"Good morning, Granny Martha! Is there something wrong with you? Peter asked politely.

"Good morning, Mr. Pastor!" The old woman was one of the first people to convert to the Sindra Church in the valley village, and she was very pious, and bowed respectfully to the little priest who was as old as her grandson on the other side, "Mr. Peter, I heard that our commune also has a post office, is this true?" ”

"That's right, this office is the post office next to it." Peter pointed to the sign that Nikolai had nailed this morning.

"That's great!" Granny Martha paused excitedly with the crutches in her hand, "I received a letter from my youngest son from Krasbourg last month, and I want to reply to him with a letter, can you help me with this?" ”

"Of course, please send me the letter, I will send it to the Colasbourg Post Office using the latest magic fax machine, your son works in the Karon industrial area, right? He would receive the letter by tomorrow evening at the latest. Peter said with a grin.

"It's wonderful...... But I can't read, can Mr. Pastor help me write letters? Granny Martha asked with some embarrassment.

"Okay!" Peter nodded cheerfully.

Granny Martha's mother-in-law didn't really have anything important, just telling her youngest son that everything was fine at home, telling him to take care of himself outside, and taking time to go home and have a look.

Peter helped Granny Martha write, wrap it, stamp it, and promise to send it to Colasburg as soon as possible. Granny Martha asked him for money, but Peter declined, and Granny Martha gave him a large bag of fresh tomatoes that she had just picked in the morning from her vegetable field as a thank you.

Peter thought about it and decided that it was neither a violation of the precepts of the church nor a violation of the work regulations of government civil servants, so he accepted it.

Sending Granny Martha away, Peter picked up a big red tomato and wiped it, "clicking" a big bite, the sweet and sour juice immediately poured into his mouth, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes with satisfaction.

At this moment, the door of the next post office suddenly opened, and Bafra jumped out in horror.

"Monkey! Monkey! Come and see, the machine is moving on its own! It's terrifying! ”

"Huh? Let me see! Peter devoured the tomato in his hand and strode into the room, the "McManus Fax Machine" on the opposite desk was buzzing and trembling, emitting a golden arcane halo, and a stack of papers was being teleported from the tray on the right side of the machine.

"Hey! It scared me, what kind of fault should it be! Peter was relieved, and turned back to the little cat woman who was trembling and hiding behind his back and peeking, "This is a normal phenomenon when the magic fax machine is working, and the newspaper in the capital has arrived!" ”

"Really? Show it to me! ”

"Go get it yourself......"

"Nasty! I'm afraid the machine will bite my hand! ”

"Hahahaha~~" Mr. Pastor smiled, took out the reissue of "Motherland Daily" from the fax machine, opened the front page and looked at it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he whistled.

"What's a good article?" Bafra was drawn to his exaggerated body movements.

"The front page headline, the signed article of His Royal Highness the Prince, "Our Way" ...... It is worthy of His Royal Highness Roland, the style of writing is majestic and infectious! Peter exclaimed.

Bafra frowned and slammed unhappily: "Don't patronize yourself!" Hurry up and make copies, many subscribers are waiting to watch the news while eating breakfast! Hee-hee, does this sound like the lifestyle of a city dweller? It's so tasteful, I want to try it too! ”

"Woman of vanity!" Peter gave Catwoman a blank look, turned around and loaded the original newspaper into the Magic Guide phototypesetting press, carefully counted the copies of newsprint, and activated the switch when it was ready. The Magic Phototypesetting press began to work, transferring the contents of the newspaper onto sheets of blank paper.

While Peter was sorting out the newspaper, Nikolai came back with a large bag of hot croissants.

"Peter, is the tea boiled? Oh! The newspaper came, give me a copy to read. Nikolai casually put breakfast on the table, pulled out a freshly copied newspaper, flipped to the front page, and read it attentively, sometimes thoughtfully, sometimes nodding frequently.

Bafra boiled tea in the kitchen, ran back and got a newspaper to put under her armpit, freed her hand to get the bread, returned to the kitchen, set up the tea set and dinner plate for herself, sat down at the dining table by the window, opened the newspaper by the bright morning light outside the window, drank tea and snacks, and read the lines of beautiful and neat printed letters comfortably, although she could not fully understand the deep meaning of His Royal Highness the Prince's masterpiece, but the mood was inexplicably happy.

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The Far East, June 1, 1621, was destined to go down in history. At six o'clock in the morning of that day, the inaugural issue of the "Motherland Daily" was transmitted to 400 newspaper and periodical distribution stations throughout the country through the "magic guide fax machine," and the distribution stations in various places copied the original newspapers from the capital into several copies with the help of the "magic guide typesetting printing machine," and sent them from the newsboys to the families who had ordered the newspapers; government departments, churches, schools, and even shops represented by taverns and inns in cities and towns were all long-term subscribers of the newspapers, and in less than an hour, a total of 100,000 copies of the newspapers were sold out. Agents at distribution stations in various localities unanimously picked up the "Andre Telephone Device" to send good news to the capital headquarters, and the calls for increasing the number of newspapers printed came one after another.

For the townspeople who came into close contact with the "newspaper" for the first time in their lives, the news from the capital was given too much meaning beyond words, and these two thin pieces of paper of 12 inches × 18 inches symbolized the heart of the motherland, the great King Rudolf I and His Royal Highness the enlightened Prince Roland, the elegant lifestyle of the gentlemen and ladies of the upper class who lived in the capital, and the establishment of an equal channel of dialogue between the government of Koras and the people under its rule - the mailboxes published in the newspapers and the " Readers are welcome to write and contribute" doesn't the advertising slogan indicate this meaning?

That is, from the moment I opened the newspaper, the residents of small towns living in the Far East, especially those who knew a little bit about writing and ink, felt for the first time the existence of the "country", for the first time felt that there were many people in this hot land who were similar to their own living conditions and shared the same fate, and felt that they were not a dispensable little person, and they could not fail to respond to the call launched by His Royal Highness the Prince in the State of the Union address published on the front page - "Our Way". Contribute to this popular government in the best way you can, and push the kingdom of Kolath one step closer to its rise.

For the urban middle class, there is no easiest way to show support for the national government than to buy government bonds, as His Royal Highness the Prince has made clear in Our Way. On the day when the newspaper was distributed nationwide, the headquarters of the central bank received good news from commercial banks across the country in a magical short message, the content of which was similar -

Treasury bond sales are very good!

Bond sales are exploding!