In the early morning, the children happily walked into the carriage. A team of carriages galloped towards the city of Luoyang. Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, it ripples.

The carriage stopped as it entered the city, and a child ran in all directions with a newspaper in hand. On countless streets, a child appeared. The crisp children's voices add a bit of color to Luoyang in the morning.

"Sparrow Daily, opens today. No more, no less, five cents a piece".

"Extra, extra: on how to make the country rich".

"Today's Serialized Novel Journey to the West".

"On the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, the main writer is Jinshi of Jinshi, Sima Zhao ......".

Coming and going, some people can't help but buy a copy. A celebrity began to discuss, and then more people began to buy. The newspapers in the children's hands were sold out almost instantly.

"Students have only heard of the official newspaper, one gold for one. Non-wealthy families, high-ranking officials and dignitaries cannot buy it. But why is there such a sparrow daily newspaper today, and it is so cheap."

"One copy of five texts, look at this paper, how much more than five texts."

"Brother, look at these words. The size is the same, and all of them are clearly visible."

"On how to enrich the country, isn't this the topic of this year's imperial examination?"

"Wonderful, wonderful. Sima Zhao is worthy of being a Jinshi, looking at Youzhou from such an angle, why didn't he expect it when he was taking the imperial examination."

"On the contrary, I feel that this novel has some meaning......."

In the household department, Sima Zhao was still freshening up, and a person ran in: "Brother Sima is very happy, you are now a man of the year in Luoyang."

"Brother Zhao is so happy". Sima Zhao looked at Zhao Xin puzzled.

Zhao Xin handed the newspaper in his hand to Sima Zhao without explanation: "You read it yourself."

"Sparrow Newspaper? Who opened it" Sima Zhao looked at the contents of the newspaper and was puzzled, as if he didn't tell his answer to the policy theory everywhere, but how did the newspaper know.

"You wait a minute" Zhao Xin was puzzled and looked outside. ran out to inquire, and after a while, ran back: "It is said that the owner of this newspaper is called Jia Fu. Yesterday, the Ministry of Rites issued an official document approving Jia Fu to establish a newspaper."

"No wonder ......" Sima Zhao heard Jia Fu's name and instantly figured out the joints.

In the East Palace, Yang Yong held a newspaper in his hand and ran inside happily: "Your Highness, take a look, what is this."

"Where did you get it?" Chai Yu took the newspaper in Yang Yong's hand, and looked at it carefully for a while, his eyes full of doubts.

Yang Yong looked at Chai Yu puzzled, and hurriedly explained: "Just now outside the East Palace, I saw a child selling this thing. Passers-by stopped, so I bought one."

"How much does this thing cost, is it only outside the East Palace, or in the whole of Luoyang." Chai Yu's series of questions caught Yang Yong off guard.

Yang Yong scratched his head and thought for a moment: "I only know the price of five wen a piece, and I don't know anything else."

"Someone," Chai Yu shouted outside the door.

Two armor soldiers walked in: "What does Your Highness command?"

"Quickly send someone to inquire who distributed this newspaper, and whether the distribution scope is only outside the East Palace, or in the whole of Luoyang." Chai Yu was in a hurry and hurriedly ordered.

The two soldiers received the order and came back after a short time to report: "Yesterday, the Ministry of Rites issued an official document approving a newspaper run by a person named Jia Fu. At this time, in Luoyang City, the sound of heated discussions is endless."

"Jafoy?" Yang Yong was overjoyed when he heard this name: "Jia Fu is so big."

"It's a pity that Sima Zhao took the lead." When Chai Yu heard that Jia Fu did it, he was relieved. During this time, the East Palace is quite a bit, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

The old man of the Prime Minister's Mansion was ready to freshen up and enter the palace to discuss some things. A housekeeper hurriedly ran over: "Xiangye, just now in Luoyang City, a strange thing happened."

"Tell me something." The prime minister continued to wear court clothes and gave orders at will.

The housekeeper respectfully took out a newspaper and handed it to the prime minister: "Xiangye's newspaper is only five cents a piece, and the villain has never heard of it, and he can't figure it out."

"Five texts in one copy? It's kind of interesting......" The prime minister looked at the newspaper in his hand thoughtfully.

In the palace, the eunuch Cao Gao stood respectfully beside the emperor: "Official, just now the old slave received news that the pot has exploded in Luoyang City at this time."

"What's the matter, let me hear it." The emperor was taking a walk and heard about what was happening in the city of Luoyang. I asked casually, and the tone was careless.

Cao Gao didn't dare to slack off, and replied respectfully: "The official family still remembers what happened yesterday when Li Miao entered the palace to ask for a performance."

"Yesterday? But what he said about running a newspaper. It is not easy to maintain an official report to the imperial court. If the people want to do it, let them do it." The emperor thought of the price of the official report, and felt that this matter was absolutely impossible, so why not give it to him.

Cao Gao looked at the emperor's indifferent appearance and didn't dare to slack off. If he doesn't make this matter clear, he is afraid that there will be no good days in the future: "But just now, someone reported it." Countless children in Luoyang sold newspapers for only five cents a piece."

"Wuwen?". The emperor was puzzled and glanced at Cao Gao. Cao Gao understood and hurriedly handed the newspaper in his hand to the emperor. The emperor opened the newspaper and read them one by one: "Yes, wizard. I didn't expect that there would be such a genius among the people. That's it, that's the end of it."

A motorized carriage carried the children to the Shrine, and the carriage galloped like outside the city. No one could have imagined that in just one hour, these children stirred up countless storms.

In the restaurant, Liu Sheng and Jia Fu sat upstairs, leaning against the window. Looking at the back of the carriage in the distance, Jia Fu asked suspiciously: "Brother Sheng, why do you have to, these children sell newspapers."

"Because they are orphans, fatherless and motherless. Every time you sell a newspaper, you send half and save half. When they grow up, they can also get a sum of money when they leave the charity. Whether it's starting a family or starting a business, these can solve a momentary emergency." Liu Sheng looked at Jia Fu and said what he was thinking.

Jia Fu admired and looked downstairs. Regarding the newspaper, there were endless discussions: "Brother Sheng, you are really well-intentioned for these children. Yesterday you were right, the children sell newspapers, and the results are surprisingly good."

"Well-intentioned? Maybe. If tomorrow, published in the newspaper, a message calling for contributions. Let these people express their opinions on it, and as long as they say it well, the newspaper will publish it. Anything published will be given a manuscript fee, what do you think will happen?" Liu Sheng said what he thought in his heart. This scene, in fact, he has been looking forward to for a long time.

Jia Fu looked at the group of people fighting for various opinions outside the restaurant, and laughed: "Brother Sheng, if you look at the group of people downstairs, you will know what will happen." I feel that not only will they not ask for a fee to publish their own articles, but they will also be eager to give us money."

"Maybe, do you want to. Slaughter, big merchants in the West Market". Liu Sheng looked at the scene downstairs and laughed.

When Jia Fu heard that he could take revenge, he gradually became excited: "I want to dream about it, but how to slaughter, they are not stupid."

"You leave a place in the newspaper tomorrow and publish a message. Let's just say that these places sell advertisements, and anyone who is interested can talk to the newspaper office in detail. I promise they'll slaughter you willingly." Liu Sheng slowly said the plan of revenge.

Jia Fu was overjoyed, he could finally settle the account with them: "Okay, I'll do it tomorrow." Look at them, what do you say?"