Jingkang's difficulty, Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan's father and son were taken captive, Zhao Gou ascended the throne and took over this mess, the current Great Song Dynasty can be said to have no money and no one to ask for money, and a lot of the pillars of the court and the central government are still detained in the Jin Kingdom, not to mention gold and silver, and the entire imperial city has been copied to the bottom.

So now that Xu Zizhen told him this, he heard a few key words in his ears - asking for money, money, soldiers, and most importantly, what he said could be known to everyone in the world.

Zhao Gou's interest was immediately aroused, and at this time, he didn't care how dangerous Xu Zizhen was to him, he only asked anxiously: "Brother Xian, what is this Ministry of Information doing?" Is it a bit inappropriate to open one in addition to the six? ”

"The Ministry of Information will do one thing, that is, to inform the people of your important thoughts, Seventh Master, and let the military and civilians of the whole country follow you." Xu Zizhen explained unhurriedly, "To put it mildly, the people of the Great Song Dynasty today have no confidence, so if we want to strengthen the country, we must first strengthen the hearts of the people, for example, today's victory in our battle, we have to tell them that there is nothing to be afraid of golden dogs, let's get serious and beat them into dogs." ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Gou already understood what he meant, but Xu Zizhen hadn't finished speaking, he paused specially, and then lowered his voice and said: "Wait a little longer, you will not only be the official family of the people, but also their spiritual leader, because they can see the hope of a strong country from you, and at that time, if you want to conscript, you will conscript, afraid that no one will be?" If you want to collect grain, you will collect grain, afraid that there will be no rice? ”

Zhao Gou's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, he understands the general meaning of this, it is definitely a good idea, if it can go on like this, the people will naturally worship him as a god.

But...... He soon became entangled again, because first, he also wanted to win battles every day, but where did such a good thing come from? Second, Xu Zizhen hasn't told him how to let the people of the world know this.

Seeing Zhao Gou frowning and thinking, Xu Zizhen didn't have to guess what he was struggling with, smiled and said, "What we have to do is to run a newspaper, what is a newspaper...... Seventh Master, you should have a mansion here, right? ”

Zhao Gou was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes." With that, he took a copy from the table at hand.

Xu Zizhen took it and looked at it, it was a scroll, opened it was a piece of paper full of things, made like a calligraphy hanging in the hall, but the size was smaller, and the content inside was also some decent things, a certain prefecture and a county suddenly encountered a flood that was rare in a century, and a certain prefect died of illness and so on.

Syllable!

Xu Zizhen casually threw it back on the table, pouted, and said, "What are these things written, it's wordy and boring, and there is no useful content yet, I'll show you." As he spoke, he took out a piece of rice paper from the paper tube on the side of the table, spread it on the table, looked too big, and cut it in half, becoming about a foot wide and three feet long.

He is still not used to using the brush, but Xu Zizhen carries charcoal strips with him, and he draws one on the paper when he touches it, Zhao Gou leans to the side to watch, Xu Zizhen draws two strokes and calls Gao Pujun and Li Qingzhao to the side.

"Look at it, this is called typesetting first." After a few strokes, he drew several boxes of different sizes or square or flat on the page on his left hand, and then wrote a sentence in the largest box in the upper left corner: Da Song, a sleeping dragon has gradually awakened!

Xu Zizhen threw away the charcoal strip after writing, and then said to Zhao Gou: "This is called the headline title, as for how to write the content, it will be handed over to the Ministry of Information, how to write it with blood, how to write it sensationally, in short, let people know what happened that day, what the officials did, what they need to do, Seventh Master, you, understand?" ”

Zhao Gou was stunned, not stunned by Xu Zizhen's charcoal words, but stunned by Xu Zizhen's idea.

Newspaper? This...... Isn't this an enlarged version of the newspaper?

He shook his head and came back to his senses and asked, "Zizhen, as you said, this matter seems to be feasible, but how can you ...... Oh, and the newspaper goes out all over the world? ”

"Simple, let's set up a news headquarters in Yingtianfu, collect new news and write manuscripts every day, and then send them to the administrative capital of each road, and then distribute them from the capital to the subordinate states and counties, this year...... Ahem, I mean there are rubbings everywhere now, let's just send the first draft and let them print it into a newspaper according to the specifications, can't it? ”

Zhao Gou's eyes were straight, and he reluctantly turned his head to look, only to see that Gao Pujun and Li Qingzhao were also sluggish.

Gao Pujun was the first to wake up, and said angrily: "You...... You really dare to think that rubbing is not difficult, but do you know how many prefectures there are in the whole Song Dynasty? Even if you publish it every five days, how much manpower and material resources will it take to send these first drafts to various places? The horses don't know how many they have to run. ”

Xu Zizhen said with a smile: "I recommend someone for this matter, who can solve the problem, Gu Zhongchen." ”

Gao Pujun said curiously: "Gu Zhongchen? What's his plan? ”

"He doesn't have a plan, but he has pigeons." Xu Zizhen said, "The first draft doesn't need to be so big, just write it on a piece of paper the size of dried tofu, and Seventh Master, you can send some people to each capital to be responsible for receiving rubbings, and live together!" Our Great Song Dynasty lacks everything now, but there is no shortage of literacy, what do you say? ”

Wake up the person in the dream with a word, so that Zhao Gou understands that he imagined the blueprint sketched by Xu Zizhen, and he has dreamed of it, this is a great good thing, he can be sure, as for how much it will cost...... I did it first.

Xu Zizhen smiled again at this time: "Seventh Master, this newspaper has to be bought with money, I just said that I want money to have money, but most of it depends on this." ”

Zhao Gou's interest became even stronger: "Oh? What do you mean by that? How much is this newspaper worth? ”

Xu Zizhen thought for a while and raised a hand: "Five copper coins." ”

Burst......

Zhao Gou and the other three almost vomited blood at the same time, five copper coins? A tael of silver is a thousand copper coins, how many newspapers do you have to sell to earn enough money to go to war? Just to buy a horse, you have to sell newspapers for a few months, right?

"Of course, newspapers are not worth a few dollars, but here is the place where they are valuable." Xu Zizhen said and pointed his finger at the middle slit of his newspaper prototype, and a treacherous light flashed in his eyes, "As for how it is worth it, I won't explain it first, and you will understand when the first issue is sold out, and then I dare to ensure that there will be hundreds of thousands of taels of silver every month." ”

Zhao Gou's heart was moved, he was really moved, although he hated Xu Zizhen for selling Guan Zi again, but today's treasury is an empty cloth pocket, and hundreds of thousands of dollars are put into the treasury every month, which is not a small amount.

"Okay, I'm done!" Zhao Gou didn't hesitate anymore, immediately made a decision, and then sent a favor to Xu Zizhen, "Brother Xian, in your opinion, who should be in charge of the Ministry of Information?" ”

Xu Zizhen pointed to Li Qingzhao, who had been watching for a long time from the side: "She." ”

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PS: Li Qingzhao's marriage and her husband's years as an official are actually a lot different from Jingkang's difficulties, at this time, it is purely to make up a plot and commemorate this patriotic female lyricist, please don't care.