Chapter 400 , the first issue of Daming Morning Post
July 21, the twelfth year of Hongzhi.
At this time, the night was shrouded, and there was no light in the sky. It was pitch black outside, but the lights here were brightly lit, and everyone was busy.
"Hurry up~ hurry up~"
"Everyone come and get fifty newspapers~"
In the courtyard, Jiang Chao shouted to more than a hundred newsboys, who lined up in a very orderly manner to receive fifty newspapers, and then put the newspapers into a cloth diagonal bag.
"Yesterday I asked everyone to shout slogans. Do you still remember?"
The newsboys picked up another newspaper, and Jiang Chao asked again.
"Remember~"
All the newsboys nodded.
"Very good~"
Jiang Chao nodded with satisfaction, then pointed to a newsboy and said, "Come and shout."
"Yes~"
The newspaper boy said respectfully, and then he started shouting at the top of his lungs: "Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the Tatars block the border, and the soldiers invade Gansu and Shaanxi~"
This newsboy usually took out several newspapers and waved them while shouting, which was very impressive, and Jiang Chao was also satisfied.
"That's right, that's it~"
"Did everyone else see it?"
"I saw it~"
All the newsboys said in unison again.
"Very good. Everyone must remember that the more newspapers you sell, the more money you will get. If you want to make money, don't be afraid. You have to shout loudly and be bold."
"Does everyone know?"
Jiang Chao nodded with satisfaction, and then warned these newsboys again. They were all eleven or twelve years old, children, and relatively timid.
"Got it~"
The newsboys replied again.
"The voice is too low, I can't hear clearly~"
Jiang Chao deliberately pretended not to hear clearly.
"Got it~"
The newsboys shouted loudly and neatly again.
"Very good~ Let's go eat."
Jiang Chao nodded with satisfaction and motioned for them to have breakfast.
When these newsboys heard this, they immediately ran faster than rabbits and rushed directly towards the restaurant.
"Oh~oh~"
Along with the crowing of roosters, the red morning glow began to appear in the eastern sky. The morning dynasty in the Jinluan Hall of the Imperial Palace has been going on for some time. The common people in the capital also got up one after another, and a new day was about to begin.
"Let's go~"
Jiang Chao looked at the newsboys who had gathered in the yard again and lined up neatly. He looked at the time again, waved his hand and said.
More than a hundred newsboys immediately turned around in an orderly manner and began to walk towards the gate of the Ming Dynasty Morning News. They had assigned areas in advance, and each person was responsible for a street or something. After leaving the Ming Dynasty Morning News,
Many newsboys quickly walked towards their assigned areas.
Wang Tiedan looked at the dark sky outside, and then at the still empty streets. He looked very nervous. He hugged the newspaper in his bag tightly and quickly moved towards the allotted newspaper.
Walk down the street.
This time Wang Tiedan was very lucky. The area he was assigned was a street in a powerful area of the capital. The people in these areas were all dignitaries in the capital, so the newspaper would definitely sell well.
If you were assigned to the slums here in the capital, who would spend five cents to buy your newspaper? Of course, the first few issues are given away, but there are very few literate people in the slums, so even if they are given away for free, they will still read it.
I do not know.
But at this time, Wang Tiedan was not happy because he was assigned to the elite area. Instead, he felt nervous, scared, and afraid that he would bump into the elite and be beaten to death without even a place to reason.
Getting closer and closer to your own area, there are already areas of the rich and powerful nearby, with tall houses, huge thresholds, big lions placed at the door, and servants, guards and others guarding the door.
Walking in such an area, Wang Tiedan became even more nervous, especially when someone noticed him, his legs trembled with fear, and he was so scared.
After all, he is still a child and a child of ordinary people. It is normal to be afraid.
The sky is gradually getting brighter, and the sun rises and spreads its sunshine all over the earth. There are more and more people on the streets. There are servants and servants going out for shopping, as well as dignitaries riding carriages and sedan chairs. Wang Tiedan tries his best to lean on
He walked along the street, fearing that he would affect those noble people.
"Selling newspapers~"
Wang Tiedan looked at the newspaper in his arms, remembered Jiang Chao's instructions, and shouted out.
It's just that his voice was very small, so small that only he could hear it. He was really nervous and a little scared.
But soon, he thought about money and the lovely copper coins. With money, he could buy the meat buns he liked to eat, and he could also buy some for his younger brothers and sisters.
Thinking of this, Wang Tiedan gritted his teeth and began to shout loudly: "Selling newspapers, selling newspapers~"
"The Tatars seized the pass, and the soldiers invaded the sweet potato, Shaanxi~"
"Selling newspapers~ Selling newspapers~"
"Southwestern Chieftain Rebellion~"
Following Wang Tiedan's shouting, people on the surrounding streets also looked over one after another. They were all slightly stunned, wondering what was going on with selling newspapers.
"Go and call that child over~"
At the door of a high-rise building, a man who looked like a gentleman was about to go out in a carriage. Hearing the sound, he looked over and saw Wang Tiedan, who was holding a newspaper in his hand and shouting as he walked.
This newspaper, the Tatars' blockade, the southwestern chieftain's rebellion, etc. immediately attracted his attention, so he gave instructions to the people around him.
"Child~Child~"
"Come here, come here~ Our master is calling you."
When the servants around him heard this, they quickly ran to Wang Tiedan's side and called Wang Tiedan over.
"I've met a noble person~"
Wang Tiedan looked very nervous and did not even dare to look up at anyone. When he came to the luxurious carriage, he said respectfully.
"What's going on with your newspaper?"
Master Li looked at Wang Tiedan and asked curiously.
"Your Majesty, I am the newsboy of the Ming Dynasty Morning Post. I specialize in selling newspapers. Would you like one?"
Wang Tiedan said nervously.
"newspaper?"
"Okay, how to sell it?"
Mr. Li looked at the newspaper in Wang Tiedan's hand, smiled and said.
"Five cents a piece~ No, that's not right, we gave away the first few issues for free."
Wang Tiedan immediately replied, then remembered that the first few issues were free, and quickly changed his words, then respectfully pulled out a newspaper and presented it respectfully.
These are what Jiang Chao taught them. Selling newspapers is also equivalent to doing business. Since it is doing business, the service attitude must be good, so they must be respectful, both in speech and in everything they do.
"Thank you then~"
"There is a reward~"
Master Li looked at Wang Tiedan's respectful expression, took the newspaper, opened it, and saw the content above. He immediately became energetic and gave instructions to the servants beside him.
"It's your reward~"
When the servant next to him heard this, he quickly took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and handed them to Wang Tiedan.
"Thank you for the reward~"
Wang Tiedan held a handful of copper coins in his hands, which contained twenty or thirty copper coins. His young hands could hardly hold it, and he was suddenly so happy that he thanked him repeatedly.
"Hmm~"
Mr. Li nodded with satisfaction, walked into the carriage with the newspaper, sat down comfortably, opened the newspaper and read it carefully.
"The Tatars seized the pass, and the soldiers invaded the sweet potato, Shaanxi~"
The first thing I saw was naturally the important events placed in the most conspicuous position, and I read them very quickly.
"This is very novel. From top to bottom, from left to right, there are these strange rich people. It makes people read very smoothly. There are actually annotations below~"
Mr. Li also suddenly became energetic. He studied the newspaper carefully and soon discovered its differences.
“Interesting~”
Mr. Li nodded repeatedly, and then began to look at it with relish.
"These abominable Tatars, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil, the imperial court should send out a large army to wipe them out~"
"Well done. The Chieftain of the Southwest really knows how high the sky is. Yelang is arrogant and dares to rebel. He is brave in the mountain camp. He is really a valuable weapon of the country~"
Mr. Li was very engrossed in reading it. He immediately fell in love with this new newspaper and kept shouting out it while reading.
"The prodigal son returns with gold, doesn't he?"
"It actually writes about Wang Enyi, a prodigal son. I have long said that once Mr. Wang Shirui leaves, he will definitely lose his family fortune. I didn't expect that in just a few months, he would already be in such a state of despair."
"When a prodigal son comes back, he will not be able to exchange for gold, but his family fortune is gone. It will be difficult to make a comeback."
"Lao Wang is amazing. He actually thought of this first. It turned out that he had deposited the money in the First Bank of Ming Dynasty for thirty years, with an interest rate of 7% per year. After calculation, he actually had more than 20,000 taels this year.
The interest on silver…”
Soon after he saw the report about Wang Enyi, he couldn't help but think: "Is this really feasible? Do you want to save some money?"
"Anyway, this money is of no use at home, but if it is deposited in the First Bank of Ming Dynasty, it actually still earns interest."
Mr. Li was very engrossed in reading it. He read it carefully and with great interest. While reading, he thought about what he had encountered. He immediately felt that this newspaper was very good.
"Not bad~ Not bad~"
…
"Selling newspapers~ Selling newspapers~"
On the other side, Wang Tiedan, who had received the reward, felt as if he was intoxicated. The fear and fear in his heart completely disappeared, and his mind was filled with money.
This noble man casually gave thirty copper coins as a reward, which made him extremely excited. Jiang Chao had already said in advance that if someone rewards someone, the amount of the reward will be yours.
This means that the thirty copper coins from the reward belong to him. He has never taken much money, and he only thinks about continuing to sell newspapers.
So he completely let go and started shouting at the top of his voice.
"Child, come here~"
Soon, business came to the door again, and another gentleman who was about to go out called Wang Tiedan over.
Soon a newspaper was sold, and Wang Tiedan received another ten cents in reward, which made him even more excited and started shouting loudly.
At this time, the entire capital gradually woke up from sleep as the sky became brighter, and there were more and more pedestrians on the streets.
"Selling newspapers~ Selling newspapers~"
"The Tatars seized the pass and invaded Gansu and Shaanxi~"
Newsboys were walking on the streets one after another, holding newspapers in their hands and shouting at the top of their voices.
It was the first time I heard someone selling newspapers, and it immediately attracted the attention of young and old men in the capital. Because it was given free of charge, you could basically get a newspaper if you asked.
Throughout the capital, more than 5,000 copies of the first issue of the Ming Dynasty Morning Post were issued. More than a hundred newspaper boys kept walking on the streets, shouting, and soon the newspapers were scattered out.
Here is a teahouse in Beijing.
As the sun gradually rises, the teahouse becomes extremely busy. Young and old men in the capital like to drink tea. It is a great pleasure to come to the teahouse to drink tea and have breakfast this morning.
"Selling newspapers~ Selling newspapers~"
The sound of the newsboy selling newspapers immediately attracted the attention of the guests in the teahouse.
"Kid, come here, how do you sell this newspaper?"
The teahouse owner called the newsboy over and said.
"As a response to your honor, the first few issues of this newspaper are free, and the remaining issues are five cents a copy~"
“I’ll give you one today and wish you a prosperous business~”
The newsboy was very talkative and had a sweet mouth. He respectfully gave a newspaper to the shopkeeper of the teahouse.
"Okay, okay, I'll reward you."
When the teahouse owner heard this, he immediately laughed happily, took out five copper coins and gave it to the newsboy.
"Thank you, noble man~Thank you, noble man~"
The newsboy took the reward, thanked him quickly, left the teahouse and continued shouting on the street.
The teahouse owner took the newspaper and read it carefully. He became more energetic as he read it.
"Old Zhao, what did the newspapers say?"
"Let me read it to everyone."
A regular customer who came often said to the teahouse owner out of curiosity.
"Okay~"
The teahouse owner had a very good service attitude. When the customers asked for something, he picked up the newspaper and started reading.
"On July 18th of the twelfth year of Hongzhi, the Tatar soldiers divided into two groups and invaded the Ming Dynasty..."
As the shopkeeper read the newspaper, the guests in the teahouse also became quiet and listened quietly.
"These abominable Tatars~ how dare they repeatedly offend our Ming Dynasty? I recall that when we became ancestors, our Ming Dynasty's army killed seven in and seven out on the grassland, and the grassland wolves surrendered. I don't expect that now, they actually let the Tatars attack our Ming Dynasty.
The burning, killing and looting within the territory is really outrageous."
"Yes~ It would be great if there was a general like Li Guang. How can I ask Hu Ma to travel to Yinshan?"
"Okay~ The mountain camp was brave and easily defeated the southwestern chieftain rebellion."
As the teahouse owner read the newspaper, everyone in the teahouse became emotionally involved. They couldn't help but slap the table when something happened that made them angry, and everyone in the teahouse started cheering when they encountered something good.
"Boss, have you finished reading?"
"No, there are many more to come."
"Then let's have another pot of tea and a plate of snacks~ finish listening to this newspaper before leaving."
"Me too, waiter, bring me another pot of tea and some side dishes."
The newspaper immediately attracted the attention of the guests in the teahouse. Some of the guests who were about to get up and leave did not leave in a hurry when they heard that the newspaper had not been finished. They ordered another pot of tea and a few side dishes and prepared to give the newspaper to them.
Listen before leaving.
Some people who were in a hurry to leave came to the street and looked for the figure of the newspaper boy who had just been selling newspapers. They wanted to buy a newspaper and read it slowly when they went back.
"Selling newspapers~ Selling newspapers~"
The figures of newsboys walking in the streets and alleys of the capital added something new to the increasingly noisy capital.
The sales of the morning newspapers were very good. In less than an hour, each newsboy had sold out all the newspapers in his hands.
Then everyone walked happily to the Ming Dynasty Morning Post, while silently calculating how many rewards they had received this morning. From time to time, they touched the copper coins in their arms, and they were all excited.
More than five thousand newspapers were thrown into Beijing, a city with a population of one million. Although the number was small and seemed a bit insignificant, it caused thousands of waves with one stone.
Soon, everyone in the capital suddenly knew about newspapers.
In restaurants, teahouses, restaurants, etc. in the capital, everyone is discussing newspapers, discussing the contents of newspapers, discussing national events, and discussing strange and strange things published in newspapers.
This is the first time for everyone to obtain information from the outside world in this way.
In this era of poor information and poor transportation, even the common people in the capital still have very little information, and it is only limited to the surrounding areas.
Of course, the capital city is at the feet of the emperor after all, and many times we can still know some things about various parts of the Ming Dynasty, but it is limited to word of mouth. Many times, if three people become tigers, the news will be distorted and inaccurate.
It is different now. The Ming Dynasty Morning Post uses the form of a newspaper to let everyone know about the national affairs of the Ming Dynasty and learn about some strange things that have never been heard before. This is very novel.
Naturally, it immediately attracted the attention of all the young and old men in the capital. Everyone likes to gossip, and they are all very interested in all kinds of new things.
"Who has a newspaper? Who has a newspaper? Let me borrow it and read it."
Many people who have not received the newspaper are looking for someone to borrow it, wanting to see what the newspaper looks like and what is on it.
As for those who were lucky enough to buy the newspaper, they drank tea leisurely, crossed their legs, and slowly and carefully read the contents of the newspaper.
Or maybe there was a group of people surrounding him, and with everyone's anxious eyes and urging, he slowly began to read the contents of the newspaper to everyone.
Those who are literate are better off and can read the contents of the newspaper, but it doesn't matter if they are not literate. Anyway, someone can read and pronounce it. As long as you listen carefully, the contents of the newspaper are basically written in vernacular, just like
Everyone talks pretty much the same.
When they heard someone reading the newspaper, they listened carefully and then quickly spread the news in the newspaper.
"The Tatars have detained the country again. They burned, killed and looted in Gansu and Shaanxi. I heard that many people died~"
"The chieftains in the southwest rebelled again, but they were put down by the mountain camp."
"Do you know about the prodigal son who is very famous in the capital recently?"
"It's the same Wang Enyi who lost all his family fortune in a few months. He was the one who was thrown out at the entrance of the casino last time."
"I heard that his father deposited 300,000 taels of silver for him in the First Bank of the Ming Dynasty before he died. The interest is 7% a year. He can receive an interest of more than 20,000 taels of silver from the First Bank of the Ming Dynasty every year.
After that, you can also get your principal of 300,000 taels back all at once."
"Is there such a thing?"
"It's fake. This deposit has interest. I'm afraid it might even swallow up your three hundred thousand silver."
"There is no lie in this. The First Bank of the Ming Dynasty is Liu Zhuangyuan's property. I heard that the major shareholders are still the emperor and the prince. Will they swallow your money?"
"And this Wang Enyi has already received the first interest payment from the bank. In just two months, he has more than three thousand taels of silver. More than three thousand taels of silver, it is enough for you to live for a lifetime."
"Does it really pay interest to deposit money in Daming First Bank?"
"This is still fake. Wang Enyi has already said that there is really interest. I heard that he turned back as a prodigal son and immediately bought his ancestral home back after receiving the interest. It cannot be fake."
"Money begets money. It's useless to keep it at home. If you deposit it, you can make money. I'm going to deposit the ten taels of silver at home into it. This year, I can earn several hundred taels of interest. How much?
One hundred pennies can buy a lot of things."
"I'm going too~I'm going too~"
"I didn't know about it before and thought it was fake. Now that I think about it, it's really stupid. If we had hundreds of thousands of taels of silver stored in the First Bank of Ming Dynasty, we could eat it all while lying down."
"With the interest of tens of thousands taels a year, I can't spend it all, so how much money is there?"
"No, but we won't make much money in our lifetime, so we'd better stop daydreaming like this."
