MTL - My Backyard is the Tang Dynasty-Chapter 51 Chronicle of Newspaper Circulation

Li Shimin nodded in agreement. Li Yin brought the newspaper back to the printing workshop and asked them to speed up the printing. With Li Yin's current ability, it is impossible to produce one newspaper a day. So fast, so he initially set the newspaper to be issued every three days.

The next day, the first newspapers were delivered. Postmen rode horses with newspapers on their backs. When the first twilight bell of the Taiji Palace rang in the morning, they began to shuttle around, throwing a copy when they saw an official’s mansion. Newspapers go in.

   "Hey, what is this?" A man who looked like a servant opened the door of the house, saw the newspaper on the ground, picked it up and looked at it for a while, "Whatever it is, it's just right for making mustaches!"

   After finishing speaking, he walked to a Hu Bing stall in the square. During the Tang Dynasty, this kind of Hu Bing was a very popular meal. It was similar to fried noodles, very crispy and delicious.

"Your pancakes!" The peddler took out four hot pancakes, and the servant hurriedly wrapped them in newspapers and ran to the mansion, "Butler Liu, your pancakes are here." After entering the mansion, the servant took out the pancakes. Handed it to a man with a big belly.

   "Well, not bad, it's just out of the oven!" Butler Liu was very satisfied.

  The servant flattered: "Aren't you satisfied with the small things you do?"

  The two were talking, and a man in a red court uniform came out of the room and asked, "Butler Liu, is the newspaper here?"

   "Newspaper?" Butler Liu remembered what the master said last night, saying that a newspaper would be delivered to the mansion in the morning, and that newspaper looked like a piece of paper full of words.

   "My lord, there is none!" Butler Liu frowned, "There is nothing at the door!"

  The official said puzzledly: "That's not right, the emperor has been talking about the newspaper for a few days, and said that there will be one today!", "Go and see it again!" The official said.

   Just as Butler Liu turned around to leave, the official glanced at the things in Butler Liu's hand and shouted, "Wait a minute, what are you holding in your hand!"

   Butler Liu said with a smile: "Master, this is a pancake. If you are greedy, I will buy one. If you like this, I will give it to you!" and handed over the pancake.

The official took the pancake, threw it away suddenly, and unfolded the paper that wrapped the pancake. The words Shengtang Shangbao on it were particularly dazzling, "You dog slave, and said there is no newspaper!" The official kicked Liu in anger. The butler kicked and fell to the ground, "Get out! And next time, don't be a butler!"

   "The old slave deserves to die, the old slave deserves to die!" Butler Liu was sweating from fright and kowtowed.

   "Huh!" The official entered the house with a newspaper stained with meat oil.

   Seeing the official entering the house, Ding ran over to help the butler, "Butler Liu, are you alright?"

   "You son of a bitch, you are so sinister, say, you have been trying to replace me as the housekeeper for a long time!" Butler Liu's lungs exploded with anger.

   "Ouch, my ears, please forgive me..."

  Each newspaper has its own destiny, and in Cui Mansion, the first newspaper in the Tang Dynasty is destined to be the most miserable:

   "Stop, what are you holding?" A servant was holding a newspaper and was about to hand it to Cui Shao, but Cui Yingying looked straight at it.

  The servant replied honestly: "Miss, this is the newspaper that the master wants!"

   "Newspaper, what is that?" Cui Yingying asked doubtfully.

   "The lowly slave doesn't understand either, the master said it seems to be something sent by the sixth prince!"

   "That bastard!" Cui Yingying's hair stood on end, "throw me in the toilet to compost!"

  The servant was shocked: "Miss, this is what the master wants!"

   "I don't care, give it to me!" After finishing speaking, Cui Yingying grabbed the newspaper...

  Tai Chi Hall, Li Shimin looked at the officials with a smile, "Everyone who loves you has read the newspaper, and if you have any thoughts, you might as well say them out this morning!"

A minister in purple robes came out, "After reading the newspaper in the morning, I think the newspaper has been reorganized, and it is running well. I stay in the court every day and know little about the sufferings of the people, but the newspaper is full of ordinary people. life, so that I can learn about the affairs of the world without leaving home, this newspaper is really a blessing for me in the Tang Dynasty!"

   "Being praised by Wei Zheng means that this newspaper is still doing the right thing. Do other people have any ideas?" Li Shimin smiled.

   "Master Wei's words are also the words of the veteran, but the veteran still has something to say!" said a purple-robed minister.

   "Fang Aiqing, please tell me!"

   "A few days ago, the emperor talked about legislating to protect the newspaper and give the newspaper's journalists official status. At that time, the minister disagreed. Now the minister admits his mistake and supports the emperor's decision!"

   "Second minister!"

   "The minister also seconded!"

   "..."

There was a voice of approval in the hall. Li Shimin was worried about the obstruction of the courtiers, but now he was finally relieved, "Well, from today on, let's discuss this matter!" He looked at Cui Shao, "Cui Shao, you What do you think!"

  Cui Shao looked embarrassed, "I support the emperor's decision!"

   "Hahaha..." Li Shimin laughed happily.

  The morning court ended, the ministers left, and there was an endless stream of officials greeting Cui Shao on the road. At this time, Wei Wang Li Tai came over and walked side by side with Cui Shao, "Master Cui, do you know why these officials are suddenly so enthusiastic about you!"

   "Your Highness, please express it!" Cui Shao bowed.

   "Don't you feel it? These days, the father often praises Li Yin in the court, and these ministers are here for the sixth younger brother of the minister!"

  Cui Shao was startled, "What does Second Highness mean?"

"We princes all depend on our father's love. The more you love, the more you will get. When the love reaches the extreme, the prince may be the prince, and the prince may be the prince!" Li Tai said meaningfully. Shao left with astonished eyes.

  Behind Cui Shao, Changsun Wuji and Li Chengqian walked together, seeing Li Tai and Cui Shao chatting for a while, Changsun Wuji said: "Prince, the behavior of ministers is the direction of the government, have you seen it?"

   Li Chengqian said suspiciously: "Please tell me clearly!"

  Changsun Wuji sighed, "The emperor's praise of the sixth prince has greatly increased the prestige of the sixth prince in the court. The courtiers who used to be indifferent to him are now vying to curry favor with his father-in-law!"

"You say this, don't worry too much, uncle, I have already sent someone to monitor him, judging from what they reported, this sixth younger brother just likes doing business and inventing some weird things, and has no intention of competing with me for the throne It means, to worry, it is better to worry about Li Tai and Li Ke!" Li Chengqian said.

   "Although I said so, it is not in your interest that the emperor favors him day by day. You'd better keep an eye out!" Changsun Wuji said.

   "Don't worry, Uncle, I know it well. I have already recommended Yuchi Baolin to be Qinghe's husband to my mother, so that the relationship between Li Yin and the Cheng family can't go any further!"

   "What!" Changsun Wuji was startled, Li Chengqian was kind and filial, but short of wit, how could his uncle not understand, "Who gave you such a bad idea!"

   Li Chengqian was taken aback, "Uncle, is there a problem? This is a discussion between Du He and I!"

   "Hey, how many times have I told you, don't listen to that Du He's words, and listen more to the words of the old officials in the East Palace, why don't you listen!" Changsun Wuji hated that iron can't make steel.