Retrograde for thousands of years

Chapter 68 Picking Peaches

three days later.

Zhou Huan spent these days running between the newspaper office, Ruyi Building and the factory.

There are no fancy machines in the printing shop, but the productivity in this world is not bad either.

Thanks to the existence of true energy in this society, thanks to the meticulous operations of the warriors, Zhou Huan does not have to think about climbing the technology tree in this world to find out how to make ink and living metal characters, and at the same time solve various technical details to start the publishing industry.

A real martial arts master can hit dozens of swords in one second, and can also ensure dozens of changes in his moves. This kind of person who exceeds the eighth level of fitter has super hard, super fast and super accurate golden fingers, so last week Huan All you need to do is lay out the layout, and then a martial arts master will carve it on the dried wood.Those carving knives imbued with true energy, with extremely flexible and precise techniques, quickly carved into woodblocks, which were then brushed with ink and printed.

Thanks to the Tangmen, they invented a series of by-products when making poisons. This high-quality ink was one of them and was widely used in the Liang Dynasty.

Thanks to Momen, who like to disguise themselves and make forged official documents and banknotes, they are now the leading paper supplier in Daliang. They can provide qualified and high-quality newspapers, and they can also increase supply in a short time.

Thanks to the Swallow Gate, a primitive logistics system was established. At the same time, nothing could deliver news faster than a galloping horse, and people who delivered newspapers worked faster and harder than oxen and horses.

Thanks to cctv... No, the Ministry of Rites also has a series of yamen. The commonality of bureaucracy and the protection of the Wudang Clan, so they pretended not to see what Zhou Huan did these days, allowing Zhou Huan to fill the market in the shortest possible time. Blank - But I still don't want to thank you. Shopkeeper Sun stuffed a lot of voluntary and involuntary money into various major yamen.

Among them, the Tang Sect was founded by Tang Yunniang.

140 years ago, after the death of Princess Pingyang, Tang Yunniang founded the Tang Sect in Shu.

Although she never married, she adopted her brother's grandson as her successor. As time passed, Miss Tang became Aunt Tang, and then she became Mrs. Tang. She had white hair and a beautiful face, and her black hair turned gray. The portrait of her hanging in the lobby of Tangmen has not changed.

It's a pity that Zhou Huan didn't dare to pin his hope of finding Tang Yunniang on the Tang Clan. Tang Yunniang has killed many scum of the Tang Clan over the years. She even publicized that she had nothing to do with the Tang Clan. The father of the current head of the Tang Clan was killed by Tang Yunniang. Get rid of it.

New newspapers were printed in unison. When you opened the newspaper, you could see a four-panel cartoon on the front page. The first picture showed a man drinking wine and tasting fennel beans, and another little girl standing there. beside.

In the second picture, a man is eating candied haws. Not far away, several barbarians are pulling a group of little girls. The faces of these little girls are all blurry, except for one who is eleven or twelve years old.

The scroll changes backwards. The man kills a Hu man with a bamboo stick of candied haws, while the girl holds the arm of another Hu man and bites it off.

The four pictures in total are not long. There is a line below. It says that Wang Huan lives in Chuzhou City. His sister was kidnapped by a group of gangsters and disappeared. Wang Huan learned the news and knew that his sister had arrived in the capital, so he came to look for her. Therefore, she went to the capital. The newspaper published such a missing person notice, hoping that his sister would contact him after seeing it.

Wang Huan's sister is called Wang Yunniang, but no one would think of Tang Yunniang, because people in the world have long stopped calling her Tang Yunniang, and few people even know Tang Yunniang's name. Instead, she is called Aunt Tang, Laozu, or Tang Yunniang. Grandmaster.

As for how she and Zhou Huan met in Yongzhou City, no one knew about it. She had never told anyone about that experience, and no words had been handed down. It was even less likely that Zhou Huan would have told anyone about that experience back then, so that people would know what he was like. Saved a little girl.

As long as she reads the newspaper, she knows that the ancients have been reborn.

This picture was printed on the lower right side of the front page. Before founding the newspaper, Zhou Huan had negotiated with those people. This page was reserved for Zhou Huan, and within a year, he would only publish this missing person.

The reason why it was one year was that Zhou Huan felt that if Tang Yunniang couldn't see this scene within a year, he would have to think of other ways.

This was Zhou Huan's method of searching for people, the method of constantly spreading leaflets all over the world to find Tang Yunniang, instead of entrusting an agency and a few people to go and inquire in the vast sea of ​​people.

"Mr. Zhou, how should we arrange the layout of the next advertisement?"

Someone asked from the side, that was the apprentice hired.What is the most difficult thing about running a newspaper in this world?It is not just a matter of funding channels, but also because this is a commercial newspaper in the true sense, so every move on the newspaper requires groundbreaking work.

At first, not many people were optimistic about Zhou Huan's move to run a newspaper. They thought that after excluding the cost and labor expenses, it would not make much money. However, they did not expect that the advertising fees would make a lot of money.

Several shops and merchants who were asked to do friendly advertising at the beginning were very reluctant at first, but now they have made a huge profit. They are now crying and asking Zhou Huan to renew the advertising space at the original price. Of course, this is impossible. Now, even if the current price is increased by twenty times, Zhou Huan even considered the most expensive one, which would be increased by fifty times.

"According to the agreement, we are a new newspaper. We must not ruin our reputation. It doesn't matter if we make less money."

Zhou Huan said to Qing Meng beside him, there are four Wudang disciples around Zhou Huan now, and they are closely protecting Zhou Huan.

"No problem, we will definitely pay attention."

As long as any industry makes money, there will be many people following suit. In the past two days, several imitation newspapers have appeared in Beijing, but they are more than a few blocks behind the Beijing Times.

Everyone knows that the main reason for the sudden rise of Beijing Times is Zhou Huan. Without this person, there might not even be a newspaper now.

"Boss, it's bad. The Ministry of Etiquette sent someone to say that the writing style of Jinghua Times is exaggerated, obscene, pornographic, and requested that the publication be suspended for rectification!"

An apprentice ran over and said loudly to Zhou Huan.

"what?"

Zhou Huan frowned. Although Jinghua Times had transferred a lot of money these days, Boss Sun had to take care of everything and was very cautious in publishing articles.

At this time, a group of people walked in. The leader was wearing a sixth-grade official uniform. His expression was arrogant, and behind him were a group of ill-intentioned government servants. Behind him, he was dragging a man groaning in pain.

That was the martial artist invited by Shopkeeper Sun, and his body was covered in blood. "The Beijing Times is so courageous. This official came to inspect and dared to let his subordinates attack this official!"

As soon as the official's voice fell, Master Qin argued loudly: "I didn't do anything at all. I just blocked you from informing the master that you broke my legs after holding me with your official skin..."

"Snapped!"

Someone kicked Martial Master Qin in the face, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

"Talk a lot, who is Wang Huan?"

The official nodded and asked.

"who are you?"

Zhou Huanyi did not bow his head, and Zhou Huanyi did not surrender on his own, but asked lightly.

"I have been an official in the Ministry of Etiquette for thousands of years. Why don't you, a commoner, still bow to me when you see me?"

Zhou Huan's expression caused a flash of anger on Lang Wannian's face. He likes to manipulate these little guys who don't know the heights of the world, and wait until Zhou Huan falls into his hands to see how he will beg for mercy.

"Qin Yong, if something happens to you, I will take responsibility for your family. If you die, these people will be buried with you. Qingmeng, take me away."

Seeing the fear of the government from the people around him, Zhou Huan's expression remained calm.

"this?"

Qingmeng seemed a little at a loss. He had never encountered such a thing before, especially when an official came with a group of government servants. Shouldn't he have a few words at this time?

"It's hard to make money with an ugly face. The Wu-Tang Clan has made so much money, so why can't they guarantee my safety? Do you want me to go to the Yamen with this petty official and then be thrown into jail?"

There was a trace of ridicule in Zhou Huan's voice. The son of a rich man could not sit down in court and was thrown into prison. Then he found a lot of people to show off. If Zhou Huan didn't do it, no one knew what would happen if he fell into the hands of the enemy. What.

"I am Lang Wannian of the Ministry of Rites. Following the order of the Minister of Rites, I ordered the Beijing Times to suspend publication and bring Wang Huan and others to the court for interrogation."

Lang Wannian didn't bother to say more. He cut through the mess quickly and directly issued the order from Shangfeng, and then ordered the government officials to start closing the factory.

"Sir, let's take a moment to speak."

A junior official on the side pulled Zhou Huan and said with a smile, "Your name is Wang Huan. This matter is actually an order from the peak, and we are also executing the order. You see..."

He rubbed his fingers, the meaning was obvious, but Zhou Huan just shook his head.

"Mr. Wang, the equipment of the newspaper office is worth a lot of money. If it is damaged..."

"roll."

Zhou Huan said softly, but fully expressed his attitude.

"Mr. Wang, since you are not sensible, then let our people help you become sensible."

The junior official was not angry and said to his subordinates with a smile, "It's normal for good wealth to be hard to part with. Mr. Wang, don't regret it."

All this happened in front of Lang Wannian, and Qingmeng also saw it.

"Mr. Wang, why don't you be patient first? I guarantee that no one will dare to hurt you. After all, we are here from the imperial court."

Qingmeng Taoist's words made Zhou Huan frown. He looked at this usually shrewd and capable Wudang Sect master and suddenly smiled. The Wudang Sect would be damned if they didn't get the news in advance.

“That’s what the Wu-Tang Clan is like.”

The government officials began to check the Beijing Times. Their hands and feet were very rough, and it could be seen that they were deliberately damaging the equipment. The warrior lying on the ground groaned in pain, and a government official stepped on his feet and looked at Zhou Huan coldly.

"Mr. Wang, come back with us."

The little official walked up to Zhou Huan with a smile, but his expression froze in the next moment.

A ray of cold light bloomed from Zhou Huan's waist, his head flew high, and then rolled to Lang Wannian's feet with a long trail of blood.

"what!"

Lang Wannian let out a miserable scream and took two steps back.

(End of this chapter)