In front of Zhang Yuanchong's eyes, there seemed to be that scene: in the autumn breeze, one by one high-ranking officials and dignitaries who had once dominated the court were arrested and taken out of prison in an instant, and the crimes hidden in their hearts were ruthlessly turned out by the Supervision Department, and under the conclusive evidence, they could only bow their heads and admit their guilt. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Then on the guillotine, with a wave of the warden's hand, the amulet fell.

The executioner's broadsword, the hand rose and fell, splashing a bloody stain. The blood was gushing and had not yet dried, and another group of officials sent it up. That scene was like Shura hell, even the people who hated them to the bone closed their eyes at this moment and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"Could it be that the Holy Lord really wants to kill more than 200 ministers, but they haven't violated the law of the country?"

Zhang Yuanchong stood in the study in a daze, thinking for a long time, only to find that he couldn't do anything. Knowing that Lu Chengqi was determined to implement the new policy, but if the ministers of the court and the central government moved out of the ancestral law to pressure each other, the little emperor would definitely rise up in prison when he was angry. At that time, the wind and rain are coming, Zhang Yuanchong has the heart to save people, but he is not an official, and he has no power, how to save it?

"By the way, I can use the newspaper!"

Zhang Yuanchong finally remembered that he was the editor-in-chief of the "Dashun Minbao", and it was his bounden duty to write articles calling on the scholars of the world to uphold the new policy. If the resistance of the scholars is reduced, then the ministers of the DPRK and China will have no confidence if they want to resist the new policy.

He hurriedly pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up the brush and wrote straight. In just a few moments, a short but powerful article is complete. Zhang Yuanchong looked at the words he had written, and suddenly found that his writing had degraded a lot: "If you go to the tribute test at this moment, I'm afraid you won't even be able to enter the palace test, right?" ”

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he picked up the rice paper that had not dried and walked out of the study. "Editor-in-Chief Zhang, why did you come out, that son has already left." Hearing this, everyone in the newspaper put down their work and stared at Zhang Yuanchong.

"Saying so much, that boy is here for tomorrow's newspaper. All the corrections came to me, and the article was printed in the headlines; This one is printed under it, understand? Zhang Yuanchong commanded in an unquestionable tone.

But these corrections, where are they easy to fool. After a cursory glance at the article, he refuted: "Editor-in-chief, this article is too straightforward, not as good as the one you wrote, how can it be in the headlines?" ”

Zhang Yuanchong said angrily: "Just you have a lot of mouths!" ”

The upright correction was not convinced, and continued to argue: "Editor-in-Chief Zhang, although my position is low, I have a sincere heart for Dashunmin Newspaper!" Such an article, put on the headlines, isn't this smashing the signboard of "Dashun Minbao"! ”

Zhang Yuanchong said angrily: "As the editor-in-chief, I have no opinion, what kind of mouth do you have!" Before you came, there was such an article in the "Dashun Minbao", and I didn't see anything on the signboard. Go and do your errands, don't miss tomorrow's newspaper. If you can't finish it, you have to finish it tonight! ”

"But I really can't stand this kind of article!" The upright correction still refuses to compromise.

Zhang Yuanchong said angrily: "Okay, you are a manjushri, don't think I don't know what you're thinking." That's right, just look at the handwriting to know that I didn't write this article, even if it's signed in my name. But do you know who that boy is? He is your food and clothing parents, and he is the owner of Dashun Minbao House! ”

Manjushri has an upright temperament, and before he can say, "Even if it's the owner", he pulled his colleagues back. Who in the world doesn't know now that the owner of the Dashun Minbao is the property of the royal family? Whose property does the royal family own? Naturally, when today's son, Lu Chengqi has it. In this way, the identity of the temperamental son-in-law was revealed, but Manjushri still didn't find out.

It wasn't until his colleague pulled him that he wanted to fight again, that another proofreader whispered in his ear, "Do you want to slander the saint?" ”

Hearing this, Manjushri was stunned. He's not a fool, he's just simple-minded after he gets stunned. On the surface, Da Shunmin Newspaper is Zhang Yuanchong's words, but the real owner is today, how can Wenjusri not know? Thinking that he had actually slandered the current saint just now, the cold sweat on his head began to seep out. But he still thinks that he is right, Lu Chengqi's article is really not very good, and there is no half of it.

"Is that the level of today?" Manjushri still had doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to say more.

"Well, now that you know it, don't say it. Let's go and print it, the owner is very important to this headline. Zhang Yuanchong said lightly.

Why does the Holy One attach so much importance to this headline today? Everyone in the newspaper knows that the little emperor is not just to implement the new policy smoothly! To put it bluntly, they actually know the benefits of the ten-grade official system, but they just can't let go of the yearning for the imperial examination in their hearts. All of them are qualified for the imperial examination, if the next time they open the department, they can be ranked in the top three on the gold list? No wonder they're so obstructive.

Just thinking about it, it seems that this ten-grade official system is the gospel of scholars. Not only are there many scholars, but they are also increasing. If it opens again in the autumn next year, maybe they will become officials. In the past, I waited for a real shortage, and if I was ranked low, I didn't know how many years I would have to wait. Now you only need to pass the examination and go to the ministry to report, and you can go to the local government to take up your post. Even if you don't pass the exam, you can also go to the ministry to participate in the "interview", and if you pass, you can also become these ten officials. Although he was not promoted like a ten-rank official who was awarded a jinshi, reading Zhang Yuanchong's article analysis, if he was "familiar with government affairs, knew the suffering of the people, and could produce his talents in the article", wouldn't he be more sure of the scientific examination in the coming year? Even if you don't win, you can be regarded as an official, and you can finally comfort your ancestors. Just imagine, in the more than 100 years since the establishment of this dynasty, there have been only more than 40 imperial examinations, and there are only more than 2,000 people in the middle of the scholars. It's better to start with hard work, maybe it can still run from time to time!

After figuring out this layer, these talents are also relieved, and after lowering their goals, they seem to be motivated, striving to finish the work at hand, and read at night. In this way, you can make a time difference and take a step ahead of the rest of Dashun's talents, so that you must be more sure of the test. I don't dare to think about the palace exam, I should always be able to pass the tribute exam, right?

In the Dashun People's Newspaper Building, everyone has their own thoughts, and the efficiency of work has increased dramatically. In less than half an hour, before the sun set, the model had been sorted out. Immediately sent fast horses, all the way out of Chang'an City, rushed to the suburbs of the printing workshop, and began to print overnight...... (To be continued.) )