Jiannan Road called Ziyun Mountain. One day, a peddler went up the mountain to collect herbs as usual..."

As he read on, Sun Fujia's voice became lower.

He was completely immersed in it.

"This stone can actually make the sound of iron horses!" Sun Fujia shouted. He had never seen anything so bizarre before. "Could it be that the heroic spirits of the soldiers are lingering?"

Feng Sanxi just smiled and said nothing. This was an article written by the owner of the manor. Its purpose was to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits. When he first read it, he was almost scared by the eerie tone of the article.

After a while, Sun Fujia spoke again: "It turned out to be like this!"

Then he could not control himself and started reading other short stories, one after another. When he was interrupted by Manager Feng, half an hour had passed.

"Minister Sun, how is it?" Feng Sanxi smiled and poured tea for Sun Fujia.

"This, this is too beautiful!" Sun Fujia wanted to cry. Nu Zhuang actually trusted him so much that she wanted to give him such an important thing to manage!

"Take a look at the supplement first," Feng Sanxi said.

The supplement is much more exciting than the magazine.

Upon hearing this, Sun Fujia picked up the supplement.

The supplement is the same size as the newspaper, in quarto, but the layout is slightly different.

"Isn't this a newspaper? Why is it called a supplement?"

"That doesn't count. There are only three major sections of content: comments, gossip and jokes." Feng Sanxi replied. When he first read this supplement, he was so angry that he almost vomited three liters of blood.

Sun Fujia was in high spirits. He opened the supplement and saw a thrilling title at the beginning:

"Someone's analysis of Tuyuhun is full of nonsense!"

Hey!

This, this one glance and you can tell who is talking about.

Isn’t it the policy question written by Lao Fang?

Why are you talking so much nonsense?

Sun Fujia's forehead began to sweat. He now understood what a comment was. It was to write down one's own opinions on an article published in a weekly newspaper and let everyone read it!

He didn't bother to finish reading this article and went on to the next one -

"What's so good about Fang Xuanling's plan? Let me tell you a little bit"

Next article——

"As a Tuyuhun, how do I view this policy?"

In addition, there are various comments, some of which are long enough to form an article, while some are only two or three hundred words long.

Everyone uses a pen name, so it’s hard to find the real owner.