Jinghong Tower

Chapter 338 Bai Yan
Jinling.

The morning and evening newspapers presented to him by his subordinates made the veins on his forehead bulge.

Jin Yiwei got the evening newspaper from a customer in the teahouse, and the customer said he bought it from a kid on the street.

Jin Yiwei searched around the streets and couldn't find the kid selling newspapers, but he seized another morning newspaper.

The streets are full of children. Ask them who has sold newspapers. They don't know the first time they ask. They cry again and roll on the floor after the third time.

"Check, check!"

Jinyiwei checked for two days and found several more newspapers, but the sources of these newspapers were no longer children, and they were given away when buying things.

When we found the shop, the proprietress said, "I'm illiterate and don't know what this is. As soon as the shop opened in the morning, I put it at the door. I looked at it but it was useless, so I gave it to the customers who were buying things."

The landlady did not dare to say that because she delivered newspapers today, business was several times better than usual. Unfortunately, there were too few newspapers, and it only took her one morning to deliver them.

Jin Yiwei had no choice but to threaten: "If there is something of unknown origin like this in the future, I will hand it over to the Yamen."

The landlady rolled her eyes: "Do you have to hand it over to the Yamen even if you pick up some money?"

"It's natural that you don't pick up things along the way." Jin Yiwei said.

The landlady nodded, understanding, this is a fool.

Yan Mi never expected that their search would make newspapers a hot commodity, especially among the young scholars who wanted to hunt for novels. They searched everywhere for newspapers. If they couldn't find them during the day, they went to the ghost market at night to look for them. In just a few days, Since then, newspapers have become popular among scholars.

At first it was just a curiosity among young people, but soon even officials became interested. Who doesn’t want to know what’s going on over there?
"Look, the author of this article is Shi Chengjun. This guy is still alive. I thought he died on the way south."

"Is this a new government decree? It actually allows farmers to find work in government offices. How unethical is this? If farmers don't farm mulberry trees, who will farm?"

"Look carefully. It says it's slack time. Farmers can go to the government office to find work during slack time. We used to do this too, letting them build roads and dig rivers during slack time."

"It's different. The winter over there is very cold and the soil is frozen. How can we build roads or dig rivers?"

"I really want to know, besides building roads and digging rivers, what other jobs can farmers do in the government office?"

I don't know who brought the first evening newspaper into the back house. Among the officials' family members, most were literate, not to mention the many talented women in Jiangnan.

So the evening newspaper began to circulate quietly in the boudoir. There were food scriptures, serialized story books, elegant and elegant new words in the evening newspaper, and even interesting anecdotes about famous people.

"Look, Mr. Jieying was drunk in a restaurant and was carried into a carriage by two young men. Is it true or not? Will a person as beautiful as Mr. Jieying be carried away by others?"

"I do not believe."

"I don't believe it either, show me."

"And this Mr. Yao who wrote the storybook, how come I haven't heard of him in the capital before?"

"This person is so annoying. He only writes a short paragraph each time. I don't know when Scholar Niu will see Miss Ma."

The new emperor also knew about these two newspapers. He warned that if he found the newspapers in the future, he would submit a copy to the Holy See.

The new emperor read every morning newspaper carefully, not only him, but also the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. Liu Shanhe, the first assistant, specially sent people to collect newspapers. After the newspapers were delivered, he would discuss them with his staff.

In the evening newspaper, most people read and cursed at the same time.

"Can anyone write poetry now? What is it about? The poems I wrote in the restaurant when I went to the capital to take the exam, any one of them is better than him."

"It's just that this kind of person can write poems. The most annoying thing is that such poems can be spread all over the world."

Everyone was silent, yes, even in the opposite Jiangnan, countless people were reading newspapers, so over there, weren't newspapers already very popular and popular?

In the past, their poems and articles had to be passed down orally, and by the time they could be printed into books, they were often already very old.

As for the poem in the evening newspaper, you can tell just by looking at the artistic conception of the poem that this is a young man who is just starting out.

An old man sighed: "Yesterday I heard my grandson talking about this man. My grandson can recite his poems!"

Yes, if people from thousands of miles away and poems from thousands of miles away can be remembered, that’s when you become famous.

Is it so easy to become famous these days?
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, people in Jinling were talking about one thing. On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor would go to Kaiyuan Temple to preside over porridge in person.

Every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Kaiyuan Temple will give out porridge. Before dawn, there will be a sea of ​​people outside Kaiyuan Temple. Whether they are wealthy families or ordinary people, they all want a bowl of Kaiyuan Temple's Laba porridge to dispel diseases and evil spirits and make the whole family healthy.

This year, the emperor will personally visit Kaiyuan Temple to worship heaven and earth and preside over soup porridge, which has never happened in many years.

The feedback from the people was quickly reported to the emperor, who was somewhat proud.

He Ran would never have imagined that her efforts to sell the morning and evening newspapers to Jinling would actually inspire me.

In the latest issue of the Evening News, there were two articles about Laba porridge. In addition to Laba porridge, there was also a food scripture written by a descendant of the Qin family, a wealthy family, and the Qin family's Laba dishes.

The new emperor was disdainful. This Qin family had a chief minister, but now the descendants spend their time and thoughts on such useless things. It is really ridiculous.

He Ran, you are misleading people!
However, these Laba porridge and Laba dishes inspired the emperor.

There must be something that makes people happy, so that people can not only feel the emperor's grace, but also feel that I am a wise king who loves the people like a son.

Nothing is more intuitive and less expensive than soup kitchen.

The emperor robbed the Qian family and gained 700,000 taels of silver. However, compared with the more than 2 million taels lost from He Ran, these 700,000 taels were nothing.

Moreover, the 700,000 taels of silver did not go into the emperor's private treasury, but went directly into the state treasury.

But the more than two million taels taken away by He Ran were the emperor's private money.

The emperor now gets angry when people ask for money, but as the New Year is approaching, there are many places where money is needed, so the emperor has been angry every day recently.

But giving porridge does not cost money, because it is the incense money of Kaiyuan Temple. The emperor presides over the porridge, which is just a show. Regardless of whether he goes or not, Kaiyuan Temple will give porridge every day.

I heard that the people were very excited when they learned that the emperor was going to give porridge. The emperor was very happy. After so many days, there was finally something that made me happy.

The turning point of things happened on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

That day, the morning and evening newspapers were once again presented to the emperor.

The emperor took a look at the dates above and saw that they were all from five days ago.

Although he was a mortal enemy that he looked down upon, the emperor still admired He Ran somewhat.

It only took five days to deliver newspapers from the capital to Jinling, which was extremely fast.

He Ran: Thank you for the feedback. It is indeed too slow. I am trying to find a way to solve this problem.

The emperor picked up the morning newspaper and read it. After all, He Ran was too short-sighted.

There are various laws and regulations in this morning newspaper, and I even have to explain them in detail because I am afraid that people will not understand them. There are also various data reported by local government offices, which makes it clear at a glance.

The emperor snorted coldly: I don't even need to send details to know these important things.

He Ran personally brought all kinds of information to me.

He Ran: You are really smart. But as he watched, the smile on the emperor's lips disappeared.

At the bottom of the first page of the morning paper, there was an article of about a thousand words, signed by Bai Yan.

The article is about the tyranny of King Qi when he was in Qingzhou!
The name is: The Sorrow of Qingzhou.

The King of Qi in the article made a lot of money, but he pretended to be compassionate and hypocritical.

The King of Qi was lustful and collected young girls between the ages of six and ten to behave like animals in vain. An old friend of the Prince of Qi reported to Feng Zan that a mass grave outside Qingzhou City was the burial ground of the Prince of Qi.

Feng Zan sent people to dig out the corpses of a large number of children. The number was shocking.

When the news came out, Qingzhou City was filled with pristine conditions, and the people spontaneously bought coffins for those poor girls. There were also families who had lost their daughters. When they learned of the cause of their daughter's death, a woman died in front of the Prince Qi's Mansion, her blood... Splash on the spot.

Bai Yan, a scholar from Qingzhou, had a daughter on his knees, whom he regarded as a bright pearl.

Unfortunately, the young daughter was abducted by the King of Qi and her body was buried in a mass grave. Bai's wife sadly lost her beloved daughter and passed away.

Bai Yan had no way to sue, but was targeted by King Qi's minions with the intention of silencing him.

The ancestral property of the Bai family was burned down by the Qi King's minions, and a friend's servant was unfortunately killed.

Bai Yan narrowly escaped death and escaped from Qingzhou, only to save his life.

The emperor's face became paler and paler, Bai Yan, it was Bai Yan who wrote the article.

This Bai Yan, is he exposing his family scandal?
Doesn't he feel ashamed that his daughter was ravaged to death?

Instead, write it in the morning paper and publicize it?
Bai Yan single-handedly finally angered the emperor.

The emperor suddenly felt that the name Bai Yan sounded familiar.

He asked Eunuch Xia: "Have you heard of the name Bai Yan?"

Eunuch Xia didn't see the morning newspaper, but he also felt that the name was familiar. Suddenly, he remembered something and said: "Your Majesty, Wu De once looked for him everywhere, and the old slave asked his sons to help keep an eye on him."

The emperor was startled. Wu De was his chief eunuch when he was in his dormitory. Wu De was responsible for the purchase of the girl and the aftermath.

Wu De knew too many secrets, so before the emperor left for the capital, he made Wu De and his two godsons disappear.

Of course, it was only said to the outside world that the father and son took advantage of the chaos and stole things from the palace and escaped.

The emperor frowned: "Go and call Yan Mi."

Yan Mi arrived soon, and the emperor asked: "Do you know this person Bai Yan?"

Yan Mi nodded: "Bo Yan, he used to be the teacher of King Zhao. At that time, many scholars thought that his knowledge and reputation were not worthy of being the teacher of King Zhao. Later, he may not have felt worthy, so he invited himself to follow Feng Zan's army to Lu. He has returned to the capital now.”

Yan Mi found that every time he said something, the emperor's face darkened.

What's going on here?
Although Bai Yan had been the teacher of King Zhao, he had no power and was only a small figure in the army of Ran.

Why did the emperor ask him?
"He is under He Ran. Why didn't you report such a big thing?" the emperor asked.

Yan Mi was even more confused. Did he want every one of He Ran's subordinates to report to the Holy Spirit?
There was no such rule before.

I heard that He Ran also raised a parrot. That parrot has a very high status. Do you want to report this matter as well?
Yan Mi was confused.

He found the job increasingly difficult.

The emperor was so angry that he tore the morning newspaper to pieces.

Eunuch Xia did not dare to ask, fearing that the emperor would still be angry, so he took out the evening newspaper while collecting the scraps of paper.

Eunuch Xia stuffed the evening newspaper into his arms. Although he was literate, he didn't really like reading.

Eunuch Xia only carefully put away the morning and evening newspapers that the emperor had read before, for the emperor to review later, because the emperor said that He Ran's newspapers could be read as intelligence.

But Eunuch Xia himself had never seen it himself.

Today's evening newspaper cannot be archived.

Eunuch Xia was suddenly curious. The morning newspaper had been torn up by the emperor and could not be read, but the evening newspaper was still there.

I don't know what was in the morning newspaper, which made Long Yan furious.

Will it be in the evening paper too?

Eunuch Xia took out the evening newspaper and read it. As soon as he saw it, he was attracted.

What's all this in the evening paper? It's so interesting.

This fragrance recipe for removing body odor is really good. I will try it later. I am a eunuch, and my place is not up to par. Leakage of urine is common. The older I get, the more leakage occurs. This kind of fragrance that can be carried everywhere, if it is really If it is useful, it will solve a big problem for thousands of eunuchs. It can be said to be a treasure for eunuchs and a must-have for home and travel.

And this Yurongtang fragrance powder, is it really so white and fine when applied? Can pores not be visible?
Eunuch Xia touched his face. The scented powder he was using now was given by the Empress. Although it was very white, after applying it, the pores appeared to be very large, so he could only see from a distance but not in detail.

And this article, what kind of perverted emperor lives in Jinling, nonsense.

No, Jinling? emperor?

Eunuch Xia read the article at a glance and was stunned on the spot.

Suddenly, there was a warm feeling between the legs, and liquid dripped from the trouser legs.

He leaked again, and this time more than usual.

The morning newspaper in the palace was torn up, and the evening newspaper was put away by Eunuch Xia, but there were not only one morning newspaper and one evening newspaper in Jinling City.

Almost overnight, the officials and scholars in Jinling City, as well as the women in the boudoir, were talking about one thing.

There are two people in this thing.

That one and Boyan.

What appeared in the morning paper was a complaint written by Bai Yan himself.

In the evening paper, there was an article with an anonymous signature.

This article is written in plain language and the wording is vulgar, describing the emperor as a big worm and a perverted old monster.

There was a lot of discussion and speculation.

The next day, rumors about the emperor's perverted hobby began to spread in the streets, alleys, teahouses and restaurants. There was no way, there were also literate people in the city. Although the morning and evening newspapers were not cheap, they were not too expensive to buy. Since then, there are still a lot of people willing to spend money to buy and take a look.

That night, the emperor tossed and turned in anger because of the article in the morning newspaper.

After that night, the emperor's image among the people changed.

I made up this Kaiyuan Temple. I don’t know if there is anyone with the same name in the history of Jinling. The reason why I use this name is because I just visited Kaiyuan Temple today, but it was in Quanzhou.