Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Chapter 102 Putting those anger on paper

In Yunde Building, Zhu Zhanchang and Lin Miao were on the third floor, discussing the latest edition of the newspaper, and sent someone to call the two censors.

It had been 10 days since the first newspaper was published, and Lin Miao did not slack off. The contents of the entertainment and literature pages were almost prepared.

Because of the first newspaper, many literati who wrote novels submitted their articles to Yundelou, so the business of Yundelou was full.

"His Royal Highness, about the commercial edition, it will be delivered later, mainly the real-time edition and the political edition."

Because the editor-in-chief of the practical and political editions were two censors, after all, they were both officials, and Li Shimian had a very bad temper, so Lin Miao did not dare to urge him.

"It's alright, I'll tell them when the two of them come over, Mr. Lin Miao, you are the "treasurer" of this Daming Daily, you have to decide everything, and I am very satisfied with your control over the entertainment and literature editions. Li Shimian and others didn't listen, so I changed them after I finished this version."

"Grass people absolutely dare not."

Lin Miao didn't even dare to think about the matter of changing the official body of the censor.

"I'll support you from behind and use my name. If you don't use it well, it's your responsibility."

"The grass people understand."

After a while, Li Shimian and Zhang Xianqi both arrived. This time their attitude was completely different from the first time they met. Last time, Li Shimian's contempt for Zhu Zhanchang was gone. This time it's fine. But it didn't get there any better, it was still a stunned posture.

"His Royal Highness." The two of them saluted respectfully.

Because of the last newspaper's book on expedition to the northern borders and barbarians, Li Shimian's fame suddenly rose. Countless ministers read his article. Zhang Xianqi wrote the news that the river would be connected, although Li Shimian was not as famous as Li Shimian. But among the colleagues, everyone talks a few words.

Only then did the censors realize that the articles published in the newspapers could be seen by so many people.

In the past, it was good for their articles to be sent to the emperor. Many of them would be suppressed because their words were too intense, but the newspapers were much looser. Li Shimian was drunk and told his colleagues that the requirements in words were basically the same. There is only one thing, that is, don't swear.

This made many other censors eager to try.

"Li Shimian, Zhang Xianqi, Your Majesty has a purpose, you two will write this newspaper, and you will be rewarded. Li Shimian, I want you to write a better article than the last book on expeditions to the northern borders and barbarians, and inspire me. Junxin, Zhang Xianqi, this is the report of the residence from the north, sort it out, and write down the incident of the massacre of my Ming people on the frontier, and write it completely."

Zhang Xianqi read the newspaper, his face full of sadness, his anger surged, and the sound of clapping his hands on the table shook the sky: "These barbarians are so vicious, they slaughtered all women, children, children, and children. ."

Li Shimian took over the Di Bao. Their identities, these secret guards in the northern Xinjiang, they only knew about it, and it was not clear that this Di Bao would be read out in the morning.

Zhang Xianqi still maintained a certain literati demeanor after just a few words, but Li Shimian couldn't control it so much.

"He **, dog ****, ****" are all words that can't be written, either with the dog or with the female immediate family members of the other party, vulgar, and face-to-face.

Catch the thief first to capture the king, and scold people first to scold the mother.

The emotional Li Shimian looked at Lin and Miao a little astonished. This man is so capable of scolding, that a shrew would have to shout when he met him on the street.

After spraying for 10 minutes, it finally stopped, but my physical strength was still a bit weak.

Zhu Zhanchang waited for him to stop and said, "The two censors, Mr. Lin Miao is the owner of the newspaper and the shopkeeper of Qiqi Literature. In the future, Mr. Lin Miao will read your manuscripts before publishing them in the newspaper."

Li Shimian, who had just stopped, immediately became angry again when he heard the news: "Five Highness, although the two of us are not high officials, but we both studied hard for ten years and passed the jinshi exam, you can't believe us. The two of you?"

The tone of speaking with Zhu Zhanchang was much better, at least not irritating, but the tone was full of dissatisfaction and why.

Zhu Zhanchang no longer intends to reason with the big trolls: "It's settled like this, you two write articles, and Mr. Lin Miao does the editing work. If it is deliberately embarrassing, I will not accept your articles. I believe I am willing to give them to you. There are not many people who write articles in newspapers.”

These imperial censors still have to press them down, or they will climb on your head, especially because Lin Miao is a commoner, but Lin Miao is nominally the boss of Daming Daily. Shi and himself were also stubborn, how could Lin Miao hold them down?
Follow me, you can have a temper, but your temper can't get in the way of my business, or I'll change it for you. Although you Li Shimian wrote a very good article with a strong incendiary, it is not necessary for you.

Zhu Zhanchang's strength made Li Shimian slumped. He only wrote a newspaper once, and the benefits made it difficult for him to refuse. Which literati and imperial censor can reject his own ideas and influence so many people.

Seeing that Li Shimian stopped talking, Zhu Zhanchang said, "Is your mission clear, Yushi Li?"

"Understood." Although he was not convinced by being yelled at by a ten-year-old child, but after all, he had the final say, and Li Shimian didn't want to lose his way of making a newspaper.

"Okay, let's start now, Zhang Xianqi, you are in charge of the big page of the homepage, I have an idea, what do you guys think?"

"Please speak, Your Highness."

"In this incident in northern Xinjiang, the names of all the people who died were written on the cover of the newspaper, 120 households, a total of 210 nine people, you write well, you write it."

"Ah?" Zhang Xianqi, Lin Miao and others were all stunned.

"His Royal Highness, I'm afraid this is not good." Lin Miao, who usually rarely raises objections, also stood up and questioned this time.

Zhang Xianqi was even more surprised: "His Royal Highness, this is inappropriate. The people who have died will be reported by their names, disturbing their souls and not sleeping peacefully."

Zhu Zhanchang said indignantly: "The deceased are all my Ming people. Most of the boys in the family are on the border of the country. Don't they even know their names when they die? I want everyone to know who the northern barbarians killed, who were children. It is women and children, and the people of our Daming Dynasty, let the people in this rich land in the south of the Yangtze River know what the compatriots in the northern Xinjiang are going through."

Zhu Zhanchang made up his mind, and handed a pen with ink to Zhang Xianqi: "You can write, the font size can be different, as you play, write down all the people with names and surnames in the newspaper."

"His Royal Highness has different font sizes and forms, so I'm afraid it will be troublesome to engrave."

"Write! Write until I am satisfied. Tonight, I ordered the craftsman to re-create the printing template."

This time the newspaper is of great importance. As long as the first edition can pass, the emperor will support him in the difficulty of printing, and it is fine to spend a lot of money.

Zhang Xianqi nodded, picked up the pen, the ink dripped on the newspaper, and he didn't start writing for a long time, looking at the name in the newspaper, as if it was not the name, but the wailing ghosts.

To write their grievances and sufferings on paper, this is a battlefield, the pen in the hand is like a spear, to avenge them.

His hands trembled constantly, and the moment he wrote the pen, he felt like a soldier fighting on the battlefield.

The next day, Zhu Di held a newspaper, and he couldn't help crying. The front page of the newspaper was full of crooked and messy names, which were the names of the Ming people who were massacred by Oirat this time.

Each name is irregular, different in size and shape, and even many ink dots are messy, crooked and twisted like a ghost trapped on paper crying for grievance.

Although it looks disorganized, Zhang Xianqi's writing skills are profound, and every name is not sloppy. He put his full anger on paper. After writing this piece of paper, he drank a jar of wine and got himself drunk like a mud.

After reading the newspaper, Zhu Di was so angry that he almost tore it up. There is only one copy of this thing that has not been printed yet, and Zhang Xianqi would not be able to write it again if he wrote it again.

Fortunately, Zhu Zhanchang stopped in time.

"Print, print it all out, I will let the streets and alleys of Tiancheng, no, all the territories of the Ming Dynasty get this newspaper, and let the young people of the Ming Dynasty know the shamelessness and hate of the barbarians in the northern border."

"Li Shimian's "Invitation to Master Wang's Expedition Form" is also very well written. I like this sentence: Please invite the master of a hundred battles to conquer Mobei, and protect the women and children of Daming in peace and happiness. An Ning. Well written, I want to seal the wolf house."

"Also, Zhang Xianqi rewarded one hundred taels of silver, and Li Shimian also rewarded one hundred taels of silver, and Li Shimian added the imperial censor of Youqidu."

Li Shimian didn't expect to be beaten to death, but the official fortune he had been pursuing for so long was actually included in two newspaper articles. As for Zhang Xianqi, he was a jinshi who had just graduated and was young, so he didn't get promoted, but this cover The character of the book has already been spread among the contemporary literati of Ming Dynasty, and this text should be left in the history of the youth.

He is more slicker than Li Shimian, and his official luck is not a problem.

"Zhanchang, you have done a good job. I will not reward you for the time being. I will arrange the printing. It will be sent out tomorrow. The newspaper will be sent to Shuntian Prefecture first through the canal."

"Your Majesty, it is more difficult to print the name of the homepage. We need to re-create the template according to Zhang Xianqi's words..."

"All the craftsmen are assigned by you, but those who do not follow will be at your disposal."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhu Di went on to say: "Lu Zhen, you go to prepare first, Zhanchang will immediately prepare for the imperial city military parade with Lu Shangshu after finishing the printing of the newspaper, there must be no mistake."

Zhu Zhanchang was helpless, this was a rotation arranged for himself, and he basically didn't get much rest last night.

But now there is a war, everything is tense, I don't have to go to the battlefield, everyone else is busy setting out, and everyone is not free, so it is appropriate to stay in the imperial city and run.

Get on the carriage and arrange the printing first, and let Lin Miao follow him. Lin Miao must be familiar with these things in charge of the newspaper, and he must let the key nodes know that he is Lin Miao's backstage, otherwise it is easy for Lin Miao to be a civilian. despised.

Today, everything is hurried and slow. The craftsmen have to re-design the printing template according to Zhang Xianqi's words. Because these words are not regular words, they have to be specially customized.

The craftsmen did not dare to slack off, and they were careful every time. When it was about to be determined, Zhu Zhanchang added the news of the military parade in the imperial city in a few days.

After arranging things, the supervisor handed it over to Lin Miao and Ma Xiang, and he rushed to the gate of the imperial city without stopping.

The Minister of Rites was at the gate of the imperial city at this time, and the officials next to him were holding blueprints, and several people were pointing.

"His Royal Highness."

Several people bowed respectfully to Zhu Zhanchang, and Zhu Zhanchang asked, "Lv Shangshu, where is it now?"

"His Royal Highness, the main street at the gate of the city is going to be wider. We are discussing whether to widen it."

"Is it urgent to expand the time?"

"Only this section of the road should be in time."

Zhu Zhanchang thought for a moment: "Then let's widen it. How are the soldiers of the army preparing for the military parade in the imperial city?"

Several officials on the side were a little unhappy with Zhu Zhanchang's attitude towards the lower level after he arrived, but Lu Zhen knew that Zhu Zhanchang was ordered by the emperor. thing.

Lu Zhen said respectfully: "The soldiers have been training for more than half a month for the imperial city parade. They are all carefully selected soldiers, and their net worth is also clean. Although it is rushed, there is no major problem."

Talking about this, Zhu Zhanchang looked around the gate of the imperial city and said, "Lu Shangshu will only use Yingtianfu soldiers for this military parade, and from today, the entire Yingtianfu will be under martial law and a curfew will be imposed. Send more troops at the entrance of the city gate."

"Your Highness, the curfew requires His Majesty's consent."

"Someone will report to His Majesty later, and Master Lu will divide the task after obtaining permission."

"Sir, I understand."

Unconsciously, Zhu Zhanchang had a somewhat commanding appearance.

He carefully looked at the street drawings on Lu Zhen's hand: "Two layers of railings are set up on both sides of the main street. People who want to come in to see must go through a body search and no weapons can be brought in."

"His Royal Highness, I'm afraid there are not enough people for such a large-scale screening."

"Second uncle's guard department will be in charge of this matter, and Lu Shangshu will be in charge of installing these fences as soon as possible."

"I understand."

Zhu Zhanchang was afraid of missing something, so he stood there and thought about it for a while: "Lv Shangshu, the most important thing is that all the soldiers who are inspecting must be safe, can it be done?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness." Lu Zhen responded with a single sigh.

"I have to make a trip to Shangshu Lu about this matter. I have to go to the Guard Division. The situation in the northern Xinjiang has been serious recently, and things have been busy. If there is any rudeness, I hope that Shangshu Lu has a lot of help."

"Your Highness is serious. It is an honor for Lu Zhen to serve His Majesty and share the burden for His Majesty."

"Thank you Lu Shangshu."

Zhu Zhanchang had to rush to the Guard Division again.

Looking at the back of the carriage leaving, the officials around Lu Zhen said with some resentment: "Lu Shangshu, this Fifth Highness is very majestic. He came up to point fingers at us."

Lu Zhen glared at the official: "Don't lie."

"Lu Shangshu, this little highness has been in the limelight recently, but what is his intention?" Another official noticed that Lu Zhen's attitude towards Zhu Zhanchang was good, and there might be something in it.

The ordinary and majestic Lu Shangshu is only extremely respectful in front of the emperor, the prince, and the grandson. Even the king of Han and the king of Zhao just maintain their due manners.

The few people around were Lu Zhen's confidants, and Lu Zhen whispered: "This time, the grandson and the third highness will accompany him on the expedition. The prince is unwell, and the second highness and the fifth highness will assist in the supervision of the country."

"Supervising the country? Several people are surprised."

In addition to doing what is part of the official, there is another very important thing, that is, guessing the holy will.

"This Fifth Highness is extremely smart. It seems that the newspaper is also related to the Fifth Highness."

"Newspaper? Wasn't it made by the owner of Yunde Teahouse? No wonder I said why the imperial censor would post articles on it."

"It's just what I heard, please don't make false statements. We as ministers must share the worries of Your Majesty, especially at such a critical moment, where no mistakes can be made, and the Fifth Highness's orders must be obeyed."

Others bowed their heads one after another: "Only Lu Shangshu follows his lead."

Lu Zhenqi has a bad reputation as a person, but he is very good at being an official. He knows when he can't go wrong, and he knows how to show his favor in front of his superiors. No sound can escape his ears. No matter who the superior is replaced, he is always useful person.

This is his way of being an official.

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