"It's been sold!"

"Ten cents a piece!"

A novel cry sounded in the streets of Daxing City, attracting Dr. Wang's footsteps, and Dr. Wang looked at the source of the sound in surprise, only to see that a stall in front of him was crowded with people.

"Cut! Joke! Dr. Wang smiled disdainfully.

What is Di Bao, how could he not know that it is a new thing that only appeared after the engraving printing technology came out, and it specially published the confidential news of state affairs.

But those newspapers are specially for officials to read, how can they be casually sold on the street, this peddler shouts indiscriminately, and is not afraid of being arrested and imprisoned by the government?

Dr. Wang was unimpressed and continued to move on.

Suddenly, an emaciated middle-aged man, dressed in a Confucian shirt and acting in a hurry, ran past Dr. Wang, and if Dr. Wang hadn't dodged, they would have collided.

"What a person!" Dr. Wang said angrily. However, seeing that this middle-aged man was taller than him, Dr. Wang wisely lowered his voice.

Dr. Wang stared angrily at the middle-aged man's back, but saw him rushing into the crowd in a hurry, shouting, "Bring me a newspaper?" ”

"What's going on?" Dr. Wang hesitated to stop, only to see the middle-aged man quickly come out of it, and the yellowish paper in his hand was densely covered with handwriting.

"Not really, right?" Dr. Wang was skeptical.

Dr. Wang quietly leaned over to find out.

"What for?" The emaciated middle-aged man stared at Dr. Wang with a sharp look in his eyes. Like a thief.

"Is this the real Di Bao?" Dr. Wang rubbed his hands together and asked awkwardly.

"Of course, this is issued by the Ministry of Industry, and it is all confidential and important?" The emaciated middle-aged man said proudly.

"Then I'm ......"

Before Dr. Wang could finish speaking, the emaciated middle-aged man directly interrupted him.

"No! I want to see you buy it yourself! Ten cents a copy" The thin middle-aged man said proudly, proudly folded the newspaper in his hand, and glanced at Dr. Wang with contempt.

"Isn't it ten cents? Who can't afford it! Dr. Wang said indignantly.

At the moment when the emaciated middle-aged man folded the newspaper, Dr. Wang's keen eyes had already seen a huge bold font on it.

"The emperor ascends the throne!"

"Is it the real Di Bao?" Dr. Wang was shocked.

If it was really Di Bao, then how could he let it go, and immediately rushed into the crowd.

"Bring me a newspaper!" Dr. Wang's emaciated body struggled to squeeze through the crowd in front of him and rushed to the stall owner.

"Ten cents a piece!"

The stall owner said with a smile.

Ten cents is not a lot of money. But it's already a lot, ten cents for a four-wheeled bus is enough to go around Daxing City three times, and an ordinary meal for one person is almost ten cents.

But Dr. Wang did not hesitate to take out ten articles and take the newspaper.

Squeeze out the crowd. Dr. Wang found a humble teahouse next to it. I couldn't wait to look at the newspaper in my hand.

"The king ascended the throne as emperor. Era number III! Officials from three provinces and six ministries were appointed, and Gu Yi was in charge of Shangshu Ling......"

"The emperor ascended the throne and gave a public speech: on the protracted war!"

"King Yue ascended the throne as emperor in Luoyang. The name of the year is Huangtai! His Majesty the Third Emperor once said that this would not affect the cooperation between Daxingcheng and Luoyang. ”

"Ma Yi was broken by Li Shimin, Liu Wuzhou was destroyed, Taiyuan Taiyuan's strength skyrocketed, and it may pose a threat to Guanzhong again in the future!"

………………

The big headlines shocked Dr. Wang's heart.

The appointment of officials of the six ministries, the speech made by the emperor when he ascended the throne, and even the situation in the world, all major events that were originally regarded as state secrets in the eyes of ordinary people are now unreservedly displayed in front of ordinary people.

Dr. Wang's adrenal hormones soared sharply, and he looked at other people secretly from time to time, and saw that more and more people were also holding the newspaper, so he was relieved to read it.

The newspaper is a four-sided paper, a total of four sides, Dr. Wang looked at it seriously, and he would not let go of every word.

The first page talks about the appointment of officials from the three provinces and six ministries of Daxingcheng, and seeing the names of high-ranking officials appear in front of him, Dr. Wang feels very comfortable in his heart, and this feeling is really good.

Suddenly, Dr. Wang's eyes froze, and a huge headline: "On Protracted War!" ”

"I can tell you clearly, tell the people of the world, this war, Daxing City will win, Daxing City will definitely be able to pacify the world, but this war is destined to be a long-term and difficult war, but the final victory must belong to our Daxing City!"

"From the hearts of the people, Daxingcheng is the ...... of the righteous teacher,"

"In terms of strength, Daxingcheng sits on Guanzhong Bashu, rich in products ......"

"Good! Win the day! Dr. Wang read it with pleasure and admiration.

Such scenes abound in the counties of Guanzhong, and piles of people gathered around the streets, listening to the people with newspapers read aloud, not bursting into applause, this time the newspapers were written in the vernacular, and as long as the people who read the newspapers read aloud, even the illiterate people could understand them.

Seeing this, the restaurant teahouse immediately bought the newspaper and invited Dr. Tea to read the newspaper in the restaurant.

In the yamen, the officials read the newspaper, and their confidence suddenly increased, and they suddenly felt that it was too correct to attach themselves to Daxing City and follow His Royal Highness the Acting King.

In the army, the soldiers listened to the fire in their hearts one by one, and they were eager to rush to the battlefield immediately to exterminate all those anti-thieves.

In the deep boudoir compound, Song Qilan and Yin Mo'er were in their respective boudoirs, holding the newspaper in their hands, their eyes were flooded with peach blossoms, and their admiration for Yang Yu soared sharply.

………………

In the Temple of Heaven,

"Yao Shixue has worked hard!" Yang Yu looked at Yao Silian with the newspaper and praised.

In fact, this newspaper is from the hands of Yao Silian, after Yang Yu ascended the throne, of course, he wanted to reward the ministers, Yao Silian has always been loyal to him, and of course he will not be treated badly.

It just so happened that Yang Yu wanted to control the big killer of public opinion, and he lacked a confidant, so he appointed Yao Silian to run this newspaper.

Looking at the content carefully, smelling the familiar scent of ink, a strong nostalgic plot came to mind, although this time the newspaper only has a four-page paper, which is not as thick as the thick stack of later generations, but it has already met Yang Yu's requirements.

"His Royal Highness the Acting King has tormented the micro-ministers, and the micro-ministers really don't dare to take credit." Yao Silian said ashamedly.

In fact, although the content on this was written by him, the shocking title on it was changed by Yang Yu himself when he asked Yang Yu, and if Yao Silian himself killed him, he would not dare to write it like this.

"Your Majesty, this report is good, but this vernacular text throughout may damage the image of the government!" The Ministry of Rites Shangshu Kangdong and covertly put forward his own point of view.

As soon as this remark came out, it was immediately recognized by many officials, and all the previous Di newspapers were written in Chinese, and these high-ranking officials read them with relish, but today's Di Bao they felt strange to read and were very uncomfortable.

In the eyes of officials and scholars, the vernacular is those mud-legged words, and they are also the ones who shake their heads every day, and they are superior.

"I like to watch it!" Yang Yu didn't bother to explain, and said lightly.

These newspapers are addressed to all the people, and if they are full of literary texts, will anyone listen to them? If it can't be promoted, then what's the point of him bothering to run a newspaper to distribute in various counties, and how can he control the killer weapon of public opinion.

"Ugh!" The ministers choked.

At this time, they remembered that it seemed that the emperor's literary literature was not very good, and when he wrote the edict, it was also mixed with white and white, and after he ascended the throne, it was even more excessive, and he directly wrote vernacular Chinese.

The ministers had the heart to persuade Yang Yu to learn, but they couldn't say it. The emperor is not admitted to the Jinshi examination, and it is useless for you to let him learn classical Chinese, so he couldn't help but stare at Yao Silian fiercely.

Yao Silian has always been Yang Yu's East Palace attendant, and now the emperor loves vernacular and does not understand classical Chinese, so he Yao Silian will have an unshirkable responsibility.

Yao Silian was also aggrieved for a while, which time he taught seriously, and even Yao Silian was a little complacent, thinking that the emperor was a genius and could achieve such great achievements at a young age, how could he have a share of his contributions.

For this reason, Concubine Wei didn't know how much reward Lu Dao gave him, and thought that he had been too successful in educating Yang Yu.

Now Yao Silian's gate is full of people, and there is an endless stream of students who want to worship him, and there is more than one queue outside Daxing City, everyone thinks that Yao Silian can teach such a talent as the emperor, and he must have extraordinary talents.

However, in Yao Silian's fame, there has always been a stain that cannot be washed away, that is, he will never teach the emperor's words. (To be continued......)