The last record in the newspaper is a poem by Feng Daiwen plagiarized and modified Taizu's words, "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting." Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting. There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. Pity the second general Huo Wei, slightly less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao, Jieli Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle. The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

The first issue of the newspaper not only has a line inscribed on the cover by Li Shimin, "The heroes who sacrificed for the Tang Dynasty are immortal", and the names of the military generals who died from Taiyuan were also recorded, as well as the number of soldiers, and the first line is the most famous eldest princess, Princess Pingyang...... Feng Daiwen also asked Yan Liben to equip each general with an image.

Feng Daiwen noted at the end of the newspaper that this was only the first issue, and that the heroic deeds of other civil servants and military generals of the Tang Dynasty would continue to be published later. In no particular order.

The first issue of the magazine is interesting about the market, good people and good deeds, such as the merchants of the rice shop in the west of the city often open a warehouse to help beggars, and the boss Wang in the south of the city has given money for medicine for the people who have no money to treat the disease. There are also some interesting things, such as according to the grapevine, an official surnamed a certain house in Datang was seriously afraid of guilt, and his colleagues were found to have scratches on his face, and his colleagues asked: "Why?" He replied, "The grape trellis in the backyard is upside down." ”

There are also romantic things, which clearly point out that Mrs. Li Jing admires Li Jing's talent and performs a story of running in the red breeze at night. That's right, it's Li Jing, the god of the Tang Dynasty. So after Li Jing was in the Romance of the Gods, he once again attracted the attention of the people of Chang'an, but more people were envious.

As for the advertisements, all the royal properties introduced, Feng Daiwen, and a few close industries were published.

On 28 March, after Li Shimin had read the original manuscript, it was officially issued, and all restaurants and inns in Chang'an gave away a free copy, and 100 specially trained boys wore cotton clothes and hung a pocket full of newspapers on their chests and walked into the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the latest Datang newspaper, the first issue of preferential rewards! Yu Chigong rode the Savior alone, and Qin Shubao broke into battle alone. Accompanied by a crisp children's voice, the sound of selling newspapers appeared for the first time in the Central Plains.

"Come here, boy, how did you buy this newspaper for selling?" The eldest grandson Wuji, who had just left the court, was sitting in the carriage and heard the sound of selling, beckoned the little boy over and asked.

"This elder, we bought the Datang Semi-Monthly Newspaper and the Chang'an Monthly Newspaper, the semi-monthly newspaper is five cents, and the ten-month newspaper is one article." The boy replied skillfully.

"Give the old man two copies." The eldest grandson Wuji said, naturally there are subordinates who pay. I took the newspaper and read it first, Datang Semi-Monthly, "The heroes who sacrificed for Datang are immortal." As a person who is familiar with Li Shimin, I know at a glance that this is his handwritten handwriting.

I looked at the back again, and I saw it fine and interesting for a while. After reading it, I opened the Chang'an newspaper to read, and I was not in a hurry to get off the carriage and go home even when I arrived at the door. "Haha, this official surnamed Fang is still in the court, isn't it Fang Xuanling. Haha," the eldest grandson Wuji sat in the carriage and laughed wildly.

"Master, I'm home." The groom said softly.

The eldest grandson Wuji got out of the carriage and entered the mansion.

In the restaurant, because there is a free newspaper, it spreads faster, and the restaurant owner is very shrewd to let a literate person read the newspaper in the hall. The business of the restaurant is obviously much better, and many people are not in a hurry to leave, and they order a pot of wine to taste there slowly and chat with friends. Loud applause was heard at the highlights, and curses were heard at the excesses of the Turks.

Later, I heard about many good people and good deeds, and they discussed, "It turns out that Boss Zhang has done so many good things, it seems that he would rather walk more in the future to take care of his business." ”

"Yes, yes, that Boss Wang is not bad." A companion at the table answered.

"It turns out that several princes are so heroic." A table of young readers commented.

"Yes, I can't imagine that the battlefield battle is so dangerous, and so many people have died since the founding of the country." Another reader sighed.

"Well, my favorite is the last poem, which not only describes the snow scene in the north, vivid and vivid, but also looks at this morning, my generation should strive to be the first, not to be left behind." One of the scholars stood up and said with an impassioned expression.

"What Brother Wang said is very true, I plan to take the pen from Rong and go to join the army." An emaciated reader stood up and chimed in.

"Brother Zhengze! Aren't you going to be a county lieutenant? The young man surnamed Wang said unexpectedly.

"Throughout the past two years in the imperial court, there have been a wide range of changes, and it is better to go to the army to be a scribe and expand the territory for my Tang Dynasty." The regular replied.

"Very good! Let's go! Brother Wang pulled Zheng's arm and said happily......

After Chang'an City from the Romance of the Gods, there is no such interesting story book, although many people have printed books, but they have not thought about selling, and they are all some classics and articles. The appearance of the newspaper made up for it very well, and showed considerable interest in the deeds of high-ranking officials in the imperial court, and the people of the Tang Dynasty. The whole of Chang'an is discussing the deeds of the princes, and they all have different supporters.

"I say, it's still the prince of Yi Guo, who dares to charge the enemy on a single horse," said a young man on the street with admiration.

"No, no, I think it's the Duke of Eguo, who is also riding the Savior alone, and I want to ask someone to paint his portrait and hang it at home, and worship it all the time." Another teenager next to him disagreed.

"Hmph, the Wing Kingdom is amazing! I'm also going to ask someone to draw a portrait and hang it on the doorstep of my house so that everyone can know about it. The young man who spoke first yelled unconvinced.

"Eguo Gong is amazing!"

"Wing Guogong is amazing!"

"yes, yes, fight with you!" The two scuffled together when they quarreled......

Later, these two people really hung the portraits of Qin Qiong and Wei Chigong on the door, and the others didn't know the reason, and some also learned to hang them, and the farther they spread, the more they spread, the more they changed. At first, I wanted to stick to some extravagance and courage, and then it came out to ward off evil spirits. So the door gods slowly became them.

"Holy Lord, please recruit a group of young and literate people to serve in the political department of the army." Feng Daiwen entered the palace to report on his work.

"The Department of Political Affairs? Why use young people. Li Shimin knew that Feng Daiwen had introduced the Political Department, but he didn't understand why he wanted to use young people.

"Young people, enthusiastic and energetic, do not have as much effort as the older ones, and are easier to cultivate, and the older ones already have their own fixed concepts of right and wrong, which are difficult to change." Feng Daiwen explained.

"Well, that's right, how many people are needed?" Li Shimin asked.

"The more the merrier, in the future, they will all join the army, and the newspaper has been established, and the Holy Commander is also invited to preside over the meritocracy, and the minister's literary talent is limited, which is really not enough to serve." Feng Daiwen doesn't want to dance every day to make ink.

"Well, how is Chu Suiliang?" Li Shimin asked.

"The saint is wise, Chu Gong is not only brilliant, but also familiar with the newspaper, and is indeed the best candidate." Feng Daiwen smiled and complimented.