Seeing what Hetty was in his hand, Gawain had already guessed what it was, and he had surprise on his face: "So fast? ”

"A scholar of the royal capital, who specializes in grammar, heard about the issue of the 'newspaper' and took the initiative to respond to the call, and Mr. Nicholas Egg also heard about it, and directly helped to make the plate out of metal, so that the first issue of the sample issue could be published as soon as possible," Herty said, smiling as he handed the sample in his hand to Gawain, "Of course, the sample can be like this, and in the future, if it is distributed in large quantities, it will still have to be made using the traditional plate-making process, or wait for your new printing press to make it." ”

Gawain nodded and took the issue of the newspaper, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

After such a long period of hard work, he finally began to reproduce some familiar things in this world - whether it was chess, billiards, or the newspaper in front of him, although it was indeed made for the development of the territory, it was difficult to say that there was no selfishness in it, watching these things that he was familiar with and from his previous life appear in this world little by little, his sense of accomplishment was even no less than the day he made the first magic energy engine work.

In this world with strange physical rules, how many things can he reproduce that can remind him of his hometown?

The smell of grassy ink, made from a local recipe, wafted into his nostrils, and he gently rubbed the paper in his hand: a little rough to the touch and thin in thickness, this was a cheap paper called "mortar paper", the product of Ansu's mature paper-making technology, much cheaper than the hoarfrost paper used by the nobles to write official letters, made of hemp, serpentine vine, or the bark of giant wood, which was usually used by scholars and mages for their apprentices.

After the industrialization of the territory developed day by day, Gawain replaced the traditional manual process with more efficient industrial cutting machines, pulverizers, mixers and other equipment, so that the cost of this cheap paper dropped sharply, and the quality also improved, making it a common paper in the territory, and because of its strong ink curing effect on block printing, it also became the best carrier for the first issue of Cecil Weekly.

On the front page of the newspaper, the words "Cecil Weekly" were printed in large letters, and the year, month, day and the name of the publisher were written in smaller font next to it—something Gawain had specifically requested.

This is followed by the main text of the newspaper, which begins with a large tribute to the mountains of the south and the waves of the river Whitewater, followed by a poetic praise of clouds and winds, followed by an analysis of wine and an overview of heraldry...... Gawain saw the end in one breath, and at the end of the newspaper saw a little common sense of life: how to use wine to flavor steak.

He silently put the newspaper down, and his expression was serious enough to startle Hetty, who asked cautiously, "Ancestor...... What's wrong? ”

"Have you seen it?" Gawain asked, raising his eyelids and looking into Hetty's eyes.

“…… "Hetty nodded slightly, "the content is very elegant, and there are no intellectual and grammatical errors. ”

Gao Wen sighed imperceptibly, and really wanted to say "bullshit", but considering the image problem in front of his eldest granddaughter, he still held back this sentence, and shook his head slightly: "It's useless, it doesn't meet my requirements at all." ”

"Huh?" Hetty didn't expect it to be such an evaluation, and suddenly looked surprised, "Why......"

"The newspaper is for the common people, at least the 'Cecil Weekly' that I put out is for the common people," Gawain said without waiting for Hetty to finish, "and its value lies in whether the common people need it, whether they can understand it, whether they want to read it—sing the praises of the mountains and the waves, lament the clouds and the wind, and teach the people how to season the steak with red wine?" How many of the 60,000 or 70,000 people in the main city of Cecil and the Kant region do you think this newspaper will be able to read it after it was printed? ”

Hetty was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized the problem: "...... I seem to get it. ”

"This kind of research on 'high culture' is not without value, and one day in the future, when our people can have enough leisure and knowledge to perceive the mountains and rivers, and enough food to study red wine and steak, these things will naturally be valuable, but at this stage, in a newspaper with an all-territory circulation, we don't need this kind of thing," Gao Wen threw the sample in his hand on the table, "I listed the main sections required for the newspaper in the plan, including common sense of life, news inside and outside the territory, etc., But now it seems that it is useless to just list these sections, and I need to explain the content requirements of each section...... Well, you go and get the editor of the newspaper, and I'll talk to him face to face. ”

Hetty immediately took the order: "Okay. ”

It wasn't long before Hetty brought with him a gray-haired man dressed in a bachelor's robe.

Gawain raised his eyes to look at the scholar who had volunteered to edit the newspaper, and in the old gentleman, who looked to be about fifty years old, he saw some nervousness and awe, but more of the confidence that is characteristic of scholars in their own fields. The old gentleman was dressed in the gray robe with intricate ties that was the favorite of the scholars of his age, and his gray hair was neatly combed and draped neatly behind his head, and he was a little rickety, probably because of his long time at the desk, but he was still very tall—half a head taller than Hetty.

"Salute you, my lord," the old gentleman bent down before Gawain, "your heroic past reverberates throughout the kingdom. ”

"No need to be polite, Mr. Godwin Orlando," Gawain said bluntly, knowing the name of the royal scholar in front of him from the newspaper's editorial signature, "do you know what I came to you for? ”

"Ms. Herty says that the 'newspaper' I have written does not meet your requirements," Godwin replied, slightly nervous, but still as calm as possible, "not a grammatical error, but a lack of content." ”

"What I need is a book for the common people," Gawain said, pointing to the sample magazine on the table, "Here, what I need is straightforward information about the changes in the prices of wheat and various vegetables, not arias about the historical changes of the White Water River, here, I want news of the expansion of the new town, not to discuss how many heraldic variants there are for the nobility of the South, and here—people are not interested in how to season a whole bottle of red wine for steak, they are more concerned with how to pancake and how to harvest wheat, And how to filter the residue from the ale. Of course, it's not that what you're writing about isn't valuable – it's useful in many areas, but it's not needed in this newspaper yet. ”

The expression on Godwin's face slowly complicated as he listened to Gawain's description of what a real popular newspaper needed, and finally he had a chance to speak, and he could barely control his tone: "My lord, if you ask for it, how can these words still have the slightest elegance?" These pieces of paper with words on them have also completely lost the nobility of knowledge! Do you want me to use these papers and words, with quills and ink, to write about how the peasants pulled the sweet roots out of the ground? ”

"If it's autumn, then you should write this," Gawain leaned back in his chair, "and I remind you, Mr. Godwin, that sweet roots cannot be plucked straight out of the ground—they must be dug with a shovel, or they will all break in the ground." ”

A slight flush flashed on the scholar's face from the royal capital, he struggled for a moment, and then spread his hands: "With all due respect, my lord, if you want something like this, then you should find a farmer to write it, or a handyman servant......"

"Then there will really be a grammatical error," said Gawain lightly, "Mr. Godwin, it seems that you are not fit for the job, and you may leave." ”

The royal capital scholar named Godwin's face trembled slightly, and he moved his steps slightly, and then he struggled in this position for several seconds, and finally bent down in front of Gawain, his tone complicated and heavy: "Sorry to disappoint you, this was not my intention. ”

After Godwin Orlando left the study, Amber's figure began to emerge in the air behind Gawain.

Gawain didn't look back, just said lightly: "This scholar's information." ”

"A member of the 'Grammar Society' and the 'Historical Secretaries' Society, who had made great achievements in the fields of literature, history, and heraldry, he was one of the more prestigious scholars of the royal capital, and he gave up his career in two academic societies and a well-paid job as a consultant in order to come to the south, because of his great curiosity about Cecil's pioneering territory, and his curiosity about you yourself—as I said earlier, he studied history."

Gao Wen pondered: "...... Do you study my history? ”

"Pretty much that," Amber pouted, "everything that happened in this land was a 're-enactment of history' to him, at least that's what he probably thought." He's got what he wants here, except for a mess in the newspaper. ”

Gawain's heart moved, and then a thought came to him: if this historian really studied according to the current development form of Cecil's collar and the words and deeds of "Gawain Cecil" after the coffin was uncovered, and used it as a reference material to fill in the gaps in the history books, then his historical research would really be ruined......

Then he shook his head, threw the boundless associations out of his mind, and sighed softly: "Such a person is useful, and it is not easy for him to come to the southern border." ”

"His situation is not uncommon among this group of scholars from the royal capital," Amber nodded, and continued, "Although they have entered the various departments and have adapted well in most cases, on the other hand, they are out of step with the 'new order' in this land. Scholars are a very special group, they are different from craftsmen such as craftsmen and mechanics, they have knowledge, their own mature and stable logic, and they are often very proud - most scholars also have some knowledge of the transcendent field, or they are relatively low-level transcendental, which is also their proud capital. ”

"But these people who have knowledge must be Cecil's help." Gao Wen said lightly.