I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 387 Li Junxian's Hint
Ever since Dongfangbai came to Gaolaozhuang, Wang Zi'an's small courtyard has become a concentration camp for abnormal people.

Yang Siqi, Yan Wenwen and Dongfangbai are technical madmen, and Wang Zi'an himself is a martial arts idiot. These two kinds of people have a common characteristic, which is concentration. When they study problems, other people and things are automatically ignored by them.Miss Cai'er didn't think much of it. The girl here had long been used to Wang Zi'an's selfless working state, and Miss Qingzi had a big opinion.

It's understandable that she couldn't compete with Miss Haruko, but in the end she couldn't even compete with a few old and ugly men, and felt aggrieved.Li Chunfeng is also very helpless, since he worshiped this teacher, he has been treated as a coolie.Originally, he was only in charge of teaching mathematics, but now the teacher packed some bicycle by himself, and he even had to bring it with him for Gephysics class——

He touched the advanced mathematics in his arms silently, and went to class dejectedly.I've never seen such a master, who throws the textbooks to me and ignores them, and even calls himself hard, wanting to cry.

Just when it was time for a group of people to go to class and study, the city of Chang'an was full of turmoil. The popularity of the Datang Evening News made many people unable to sit still.

"We must regain the right to speak, otherwise we, the centuries-old families, will really have a critical moment of survival."

Lu Youdao, the Patriarch of the Lu family, let out a long sigh and put down the teacup in his hand.

"At this time, if we continue to have our own thoughts and plans, it will be our own destruction..."

Lu Youdao's words made everyone feel awe-inspiring, and they nodded silently. Many people quietly let go of their original small thoughts, and they all knew that Lu Youdao was right.

Outsiders think that the aristocratic families like themselves rely on the land all over the place, the huge industry, or the outstanding children who are constantly emerging, and the old disciples all over the government and the public. In fact, what many people don't know is that the most important lifeblood is Relying on the popularity accumulated over hundreds of years, this kind of popularity allows them to aloofly dominate the direction of public opinion in society. However, this dominance has been taken away today.

This Datang Evening News must die, or must be in his own hands.

"The top priority is to weaken the influence of Datang Evening News and not allow it to become monolithic, at least not let his family dominate. Second, we must find the source as soon as possible to understand why they can mass-produce."

Cui Huzhi glanced at everyone present, and sighed silently in his heart. If these people hadn't got their own ghosts, the matter would have dragged on to this point.

"Brother Cui is right. Then they beat their drums, and we beat our gongs. Based on our connections and influence, is it possible that we are afraid of a small evening newspaper? Later, everyone will send the able-bodied children of the family to come over. , we will set up a newspaper of our own in the most prosperous and lively place in Chang'an City, and the name is Hongru!"

Li Xiaochun immediately made a decision, and everyone nodded silently. At present, this is the only way to do it first.Just as everyone filed out, Li Xiaochun walked to the side of Wang Ze, the new head of the Wang family.

"Wang Tong is highly knowledgeable and has a high reputation among scholars. Now that he has resigned from the position of censor, let him come here to be in charge of "Hongru"—"

Wang Ze paused slightly, and nodded slightly, knowing that this was a compensation from these people to his brother.My family brother is very knowledgeable, but his temper is too obstinate, he doesn't listen to others' persuasion, and rushes too far. It may be a good thing for him to come out and publish this "Hongru"...

The library of "Hongru" is located in Furong Garden, where literati and refined scholars like to get together, next to the Qujiang Pool, with a wide view and beautiful scenery. The location alone is a big deal.The editors were headed by Wang Tong and several great Confucians of Hongxue, who immediately brought up the taste and style of "Hongru".On the day of the opening of the museum, great Confucian scholars gathered in Chang'an City, literati crowded shoulder to shoulder, and many dignitaries and dignitaries came to congratulate, which became a grand event in the capital for a while.

On the same day, academic masters including Kong Yingda and others wrote poems and articles for him. As soon as "Hongru" was established, a head start came, and it became a topic that scholars and scholars talked about.All of a sudden, everyone rushed to submit articles, and they were proud to be able to publish articles on "Hongru".

When Xu Zitong sent someone to tell him about it, Wang Zi'an didn't raise his head.

"Let them toss—"

He knew at the beginning of the establishment of Datang Evening News that this situation would happen sooner or later, and it was almost impossible for there to be only one Datang Evening News.Not to mention "Hongru", even if "Ruru" comes out one day, it's not surprising.Who knew that just as Xu Zitong was sent away here, Li Junxian came to the door in person, which made Wang Zi'an have to temporarily put aside the work at hand.

"No wonder you don't want to live in the big house in Chongrenfang. It turns out that there is something wrong with you—"

Li Junxian was wearing normal clothes, and he looked like a slightly stronger young master.He also didn't see outside, and when he arrived at Wang Zi'an's yard, he wandered around, curiously cleaning the transparent glass windows.

"I wondered at the beginning, why did you leave such a big window, didn't you think about it at the beginning? Tsk tsk, it's really good, it's really good—it's a pity that I'm poor——"

While talking, the fellow shook his head and glanced at Wang Zi'an.Wang Zi'an couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help joking.

"Do you want me to give you a [-]% discount?"

Li Junxian couldn't help laughing, pointing at Wang Zi'an and cursing with a smile.

"People say that you spend a lot of money, Marquis Chang'an, that is an expert who treats money like dung, look at your face, you are a proper miser, how can you have the demeanor of an expert—"

This is not a good price, it's scolding Wang Zi'an for pretending to be lofty, inviting to buy people's hearts, and a proper prodigal son.Miss Qingzi rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, Miss Cai'er smiled and said nothing, Wang Zi'an smiled and shook her head.

"It's all market gossip, what the hell—"

Wang Zi'an knew that Li Junxian was taking the opportunity to relay the comments and attitudes of some people in the court towards him, and he appreciated it, but he didn't care.Looking at my behavior after time travel, it is indeed a bit strange to fall into this era.

Floor heating and new-style stoves are all small money, not to mention, like the purification of table salt and the extraction of artemisinin, they can be said to be inexhaustible gold, good things that can be passed on to future generations, but Wang Zi's eyelids It's made public without even pinching it.This is simply stupid, not to mention people in the Tang Dynasty, even if this kind of behavior is placed in later generations, I am afraid that some people will call the Holy Mother a bitch.

But what does that matter?

Why not do it for the benefit of the world by plucking a hair?
Is it just to search for money by going through a journey by yourself?

He didn't care about these external things in his previous life, and he didn't mind even more after time travel.If you can wear it back, you are just a passer-by, and it is useless to ask for it; if you can’t go back, you will be a person of later generations, a little thought about this world, maybe a secondary school, but your soul is stable.

(End of this chapter)