readytorunbook Chapter 159
Chapter 159
the next day.
It was another sunny morning, and the people in Xianyang City still got up early and started to get busy. 33 Novel Network
What is different from the past is that today in Xianyang City, there are many more young people with gray cloth bags hanging around their waists and shouting "sell newspapers" in their mouths.
"The newspaper is sold, the newspaper is sold!"
"Governmental news, folk anecdotes, anecdotes and weird stories...all in the Daqin Daily."
"The newspaper is sold, the newspaper is sold!"
"Daqin Daily, two yuan a piece, really worth the money."
A series of shouts sounded, making the originally peaceful city of Xianyang a little more turbulent.
Countless people gathered around curiously.
Meng Yi, who was about to go to court, was also attracted by the voice of selling newspapers.
So he grabbed a young boy who sold newspapers, and after paying two pennies, he got a newspaper.
"This paper is harder than the usual Qin paper."
After getting the newspaper, Meng Yi sighed, and then read it.
I saw that this not too big newspaper was neatly divided into several sections.
The fonts are also neatly arranged.
With just one glance, Meng Yi immediately became interested.
Looking at the content on it again, the government section mainly writes about the imperial court's response to the disaster in Changsha and Lujiang counties.
It focuses on the act of donating money and food by the common people and businessmen.
Looking further down, what is a daily life tips section.
The above content actually discloses the method of making dumplings.
And then there's folklore.
Just looking at it, Meng Yi's expression suddenly became weird.
The first thing to enter is a big title: The History of Fornication of the Wang Clan of Xijun!
Looking at the content again, it is even more shocking to be speechless.
What son slept with Lao Tzu's woman.
Brother-in-law slept with sister-in-law, etc., and directly named more than a dozen Wang's children by name.
And that's not the end.
Looking back, it is what the Wang family did in Xijun.
There are more than a dozen items listed such as forcible robbery, bullying men and women, defaulting on taxes, etc.
Seeing this, Meng Yi was shocked.
Looking down, there is another big title:
Wang Cai, the son of Wang Tengcang, the prefect of Xijun, was killed in the street because of his frivolous and good women. Who is right and who is wrong?
After the headline is a very sharp article.
What follows is a detailed description of what happened.
In the end, there were actually many confessions from insiders.
Just yesterday, the news of Wang Wan's grandson's death has become known to everyone.
All kinds of rumors spread one after another, and many people who didn't know it believed that the prince was deliberately protecting the murderer.
Even many officials are the same.
But no one expected that His Highness the Crown Prince's counterattack would be so sharp.
Meng Yi sighed as he watched the young man constantly running on the street selling newspapers.
As soon as this newspaper came out, the Wang family of Xijun was completely over.
At the same time, the people in Xianyang City once again had heated discussions.
"Is everything written in this newspaper true? The Xijun Wang family is a big family, how could they do such a shameless thing?"
"I don't know if it's true or not, but that Wang Cai is really not a good thing."
"That's right, that Wang Cai is simply a bully in Xianyang City. When he sees a beautiful girl, he will go up to tease him, and sometimes he will even touch her in the street."
"This Wang Cai's death is completely self-inflicted. I saw it with my own eyes when he wanted to belittle Miss Lu."
"Oh, brother, can you tell me the details of that day?"
As the people discussed, more and more newspapers were sold.
The price of two and a half coins is nothing to the people of Xianyang City.
At the same time, another interesting thing happened in Xianyang City.
A middle-aged man in brocade clothes stared at a vegetable seller and said coldly:
"You sell them when they buy vegetables, why don't you sell them when I buy them?"
Hearing this, the vegetable seller snorted coldly:
"The food is my own and I can sell it to whomever I want."
The face of the middle-aged man suddenly became gloomy. This was already the fourth vegetable stall he had asked about.
But no one is willing to sell vegetables to him.
Even if the price is high, people will not sell it.
This middle-aged man is Wang Wang, the steward of the Wang family's mansion in Xijun.
Originally, such a trivial matter as grocery shopping didn't need him as a butler to come forward at all.
But this morning, the servant who was in charge of purchasing supplies told him that all the vendors in Xianyang City would not sell them if they heard that it was their Xijun Wang family who bought things.
Wang Wang didn't believe it at first, but now he believes it.
Not only vegetables, but also salt, wine, clothes, etc. are not sold at all.
At this time, Wang Wang also realized that something was wrong.
With a cold snort, he hurried back to the mansion and reported the incident to Wang Tengcang.
"Are you a waste? Can't you just find some shameless servants to buy it?"
"You need me to teach such trivial things?"
Staring at the newspaper in front of him, Wang Tengcang roared angrily when he heard the butler's report.
At this moment, he was in a mess.
He never thought that His Royal Highness would come up with such a move.
As soon as this newspaper came out, the face of their Xijun Wang family was instantly swept away.
Newspapers are cheap, and the content is rich and interesting. Once it is released, it explodes.
Countless people, whether they are literate or illiterate, rushed to buy it.
"This is really unexpected. I didn't expect that newspapers would sell so well."
Inside the Daqin Daily, Ying Yu sighed.
"Order to go down and print urgently to meet the needs of the people as much as possible."
When Liu Ji heard the words, his face suddenly became ugly.
"Your Highness, the more this newspaper is printed, the more we will pay. Two and a half taels is too low, why don't we increase the price?"
"Old Liu, take a long-term view and point out how much money you can make by selling newspapers?"
Ying Yu smiled lightly.
The newspaper's real money is in advertising, not in its own price.
All he has to do now is to promote the newspaper.
When newspapers are popularized in all counties and counties of Daqin, then there is no need to worry about making money?
"Don't be so sad, the days of making money are still to come. Inform the paper department to expedite the printing, and I will leave it to you here."
After the words fell, Ying Yu left Daqin Daily with Suzaku.
Just after returning to Yuxuan Pavilion, Ying Yu got good news.
After two days of sleepless research and countless failures, Gong Shujie successfully built the first pulley in Daqin.
After some experiments, Gong Shujie discovered that if this set of pulleys were used in various major projects, they would be like magic tools.
We must know that the various engineering materials used in Daqin's construction can only be carried on the shoulders in many cases.
If you are not careful, someone will be crushed or killed by the heavy material.