People are inert, and when they psychologically hint that they want to rest, the whole body and mind are inexplicably tired, especially in the things they don't want to do, and they can't lift their spirits.

At this time, Lu Hanqiang took this Huang's only manuscript and tried his best to pretend to read it seriously, but in his psychology it was a perfunctory mentality, flipping through it casually, and then sending people away.

However, when he saw the first one, Lu Hanqiang couldn't help but be stunned, "News, this is an absolute news report." Although this is an outdated news, outdated news is also news in this era, which should indeed surprise Lu Hanqiang, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at this Huang Weiwei in confusion, which made him very suspicious, is he the same as himself, an unintentional traverser, seeing the success of his tabloid and rushing to submit?

However, the next answer, especially after seeing the next few manuscripts, made Lu Hanqiang very disappointed, this Huang only wrote what he saw and felt these days in accordance with the popular method of Zaji, and prepared to sort out a collection of travelogues like Xu Xiake, and did not have the idea and concept of wanting to submit manuscripts to earn manuscript fees.

But this suddenly reminded Lu Hanqiang, opened a new way of thinking, and also showed him a crisis.

His two tabloids are now thriving, but this is entirely based on the serialization of his "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", these two books are only more than 200 chapters, even according to the consistent principle of irrigation and irrigation, they are only published for two years, if once their novels are serialized, what do they rely on to survive? At that time, who will go to our family's old snacks.

But this Huang Weiwei reminded himself all of a sudden, reminding him of the absolutely indispensable element of the development of newspapers in later generations - news, sending out the news, and transforming his own tabloid in the back house into a publication in the front house, especially while the royal preview expanded the circulation, it can also more or less convey the people's suffering, and it can also be regarded as doing something practical for the people. In this way, he not only opened up a precedent in this era, but also found a way for a group of literati like Huang Weiyi.

Looking at Huang's only earnest gaze, Lu Hanqiang suddenly thought that the news is a good thing, but this is the Ming Dynasty, not the Great Song Dynasty who roared at the emperor's innocence in front of him, now, although there is no word prison, but anyone who is considered by the eunuch party to slander the court and slander the eunuch party will be killed by the house, if it is really a bad one, which kid uses his newspaper to slander them, then he will not be affected? And it is the most tragic of all, at this time, there are no human rights, let alone freedom of speech. You must know that now the editorial office of your tabloid is still sitting at the head of a West Factory, staring at your mistakes with wide eyes at any time.

"What to do? What to do? How to balance this becomes a difficult problem. Lu Hanqiang began to pace, pacing anxiously in the room, no longer having the tranquil and leisurely feeling just now.

"What's wrong, sir?" After Huang Weiwei saw Lu Hanqiang look at his things, he became anxious, and he was worried at that time, and couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, it's not-" Yes, Lu Hanqiang suddenly thought of the compilation that had become a habit in later generations - the editorial department's manuscript review organization. Why don't you set up an editorial department, and then set up a multi-person review organization above them, and strictly select those manuscripts that are only about entertainment and absolutely not about politics for publication? In this way, we will do our best to avoid touching the upper nerves. In particular, if one accidentally irritates some people, then throw those reviewers as scapegoats, and at least you can get everything right. At this time, I didn't forget to think gloomily.

So, Lu Hanqiang carefully selected a few old "news" and then took them out and said with a smile: "I like Mr. masterpiece very much, I want to discuss with Mr. Can I publish these manuscripts on the royal preview that I will publish tomorrow?" ”

It is the dream of all scholars to write a book and say that their own things can be printed on more than 200,000 copies, so that the literati and writers in the capital can see their things, and Huang Weiyi, who was excited, trembled all over.

Looking at Huang Weiyi, who didn't know what to say, Lu Hanqiang waved his hand to stop him and said, "Is this moistening pen, how about just following each word and one article?" ”

Sending away Huang Weiwei, who was carrying a heavy copper coin, Lu Hanqiang hurriedly changed his clothes, said goodbye to his mother, took his manuscript, rushed to the teahouse, and discussed with the shopkeeper Zhang and the two printing company bosses about publishing the news.

Before Lu Hanqiang got dressed and went out to find the three of them, the three of them had already come to visit together.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, the three of them were like lucky cats, holding their fists tightly and bowing, and the New Year's greetings in their mouths were endless, listening to joy, but looking at the faces of the three people, they were no different from bitter gourds.

After the old lady wrapped the red envelope and sent it, she also knew that these three people had nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, and there must be a reason for coming at this time, so she took her children and the moon slave back to the room, leaving only the younger brother and Chen Liang to accompany Lu Hanqiang and the three of them to talk in the hall.

Seeing that the old lady was gone, everyone sat down, Lu Hanqiang leaned out and asked with a smile: "The three of them didn't accompany their families for the New Year, so they hurried over, but what was the matter?" At this time, there are no outsiders, and everyone will refer to it in detail. ”

At this question, the three of them glanced at each other, then stood up together and bowed to Lu Hanqiang, and lamented loudly: "Sir, help." ”

was startled by this sound, where did this start? And help, how big of a deal does that have to be? Could it be that he is so low-key or has he been found by Jinyi? Now the West Factory is very talkative.

So, it was no longer easy, and he quickly stood up and said with a serious face: "The three of them are closely related to me Lu Hanqiang, and they are both prosperous and lossy, if there is anything that needs me, and make it clear, I will go all out and never push the pond." ”

Seeing Lu Hanqiang like this, the three of them bowed down again to salute, and the shopkeeper Zhang spoke first: "Sir, please go to the teahouse again to tell stories in your busy schedule, otherwise, our teahouse will be demolished." ”

Lu Hanqiang was very puzzled, why? At this time, there will be forced demolition? Could it be that he crossed by himself and brought the city management with him? How do you say that? It's just that Xiao Nian rested for three days according to the rules, why did he contact the teahouse to be demolished?

"Sir." The shopkeeper's bitter face explained: "Mr. tells stories every day, there are already fixed book fans, they can't live if they don't listen to your book every day, although it is a small year, but for those idlers, once your small year passes, they will be gone, so, just this morning, hundreds of people blocked my teahouse, I have to continue to listen to books, otherwise I will demolish my kennel." "When I said this, it was really bitter.

Lu Hanqiang had a deep feeling of sympathy at this time, in his previous life, in order to listen to Chen Qingyuan's commentary, he gave up everything every day, and he once delayed his work because of this hobby, and sometimes he didn't think about tea and dinner.

"That's not right." Lu Hanqiang suddenly felt that something was wrong, the reason was that although those idlers were arrogant, wouldn't the backstage of this teahouse be even more arrogant? Why is it that you are about to be forcibly demolished, and you can only beg yourself?

"Brother Zhang, can't Lord Yin of that mansion still shake these idlers?"

"My husband, what kind of official is Sanpin Mansion Yin at the feet of this Son of Heaven? Even the Wang Ba under the Jinshui Bridge is above the third grade, who does he dare to offend? Behind a son-in-law, I can't say what kind of descendant of the prince is, the heart and liver of the first assistant, and it is more likely which uncle of the country, take a look. As he spoke, he spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "If I give you a nine-thousand-year-old godgrandson again, then where can our proprietor afford to offend?" Just this morning, I also saw that the form was not good, so I ran to the proprietor to report the urgency as soon as possible, and the answer I got was - I don't dare to care about this matter, anyway, my teahouse can't be demolished. ”

Lu Hanqiang really understands that sentence, if you don't go to Beijing, you don't know the official school, and you don't know the connotation of the famous saying that you don't know how much money is in Shenzhen.

"Is there anything going on with Shopkeeper Li?" Li Hanqiang turned his face and asked the two shopkeepers of the printing office who were anxiously rubbing their hands and stomping their feet on the side.

"Sir, help."

Yes, another one asked for his own life, but with the bottom of the bowl of wine from the shopkeeper, Lu Hanqiang already had immunity, and shook his hand with a smile: "Where is the matter as urgent as the shopkeeper?" Something to the ground, or say, let's discuss it. ”

"Sir, I'm really dying, please save me." The shopkeeper was not only smiling bitterly, but he was almost in tears, and kept bowing to Li Hanqiang.

"What the hell is going on, you said, we have a way to solve it."

The shopkeeper seemed to think of his own situation, and couldn't help but feel excited again, and then said with palpitations: "Just yesterday, our small newspaper announced that it was going to be suspended for three days in accordance with the rules, and the matter came out. ”

Lu Hanqiang relaxed and said with a smile: "This is much better than the teahouse, no one wants to demolish your workshop, this is good, very good." ”

"It's so good." Listening to Lu Hanqiang's disapproving tone, the shopkeeper at that time was in a hurry: "Now, the outside of my printing office is even worse than the shopkeeper's teahouse." ”

"What does that mean?" No one is clamoring for demolition, and you're still not satisfied?

"Sir, outside the teahouse is a group of idlers, after all, it's easy to deal with, but outside my door, there is a group of nearly 100 mothers-in-law and maids, one by one, they don't listen to your justification at all, that scene is really it." When he said this, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat that was gurgling down again: "That's not beating, scolding, just a sentence, the daughter of a certain member of her family, Mr. Wu's "Dream of Red Mansions" tea and dinner, the uncle and county lord don't want to have tea and dinner without "Dream of Red Mansions", and there is even an old granddaughter who has compared herself with Daiyu, and she is about to fall ill with depression when she sees it. Looking at the stunned Lu Hanqiang, the shopkeeper whispered with a pale face: "It is said that the baby daughter of the Zhang family, that is, the current sister of Queen Zhang, the county lord of Pingyang, has become ill and blind. The national abbot has already sent a message, if there is no newspaper sent by Baoyu to visit relatives tonight, the county lord has three long and two short, his old man will play the mother, cure us a demon to confuse the public, seduce the good family, and will be all over the house, you say this is going to die, what do you say I should do? ”

Lu Hanqiang was no longer dumbfounded, but his little face was pale, and his whole body trembled like autumn leaves. This is worse than forced demolition, this is really fatal.

Looking at the two shopkeepers in front of him with anxious faces, Lu Hanqiang suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly: "Then what are you doing here, why don't you hurry up and go to the newspaper, I said you write and then print?" ”

This is really a small New Year, the biggest life, and a small life matters.