Out of the first month, Mao Yulong is going to go to the house to study, after all, that is his foundation. Only by being a civil official and ascending to a high position can he help his uncle Mao Wenlong, have a say in the court, make him immortal, and change the fate of the Ming Dynasty in the future.

This year is the fourth year of the Apocalypse, and time is running out.

Taking advantage of the fact that there is still some time these days, Mao Yulong soaked in the bookstore all day long, telling his three brothers as much as possible about his knowledge of the newspaper in his previous life.

And on the second day of the eunuch leaving, the eunuch Zhao Yuliang also arrived, a eunuch in his 30s, and he was not as arrogant as people imagined, he came when the store opened every day, and then sat in the room specially reserved for himself, drinking tea and eating snacks, only looking and not talking, and rarely had contact with people.

This kind of performance not only made the brothers feel at ease, but also changed the senses of the eunuchs, the eunuchs are not as arrogant and domineering as people imagine, but have a little inferiority, which is very sympathetic.

For the first time Zhao Yuliang, he moved a lot of emperor's living records. Of course, this is not a real living record, this is a manuscript, as long as it is to introduce the actual situation of the emperor's government affairs in a day.

For such an important news, the brothers were like a treasure, and without saying a word, they offered a rich pen. This allowed Zhao Yuliang not only to get an important errand, but also to have an extra income, which is much better than taking bribes. So he smiled toothlessly. In this way, this Zhao Gonggong has become the first reporter of Sanyi Newspaper, and he also regards this newspaper as his own family's business, and he is more attentive to his career, but he does not make it difficult.

Picking an auspicious day of the zodiac, the brothers stood in front of this small bookstore, set off a firecracker lively, and accepted the congratulations of a group of peers and neighbors, and the new thing of Sanyi newspaper was freshly baked.

The lead characters cast by the new materials are extremely neatly carved, and they are printed like the follow-up No. 5 small letters.

Picking up a newspaper with fragrant ink, Mao Yulong flipped through it happily.

Fold in half, front and back. The headlines on the front page, of course, are the emperor's news, although they can't be colored, but they are also important in bold black fonts. This article 1 alone is enough to attract people's attention.

Immediately following this headline is the content of the imperial court's arrival, which is indispensable.

The second edition is the news that happened in Hangzhou, and this edition lets the whole Hangzhou people know what happened here a few days ago, which is more eye-catching.

The 3rd edition is a full advertising page, the owner has a house to sell, what is the price of rice noodles in the west, Miss Li is going to get married, and Zhao Lao's announcement is impressive, which makes these two families feel very faced, and the advertising fee issued by the newspaper is paid without hesitation. This became the largest part of the newspaper's income.

The 4th edition is Mao Yulong's serialization, sprinkled with joy, and spread all over Hangzhou City with ulterior motives. Mao Yulong's White Snake Biography was officially serialized, and Mao Yulong didn't come up with a pen name, because the filthy heart he hid there was to let the two sisters know their real names and surnames, and the encounter between Xu Xian and the White Snake Lady also moved from the broken bridge to the scene where the two bridges met, and his despicable heart was already obvious.

A group of children recruited from the homeless population were divided into five teams, standing in a fairly neat queue in front of the newspaper office, waiting for the newspapers to be distributed, and then shouted and sold according to the area.

Mao Yulong had already prepared uniform clothes for them, replacing their original ragged clothes. One person is also equipped with a big bag, after washing and haircut, first give each person two steamed buns at the bottom, one by one refreshing and clean, full of the dress of the future generations of newsboys, making people feel that the eyes are bright first.

The newspaper came out, and the four brothers solemnly handed the stacks of newspapers into the hands of the children.

The children immediately dispersed and ran to their own neighborhoods, so the sound of selling newspapers spread all over the streets and alleys of Hangzhou, becoming a new and beautiful scenery in Hangzhou.

The number of newspapers today is 5,000 copies, which is definitely a big deal for my bookstore, and if it can't be sold and smashed into your own hands, everyone will lose a lot of money. The time passed at 1 o'clock, and the hidden anxiety in the hearts of the brothers stared at the door, waiting for the newsboys to come back and report the sales situation.

Among the four people, only Mao Yulong seemed indifferent. This thing is a new thing to others, but to oneself, it is nothing at all, if something that has already matured in the future fails here, then there is no need for oneself, a person who travels through it, to mix in this society anymore. Find a rope and hang yourself, maybe you can take the opportunity to return to that world, although that world is very hateful, although this world is very nostalgic.

In less than an hour, on the corner of the street, panting ran back to a small newsboy, ran directly in front of a few people, raised his red face, took off his big cloth pocket, poured the copper coins inside on the table with a bang, and then excitedly reported to the four owners, "Owners, my 100 newspapers are sold out, please count the money." ”

It was sold out so quickly, and everyone looked at him in disbelief.

As a result, this child is still unsatisfied, "The owner, is there anything else?"

Zheng Hongda touched his head, "It's gone, it's gone, wait for tomorrow morning to send a little more." ”

The kid was a little disappointed, and then looked at the big proprietor who was counting the money.

Counting money, of course, is Xu Jie's business, and now that the newspaper has just opened, the hiring of the account office does not have the ability, and everything is handled by the brothers themselves.

After counting the money, Xu Jie nodded with a smile and said, "The money is right, it's a lot." Then, according to the agreement, count out 100 yuan, try to give him good money in various colors, and then give him "Little guy, this is your reward today, do a good job." ”

The child took the hundred papers, gave a deep salute to the four people, and ran out cheering, shouting happily as he ran, "Now my mother can not sell my sister"

The four of them looked gloomy, and the child's request was so simple. But the four brothers are also relieved, because they have made a brother and sister no longer separate, which is a merit.

When the four brothers sighed, they suddenly squeezed into their heads and asked, "How is it sold?" This is Zhao Yuliang, the eunuch on duty.

Judging by his expression, he was more anxious than the real boss.

He can't help but be in a hurry, if he doesn't sell well, he will have no results, and he will live up to his godfather's grace to take care of him. And once it hits, then you can go one step further with this credit. The small newspaper office is not his purpose, his purpose is at least the town guard of a county.

Mao Yulong smiled at this shift and said, "I just came back, one hundred, and there is no one left." ”

Zhao Yuliang breathed a sigh of relief, "One hour, one hundred copies for a child, not bad." Then he said to Mao Yulong: "Five thousand copies should be fine today." ”

Zhao Yuliang likes to talk to Mao Yulong, because what he sees in Mao Yulong's eyes is not ridicule, stammering, and disgusting for his own group of people, but a really normal gaze. A eunuch who was shouted and beaten by everyone in Donglin, a strange thing in the eyes of ordinary people, and a normal vision was enough to move them.

"I said Lao Zhao, why are you in a hurry than us, it's only been an hour, it's early." Zheng Hongda said with a big grin, but his eyes were staring at the street, and his eyes had betrayed his heart.

"Come back, come back three." Xu Jie shouted happily, pointing to the three panting little guys, and everyone stretched their necks together to look at the big pockets they were carrying, there were no newspapers, only the heavy sound of copper coins.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and succeeded.