A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Wen Yanbo's study was gloomy and gloomy.

An official looked at the frustrated people and said with a smile: "No need to panic. Just think about it. Even if he sends the tabloid to various places, he only has one copy in each place and has to copy it. How long will it take? We can also Send it over! And we will have more people copying!"

"Yes!" Lu Hui was delighted, "In this way we can also send people quickly to various places."

"I can't deliver it!" Wen Yanbo shook his head and sighed, "Don't think this is simple, but even if it's a delivery shop, do you know how much money the court has to pay every year? We don't have the money."

It’s not that there is no money, but the amount is too huge and everyone is reluctant to part with it. This kind of thing can only be done at the national level. Doing it privately is too expensive and the key is that it is taboo.

Say, what do you want to do with a delivery shop?

There are many similarities between delivery stores and inns in the future. There will be some stores twenty or thirty miles apart, and even further away there will be large delivery stores, which can be regarded as a way to solve employment problems.

"Then how about we also let the couriers deliver the goods?" An official thought this would work.

But everyone looked at him like a fool, and Sima Guang said: "Not to mention the annual subsidy of 10,000 yuan from Beimang Newspaper, why did the government allow this? Don't forget that the officials agree with the New Deal."

Only after Zhao Shu agreed with the New Deal did he agree to take Beimang Newspaper's ride to the delivery shop. What is Huiying Newspaper?

Hui Ying Bao specifically opposed the New Deal and was Zhao Shu’s enemy. Would he agree foolishly?

idiot!

"Look, a newspaper can't change the world!"

Wen Yanbo knew that he had to suppress it, otherwise the people of the old party would lose their support.

But even a newspaper is amazing!

At most, they just copy it, and then storytellers go around to spread the word that there will be no obstacles to the New Deal.

Sima Guang walked out of Wen's house and stood outside the gate. He stared at the sun in the sky in a daze.

This moment is just the beginning of the year. In future generations, those otakus and otakus would say that this is the rising sun, but in Sima Guang's eyes, it is the artistic conception of sunset.

He was depressed, but Zhang Dun was very high-spirited.

Just when he was in high spirits, two men with sullen faces came over, "But Zhang Dun?"

"yes!"

Madman Zhang Dunzhang was also a little confused at the moment.

"I'm from the Imperial City Department, let's take a walk."

Madman Zhang stood up and said loudly: "This is persecution! Don't be afraid of me! The worst I can do is chop him into pieces with a knife, otherwise I will still be a good man!"

He said this very smoothly, but it was a description in a novel.

When he arrived at the Imperial City Division, his expression remained unchanged.

"Shen An said that when the Beimang News spread all over the world, people from our Imperial City Department opened bookstores everywhere, and set up a printing shop in every prefecture. Did you know?"

Well!

Zhang Dun's mind turned and he said, "This is... someone was saying that there was no place to print the Beimang newspaper, so they could only copy it, but the Duke didn't explain, so it was here!"

He was worrying about this matter and was about to go talk to Wang Yu, but he didn't expect that Shen An had already prepared some tricks.

"The people in the Imperial City Department need a legitimate job to do. You need a place to print newspapers and distribute them. In this way, both sides will benefit."

Zhang Baibian just informed him, lest when the Imperial City Division starts printing Beimang News at its strongholds in various places, Madman Zhang would jump out and say that this is shameful piracy.

After Zhang Dun left, Zhang Baibian said: "Instruct the spies from all over the country to watch this matter closely. Every newspaper should write down what the people said and report it directly to Bianliang."

"yes."

Zhang Baibian got up and walked out.

It was very cold, but he didn't notice it at all.

"This New Deal is becoming more and more prosperous. It is true as Shen An said, the general trend of the world is great, those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. The old party wants to go against heaven, so suppress it!"

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On the first day of the eighth year of Zhiping, the streets of Chengdu were filled with joy.

The New Year is here, and everyone is wandering on the streets, enjoying the most pleasant time of the year.

A soldier rushed into the transportation department on horseback and immediately delivered the documents from the court.

"What's this?"

The little official who handed over asked curiously when he saw that the soldiers in the carriage still kept a few things.

"It's a tabloid!"

The soldiers set off again and then delivered the tabloid to a bookstore.

"Why are you here now?" The clerk in the bookstore complained. After taking out the tabloid and checking that it was correct, he sent it to the back.

There was a craftsman waiting behind him. When he saw that he had brought a tabloid, he shouted: "Come and do the typesetting."

More than a dozen men came out, took copper plates and movable type and started typesetting.

"You said we are secret spies, why do we need to learn this?"

"This type of movable type is simple. If you learn this skill, it will be a way to survive if the Imperial City Division doesn't want us in the future."

"Too."

Typesetting is difficult to do at first, but it becomes faster once you get familiar with it.

After the typesetting is completed, everyone reviews each other's mistakes.

"Print it."

The last thing is printing.

Brand-new tabloids came out one after another.

The tabloid was then handed over to the delivery shop.

"Send it to everywhere immediately."

"As you command!"

Those couriers carried government documents and Beimang newspapers to various places.

Meishan, Su Shi’s hometown, is quite lively at the moment.

There is nothing much going on at the beginning of the year, so it’s fun for everyone to go out and wander around with their families.

I don’t know when it started, but there were more teahouses here.

There is a storyteller in the teahouse who tells novels every day, which is quite interesting.

When you enter the teahouse, you buy tea and snacks, slap the children when they make noise, then drink tea and listen to novels...

"... I saw Fang Xing pull out his long sword, point it at Ji Gang, and shout: Traitor, eat a certain sword. The sword energy spurted out, turned into a fist and flew away. Ji Gang stretched out his hand to block, and with a bang, He was actually punched and sent flying..."

The storyteller covered his eyebrows with his hands and looked into the distance, "This punch is called Baji Fist, and it knocked Ji Gang flying thirty thousand miles away..."

"Thirty thousand miles? That Fang Xing is really powerful!"

"That Fang Xing is a genius, and he has a treasure trove of magic weapons with him. How can Ji Gang defeat him?"

"With one more blow from the ax, Ji Gang is probably going to die."

"Yes! Ji Gang is going to kill me!"

Ji Gang was the villain, and everyone couldn't help but rejoice when they heard that he was punched away by the protagonist Fang Xing.

At this time, a man walked in quickly and handed a tabloid to the storyteller.

The gentleman coughed dryly, patted the table with the paperweight, and said, "This is called Fang Dehua's invincible fist, and Ji Gang's embarrassment. He can predict what will happen next, and we will explain it next time."

"It's gone now? Hey!"

"I want to watch Fang Dehua fight against Wala! The leader of Wala has magic archery skills, I think it will be a good fight."

"Everyone," the storyteller said sternly, "The latest Beimang report has arrived. I read it to everyone, and everyone is quiet!"

As expected, everyone was quiet, and even the children were sitting obediently, or lying in their father's arms.

Ever since Beimang News was read here for the first time, everyone has known a lot of things through this newspaper. Whether it is affairs in the DPRK or foreign vassals, this newspaper has them all.

The desire for knowledge is human instinct. Who doesn’t want to know about the major events in the world?

But you don’t have the ability!

So Beimang Newspaper has done a good thing.

As everyone sat upright, they saw the storyteller quickly browse the newspaper, then coughed dryly and began to read the newspaper.

"Today's news is about the benefits of free service money..."

"In the Song Dynasty, the government officials in various places were short of manpower to do their work. If there was a shortage, they would be apportioned from the private sector and let the common people take turns to serve..."

Everyone knows this, and is afraid of it when it comes to mentioning it.

"But the service lasted for a year and a half, and the young men in the family were also sent away. As a result, no one cultivated the fields in the family. When the servants returned, there was no food left in the family... countless families were ruined because of this."

The people below nodded.

"Later, during the reign of the late emperor, the imperial court proposed to try out the law of exemption from service in one place. What is the law of exemption from service? I guess those here are not very clear. Here I will follow what is said in the newspaper..."

"The exemption law allows wealthy households to pay money to the government, and the government uses the money to hire people to serve. In this way, those who serve have money, and their wives and children at home have food and clothing. It can be said to be good governance."

"That's wrong!" Someone said: "Sir, someone over there said that this is a bad law, saying that the exemption law is a bad law that exploits the people."

"Yes! Someone's father-in-law lives in the countryside, and some gentry say this is an evil law, specially designed to harm the people. It's scary!"

"Nonsense!" Mr. Storyteller frowned and said, "Do I listen to you or someone else? No, I listen to the tabloids."

Everyone laughed and fell silent.

The storyteller continued: "Some people call the exemption law a bad law. Why? Because the exemption law is ultimately a method of robbing the rich and giving to the poor. The government collected the money from the rich, but the people did not need to pay. Yes. With this money, the government can recruit laborers, do we have any laborers here?"

Someone raised their hand and said, "That's it."

"Do you have any money now?" asked the storyteller.

"Yes! I just sometimes say I have no money."

"That's deceiving." The storyteller continued: "The rich and the poor vary from place to place. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Rich places have surpluses, and the government does not collect those surpluses, and subsidizes poor places to recruit laborers. Husband, please pay attention, then who, you said just now that you sometimes have no money, you are just trying to trick you, have you seen it, it is said here, how can you have no money when it comes to subsidies from the DPRK and China?"

The servant stood up and said blankly: "Last time I went to beg for money, I said I was poor. I'm afraid it will be difficult this year, so I asked you to be patient. Wait two months, but the rice and grain at home are about to run out. He's so flustered, he just sneaked in, and he can't even afford tea!"

"You were deceived!" The storyteller picked up the newspaper, pointed at that place and said, "Look, it says here, North Korea and China provide subsidies. Just ask him and say that North Korea and China have subsidies. What about the money? What if? If he coaxes you again, just go find the patrol censor and deal with him!"

"That's right! The inspection censor will come to Meishan the day after tomorrow. Just wait and file a complaint. That person must have deducted your money, and he will be in trouble when the time comes!"

"Yes! Don't be afraid!"

The waiter nodded, "Okay, I'll go find him now."

After he left, the storyteller continued to read: "The officials and ministers are looking at the world. What is the world? The people all add up to the world. But some people are rich and some are poor. What should the officials do? They can only live in the middle. Adjust and let the rich take out some money and food. In the future, this will be a tax, that is to say, the rich will have to pay more taxes in the future..."

"It's said here again, just wait and listen." The storyteller coughed dryly and took a sip of tea. Someone came to refill the water. He nodded and continued reading: "Why do some people say that the exemption from service is a bad law? Because those people don't If you are willing to pluck a hair, you will benefit the world. What is plucking a hair? It means you pluck a leg hair..."

"Hahahaha!" The crowd roared with laughter.

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