In the early morning, at the right time, the employees of the distribution department of Yanjing Morning News brought neat newspapers and set off from the newspaper office to various urban areas by horse-drawn carriage. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Every morning, whether it is windy or rainy, it never stops, and over time, it has gradually become a scene in the capital.

Nancheng, Wang Ji Inn.

A carriage of the distribution department of the morning newspaper slowly stopped, and an employee of the distribution department called Huang Desheng jumped out of the carriage, took the morning newspaper, and walked into the inn.

At the counter, the shopkeeper Wang of the Wang Ji Inn was laughing with a few stewards and men.

“…… Yesterday, one of my relatives from the countryside went back to the city, walked around the city for a day, and came back to tell me, the road in the capital is easy to walk, horizontal and vertical, which is like our countryside, twisting and turning, going around, if you are not careful, you will get lost, and you can't complain that the emperor and the officials love this place......"

"Hehe......"

"Hehe......"

"Shopkeeper Wang, your morning newspaper!"

Huang Desheng happened to hear it, and he grinned twice, and then put the two morning newspapers on the counter.

"Hey, it's Brother Huang from the Morning News...... Hard work, what news is in the morning newspaper today? ”

"I haven't seen it myself......"

The shopkeeper didn't actually want the other party to answer, but just said that he was smooth, and while he spoke, he had already taken a copy of the morning newspaper, first roughly flipped through it, and then started from the front page and read it carefully.

One of the stewards also took another morning newspaper, sat down on a cedar chair at the counter, and began to read it.

At this time, several guests who were dining in the hall, as well as several guests who had just woken up and came down the stairs, all came to the counter, and one of them was a young man who looked like a businessman stretched out his hand, "Shopkeeper, don't look at yourself, give me a look, I have been living in your inn for a while, and if I don't look at this morning newspaper when I get up early, it seems to be empty." ”

When the shopkeeper saw this, he smiled and closed the morning newspaper and handed it to him, "Take it, take it, naturally you guests should be close first." ”

When the steward saw this, he also got up and handed the morning newspaper he had just begun to read to another guest.

"Two morning newspapers, still missing."

Shopkeeper Wang looked at the two guests who got the morning report and returned to their seats satisfied, and then looked at the remaining few guests who didn't get the morning report, shook his head, and said to Huang Desheng, "Brother Huang, go back and talk to your principal, send a few more morning newspapers, our Wang Ji Inn, there are hundreds of guests every day, only two morning newspapers, everyone takes turns to read, you have to see the evening, the news has become old news......"

"Shopkeeper Wang, you have said this many times, not only you, but also some other shopkeepers of newspaper delivery points...... Everyone's meaning, I also told our principal, but our principal can't, the morning newspaper is only 3,000 copies printed at the moment, and it is spread out, and each newspaper delivery point can only be like this, and there is a fixed number...... Therefore, I can't help the king's treasurer......"

"Can't we pay for it? Starting tomorrow, in addition to the two free newspapers, we will pay for three more, and you will talk to your principal. The shopkeeper said in a deep voice.

Order three newspapers, each newspaper is calculated according to three copper plates, which is only nearly three taels of silver a year, which is nothing for a big inn like Wang Ji Inn.

"Spend money to book?" Huang Desheng had never encountered this problem, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little excited, "Okay, shopkeeper Wang, I'll go back today, I'll ask us about the matter, and Ming'er will call you back." ”

……

Also in the southern city, a free distribution point for the morning newspaper.

In the misty sky, before the newsstand was set up, there were more than a dozen residents living nearby, men, women and children, waiting there.

"Second Aunt Li, are you here too?"

Everyone was a neighbor, greeting each other, and a young man looked at a woman in her thirties and asked with a smile.

"Our family loves to read the morning newspaper, and they can't get up early in the morning, so the slave family takes advantage of the moment to buy vegetables and comes to get the morning newspaper." The woman smiled in response.

"Hey, isn't this the second daughter of Chen Laosan's family, your family is blind, what are you doing here? Go, go, why don't you scoop soy milk for your grandma! If you go home late, you're going to be beaten! ”

A middle-aged man waved his hand and said to a yellow-haired girl.

This girl called Erya is only six or seven years old, in the early morning of this winter, she was so cold that she sniffed, glanced at the middle-aged man, and said timidly, "Uncle Wei, my brother is studying in a private school, and he can read." ”

"Tiger head, he just went to private school, can he read a few words, he can understand this morning report?" The middle-aged man said, smiling at the neighbors around him, "That kid in my family has learned that now...... Mencius, there is no word I don't know, I'm waiting here to get a report for him...... This kid loves to read this morning newspaper, especially the interesting page, he is simply fascinated! ”

For his ostentatious words, some neighbors flattered him, and some pouted.

"My brother also loves to watch the fun section...... I like to guess the riddles in it the most...... "Erya is still timid and authentic, helping his brother speak."

"Huh, your tiger-headed brother can also compare with our family's handsome children?" The middle-aged man obviously looked down on the Erya family, and even more down on Huzi, who had just entered a private school, with a pair of triangular eyes slanted, and spoke quite harshly.

"My brother, my brother ......" Although Er Ya was a little afraid of the Uncle Li in front of him, he still wanted to muster up the courage to defend his brother, but he didn't know what to say, and as soon as he said it twice, he stammered and stopped.

"Hey, the newspaper is here!"

At this time, a neighbor shouted, interrupting Uncle Wei and Erya's words.

As far as the neighbors looked, a carriage with the words "Yanjing Morning Post Distribution Department" embroidered on the curtain was driving in front.

Neighbors like Aunt Li, Uncle Wei, and Erya who just came to pick up the newspaper today naturally didn't know that this was a vehicle for the free distribution point, but the other neighbors had at least received a few returns, and they were very familiar with it.

The carriage came to a slow stop in front of everyone, and then the curtain was lifted, and a member of the circulation department came down, with a thick stack of morning newspapers under his arm.

Since the free distribution at a fixed location had lasted for two months, and there was a tacit understanding between the distributor and the residents who received the morning newspaper, the distributor arrived, and without saying a word, began to skillfully distribute the morning newspaper, and at this time some neighbors rushed over from the surrounding area, and the number reached more than 20 people.

The scene was crowded, everyone scrambled to be the first, and Erya, who was six or seven years old and only reached the waist of an adult, was completely squeezed out of the crowd, standing there anxiously and at a loss.

Soon, the twenty morning newspapers at the free distribution point here were distributed, and the neighbors who received the morning newspapers were elated, and those who did not receive them complained one after another.

Uncle Wei was tall, and he grabbed a morning newspaper without difficulty, rolled it in the palm of his hand at this time, and walked in front of Erya.

After a while, everyone dispersed, and the distribution staff also rubbed their cheeks, and walked to the carriage, to rush to the next free distribution point, Yanjing Morning News has three free distribution points in Nancheng, each point is far apart, he has to catch up with Chenzheng (eight o'clock in the morning), in these three points of free distribution.

He didn't notice that on the open ground next to him, a lonely little girl was sobbing sadly.

Just as he was about to get into the carriage, another carriage came from ahead, and he stared at it, and immediately stopped.

This is the vehicle they are in charge of.

The carriage stopped, and sure enough, it was Director Lin who got down from the car, he hurriedly walked over and called "Director Lin", Lin Yongfu nodded slightly, then turned to the carriage again, and lifted the curtain in front of him with his own hands, "President Jia, slow down." ”