What happened on the streets of Nanjing, as long as Bai Minghe wanted to know, he would definitely know.

As for the newspaper arranged by themselves, and then the people saw the various reactions after the newspaper, this will already be reported to someone.

Bai Minghe knocked on the table rhythmically with one hand, while listening to the report on the streets of Nanjing, it seems that the appearance of the newspaper still has a certain impact on the lives of the people, especially the rich people, who have expectations for the newspaper, because there is a lot of information on it, originally chatted in the teahouse and heard about it, far less than holding it in his hand, it is real.

"The newspaper doesn't care about the official, you know the government news, and the lace tabloids are just for fun. Don't stare at Nanjing, it's going to be big. ”

"Yes!" One was specifically selected to be in charge of this.

"You should set up a newspaper by yourself, Daming Pao is a government-run newspaper, and it will teach you a way to make money. For example, the official's workshop has a new type of goods produced, and a notice is written here, whether everyone in the world knows about it, so this has to be charged, a palm-sized piece, and hundreds or thousands of taels of silver are still required. At the beginning, I tried it in the workshop of the East Factory, and when the merchants knew about it, they would hold an auction and get more silver. ”

Bai Minghe said, and the steward was taking notes.

"In the management of newspapers, use your own brains to think, and the only thing to pay attention to is to pay attention to the articles. We are a government-run newspaper, we must remember that Daming is good, and we must be able to say that Daming is good. ”

"The subordinates understand, and the subordinates think that they should write more positive news, such as an increase in grain production in a certain place, and a filial son in a certain place."

Bai Minghe patted it well: "Okay, you said it well." It seems that there is absolutely nothing wrong with choosing you to be the steward. That's it. ”

The steward of the East Factory retreated with a smile on his face, and Bai Minghe said to Wang Cheng: "Arrange it." As much as possible, let the real bitter master who is alive on the Nanyang side once, just sue them and go to the Ming Criminal Department to complain, this matter is very simple, and there is no need to complicate it anymore. Because a qiē is true. ”

"Yes, we're going to do it. It is enough to make this fact known to ordinary people. Wang Cheng agreed.

"That matter, as soon as there is news!" Bai Minghe didn't continue, but Wang Cheng understood: "Don't worry, my lord, this matter is the first priority!" ”

Bai Minghe is right, what they want to do is just let ordinary people know the facts, that's all!

The ships of the Guangdong Navy Division were still active in the South Sea, and a large ship of 2,300 materials came out of the Strait of Malacca, waving the sun and moon flag of the Ming Dynasty. But there is an extra red feather on the mainsail.

Along the way, all the ports were given priority to enter the port, all the waterways were given priority to pass, all the way to the hurry, and finally arrived at Hangzhou Bay after thirteen days, when the ship entered the port, someone on board shouted: "Medical officer, we need medical officer, seriously injured medical officer." "They were given priority access. Priority on the dock.

An area had been cleared for them on the dock, and two dozen stretchers had been brought down.

The medical officer stationed on the dock made a quick examination. They all shook their heads, with their abilities, the medicinal herbs and equipment on the dock could not save these people. Seeing a captain on the ship coming down, the medical officer also shook his head helplessly: "Just hang your life, there are also medical officers with the army, and there is no way." ”

"Someone. Clear the way! A medical officer commanded.

Every four strong men carried one person, and began to run to the largest government-run hospital in Hangzhou. After the men had left, the medical officer ordered: "Come, a few men, first burn the mess with fire oil, and wash the ground with lime water." The ship was sealed, and it could not leave port until it had been washed. ”

Daming already has simple regulations for epidemic control.

Entering the government-run medical hall, here is the crystallization of Ming medicine and Byzantine medicine, first vacating a small courtyard for these people, and then giving some decoction to the people who are responsible for carrying them, and then everyone goes to take a bath and steam clothes.

"One tael per person!" A merchant took out a bag of silver coins and placed it on the ground.

Someone asked, "Do you know these people?" ”

The merchant shook his head: "I don't know, but I can see that there are two widows." The hairstyle of the Japanese people is different from that of our Ming people, and even if it is short, the top of the head will be shaved. The rest ......" the merchant stopped, and took out a newspaper from his pocket, which was only one page.

After picking up the newspaper, the businessman said: "This Daming Bao is published every ten days, and this is the third issue. According to what the newspaper said, judging from the clothes and hair accessories of these people, I am afraid that they are the remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty mentioned in the newspaper. I am also a descendant of the Central Plains, as a helper, I can't do big things for the small people, and I can't take those barbarians in Nanyang There is no way, do your best! ”

After speaking, the merchant took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels and handed it to the captain who brought people back: "These are only the cost of soup and medicine, and some hearts should not be refused." ”

The lieutenant was stunned for a moment, but still pushed: "My general gave a silver ticket, and there is silver." ”

"This is my heart, maybe there will be others to save me, anyway, it's also a family." The merchant put down the silver ticket, turned and left.

Immediately afterwards, several people put down their silver tickets, as little as ten taels and as many as one hundred taels.

The captain clenched his fists in thanks, but his mind was in the infirmary, and these people didn't know if they could be saved.

On the same day, several famous doctors from Nanjing came to Hangzhou to participate in the treatment.

The next day, no new newspapers were printed, only one page of the bulletin was printed for the wounded, the sick.

The newspaper wrote one in the story.

A group of scouts went deep, including 10 Ming soldiers, 36 Japanese soldiers, and 12 Korean soldiers. The task of this group of scouts was to perfect the map and find out two hundred miles west of the important town of Tranaipura (Jambi City), and on the third day they came out of the city, about one hundred and twenty miles from the city, they came across a village.

The village uses rice and sugar cane as the main crops, and there are two handicraft workshops.

Mainly clothing, sugar.

There are only 12 families in this village, they fled to Nanyang when the Yuan Dynasty attacked the Great Song Dynasty, and finally settled here, surrounded by some robbers, who sent a sufficient amount of goods every year, which was considered safe.

They don't know about the war at sea, and they don't know that the Ming Dynasty is coming. I saw that there were people from the Ming Dynasty. Warmly entertained these guests, the scout team of the Ming Dynasty also left silver taels in exchange for some sugar, and rested here for a day, and asked the village to borrow two guides to improve the surrounding map.

Unexpectedly, that night, he was attacked. There were 300 people on the other side, and they didn't talk about it, and as soon as they entered the village, they set fire to it, killed people, robbed people, and robbed food.

What else can be said then, only to fight.

With the combat strength of less than sixty scouts in the Ming Dynasty, and did not bring enough heavy weapons, although they repelled the other side. But there were also thirteen Japanese soldiers, four Goryeo soldiers and seven Ming soldiers who died in battle. The living men carried the wounded, and fled to the Jambi, and fled all the way to the time when there were pursuers all the way, and fled to the time when there were still twenty miles under the city of Jambi.

Once again, they were besieged by a full 200 men, and they had to fight to the death. When the Ming Army found out in Jambi City and came to the rescue, only one of the ten Ming soldiers was alive. Two of the Japanese soldiers were still alive, but both were seriously wounded. All twelve Goryeo soldiers were killed in battle.

But thirty-nine people from that village were spared.

After this briefing was issued, the four major cities in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly quieted down, and there were no hawkers on the streets.

Shira, who was sitting in the study, was also holding the briefing, and he knew it was true.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. originally thought that they would oppress the remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty, but they didn't expect that they were rushing to exterminate. It's the official's fault. The attack on Nanyang irritated the robbers. Bai Minghe said, picked up the pen and wrote a self-blame letter, and as he was writing, several generals from Nanjing rushed in.

Sun Yuanzhen sighed heavily when she saw Bai Minghe's self-blame.

"Lord White. How can you let me deal with the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies in Nanjing, or you can slap the old man in the face. It is the will of the Cabinet to move Nanyang, it is the decision of the cabinet, and it is the four provinces south of the Yangtze River, Liangguang, and Fujian that have not done a good job, you say you are wrong, what about the old man? ”

Sun Yuanzhen: He is sixty-eight years old, and as a Jinshi of Yongle Thirteen, he is also an old minister of several dynasties.

He once suppressed the rebellion in Jiangnan and eliminated thieves in Fujian, and he was also a person who had personally been on the battlefield in Zhejiang's defense of the Japanese invaders, and he did not know much about the art of war, and there was a gap between him and Yu Qian, but he was also an iron-blooded Confucian general.

Bai Minghe picked up the self-blame letter again and handed it to Wang Cheng: "After the power is generated, it will be sent directly to the capital." Send it to Lord Yu, and then wait, calm down and wait. ”

"It's my lord!" Wang Cheng took it and trotted out.

Sun Yuanzhen breathed a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, if you put this in the newspaper, the old man will have no face to see people." Sun Yuanzhen motioned for several generals to sit down, and then asked Bai Minghe: "Bai Minghe, you sue the old man, what are you waiting for?" ”

"Wait for a holy decree to raise the power of the country and sweep away the South Seas. Don't hide it from Lord Sun, this plan is a serial plan, one move and six consecutive shots, the only miscalculation is that those Nanyang people are too ruthless to my Southern Song Dynasty remnants in China, and they don't even leave a way to live, this is no longer bullying, but blood feud. ”

Sun Yuanzhen nodded: "Song, there are also bones, and the people of Song are also my people of the Ming Dynasty." ”

"It has been written in the history books, and the Song people also have backbone. When the Yuan Dynasty finally died in the Great Song Dynasty, more than 200,000 people, from the emperor officials to the ordinary people, threw themselves into the sea and died in the country. Xiaobai, my Ming soldiers are full of food, those people may not die after throwing themselves into the sea, they were washed up by the sea to the South Seas, I want them to throw themselves into the sea again, Lao Tzu ......"

With a slap, Bai Minghe's mahogany desk, which was more than an inch thick, was simply shot apart.

A battle-hardened general, he slapped his hands in anger.

Wang Cheng came back at this time, and told him that he had arranged for someone to send a telegram, and the original text arranged for someone to send it to the capital.

Bai Minghe stood up, walked to the bookshelf, took down a box and slowly put it on the table: "This is what I wrote on the train, and I have been thinking about it for many days. Bai Minghe didn't explain what it was, and put his hands on Wang Cheng's hands: "Give it to Banzai with my own hands, and just say that this is my Bai Minghe's boldness to Daming." ”

"People are in the box, people are not in the box!" Wang Cheng bowed solemnly and strode out. (To be continued......)