"Sell the newspaper, sell the newspaper, two dollars, one newspaper." The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stood at the door of the Fan Building, shouting loudly, sell a newspaper, keep a money for himself, hand over a money, if he sells a thousand newspapers a month, he can easily make a consistent amount of money, and this income is much better than being a helper.

It's just that Gan Qi lost a lot of money, a newspaper directly lost six or seven dollars, a thousand copies lost six or seven yuan, and ten thousand copies lost sixty or seventy yuan. However, it is not easy to calculate the benefits brought by Gan Qi's advertisements for his own business, and in the end it is still two words whether he loses or makes money.

"What's that? Report? What newspaper? A literate man paused and asked.

"Beijing Times, take a look, the portraits of Li Yisleeve and Xiao Jiunu are incomparably beautiful. Also, there is a flying hero on the grass to teach you what a war ball is, and there is also the Bianhe floating corpse case, but it is amazing, the floating corpse appeared in the Bianhe River, and the Kaifeng Mansion carefully investigated, and the murderer was ...... on the spot"

"I'll look at ......" After a moment, the man asked, "How much?" ”

"Two money."

"This thing is new, I only heard that the imperial court will send a report to the yamen everywhere, but I haven't heard that the people also send a report to the palace. Give, two money, take it. ”

The little guy took the money and thanked him again and again: "Official, I send it seven or eight times a month, and I will buy it next time, and there will be the next issue in four days at the latest." ”

"It's just a fresh look, I won't buy it next time." The man took the newspaper and left a sentence, reading it as he walked.

After half an hour, he ran back and asked, "When is the next issue?" Four days later? ”

"Well, four days at most, maybe faster." The little guy replied.

"Who the printed this? Isn't it okay to finish a case all at once? It's still an appetite, is there a portrait of Fan Lou Zhang in the next issue? ”

"I don't know about this little one."

"Then what is said about Shu Jin's promotion, is it true or false?"

"I don't know about this little one."

"Will the Imperial City Division send someone to participate in this war ball tournament?"

"I don't know about this little one."

"The newspaper you sell, I don't know what you know, what do you know?"

The little girl cried with a sad face: "Official, the villain is just selling newspapers, where can I know these things?" Maybe in the next issue, I'll talk about these things. ”

"That's it, it's useless to ask you." After saying that, the man walked away.

The little guy was still shouting: "Official, in four days, remember to buy it in four days." ”

Why does the Beijing Times publish a maximum of seven or eight issues a month? It's not that Gan Qi is unwilling to issue one issue a day, but he can't, the production efficiency in this era is too low, and he has to buy paper and ink, and he has to make an appointment to receive and finalize the manuscript, and he has to print it by hand, and he has to send it everywhere, and it is almost impossible to issue one issue a day, and four days is already the limit.

In the north of the inner city of Bianliang, a mansion sits in the north and faces south, the atmosphere is very large, and the plaque on the door of the mansion is also a golden hot word, this is Wen Yanbo's mansion.

A person hurriedly rushed to the door with a newspaper, Wen Yanbo went to the yamen early in the morning, and Wen Yanbo's son Wen Dezhang was laughing with a little maid in the garden.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting, "Childe, childe." ”

The shouting interrupted Wen Dezhang's good deeds, and he heard Wen Dezhang scold: "What's the matter, are there any rules for shouting and yelling?" ”

"Childe, look, look at this." This man sent the Beijing Times to Wen Dezhang.

"Look at what? What's there to see? Wen Dezhang said angrily.

"Childe, look at this, are you insinuating and scolding our father-in-law?"

"Scolding my dad? Take a look, how can this be true! Wen Dezhang took the newspaper and was already reading the article "Teach You to Become a Prime Minister by Hand".

Wen Yanbo's matter of Shu brocade, Wen Dezhang is naturally clear. Today's Zhang Ji Shu brocade, although it is the business of Zhang Guifei Zhang's family, Wen Dezhang is actually involved in it, so he monopolizes the Shu brocade business in the capital.

Wen Dezhang looked at it for a moment, crumpled the newspaper into a ball, threw it on the ground, and scolded: "How can this be reasonable, where is this insinuation?" This is already naming names, what is this? Who wrote it? How did it get to you? ”

"Childe, this is the Beijing Times, all Bianliang are selling, two dollars a piece, this article is written by a person named Gan Qi."

"Man Bianliang City is selling? Can this thing be sold? Does anyone buy it? Wen Dezhang asked.

"Some people buy it, many people buy it, not only some people buy it, but some people read it in the streets and alleys."

Wen Dezhang's face changed, he was shocked, and hurriedly asked: "Gan Qi, who is Gan Qi?" Quick, go find him. What is this, and who printed it? Hurry up and find it, how can it be justified. Who is so bold as to dare to get along with my father? I'm afraid it's not too long. ”

Gan Qi, Wen Dezhang has seen it, but on that day, Wen Dezhang didn't know Gan Qi's name, and only heard the old mother call Gan Gongzi.

"The little ones are going to look for them, and they're going to look for them."

In the Wen Mansion, countless small people began to go out to inquire about the news, to see who printed the Beijing Times, and where Gan Qi was sacred, and he dared to get along with the prime minister of the current dynasty.

Wen Dezhang didn't have the heart to tease the little maid at home anymore, but also went out to the political hall. The so-called two mansions and three divisions, and the two mansions are the Zhongshu Gate and the Privy Council, and Wen Yanbo, which is the same as the Zhongshu Gate, is the political affairs hall under the Zhongshu Gate. The three divisions are salt and iron, degree branch, and household department. Another is the six parts of Shangshu Province.

In addition, there is also Taiwan, Taiwan is the Imperial History Tower, the Imperial Academy, and Bao Zheng was the chief official of the Imperial Court in the past.

This is the basic framework of the court in the early and middle Northern Song Dynasty, and it is also slightly changed from the three provinces and six departments.

The Zhongshu Sect manages government affairs, the three divisions are in charge of finance, money and food, the Privy Council is in charge of the army, the Imperial History is in charge of supervising hundreds of officials, and the Imperial Court is in charge of advice.

In this system, rights and responsibilities are still very meticulously divided, and in ancient times, it was still a very reasonable state administrative system.

Wen Dezhang took the Beijing Times straight to the political hall.

Wen Yanbo looked at the newspaper, heard his son's righteous indignation, and frowned slightly in thought.

After Wen Dezhang finished speaking, he said: "Father, father, when I find Naganqi and the Beijing Times, I will definitely want them to look good." ”

Wen Yanbo was in the official house, stood up from his seat, slowly walked out of his public house, looked to the left at the door, not far from the left was Fubi's public house, and then looked to the right, not far from the right, there were a number of public houses of government officials such as the governor.

Wen Yanbo was still frowning and thinking, he was wondering who was going to get along with him, he had heard Gan Qi's name once, and he heard it from Bao Zheng's mouth at the poetry meeting of the Runan County Palace.

But Wen Yanbo didn't believe that Bao Zheng couldn't get along with him, because Bao Zheng and Wen Yanbo were in-laws, and Bao Zheng's second son Bao Shou married Wen Yanbo's daughter, and that's not all, Wen Yanbo's youngest son married Bao Zheng's youngest daughter. The children of the two families marry each other, - kiss and kiss, Bao Zheng is fine, shouldn't he take Wen Yanbo for surgery?

Gan Qi really didn't know such a close relationship between Bao Zheng and Wen Yanbo, Gan Qi only knew that Bao Zheng's eldest son Bao Qi had just died a few years ago, and he died at the age of eighteen, so it was not easy to ask Bao Zheng about family affairs.

"Dad, I'll go first, go back and order people, I'm going to teach these things a lesson." An angry Wen Dezhang spoke.

Wen Yanbo turned around and entered the door, closed the door, and said: "Don't worry, you are such a big person, don't panic in case of trouble, this matter is not so simple, Gan Qi is not very human, he wrote an article to embarrass me, someone must have instructed him to do it, this person is familiar with your Uncle Bao, wait for me to ask your Uncle Bao." ”

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