The printing shop is on the west side of the sugar mill, and it is still secluded, not like the kiln factory where it is busy all day long, nor like the commercial street, which is full of all kinds of noise.

As early as a few years ago, this printing workshop was set up, and all kinds of printing utensils were properly placed, and the scale was quite large.

However, such a large-scale printing workshop has never been opened, and only a few samples of stamps have been printed, and it has been idle.

Now, hundreds of craftsmen in this printing workshop have gathered here, Xia Yuan has met with them one by one, and the editor-in-chief of this printing workshop is tentatively named Li Tingxiang.

It's better to be a tanhua, it's more than enough to be an editor-in-chief, and I stay idle in the East Palace Department and Economic Bureau all day, and I don't have much to do, so it's better to use the waste.

Li Tingxiang has no objection to serving as the editor-in-chief, as long as he has something to do, don't be idle.

Yesterday, on the first day of work, I was very busy, and I have been busy reading the script, and there are a lot of down-and-out literati in this printing workshop, who are responsible for writing.

Since writing a few years ago, I have saved a lot of manuscripts, and I saw that the editor-in-chief finally took office, and handed in all the manuscripts.

"My subordinates have seen it."

"No need to be polite, how about it, have you picked out a script that can be seen?"

Li Tingxiang looked at the pile of manuscripts on the table and nodded, "My subordinates think it's all very good, and these books are more interesting to read than those books." ”

Xia Yuan didn't answer, picked up the manuscript on the table and looked at it at a glance, it was decent, in his eyes, it didn't even look good, and he picked up another copy, which was still not very good.

Li Tingxiang thinks it's good to starve to death in the future life, it is estimated that he was busy reading the Four Books and Five Classics in the past, and was busy taking the examination to gain fame, this is the first time he has come into contact with the script.

A pure little white one, you can watch everything with relish.

Xia Yuan flipped through the pile of manuscripts, but he never found anything that satisfied him, so he could only find one that was still eye-catching and handed it over, "That's it, print this, print two thousand words first, and see the effect." ”

"Yes."

Li Tingxiang should be first, and then took it to see, he has read this script, and he thinks the plot is very attractive, but the writing is a little worse, the words are not elegant enough, and it is too straight.

"My lord, do your subordinates want to polish this draft?"

"What kind of color, the words in our newspaper are meant to be read by the people, and the more straightforward they are, the more they can understand."

"In the future, if you want to be the editor-in-chief, you will throw away your Tanhualang, pick it from the standpoint of the people, find the content that the people love to see, and print it, what rob the rich and help the poor, kill the greedy and eliminate the evil, and then adjust it through the response."

Li Tingxiang looked thoughtful, Xia Yuan patted him on the shoulder, "Take your time, you'll understand later." ”

"Subordinates should be taught."

"Did you write about the pros and cons of building roads that I asked you to write?"

"Oh, here, please take a look."

After taking the manuscript, Xia Yuan skimmed it roughly, shook his head and said: "No, the writing is still a little too literary, rewrite it, try to use colloquial language, don't drag words." ”

Li Tingxiang nodded, should come down, and immediately hesitated: "My lord, do we want to take a name for this newspaper?" ”

Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he didn't even take a name, so he thought about it and said, "Just call the people to report it." ”

"People's Daily?"

"Ang, a newspaper for the people" Speaking of this, Xia Yuan changed his words again: "Oh, it can be a table of human affairs, and it is called the people's newspaper in order to appease the hearts of the people." ”

Li Tingxiang's expression was awe-inspiring when he heard this, and he bowed and said, "My subordinates will live up to the trust of the adults!" ”

“？”

I. What did you entrust him?

Xia Yuan fell into deep self-doubt, so he had to hum from his nose, "Yes, do a good job." ”

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didn't stay long in the printing shop, Zhu Houzhao came, and brought a pile of articles, Xia Yuan reached out to take it, only read a few, then patted his thigh and said: "Okay!" That's so well written! Our newspaper is not worried about sales. ”

Other people's articles are well written, but they can increase the sales of this newspaper, Zhu Houzhao was confused, Xia Yuan dusted off the article, pulled out a copy, and handed it to Li Tingxiang, "Just print this, don't change a word, sign the first and auxiliary ministers of the cabinet, the prince and the prince, the scholar of Huagai Palace, Liu Jian, Liu Gong." ”

Li Tingxiang took the article and walked aside to read it carefully, and Zhu Houzhao asked: "Can these articles really increase the sales of the newspaper?" ”

"You don't think so?"

"No, Bengong just thinks that this article is written in a fog, and Bengong can't understand it, can the people understand it?"

"These articles are not for the people to read, the people are for the rest of the content, these articles are for those who read, through this article to increase the sales of the newspaper, the sales will go up, we will not lose."

"Loss? How high are you going to price this newspaper? ”

"Five cents a piece."

"So low?"

Xia Yuan pursed his lips and explained, "The price is set low, and the people are willing to buy it, but the price is too high, and the people are reluctant to designate it, so what is the original intention of our newspaper?" ”

For five cents, you have to sell more than 20,000 copies to recover the cost.

It is foreseeable that if the target group is only placed on the people, the next six months, or even a year, will be a loss-making business.

And with Ge Lao's article, it will be different, but anyone who has read the book, as soon as they hear that this is Ge Lao's article, and it is only sold for five cents at a conscience price, they will definitely buy a copy.

Doing business is based on conscience.

"Your Highness will work harder, and strive to get all the articles of the six ministers of the DPRK and the central government, and make more points."

"Still?"

"Otherwise, when these dozens of articles are printed, what will we print in the future?"

Zhu Houzhao smacked his lips, no matter how well this newspaper sells, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, anyway, it has entered his father's internal pockets.

But now that he is mature, he thinks more far-reaching, and this money will be his in the future, in other words, his father keeps the silver for him.

When you go back to the palace, you have to talk to your father, and you can save some flowers for the silver in the palace.

"Okay, I'll go ask for it."

Zhu Houzhao responded to this matter, and then walked out.

"You're going to ask for it now?"

"Don't go now, go pee in this palace."

The dignified prince, the words are so unelegant, Xia Yuan secretly shook his head in his heart, immediately remembered something, stood up and said: "Your Highness wait for the ministers, and the ministers will also go." ”

There are a lot of toilets and huts built in this printing workshop, one pit after another, and they are all for ordinary craftsmen.

As for those with a bit of status, they are all drowning buckets.

Xia Yuan didn't let people go to find the drowning bucket, and led him into the toilet, Zhu Houzhao didn't dislike it, found a pit and picked up the robe, and then took off the clothes, and then began to release the water.

Xia Yuan looked at it secretly, but he couldn't see it clearly, he got closer, and then bowed his neck slightly to look.

Zhu Houzhao suddenly realized that he was busy blocking it with his robe, "What are you looking at?" ”

“.”

Although he blocked it quickly, Xia Yuan still saw it clearly, retracted his gaze, and said casually: "Oh, I didn't see anything." ”

It's not very long, and it seems that the reason why I can't give birth to a son is not because of this skin.

(End of chapter)