The size of the newspaper was very large, and it was like the notice posted outside the yamen, but the handwriting was very small, the same size as the handwriting on a normal book, and the huge piece of paper was full of prints, as many as one or two thousand words. With so many words, ten pennies are worth it!

After Wang Lao Er got the newspaper, he quickly unfolded it, went to find Zhang Liniang's script, and soon found this paragraph, and read it impatiently. But it was a matter of a scholar meeting a woman in a green building, a merry scholar, a beautiful woman, met by chance, fell in love, but in the end it ended in tragedy because of the opposition of the scholar's family.

Wang Lao Er enjoyed watching it, but after reading it, he couldn't help but scold the scholar for being stupid, and his parents didn't agree that he wouldn't buy a house to raise it? What is a manly husband with three wives and four concubines! But he didn't expect that he couldn't even ask for a wife.

Then I continued to look down, and soon I was fascinated by the story of General Li and the Red Lady. General Li's courage and fearlessness, the sassy and heroic posture of the red lady, and the plot of the battle against the red-haired ghost all made Wang Lao Er reluctant to take his eyes off.

The entire script is written in the vernacular, which makes it effortless to read and looks exceptionally refreshing.

In addition to these two scripts, the newspaper also carried a Romance of the Three Kingdoms, although the story of the Three Kingdoms has been heard more than once, Wang Lao Er still reads it with relish.

In addition, it also contains mathematical knowledge, which introduces some Arabic numeral symbols, which Wang Lao Er is not interested in at all, and as for the cultivation method of the Fanbang crop called sweet potato, Wang Lao Er is not interested at all.

After renewing the boiling water three times and reading a whole large newspaper, Wang Lao Er left the teahouse and did not go to the play again, but chose to return home. I took a nap in bed, took out the newspaper and read it again. This time, I read it calmly, read every word on it, and then saw the information in the gap.

The Royal People's Newspaper Draft, receiving commentaries, scripts, and various original manuscripts, the manuscript fee starts with one or two silvers, and then the submission address, the Royal People's Newspaper on Xuanwumen Street.

Wang Lao Er sat up from the bed all of a sudden, and he saw the way to make money.

This royal newspaper is all vernacular, and it doesn't need any literary style, as long as it can make up stories. That Wang Sheng and Zhang Liniang's words, in the eyes of Wang Laoer, the level is just like that, it is not very exciting.

Perhaps, you can write such a word yourself!

As soon as he said it, Wang Lao Er immediately found the bald pen that had lost its hair, found the cracked inkstone, found the letter paper to write letters to people, and began his creation.

Soon, a "Picker Monopolizes Oiran" appeared in the pen. imitates the story of the self-selling oil lang, but the plot is a little different, and there are many erotic descriptions, in Wang Laoer's opinion, this is more attractive to readers.

"It should be adopted, it's no worse than Wang Sheng and Zhang Liniang," Wang Lao Er muttered to himself, "Well, you have to sign a pen name, what's it called?" ”

After thinking about it, Wang Lao Er wrote the four big characters "Lao Wang next door" on the paper.

When the ink was dry, he immediately rushed out with Xingchong.

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Xuanwumen Street Royal People's Newspaper Office, which was originally an imperial store, with three stores, was originally a confiscated eunuch shop, but now it has been vacated as a newspaper. Behind the storefront is a courtyard with more than a dozen houses, which are used as warehouses and newspaper-printing workshops.

Gong Yong sat in the large office, his face calm, but his heart was very anxious.

Today was the first day of the newspaper's release, and I was afraid that it would not sell much, so only about 7,000 copies were printed.

Gong Yonggu had read the original manuscript of the newspaper before printing and shook his head at that time. Thinking that the text is too straightforward and full of the slang that is usually spoken, such an article must be disdained by the reader, and I am afraid that no one will want to buy it. For ordinary people, they usually don't read books at all, and although ten cents is not much, they may not be willing to spend money.

Therefore, Gong Yonggu is not too optimistic about the future of the newspaper.

However, since Zhu Youzhen asked him to do this, even if he didn't agree with it in his heart, Gong Yonggu was meticulous, from engraving to printing, to organizing sales, he did everything himself and meticulously. It only took two days to get the contents of the newspaper manuscript, and the newspaper was sold in hundreds of places throughout Beijing.

But is anyone really buying this newspaper? Gong Yonggu thought secretly. What if you can't sell it, you can't smash the errand that Your Majesty has given you!

Wait, wait, if it doesn't sell well today, tomorrow I will secretly let people buy some and give them to people I know for free, and then mobilize Liu Wenbing and other familiar friends, everyone will support them, and it won't take a few dollars, so I can't let Your Majesty down, right?

Just when Gong Yonggu was secretly calculating, there was suddenly a sound of hurried footsteps.

"Master Horse, the newspaper in White Hat Hutong is sold out, and the shopkeeper of the teahouse asks for another hundred copies." A newspaper guy hurried.

"Fifty newspapers, sold out in half an morning?" Gong Yonggu stood up suddenly.

"According to the shopkeeper, the guests who drink the tea love to watch it, and almost one copy per person, and it didn't take long to sell out." Dude said.

A newspaper gives a teahouse a commission of two cents, which is not too much, but for the teahouse, it does not need to pay anything to get an extra income, so it is naturally very enthusiastic.

"Restock, you send a hundred copies!" Gong Yonggu commanded in a loud voice.

This is just the beginning, and then, there are constantly guys running back to report the news that they need to be restocked. The newspaper had only 2,000 copies in stock, and they were quickly exhausted. Gong Yonggu immediately ordered to work overtime to print, and the printing craftsmen in the backyard worked quickly.

There are ready-made engravings, which are still printed quickly, and when the ink dries a little, they are immediately folded and stacked, and a certain number of them are shipped out.

The newspaper office was busy all day, and it didn't stop until it was dark.

In Gong Yonggu's office, thick candles were lit, and several account offices began to count the day's sales data.

"Master Horse, a total of 10,821 were sold today, and after deducting their commission, a total of 86 yuan and 568 yuan were earned." An account clerk reported happily.

Gong Yonggu sat heavily on the chair, with a smile on his face, eighty-six hanging money, less than one hundred taels of silver, this amount of money is not much, but it is a beginning, which shows that the newspaper is still very popular with the people.

And it's only been one day, so many have been sold, and the entire city of Beijing has a population of almost one million, so it shouldn't be a problem to sell 50,000 or 60,000 copies, right?

However, why do so many people still like to read such a crudely written article that is almost like a vernacular?

......

When it got dark, Wang Lao Er returned home depressed. He went to the people's newspaper office on Xuanwu Street, and also met the people of the newspaper, and an editor without a beard and a sharp voice read his "Picker Monopolizes the Oiran", saying that the description in it was too explicit, and the article was suspected of plagiarism, and refused to be hired.

However, although the editor looks like his father-in-law in the palace, he is not bad, seeing that he is wearing shabby, he asked people to bring him two steamed buns, and encouraged him that he has a good literary style, go back and write well, and maybe he will be hired next time.

"Damn, I don't believe it, I can't write a good script!" Wang Lao Er was ruthless, he didn't eat dinner, he lit an oil lamp extravagantly, and continued to write hard by the dim light.