In the backyard of the newspaper building, the craftsmen began to get busy, and the typography was ready-made, but this was movable type printing, and before it could be printed, it had to be typeset, and then brushed with ink and ready for paper.

Deng Wen had already started proofreading, picked out more than a dozen articles and stories, and handed them to the foreman, who began to typeset, which was very time-consuming, and could not be completed in three or four hours. Fortunately, the craftsmen are all skilled hands invited at a high price, and they are also in good order, and Liu Chengfeng only needs to sit on the side and drink tea.

After a while, Zhu Houzhao came, when Liu Chengfeng took Wang Shu's article, carefully studied it for a moment, and couldn't help patting the big tui, and said: "What a good writing, I'm going to make a fortune." ”

Liu Chengfeng dusted off the article on his hand, called Deng Wen, and handed it to Deng Wendao: "The front page is printed here, don't change a word, the signature is the Ministry of Shangshu, the prince Taibao Wang Shu Wang Lord." ”

Deng Wen glanced at this article, his face was a little not good-looking, he was a student of Cheng Zhuxue, and he was very interested in Wang Shu's article, but he was a businessman after all, and he knew the truth of business in business, so he answered, and went to order someone to proofread.

"Master, when will our newspaper be printed?" Zhu Houzhao asked energetically.

Liu Chengfeng said: "The first edition can be published tomorrow, first print 200 copies to test the water, let's not rush first, if it sells well, we will print it again." ”

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but say worriedly: "Master, can you earn money by printing such a little piece of paper?" ”

Liu Chengfeng said: "I will definitely be able to earn, not only can I earn, but I can also make a lot of money, if His Highness has no money in the future, he will eat the dividends of this newspaper." ”

Listening to Liu Chengfeng's words, Zhu Houzhao smiled, although he is the prince, but the silver every month is fixed, and it is okay to change it to other princes, the silver allocated by the inner library is always enough to spend, but Zhu Houzhao is a person who spends silver like flowing water, when he has no money, he can only ask his mother, once or twice, he is always a little embarrassed, he has always thought that he is a man's husband, where in the world is there a man's husband and ask for the queen mother?

If the newspaper can really make money, this is equivalent to giving Zhu Houzhao a steady stream of money bags, and he will never have to worry about these things in the future.

Liu Chengfeng is also laughing in his heart, Zhu Houzhao is a person, he already has a little understanding, this person has a strange temper, he can't do this Zhan Shifu horse washing alone with the so-called Wang Baquan of the empty xué wind, sooner or later there will be a day when he will be recognized, if you want to win over this prince, you must have common interests with him, if the newspaper is opened, as long as His Royal Highness the prince is still short of silver, he has to rely on him Liu Chengfeng.

Moreover, the newspaper is a taboo thing after all, and without a strong backstage backing, it is not easy to do this business.

After waiting for a while, the first Xueerdi newspaper was finally printed, Deng Wen personally took it to Liu Chengfeng to see, Liu Chengfeng saw the text printed by ink, and couldn't help but feel a little moved, this business is important to himself, he read word by word from the front page, and continued to see the last page, although the newspaper of this era is far from the newspaper of later generations, and there are many unclear places in the ink, but this newspaper has a milestone significance, so that in printing and paper, it is much better than other books on the market.

Deng Wen glanced at Liu Chengfeng and said to Liu Chengfeng: "Owner, how much is a newspaper going to price?" ”

Liu Chengfeng has already calculated in his heart, now this newspaper is not supplied to ordinary people, and the real purchase is mostly for readers, to put it mildly, it is a luxury, just like the books of this era, the price naturally cannot be low, Liu Chengfeng thought about it and said: "Fifty Wen, it can't be low!" ”

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Early in the morning, the Qingyun Tea Shop in the Temple of Literature was already full of friends, different from those ordinary people, although the sky was bright at this time, ordinary people got up earlier and began to run for their livelihood; But for the regulars here, this Qingyun teahouse leans on the Confucian Temple on one side, and is adjacent to the yamen communities not far away, Guozijian is only two pillars of incense from here, it is the most elegant place, many scholars will always come here to sit when they have nothing to do, and they don't have to deliberately invite friends.

The tea doctors here are also all eight-sided small people, knowing that those who can come here are noble talents, Qing customers, although they will not spend a lot of money, but the identity is different, how much are a little arrogant, tea doctors see a guest, they will smile and carry the teapot over, just smile quietly, and will not Lu out of the smile of the merchant, just ask what pastries you want, and wait for the guests to order the pastries, and then calmly go.

For scholars, Dr. Tea has his own methods, the more sycophants he is, the more he is despised by them, and he is not humble or silent, although he is also ignored by them, it will not lead to people's disgust.

Compared with other downtown here, it is much quieter, even the tea guests sitting here, they try not to make a sound, talk in a low voice, and wait until the bells and drums of the Temple of Literature come out, at this time it has passed the hour, and the tea guests have begun to increase, especially in the elegant seat on the second floor, one by one the tea guests silently fish in, and then swept their eyes, found a few familiar friends, and then walked over, signaled to each other, and then found a chair to sit.

However, this tea shop is not so quiet all the time, a tea kung fu passed, from the stairwell came up a white fan, wearing a thin old man, almost all the tea customers were attracted by this person's gaze, and then, a person stood up, one after another waved at this person, and said noisily: "Mr. Matsuyama is so interested, do you come to drink tea today?" ”

"Mr. is not talking about Xuan in the Qing Pavilion in Inner East City, how can there be such a place today."

"Hello sir, the student is polite."

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These people are gossiping, all smiling, it can be seen that they admire this person called Mr. Matsuyama, this is called Mr. Matsuyama just nodded to their jaws, pressed his hand to signal everyone to be casual, and then swept his eyes in the tea room, found an empty place to sit down, and several tea guests sitting next to him immediately showed a flattered look, one went to pour him tea, and the other whispered greetings.

Mr. Matsuyama just closed his eyes, talked with a match, and took a sip of tea before he became full of interest and said, "This tea is good." After that, he smacked his lips and began to talk about poetry with the guests around him.

His witty words were like beads, and every time he impressed the tea customers around him, he looked at the tea customers in the distance, and they refused to talk to each other anymore, and listened to Mr. Matsuyama's words with their ears pricked up.

At this time, there was a child who came up, and at this time in the past, there would be some begging and singing people coming up to ask for a few copper plates, and the most unusual thing was that the owner of the tea shop did not drive away, and the tea customers were already accustomed to it, and they were calm. In reality, this is also one of the means for the host here to attract guests, so that some people who are not too dirty go up to beg, and also give these noble tea customers the opportunity to reward a few pennies to make people impressed.

The boy was no more than eleven or twelve years old, and his body was fairly clean, and his dark eyes swirled around the crowd, with a kind of cleverness that was well versed in the world. However, the young man did not beg, he was wearing a big bag on his body, and after coughing, the young man opened his throat and said: "The freshly baked Xueerdi newspaper, Dr. Qin personally wrote the article, and there are also articles by the students of Guozijian, fifty wen a copy, please buy it quickly." ”

The young man's shout attracted everyone's attention, and many people couldn't help frowning, and even Mr. Namatsuyama closed his mouth and glanced at the young man lightly.

Di Bao this thing, everyone knows, there are many people who have seen it, are the latest imperial court edicts and official rewards, punishment news, sometimes there are some admonitions from the Ministry of Rites, but what is the Di Bao after learning, everyone is confused, not to mention fifty Wen a copy, this is a bit outrageous, after all, the value of fifty Wen is not low, that is, pork can also buy seven or eight catties, just such a small piece of paper, the same thing as Di Bao, can also be sold at such a high price?

However, when the young man mentioned Guozijian, some people were moved, Guozijian is the supreme university of the Ming Dynasty, and there are many Confucians in it, such as Dr. Qin, who is also one of the great Confucians in the name of the capital, and some people abandon the article, but for these readers, in this era of poor news, if you can see some good articles of Confucianism, it is very rewarding.

It's just that...... Fifty wen is still too expensive, most people look indifferent, saying that they are not interested, but some people are beginning to hesitate, what to choose in their hearts.

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