Add more to the first smile of the alliance leader!! ……

In the early morning, Shi Yiwen was woken up by the heat.

There was no air conditioning, no fans, not even mosquito coils. Only sweltering mosquito nets.

All night, Shi Yiwen struggled with the sweltering weather, and finally fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, he was sweating.

"Little mercy, give me ......"

When he habitually shouted, he looked left and right, and looked at the simply decorated room, and Shi Yiwen realized that he was not at home.

Yesterday afternoon, after a long voyage of five days and four nights, we finally arrived in Songjiang. Stayed in this inn. Unlike at home, there are not several maids here who serve him at the same time.

"The weather is ...... It's so hot! ”

While complaining about the weather, Shi Yiwen put the iced Coke he had taken from the space on his head.

The coldness of the cola finally relieved him.

"Young Master, you're awake."

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, and then I saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy walking over with a teacup in his hand.

"Young master, you rinse your mouth first, and then I'll go get you a plate of water to wipe your sweat."

It's Dezi, he is the youngest son of Lao Song, the Song family is really good to domestic slaves, and the children of domestic slaves who have worked hard all their lives like Lao Song Tou are all directly good, and Dezi is naturally no exception. He has been living at his sister's house. When he came out this time, it was inconvenient to bring his female dependents around, so Lao Song Tou deliberately took his son to his home, and naturally became Shi Yiwen's bookkeeper, waiting for him to live.

"In the future, I can do this kind of thing, young master, by myself."

Even if you are used to being served, it does not mean that you are used to being served by such children.

"Young master, I should serve you."

Looking at Dezi with a smile on his face, Shi Yiwen knew this, and what he said was tantamount to saying it in vain. I could only watch Dezi busy there.

Soon, after packing up the slur, Shi Yiwen looked out.

"Dezi, where is Mr. Wu?"

"Young master, Mr. Wu has already gone out, he said that he will go out to inquire first, and when he comes back in the evening, he will report to Master Wu, and let the young master just go around here."

Turning?

Wu Cai will arrange it, but for Songjiang, Shi Yiwen is also extremely curious, "I can't buy Songjiang cloth, I can't collect Weitang yarn", he doesn't know what Weitang looks like, but the prosperity of Songjiang is far beyond his imagination.

In terms of the prosperity of the city alone, the prosperity of the city is not even inferior to Nanjing. It's not that the city is a little smaller.

However, what really aroused his interest was not the bustling market, nor the only cloth shops in the city, but the more than 100 weaving mills inside and outside the city, which employed hundreds of people and thousands of people, and deliberately used the textile industry in Songjiang to represent the budding capitalism in the late Ming Dynasty in the history books.

In fact, this time he came to Songjiang, Shi Yiwen came for this. After all, this is the largest weaving center of the era.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! Shoufu returned to his hometown to bury his father and took 36 large sedan chairs to ....... ”

Shi Yiwen, who was hesitating to go to the nearby factory to have a look, was pulled back to reality by a crisp shouting sound, only to see a newsboy running from far and near not far away, the newsboy was about twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a big burden, and several large rolls of "newspapers" were inserted in the baggage.

Looking at the newsboy who came from far and near, Shi Yiwen's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he saw - the newsboy!

That's right, it's a newsboy!

There are newsboys selling newspapers along the street!

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! The first assistant grabs affection, and heaven does not tolerate ......"

stunned to see the newsboy who only existed in the old society in his impression ran past him, staring at the figure of the newsboy.

Shi Yiwen thought that in history, the publishing industry of the Ming Dynasty was extremely developed, and it was the most active and prosperous period in the history of ancient publishing. Moreover, non-governmental news dissemination activities are becoming more and more active, and non-governmental newspaper offices are also spread all over the country.

However, in Nanjing, there are very few newspaper boys who sell them on the street, after all, it is where the southern capital is located, and the content of the newspaper is often not suitable for sale. So most of them are sold at bookstalls.

It's not like in the movies here, where newsboys are hawking along the streets, shouting the news in their mouths.

Newspaper......

Suddenly, Shi Yiwen's eyes lit up.

"Give me a newspaper ......"

In addition to excerpting the contents of the newspaper, there are also some articles criticizing Zhang Juzheng for not returning to his hometown to guard the system, Shi Yiwen doesn't care much about this, after all, through the books he reads in the library, he also has a certain understanding of Zhang Juzheng's love.

He was more concerned with the use of newspapers than with the official information in them.

"Perhaps, you can put an advertisement in the newspaper......"

Compared with the dazed and overwhelmed when he first came to this era, now with the success of soap factories, oil mills and mosquito coils, Shi Yiwen is no longer as in the past, a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, but pays more attention to planning, just like this time he came to Songjiang, it seems that he is to promote products.

But in reality, it was for another big plan.

"Such a newspaper must not be advertised, we must find a way to increase the sales of the newspaper, and then ......"

When he was thinking like this, slowly in Shi Yiwen's mind, a simple newspaper plan had already taken shape. He may not be very familiar with how to run a newspaper, but he has never eaten pork and has always seen a pig walking, at least in later generations, he has also read some newspapers, and generally knows what a newspaper should do.

"Perhaps, you can think about ......"

Start a newspaper. There is nothing difficult about it. As long as those routines hundreds of years later are used, Shi Yiwen can be sure that his newspaper will be popular all over the world.

At that point, it can be used not only as a tool to promote your own products, but even as another tool...... Thinking of this, Shi Yiwen suddenly only felt a burst of excitement, indeed, this idea should be seriously considered.

"When I return to Nanjing, I'll do this first......"

When he was thinking about it in his heart, Shi Yiwen thought of the purpose of coming to Songjiang this time - to sell the shuttle.

It's just that the businessmen of this era will be able to embrace the new technology?

What if they refuse to adopt new technology?

That seems unlikely!

Although he was not sure in his heart, he believed that no businessman would turn a blind eye to the immediate benefits.

"Businessmen are profit-oriented, as long as they can see the profits, they will definitely not refuse......"