Mao Jue's move to the newspaper really hit the soft underbelly of the traditional stubborn forces, no way, just like the capitalists, these big landlord families with the beautiful skin of Confucianism and scholars, under their bones, are also rampant, bullying men and women Dirty things, otherwise the land is the era of everyone's treasure, relying on normal means, how can they cross townships and counties and monopolize the land of many entire places?

In the past, the emperor was far away, and the central government actually didn't have a very good way to deal with this kind of local cancer, so it could only watch them invade the country and pay taxes, and disturb the lives of ordinary people, pretending to be deaf and dumb, but now in Mao Jue's hands, the situation is completely different.

First of all, the construction of the Fengzi-shaped railway network, the Chongzhen period of 800 miles of urgency, Shaanxi's emergency military intelligence to arrive in Beijing also takes 12 to 15 days, and now the ordinary information only takes about six days, although it is still not as fast as a phone call in later generations, but for the integration of ancient information, it has reached a revolutionary upgrade.

This also means that the effective rule of the Ming Dynasty can last even further.

Secondly, there is the love-hate profession of journalists.

When he supervised the East India Company in Hangzhou, he had secretly recruited literati for training in the name of the company, and at the same time bound to the East India Company's business stacks and sent them to various places.

Henan, Zhengcheng County, Railway Station.

It is considered lucky here, the fourth railway line of the Ming Empire happens to pass here, however, compared to the lively railway station in other counties, I don't know why it is deserted, there is no one in the street, and at this big night it is even more ghostly, only the East India Company's maritime chamber of commerce here is lone and bright.

This business is cold, and the private room on the second floor is slightly lit.

But there were not many big people sitting here, a few tattered mud-legged men cowering in front of the lamp, not knowing what to say, and a man in a black robe was holding a pen and hurriedly recording something.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door, and an East India Company employee said a few words in a panicked low voice, and the black cloak flew to the window in amazement and looked down, and in the thick night, a few cold rays of light flickered faintly.

Turning around, the black cloak also hurriedly said a few words, and the ragged peasants immediately became chaotic as if they had lost their souls, but among them, an old peasant with an exceptionally stocky body and an honest appearance seemed to have decided something, and was silent at the back of the crowd.

The crowd quickly went downstairs, ran quickly from the back door to the alley near the train station, pinched the pocket watch of the West, the black cloak was sweating profusely at the door, and from time to time glanced at the dark train track, however, the train that should have appeared has no sound so far.

There was a knock at the front door, and several young men from the company were anxiously shouting behind the door, but here, the face of the East India Company could not be opened, and with a bang, the wooden door was smashed by a hammer, and then a large group of bandits with cross-faced, high shoulders and crooked heads broke in.

The first batch of recruited reporters was personally met by Mao Jue, and the regent also said personally, reporters are not a comfortable profession, you are welcome to join if you can afford to play exciting, and if you are greedy for comfort, please seek other positions in the company! The black cloak also has this psychological awareness.

But looking at the heavy knives and axes, this is too exciting! His body was close to the back door, and he didn't dare to come out.

But when a group of thugs were about to rush into the house to search, a shout suddenly sounded on the dark county street, and in an instant, almost a black cloak quickly disappeared into the intricate alley.

"Chase! Don't let that flag run! ”

Hula turned around and walked away, watching these guys go out, even the local East India Company manager sat limp on the ground, and let out a sigh of relief.

This era is far from being as brilliant as the later generations, in the dark county, tonight is the streets and alleys with torches, the belated train has the strength to rush into the station, flashed, turned back and listened to the faint shouting in the county, the black cloak put the hard book in his arms, as if it was about to break.

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The morning of Jingshi was still so noisy and lively, even more lively than before, and the children of poor families came out like larks, carrying newspaper baskets, chirping and selling.

Since it is impossible to force the palace to let Mao Jue seal the newspaper, then it is better to fight! Who is afraid of whom when writing tabloids? A group of old-fashioned old stubborn little stubborn people are pinching the pen, jumping up and down and publishing newspapers themselves, and for a time, the newspaper industry in Beijing is also blooming.

However, the literati and doctors who have always had the right to speak are a little out of touch this time!

Not to mention the content, just on the cost, the imperial capital daily occupies the absolute upper hand, Mao Jue imitated the famous Tonghai company, the father of industry and commerce Zhang Jian's means, the barren tidal flats of more than ten counties in Nantong planted cotton, on the one hand, from here to support the light industry gradually rising in Beijing, on the other hand, the cotton paper industry is also booming, a large bag of thousands of papers, the cost of the newspaper is only a few dollars of silver.

But what about the tabloids that have developed with the trend? Don't look at the literati playing with pens, this paper really can't afford to play, the commonly used lake paper rice paper costs a few pennies, the same thousand newspapers, just the paper has to be two-thirds more expensive.

Even if they tightened their belts, dozens of landlords and old fortunes dug up all the silver in the cellar, and in terms of efficiency, they were thrown out eight streets by the Imperial Capital Daily.

As for the printing press under the central government, six people, one day and one night in a row, a small 100,000 newspapers are not a problem, but the lead movable type is printed by hand, and the seal is so bad, a hundred people are busy all night, tired and vomiting blood, and they can't produce 10,000 sheets, as for the poor, they are even more pitiful, dozens of scholars and dozens of pens are copied, and only a few hundred copies are copied until the night of death.

The last is the content, and it is also the most criticized point of the Imperial Capital Daily, the whole vernacular, there is no artistic style at all, how can this be justified? In order to compare the Imperial Capital Daily, the children of the family quoted the classics, and the dazzling style was boundless, but they forgot that the circulation of the newspaper is so large, and the main thing they face is the broad masses of the people, and the high illiteracy rate in this era is scary, and it is still a bit difficult to read the newspaper in the vernacular, not to mention their gorgeous prose.

I can't understand who bought you?

Every day, the imperial capital daily newspaper of five cents a piece is basically sold out of stock, and even if the high-quality paper is seen and done something else, it is useful to pack something, but those various tabloids have worked hard to print it, but most of it has basically fallen into their own hands, so the same party of the same old school can buy a little face.

Not to mention, this newspaper originally Mao Jue didn't think it could make a profit at all, mainly as a propaganda tool for his New Deal, but after a month, the General Administration of Press and Publication actually made a profit of more than 40,000 taels of silver.

However, there are pros and cons, as the Imperial Capital Daily becomes more and more prosperous, several girls have also become busy people, busy and busy.

Princess Changping recorded in history, after being captured by the Qing Dynasty, because of the blow of the broken family, plus the sadness of missing her homeland, she died at the age of nineteen.

Now this girl's eyes are full of all kinds of big articles, small words swimming around like tadpoles, where do you still have the mind to think about those useless things.

It is estimated that Changping in this time and space, even if he dies, he will be exploited and exhausted by Mao Jue, an unscrupulous capitalist.

Now it is very editor-in-chief, I don't know where Mao Jue came up with a white shirt and a small vest with a black bow, Zhu Yujun is a strong woman and the royal sister Fan came to her face, leaned on the leather chair from Liaodong, glanced at the article at hand, and then she roared violently.

"It's Zhuzi again, how many times have you said it! Put the classics in the Confucianism weekly section, don't send it to the news daily, and who doesn't have a head, I'll take it back for retrial!"

Now she is also a secretary, and even a male secretary of the two literati brothers, at the beginning I heard that she was a secretary to the princess, and the two of them were very happy, but now there is only a full of sadness left, and the scolded dog blood spray head cried with a sad face and hugged the submission again.

It is estimated that even if Mao Jue is here, he will be startled, is this still the gentle Changping before?

After scolding her subordinates, Zhu Yujun hurriedly opened the next stack, but this time, her offices were pushed away violently, and Chiyoji, who was also so busy that her head was bigger, rushed in with anger.

"Sister Changping, Ming's headline is here!"

"The county officials colluded with the underworld forces to forcibly oppress the peasants, forcibly collect land taxes, smash industrial and commercial households, and murder the children of good families, these bastards are simply brutes!"

The crusty notebook that was slightly wet with sweat was hurriedly handed to Zhu Yujun by Chiyoji, and when she opened the first page, the words of Zhengcheng's major news suddenly came into view, looking at the news clues recorded one by one in not very neat handwriting, Changping's eyebrows couldn't help but be set up like a sword.

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