Zhu Gaochi's voice was low, and Zhu Zhanji couldn't hear it very clearly.

But when he saw his silly father with a silly smile on his face, he also smiled.

The reason why he divided newspapers into three categories actually had his own considerations in it.

Whether it is the People's Daily or the Military Monthly, both of them bear the name of the royal family.

One is political demand, the other is military demand, both are things at the official level.

Everything he says and does represents the court and the royal family.

Some things cannot be published casually. They must be rigorous, realistic, and free of any mistakes. Only in this way can the authority of the court's mouthpiece be established.

But Entertainment Weekly is different. It is private. Although it is only a nominal change, there is a difference in essence.

Because he does not belong to the official government, he does not need authority. At the same time, he is also qualified to make mistakes, and he does not even need to be responsible for his words and deeds.

In this weekly report, my stupid father only saw the shackles on those decent people, but what Zhu Zhanji saw was the ruin of a large number of unclean people.

Think about the various entertainment news in later generations, how many superficially glamorous stars have been dragged down from the altar.

If we put it in the Ming Dynasty, think about how many people would have clean bottoms?

This is completely a sharp sword that can be used without bloodshed, pointing out whoever is in trouble!

Of course, this sharp sword must not be used easily.

If you use it too much, people reading the newspaper will become numb. The best effect is actually to beat up the drowned dog.

Especially those like Li Shimian, who clearly have no reason, but still want to go against you. However, this person is not afraid of death. He has a feeling that if you kill me, you will fulfill my purpose.

Beat such a person to death and then report him to the police, directly ruining his reputation.

As for the nastiness here, the Royal Daily would naturally not be able to report it in too much detail. The most it could say was, "Li Shimian repeatedly appeared in front of the palace and was sent to prison."

If it is too detailed, it will appear that the court or Zhu Zhanji himself is a bit sinister and cunning, which will damage the image and make the loss outweigh the gain.

This is also the reason why Zhu Gaochi asked Zhu Zhanji not to report on Li Shimian. Once the report came out in detail, although Li Shimian was ruined, Zhu Zhanji would also be splashed with some mud. If he didn't report in detail, it would be even worse.

It will cause some controversy.

But the entertainment newspaper has no problem at all. After all, it is just a voice of the people and is not authoritative. It can be reported as if it were a story. As a supplement to the official newspaper, it can even modify the details and add stories.

sex.

This would not only ruin Li Shimian's reputation, but would have no impact on Zhu Zhanji at all.

However, entertainment newspapers are things that come later, and the current thing is the Ming Dynasty Royal People's Daily.

With the first issue of the newspaper printed in large quantities, the next thing is distribution.

In the afternoon of that day, Zhu Zhanji called Zhang Mao over, and then in the evening, a large group of Jinyi guards began to come out, knocking on the doors of impoverished families.

Early the next morning, a group of little carrot heads wearing cotton-padded jackets and carrying special small satchels suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of Yingtian City.

Without exception, these little carrots are all between the ages of twelve or thirteen to fifteen or sixteen years old.

He is not old, not tall, even somewhat malnourished, with a sallow complexion and thin muscles.

Each of the small satchels they were carrying had a big word "emperor" printed on them.

Conspicuous, eye-catching!

"We are selling newspapers, we are selling newspapers, the Ming Dynasty Royal People's Daily, the royal publication, government affairs and current affairs, people's livelihood and geography, poetry and songs, for one penny a copy, we are selling newspapers, we are selling newspapers!"

"Selling newspapers, on November 17th, the fifty-ninth generation of the Ming Dynasty, Kong Jin, the sage of Yan, went to the north to become the sage. From then on, he abandoned his pen and joined the army. He attacked the barbarians endlessly and vowed not to remove his armor. The Ming army was mighty, the emperor was mighty, and Yan

The Holy Duke is so powerful that he sells newspapers, the Ming Dynasty Royal People's Daily, for one penny a copy!"

"Newspapers are being sold. Huaixi great scholars Zheng Da and Zheng Wenruo published a new poem "Gift to Li Zhe at Night" for one cent each. Newspapers are being sold. Newspapers are being sold!"

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Each of the little radish heads has a childish voice, and the clear voice can be heard in the streets and alleys.

Along with these little figures, newspapers began to flow into the streets.

They are all the children of the family whose door Jinyiwei knocked on yesterday.

None of them can read or write, and some don't even have formal names.

Full of fear, they were brought to the newspaper office by Jin Yiwei. When they learned that their mission was to sell these newspapers, and that all the proceeds from selling the newspapers would belong to them,

Each of the little carrot heads immediately forgot their fear, and nearly three hundred little carrot heads just memorized these words in just one hour.

"Da Ming Royal Daily?"

"Dong Yan Sheng abandoned his pen and joined the army?"

Hearing the sudden shouting of more children, some people who didn't know why had a look of confusion on their faces.

"Boy, let me ask you, where did you hear the rumor that Mr. Yan Shenggong gave up his writing and joined the army? And what is this Ming Dynasty Royal People's Daily?"

When a little carrot boy passed a restaurant shouting the slogan "Kong Jin joins the army", he was suddenly blocked by several scholars who rushed out of the restaurant.

The little carrot head was a little nervous, subconsciously holding the newspaper in his hand tighter, looking pitifully at the few scholars who were like giants in front of him,

Gu Shi

In his eyes, these people were unattainable Wenquxing. His parents would not dare to raise their heads to look at them.

Swallowing his saliva, he subconsciously glanced at a guard not far away who was paying attention to him. Then he relaxed his tense body slightly, and with a bit of timidity, he boldly handed out the newspaper in his hand and said:

"Several Wenquxing gentlemen, the Ming Dynasty Royal People's Daily costs one penny a copy. Do you... do you want to buy a copy?"

"This is a newspaper?"

When a scholar saw Little Luo Butou handing over the newspaper, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said with a look of surprise:

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince held a banquet at the Jiangnan Guild Hall the day before yesterday. He gathered all the sages from the world and attended the banquet. All the sages gathered there. A certain incompetent person was lucky enough to attend the banquet with his mentor Xie Hongxie. He was ten feet southwest of the Crown Prince and heard what the Crown Prince said.

This newspaper means that it was published in the past two days. It records the current affairs of the court, people's livelihood and geography, as well as poems, songs and articles, etc. His Highness the Crown Prince asked me to pay more attention to it, so as to lay the foundation for joining the court as an official in the future.

Basics, I didn’t expect to actually see the real thing, little baby, please give someone a copy!”

The little carrot head didn't understand why Mr. Wenquxing in front of him was suddenly so happy, but when he heard that Mr. Wenquxing wanted a newspaper, he immediately said happily: "Master Wenquxing, Ming Dynasty Royal People's Daily, one penny a copy!"

"Can I still lose money from you?"

Hearing the little carrot head open and asking for money, the scholar was a little annoyed and planned to grab it directly.

But as soon as he made a move, he was suddenly grabbed by his companion next to him.

Just when he looked confused, he looked up and saw that at some point, a guard in Jinyi had walked behind Xiaoluo Butou.

This Jin Yiwei is not tall and not strong. He holds a mandarin duck knife lightly in his arms. His eyes are slightly squinting when he looks at the scholar, and his voice is cold but not loud:

"His Royal Highness Taisun has ordered that the Ming Dynasty Royal People's Daily is one penny per copy and no one is allowed to owe it on credit!"

"Uncle Ji!"

Little Luo Butou smiled when he saw Jin Yiwei grinning with one of his front teeth missing.

He knew this Jin Yiwei. He was the one who knocked on his door with a cold face yesterday.

He heard other Jinyi guards call him Zhang Ji, so he called him "Uncle Ji."

Although this face was cold, he thought it looked very good-looking because it was this "Uncle Ji" who made him wear a warm cotton-padded jacket and sell newspapers to make money.

He didn't know what gratitude meant, nor did he know what gratitude meant. He only knew that although this cold-faced uncle almost scared his parents yesterday, he was actually a good person.

"Um!"

The Jin Yiwei who was called Uncle Ji responded somewhat unaccustomedly, and then said coldly: "Seriously selling newspapers, I'm going to watch other people. If anyone is looking for trouble, just shout for help. His Highness Taisun has an order, and if you are in any trouble,

Anyone waiting for you can take it down on the spot!"

After saying that, he glanced coldly at several slightly pale scholars, as if in warning, and then turned around and left.

Several scholars: “…………”

What the hell, is there any justice left?

A little brat is protected by a guard?

The scholar who was about to grab the newspaper just now wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Jin Yiwei's leaving figure with some lingering fear.

Little Luo Bu waited until Jin Yiwei left. When he saw a few scholars with cold sweat on their foreheads, he felt very much like his parents who were almost frightened yesterday. He immediately stopped feeling scared, so he comforted:

"Masters, you don't have to be afraid. Uncle Ji is a very nice person, he just doesn't like to laugh. His Highness the Grand Sun is also very nice. He even gave us clothes to wear, so we are warm!"

Scholar: “…………”

Isn’t Jin Yiwei scary?

Just don’t like to laugh?

Why don't you say this to the corrupt officials in the court?

"Heh...hehe!"

A scholar smiled sarcastically, then glanced at the "Uncle Ji" who looked over from time to time not far away, then took out a few coins from his pocket with a pained look on his face and said:
To be continued...