The rest of the research institute was not idle, inventing a variety of inventions, especially the hot air balloon that Song Jiang instructed Monk Mingxuan to study had been successful a month ago, and he was busy training soldiers to operate hot air balloons these days. This is a remarkable invention, the use of hot air balloons can reconnoiter the enemy's camp at high altitude, and can form the air force that Song Jiang dreams of. But first of all, there must be soldiers who are skilled in handling hot air balloons, so the first batch of 500 hot air balloons was built, and 2,000 soldiers without fear of heights and night blindness were selected for training. As for the previously valuable clairvoyants, now everyone above the platoon commander level owns them, and glass-made clairplanes have become popular among the ranks of the autonomous region.

At a time when the autonomous region was preparing for war with all the troops, some people made it bad, and some propaganda leaflets were pasted on the walls of some villages and towns in the autonomous region. It says that the imperial court ordered that all the people in the autonomous region be exempted from all taxes, but Song Jiang forcibly collected taxes for his own personal interests, harming the people of the autonomous region, and so on.

Song Jiang sneered after getting the news, it was obvious that the ministers of the court had come to dig into the corner again, and this group of pigs was uncomfortable if they didn't create some trouble, and now they wanted to use public opinion to divide the hearts of the people. In this case, let's fight a dozen battles of public opinion to see who can stand on the side of the people.

A question that had been on his mind was now forced to come to the table.

Publish newspapers and win the battle of public opinion.

Plain, sad, frustrated.

Even though hearing the news of Messi's visit made a hint of surprise appear on her face, the corners of her eyebrows still reflected her infinite loneliness and melancholy.

"It's been a long time, Yi'an Jushi!"

Song Jiang arched his hand, and when he saw Li Qingzhao's sad face, he couldn't help but sigh. He already knew in the Confucian family in Qingzhou that Zhao Ming had died of illness and Li Qingzhao was widowed, so he was unhappy about Li Qingzhao's fate in his heart. Now that he sees a talented woman who is suffering, how can he not let him be unrelated.

"Mr. Mei visited Pengsheng today, Yi'an is polite!" Li Qingzhao blessed a blessing and said: "I haven't seen you for a few years, how is Mr. Mei?" What great works have been passed down to the world? ”

Song Jiang smiled and shouted in his heart: "No matter what great works there are, they are all reciting others!" But he couldn't say that, and he didn't believe Li Qingzhao when he said it, and he would laugh at him for being a fool. Song Jiang said: "I have been busy in the past few years, how can I have the heart to write poetry. After speaking, he was afraid that Li Qingzhao would ask, so he raised his head and looked at the words on the top of Li Qingzhao's room door and said, "Return to the hall!" ”

Li Qingzhao smiled slightly and said: "Since the first acquaintance in Qingzhou, Mr. Mei called the little girl Yi'an Jushi, and the little woman took Yi'an Jushi as the name. "Leaning on the south window to be proud, judging the knee of Yi'an", the name of Yi'an Jushi comes from Mr. Wuliu's "Words of Return", so the little woman's room is named Huilaitang. ”

Song Jiang saw that Li Qingzhao was talking about literature, and he was a little apprehensive in his heart, and he would definitely be exposed if he said too much, so he changed the topic and said: "If you are thirsty, can you ask Yi'an Jushi for a cup of tea to quench your thirst?" ”

Li Qingzhao's face turned slightly red and said: "The little woman is abrupt, she forgot to let Mr. Mei enter the house when she blocked the door, Mr. Mei please!" ”

After sitting down, serving tea, and greeting for a moment, Li Qingzhao said: "Can the little girl read Mr. Mei's recent masterpiece?" ”

Song Jiang's head is big, he is afraid of something, and the talented woman talks about literature again, so he can only take the trick hard. Song Jiang first praised Li Qingzhao and said: "Yi'an Jushi is a little woman, and he can blush when he hears it, the talent of the layman should be a talented woman through the ages, how can he call himself a little woman." is shallow in the next year, and compared with laymen, he is really a toddler, which is not worth mentioning. ”

Then he sighed and said, "Hey! Jin Kou invaded, the people were struggling to make a living, the Great Song Dynasty was in turmoil, and he was really in no mood for poetry. ”

Li Qingzhao also sighed and said: "Jin Kou is raging, and the imperial court is actually flattering with land and property, which is really a humiliation!" Li Gang was sent out of the court to resist the gold wholeheartedly, Geng Nanzhong made peace but served as the leader, the court treated people very unfairly, and everyone in the world was cold, how could people serve the country wholeheartedly! Alas! Hearing about the invasion of Jinkou, an emperor escaped, an emperor made peace, and abandoned the people and society, can he be regarded as a qualified emperor? On the contrary, the soldiers of the autonomous region beat the golden croons, which was very happy, and it was worthy of reference by the imperial court. ”

Song Jiang was secretly happy in his heart, and finally turned the topic out of literature. Song Jiang then commented on the topic of the imperial court for a while, and then said to Li Qingzhao: "The imperial court is weak, and Your Majesty is cowardly, all because of the slaughter. They are discouraged by playthings, and they get by, causing His Majesty to have no ambitions and be content with the status quo. Jin Kou is greedy and fierce, and he can't fill his bottomless greed with conciliation, and only by beating him up can he get peace. I want to work with the people of the world to awaken His Majesty who is indulging in dreams, awaken the court that is willing to fall, and let the great powers of the Celestial Empire no longer be humiliated by Yidi! ”

"Wake up? How to go about waking up? Those who dared to tell the truth in the court were driven out of the temple and went to remote places to become officials, and now who is willing to tell the truth, who is willing to listen to you tell the truth. Mr. Mei has lofty ideals, but the road is rugged and difficult to achieve! ”

After Li Qingzhao finished speaking, he felt that it was a little inappropriate to pour cold water on Song Jiang, and continued: "Maybe Mr. Mei has already made a bamboo in his chest, I just reminded a few words casually, it is purely unfounded." ”

"The rise and fall of the world, the husband is responsible, even if there is a sword mountain and a sea of fire, I have to break through! If you don't wake up the people and the court, the Great Song Dynasty will be ruined. If you want to change reality and change the world, you must have the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice. I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood! In order to let more people live comfortably and be less humiliated, why don't I have a head! ”

Song Jiang said categorically, and also said his heart, that is, to have the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice to awaken the people and use the power of the people to change the world.

"The rise and fall of a good world is the responsibility of the husband! Good one, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood! Mr. Mei takes the rise and fall of the world as his own responsibility, and I admire the pride of treating death as home. If there is a Qing in the court, why worry about the Song Dynasty! If I can do my part, Li Qingzhao will not refuse! ”

Li Qingzhao suddenly refreshed, she suddenly found that Mr. Mei not only wrote poetry skillfully, but also had a heart to rejuvenate the country, and there was a kind of righteousness that I would not go to hell and who would go to hell, and she couldn't help but be infected. Oh, yes! If you can do your meager help for the prosperity of the country in your lifetime, what are you afraid of when the road is bumpy!

Song Jiang smiled thinly, got up and arched his hand: "I came here to invite Yi'an Jushi out of the mountain, let's work together to wake up the people and rescue the people of the Great Song Dynasty." ”

Li Qingzhao was stunned at first, she couldn't figure out how she could wake up the people as a flat-headed person, could it be that Mr. Mei wanted to jointly write a letter to make the emperor sober? This alone will not in any way make the cowardly emperor stronger, but on the contrary he will be angry with the scribe. Does he have a magic method? Li Qingzhao was puzzled: "I want to listen to Mr. Mei's detailed explanation!" ”

"We run a newspaper!"

"Running a newspaper? What is Newspaper? ”

Li Qingzhao was even more confused: "Can newspapers wake up the people? ”

As soon as Song Jiang heard that he was about to explain the term, he said: "A newspaper is a kind of printed publication that is regularly distributed to the public, in which it mainly publishes news and commentary on current affairs, which can reflect and guide public opinion, and is an important carrier of mass communication. In the newspapers, we tell the truth, let the people know the truth, participate in the commentary of current affairs, and let the court see the light of day again. In this way, public opinion can be used to guide the people and the people can be used to supervise the imperial court, so as to curb the imperial court from continuing to be shrouded in darkness. Only when the people are awakened can there be real hope for the country! ”

After listening to this, Li Qingzhao doubted again: "Sounds good, but can anyone watch it?" Does anyone pay attention? Won't the imperial court intervene to forcibly stop it? Mr. Mei, you have to know that you are just a businessman, and even if you have wealth, it is as easy to kill you in the eyes of the government as it is to shoot an ant to death. ”

Song Jiang listened and said: "Those guys in the imperial court have long hated me to the bone, and they want to send me to the eighteenth layer of hell, because what I did was to prevent them from continuing to exploit the people. But they weren't so bold yet, because they didn't have enough power to move me right now. As long as we wake up the people and resist the exploitation of these parasites with one heart, the people of the Song Dynasty will have a good life! ”

"Will there be such a number one person in the Song Dynasty?"

Li Qingzhao looked at Song Jiang in disbelief, wondering in his mind who had such a great ability to make the imperial court afraid.