Zhou Guo.

Imperial Palace, Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Zhou sat on the dragon chair, looking at the information presented by Dongchang, his expression was neither happy nor sad.

Pre-eucalyptus.

A celebrant in a flying fish suit, Wang Zhi knelt on the ground, his voice was soft.

"The plan for the assassination was set a month ago, and at that time, Dongchang didn't know enough about the first village to know that they were so well-informed......

The words are not finished yet.

Emperor Zhou slowly put down the information in his hand, his eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "What do you mean, the assassination failure is unexpected, and it has nothing to do with you?" ”

Wang Zhi's white and beardless face showed a look of fear, and he trembled and said:

"The slave and maid have no such meaning, the slave and the maid are also the commander of the East Factory, the assassination failed, the slave and the maid should be fully responsible, the slave and the maid should die, please punish Your Majesty."

Hearing this, Emperor Zhou glanced at him, picked up the piece again, and said casually:

"Assassinating the Emperor in the capital of Qianguo, I didn't have much expectations, and it is human nature that I failed to succeed."

When Wang Zhi heard this, he understood that Emperor Zhou did not intend to be held responsible, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, squeezed out a flattering smile, and said:

"The slave and maid understand in their hearts that the saint feels sorry for the slave and the maid and says this, and being able to serve the saint is a blessing that the slave and maid have cultivated for eight lifetimes, and the slave and maid really don't know how to repay the kindness of the saint."

Emperor Zhou looked at the information in his hand and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, what is the newspaper mentioned above?" ”

Wang Zhi hurriedly replied: "If you go back to the saint, the so-called newspaper is actually a piece of paper, which is printed with various contents, including scripts, notices, pictures, and product introductions. ”

"The newspaper that is popular in the capital today is called Daqian Monthly, and the words printed on it are called "Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Shooting Heroes", which is quite interesting, and the people of the capital, from the old man in his sixties and seventies to the teenager in his thirteen or fourteenth year, are all addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves."

"In addition, the slave maid also found out that the Daqian monthly magazine was printed by Daqian's Zhufeng Xuan, and this Zhufeng Xuan is inextricably linked with Zhenbao Zhai."

"At present, it is known that behind Zhenbao Zhai is the Qianguo Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Therefore, the slave maid can infer that this newspaper is a thing concocted by the prime minister of the Qianguo State, in order to attract the people and promote the court through the script."

I have to say.

Wang Zhi, as the commander of the East Factory, still has a brush for reporting work.

In just a few sentences, the ins and outs of the newspaper and the interests involved were clearly explained, without any dragging the ground.

After hearing this, Emperor Zhou put down the information in his hand, and his face showed a look of thought.

A moment later.

He looked at Wang Zhi and asked, "What are the difficulties in printing newspapers?" ”

Wang Zhi replied: "As far as the slave knows, there is no difficulty. ”

Emperor Zhou's brows furrowed slightly, and he asked, "In that case, why is there only such a newspaper as Daqian Monthly popular in the capital?" ”

Wang Zhi replied: "The slave maid thinks that there are three reasons, one is that the newspaper has just become popular, and many businessmen have not yet reacted, so no one has followed suit.

The second is that the Daqian monthly magazine is sold very cheaply, and as long as one penny a copy, not only the storytellers in the checklist can afford it, but even the beggars on the roadside can afford it, so it is widely circulated.

The third is that "Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Shooting Heroes" are exciting enough, far away from the rest of the scripts on the market, and the rest of the businessmen want to imitate, but they are also powerless. ”

The voice fell.

Emperor Zhou showed a thoughtful expression.

A moment later.

He made a decision, looked at Wang Zhi, and instructed: "Recruit my scholars who can write scripts in the Great Zhou, who can write a book comparable to "Nie Xiaoqian", and will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!" ”

"You should know how to send someone to secretly print a monthly magazine of the Great Qianguo and change the notice of the Qianguo court to the content of the new policy."

Wang Zhi hurriedly responded: "The slave understands! ”

"Go ahead."

"The slave and maid are gone."

After Wang Zhi left the Qianqing Palace, he raised his eyes and looked at the blue sky, feeling the joy of the rest of his life.

Although he is a eunuch with a pen and a pen, and he is also the commander of Dongchang, he is powerful.

But that's only in front of outsiders.

All his power comes from Emperor Zhou.

In front of Emperor Zhou, he is a lackey who can be discarded at any time.

As the saying goes, a companion is like a tiger.

No one knew what this moody majesty would be angry with him for.

So.

Every time Wang Zhi entered the Qianqing Palace, he was scared, for fear that something would go wrong.

Fortunately, this crisis was finally overcome.

Wang Zhi let out a long breath, recalled what Emperor Zhou had just said, and hurriedly cheered up again and walked towards the Dongchang Yamen.

Arrived at the Yamen of the East Factory.

As soon as he entered the door, he met Chang Chengren, who was in charge of thousands of households.

When Chang Chengren saw Wang Zhi, he was busy standing up and saluting respectfully:

"I've seen the factory!"

Wang Zhi looked at him and ordered: "Go to the account room to receive a thousand taels of silver, find a few scholars in the capital who can write scripts, put them in prison, when to write scripts comparable to "Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Shooting Heroes", and when to release them." ”

When Chang Chengren heard this, he was slightly stunned and asked curiously:

"Do you want to read the script?"

Wang Zhi squinted at him, and said angrily: "Look at a fart script!" This is Your Majesty's will! ”

Chang Chengren's eyes showed a blank look, and he asked, "Your Majesty wants to read the script?" ”

Wang Zhi was so angry that he pinched his orchid finger and scolded: "You idiot, what else do you have in your head besides the script!" ”

Chang Chengren lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Wang Zhi sighed in his heart and explained: "Your Majesty, this is to find out the scholars who can write scripts and prepare for the Great Weekly Monthly!" ”

Chang Chengren reacted at this time, and hurriedly said: "My subordinates understand!" ”

After speaking, he showed hesitation and said, "There is a question, and my subordinates don't know whether to ask it or not." ”

"Say!"

Chang Chengren asked: "What is the purpose of the factory asking his subordinates to receive a thousand taels of silver?" ”

Wang Zhi took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked, "You tell our family, how did you become this thousand households?" ”

Chang Chengren did not hesitate and replied: "If you go back to the factory, your subordinates are hereditary thousand households!" ”

“......”

Wang Zhiqiang resisted the urge to slap him, and said impatiently: "The silver is a reward for scholars!" Whoever can write a wonderful book will be a thousand taels of silver! ”

Chang Chengren was stunned for a moment, his eyes showed surprise, and he said in his heart:

"Rewarding the scholar who wrote the book, and using a thousand taels of silver?"

"Those stinky scripts, aren't they just going to be able to pass away with gluttony?"

I thought so in my heart, but I didn't say it, but just saluted:

"Subordinates understood!"

Wang Zhi glanced at him, seemed to understand his thoughts, and warned:

"Our family's ugly words are ahead, this thousand taels of silver is a reward from His Majesty, you dare to swallow it in your stomach, be careful of the head on your neck!"

Chang Chengren sneered: "Even if the subordinates have a hundred guts, they don't dare to do this." ”

Wang Zhi snorted coldly and said: "You'd better really don't dare, if something happens, don't blame our family for not reminding you!" ”

Chang Chengren looked solemn and said: "The words of the factory father, all the subordinates have them in mind, and they will never dare to disobey them." ”

Wang Zhi waved his hand and said, "Get out!" ”

"Subordinates retire!"

Chang Chengren saluted and turned to leave.

Walk out of the main hall.

With a look of disdain on his face, he took a sip and scolded in his heart:

"Phew! Dog gelding! ”

Then, without stopping, he walked to another room.

in the house.

A man in his thirties, like Wang Zhi, was dressed in a flying fish suit.

was lying on the table, looking at the newspaper in his hand, looking bored.

"Zhao Baihu, give you three hundred taels of silver, go to the street and pull a few scholars who can write scripts into prison, and if you can't write scripts, you won't let them out!"

Chang Chengren walked into the room, looked at the man lying on the table, and ordered.

When Zhao Baihu heard this, he was a little stunned, and asked curiously:

"Why did Senho-sama do this?"

"Did the writer offend the adult?"

Chang Chengren said: "This is Your Majesty's will, what does it have to do with this official!" ”

"Your Majesty's will?"

Zhao Baihu was even more dazed.

Why did Your Majesty arrest the scholar who wrote the script?

Chang Chengren saw him like this, and said impatiently: "Give me a word, can you do it, can't, this official will go to find other hundred households!" ”

Zhao Baihu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Lord Qianhu, what is the three hundred taels of silver?" ”

Chang Chengren said: "It's Your Majesty's reward for scholars!" ”

Zhao Baihu's face showed a sudden expression.

A group of stinky scripts, what reward do they want?

A few bowls of rice were served.

If you really can't do it, give a few taels of silver.

In the end, most of the three hundred taels of silver still had to go into his own pocket.

"Three hundred taels of silver, it's a fat errand......"

Come to think of this.

Zhao Baihu no longer hesitated, and hurriedly said: "Do it with humble functions!" ”

Chang Chengren glanced at him and advised: "Try to find some powerful scholars, don't just pull some beggars to make up the numbers, the words written out should have been sent to the factory and even His Majesty!"

If something happens, you will be to blame! ”

Zhao Baihu laughed twice and replied: "Don't worry, Lord Qianhu, three-legged toads are not easy to find, two-legged scholars are everywhere, not to mention scholars who can't get fame in the exam and can only write books, that's a big deal!"

The lowly duty must do this for you beautifully, properly! ”

Chang Chengren looked at him and said: "There are many people who are more neat than you, and the official handed over this matter to you when he saw that you like to read the script on weekdays, so you don't want to disappoint the official." ”

Zhao Baihu hurriedly said: "The kindness of the adult, all the humble duties are in my heart, and I will definitely repay the adult in the future!" ”

Chang Chengren smiled with satisfaction, nodded, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Zhao Baihu bowed, folded the newspaper on the table, stuffed it into his arms, picked up the saber, and walked out.

After leaving the house, the first thing he did was to gather the officials of the yamen.

With a serious expression, he said solemnly:

"Your Majesty's will!"

"Go to the street to arrest the scholar who wrote the book and put him in prison!"

"Grab one, reward a hundred dollars! Catch 100 of them! ”

When more than a dozen servants heard this, they looked at each other, and they all felt a little unbelievable.

Who provoked the scholar who wrote the book, why did His Majesty arrest them?

And you have to make up a hundred?

Seeing their expressions, Zhao Baihu frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and said coldly:

"Didn't you hear what the official said?"

The servants were all in the same place, and they were busy saying:

"I heard it!"

Zhao Baihu's sharp eyes looked around and said loudly:

"It's good to hear you!"

"Let's go!"