The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Whoever has the first impression can guide public opinion. Thinking of this, an idea came to Wen Qingcheng's mind: she wants to print newspapers!

Wen Qingcheng went back to the study and drafted a document. Since her handwriting was so ugly, she asked Wen Zhuo to write it for her and also asked Wen Yufeng to come along.

Wen Yufeng was a little surprised that Wen Qingcheng would look for her, but she didn't dare to ask what it was. After all, she lived in Wen Qingcheng's house. She could only silently follow Wen Qingcheng to the study in the front yard with Wen Zhuo.

Wen Qingcheng closed the door when they arrived at the study. Ye Xiuying heard the door close and looked up at Wen Qingcheng, "What's wrong, Qingcheng?"

"Uncle, Yufeng, please sit down."

Wen Qingcheng asked the two to sit down, then took out the manuscript she had drafted and showed it to Wen Zhuo, and told him about her plan.

"This is the draft I drafted. I want to distribute it throughout the city so that everyone knows about it. We have to take the initiative. With public opinion, I believe that even if Wang Ji uses connections behind the scenes, the ancestor will consider the seriousness of the situation and will pay attention to our appeal."

Wen Zhuo took the manuscript and looked at it, frowning slightly. He saw the word "Shocked" written in large letters on the paper. The combination of large and small characters did not look like the beginning of an article, nor did it look like the format of a letter. Wen Zhuo looked at the eye-catching large characters on the paper and murmured, "Shocked! Is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? The old brand Wangji actually plagiarized Wenji Ejiao! The true face of the romantic young man Wang Heng, the infatuated girl got pregnant for him..."

People all have a desire to hunt for beauty and novelty, and such an explosive headline, especially one involving a well-known figure in the county, is bound to cause quite a stir.

"Qingcheng, what is this?"

"I call this a newspaper. I will distribute this manuscript all over the city. But if the Patriarch Association investigates this matter and verifies Wang Heng's personal immorality, Yufeng will naturally be needed to testify." Wen Qingcheng looked at Wen Yufeng again, "So, Yufeng, take a look at this and see if you are willing to testify. The Patriarch Association will protect your privacy for this kind of thing, and will not directly mention your name when it is announced to the public."

Wen Yufeng had just heard what Wen Zhuo had read out, and sighed softly, "I no longer have any reputation, and this is how my life will be. I have already died once, and Wang Heng humiliated me. I have nothing to fear as long as I can avenge him."

When Ye Xiuying heard that the once proud Wen Yufeng had given up on herself like this, she consoled her: "Yufeng, you must cheer up. You still have a long life ahead of you, and you will definitely have your own true happiness."

Wen Yufeng shook her head and smiled bitterly. Wen Qingcheng was very happy to hear that she was willing to testify, and immediately promised: "I won't let you testify in vain. I will give you 100 taels to help you pay off part of your debt."

Wen Yufeng's eyes lit up. Did she hear it right? Wen Qingcheng wanted to give her 100 taels? Could she really come up with that much money? If Wen Qingcheng really gave her 100 taels, plus the 50 taels Wang Heng gave her before, she could pay back 150 taels. The remaining 100 taels, although it was not a small amount for her, was a good thing. She could pay it back in this lifetime, and she didn't have to worry about being caned by the government, and her family wouldn't be taken to the border to do hard labor.

"Qingcheng, are you... serious?"

Wen Qingcheng smiled and nodded, "I'm not just talking nonsense, my uncle is here to testify." Wen Qingcheng looked at Ye Xiuying again, "Mom, don't touch the money in Wenji's account, I will give her the money from my personal account."

Wen Qingcheng had money in her personal account. Wen Liang had transferred money to her before, and Mo Jinghong left one thousand taels when he left. However, this one thousand taels was originally deposited in Wen Qingcheng's account. But after Ye Xiuying took over the accounting office, Wen Qingcheng felt that since Mo Jinghong had invested, the money should naturally be put into Wen Ji's account. Therefore, the one thousand taels of silver was not in Wen Qingcheng's personal account, and Wen Qingcheng also regarded Mo Jinghong as the boss of Wen Ji.

Now that they have reached an agreement, Wen Qingcheng said to Wen Zhuo, "Uncle, you are the best handwriter among us. Please write another copy in this format, and try to use regular script."

Wen Zhuo saw Wen Qingcheng's confident face, but he was still a little confused. "Qingcheng, I have no problem writing it, but you just said that you want to distribute it all over the city. This is too unrealistic. How many copies do I have to write? Unless I use a large white cloth and post it like a notice, it's just... We ordinary people can't just post it casually. It needs to be approved by the government."

"It won't work if we post a notice. Our newspaper will definitely not pass the government's review. We should just distribute it to the public. We need at least 5,000 copies at the moment."

"Five thousand copies!" Wen Zhuo, Ye Xiuying and Wen Yufeng were all shocked. Wen Zhuo almost fainted. How long would it take him to copy five thousand copies by himself? Even if he mobilized all the children in the school, they wouldn't be able to finish it!

"Everyone, don't get excited yet. Just listen to me. Of course, it's not copying, but rubbing."

"Rubbing?"

"Yes, by carving the words on stone and then applying ink, you can print them on paper indefinitely."

When Wen Zhuo heard that he didn't need to write by hand, he was delighted: "That's a good idea. I'll write a draft first."

Wen Zhuo took the pen and ink handed to him by Wen Qingcheng, and began to write on a piece of plain paper according to Wen Qingcheng's format.

"Look at her uncle's handwriting. It's so beautiful." Ye Xiuying praised from the side.

"Alas, I'm afraid I will never be able to write such vigorous and powerful words in my lifetime." Wen Qingcheng sighed.

Wen Zhuo felt a little embarrassed by the compliment. He blew on the ink and blurted out, "My calligraphy is nothing. My second brother's calligraphy is really good." Then he remembered that Wen Liang had already left. He was afraid that his second sister-in-law and Qingcheng would be sad, so he quickly changed the subject: "Qingcheng, in fact, you can write so well without practicing calligraphy seriously. If you practice hard, you will definitely write better than me."

After finishing writing, Wen Qingcheng took the original copy of the "newspaper" written by Wen Liang and nodded with satisfaction. The handwriting was very neat and anyone who could read could tell what was written. There was not a single unfamiliar character in the whole article and even ordinary people with limited literacy could understand it.

"Uncle, I'll have to trouble you to go to the county town or town today and buy some plain paper. We'll cut it ourselves and then find a stone engraver. We'll pay him a little more and ask him to expedite the engraving for us, just to the size of this piece of paper."

Wen Zhuo agreed to all of his requests and immediately set off for the town.

Wen Zhuo returned in a carriage before dusk, carrying several bundles of plain paper and a large can of ink, all of which were unloaded into the warehouse.

Wen Zhuo took the receipt to Ye Xiuying to claim reimbursement. Wen Qingcheng was also there, and was surprised to see Wen Zhuo coming back so soon. "Uncle is back so soon, did you find the place to engrave the words?"

"I found it. It's a shop that carves stone tablets. They charge by the number of characters. I added a few hundred coins and asked them to carve it quickly. Fortunately, our tablet doesn't have many characters, but I thought we should print it out as soon as possible, so I took the initiative to ask him to carve two tablets for us. We agreed to pick them up the day after tomorrow afternoon."