In the imperial palace in the capital, Emperor Hongzhi came down from the morning court, and as usual he was ready to start reviewing memorials. He was a good and diligent emperor, he worked long hours every day, and there were many memorials that needed to be reviewed.
"Your Majesty, this is a new thing that appeared in the capital today, called a newspaper~"
At this time, Xiao Jing respectfully presented a newspaper and said.
"newspaper?"
Emperor Hongzhi put down what he was doing, took the newspaper, and said curiously.
"Yes, this is a new thing created by Liu Jin and Liu Hanlin."
Xiao Jing said with a smile that nothing that happened in the capital could be hidden from his eyes, not to mention that this newspaper was published openly, so Xiao Jing naturally knew about it immediately.
"Liu Jin did it."
In fact, Emperor Hongzhi had already guessed in his heart that only Liu Jin could do it, and he always had all kinds of new tricks.
He put on his myopia glasses, picked up the newspaper and started reading. As soon as he saw it, he was immediately fascinated.
"Interesting~Interesting~"
Emperor Hongzhi repeatedly praised it. Of course he knew about the Tatars' seizure of the customs and the rebellion of the southwestern chieftains, so he casually read it and then started to read other contents.
The more he read, the more he liked it. Through this newspaper, he finally learned some things that would never reach his level.
He is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, so naturally no one will tell him anything about the prodigal Wang Enyi, nor will anyone tell him about the big whale caught in Tianjin.
Now I am looking at the novel things published in the Tomorrow Morning News, and I am also interested.
"Haha~"
"Not bad, not bad, this Tomorrow Morning Newspaper is doing well."
Soon, Emperor Hongzhi finished reading the contents of the newspaper. He seemed to have seen a lot of content about all aspects of the Ming Dynasty that he had never seen before, and he said happily.
"Xiao Jing, how much money do I still have in my internal funds?"
Then after thinking about it, Emperor Hongzhi also asked.
"Your Majesty, I still have 5,730,000 taels of silver in my internal funds."
Xiao Jing quickly said that Emperor Hongzhi was more concerned about his small treasury, and Xiao Jing also carried the numbers in the treasury at all times.
"Put five million taels of silver into the First Bank of the Ming Dynasty and ask Liu Jin to pay higher interest rates. This silver can actually generate money. That Wang Enyi's father deposited 300,000 taels of silver, and the annual interest is 2
More than 10,000 taels. If I deposit five million taels of silver, I will earn hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in interest every year."
Hongzhi told Xiao Jing that it turned out that he was interested in the interest rates offered by the First Bank of Ming Dynasty.
Emperor Hongzhi was now rich, and these more than five million taels of silver were only a small part of his internal funds. Most of his money was actually invested in various industries with Liu Jin.
Such as Changlu Saltworks, Miyun Iron Works, the First Bank of Ming Dynasty, Ryukyu City on Baodao, etc. Among these industries, Emperor Hongzhi is the major shareholder, and they all invested real money, but even if they spend like this
Money, he still has five million taels of silver left.
Thinking of this, Emperor Hongzhi suddenly felt that he should reward Liu Jin well. He had saved up for ten years frugally, and his internal money was only more than one million taels of silver.
Nowadays, money is spent like water every day, and there is a lot of money, and there is a lot of money, but the money in the internal funds is getting more and more. For a long time, Emperor Hongzhi no longer has to worry about money.
Moreover, his son Zhu Houzhao was richer than him and owned more properties. Thinking of this, Emperor Hongzhi was in a good mood. It was easy to do things with money. He truly understood this.
In the past, those who used to work hard could not bear to do anything, let alone the treasury. Zhou Jing, Zhou Bapi, could not wait to empty out his own money.
Now it's better. If you want to build a garden, you don't have to look at Zhou Jing's face at all. You can spend your own money on whatever you want, and no one can control it.
"Your Majesty, you are the major shareholder of the First Bank of Ming Dynasty~"
Xiao Jing looked at Emperor Hongzhi and reminded him weakly.
"What happened to the shareholders?"
“Shareholders can’t deposit money into it?”
Emperor Hongzhi said nonchalantly: "If you pull the money over, that guy Liu Jin will definitely be very happy."
"Yes~"
Xiao Jing said quickly and respectfully.
"I'm really not used to reading things sideways from left to right. These punctuation marks and writing in vernacular are quite novel~"
After giving this order, Emperor Hongzhi picked up the newspaper and studied it carefully. The vernacular text and punctuation on it were very novel.
…
Liu Jian, the chief minister of the cabinet, returned to his home after the morning court. There have been relatively few things recently, and Emperor Hongzhi did not keep him here to discuss matters every day. He could go home early to rest and rest.
"I'm starving to death~"
When Liu Jian got home, the first thing he did was to have breakfast.
It's not easy to be a minister, especially being a minister to the old Zhu family, it's even more difficult.
The morning service is too early. Every day before dawn, I have to get up to go to the morning service. The duration of the morning service is uncertain, so I always eat something first, but I don’t dare to eat too much for fear of feeling anxious during the morning service.
Therefore, ministers like them would usually be very hungry when they go to court early in the morning. If he was summoned by Emperor Hongzhi to discuss matters, Emperor Hongzhi would also ask him to prepare some breakfast, which was very good for the ministers.
"Sir, this is a new newspaper that appeared today. Do you want to take a look?"
While eating breakfast, the housekeeper of Liu Jian's house also came over with a newspaper and said.
"newspaper?"
Liu Jian was stunned for a moment, then took the newspaper and started reading it. Naturally, he was immediately fascinated. He was so engrossed in reading it that he even forgot to eat breakfast.
"Who made this newspaper?"
Soon, Liu Jian finished reading the above content and asked quickly.
"It's Liu Jin and Liu Hanlin~"
The butler replied.
"As expected, it's him. He is the only one who can think of such a way."
Liu Jian laughed immediately, and then looked carefully while eating breakfast.
"It's very novel to write articles in vernacular. These punctuation marks make the paragraphs easy to read. The things published above are also very interesting."
After watching it again, Liu Jian also kept commenting.
"Does the money deposited in the First Bank of the Ming Dynasty actually earn interest?"
Soon, when he saw Wang Enyi's report again, he stopped slightly.
Of course he knew about the First Bank of the Ming Dynasty. In the past, his people used to give real money, silver, antique calligraphy and paintings to Xiao Jing. Now it is popular to give silver notes and silver coins from the First Bank of the Ming Dynasty.
.
In a very short period of time, everyone fell in love with the banknotes and silver dollars of the First Bank of the Ming Dynasty, and they became hard currency, something that everyone liked.
He also knew some of the many businesses of Ming First Bank. Among them, he never believed that the deposit business would earn interest if the money was deposited in their Ming First Bank?
I’m afraid I won’t even be able to get my principal back by then.
Well now, as soon as Wang Enyi's story was published in the newspaper, he finally believed it. Depositing money in Daming First Bank actually earned interest, and money can make money.
"Deposit all your money at home in the First Bank of Ming Dynasty~"
Soon, Liu Jian also made the same decision as Emperor Hongzhi, to save money. Anyway, he was not afraid of Liu Jin running away with the money.
…
"It's an insult to politeness~ It's an insult to politeness~"
"How could the Ming Dynasty Morning Post write articles in vernacular, arbitrarily change the rules of writing handed down from our ancestors, and even add some punctuation and the like without permission?"
"It's simply insulting to politeness~"
Here in the Imperial College, a group of scholars looked at the Ming Dynasty Morning Post, all of them angry.
The novel writing style of the Ming Dynasty Morning Post and the way of writing articles in vernacular were difficult for them to accept.
In the opinion of these scholars, this article should learn from the ancients and be as concise as possible. The fewer words, the better, the more awesome it is. Moreover, the words and sentences must rhyme. Just like writing poems, they must be in contrast and parallelism. Isn’t that right?
It can be like this newspaper without any confrontation or duality.
The language is still written in vernacular, which is simply the greatest insult to their readers and an insult to the written language.
"We must cancel this Daming Morning News, or ask them to change it back. We must not be so insulting to Sven and let Sven be disgraced."
Someone shouted and suggested.
"Yes, yes, we must change it back. If we don't change it, our tomorrow morning newspaper will be cancelled."
"Let's go, let's go to the Ming Morning News together and ask them for an explanation."
A group of scholars yelled and walked towards the place where the Ming Dynasty Morning Post was, preparing to have a good argument with the Ming Dynasty Morning Post about why the Ming Dynasty Morning Post should use vernacular, and why the writing did not follow traditional rules. It must be like the Ming Ming Morning Post.
They would not give up until I gave you an explanation.
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"Tsk, tsk, Old Liu, your newspaper is interesting."
At Liu Jin's house, Zhu Houzhao came to Liu Jin's house again to eat and drink. While eating, he read the newspaper and talked while reading.
"It's just so-so. It just came out and everyone thought it was strange."
Liu Jin said nonchalantly.
"Is this Tomorrow Morning News profitable?"
Then Zhu Houzhao also asked quickly.
"make money?"
"I've already lost money to my grandma's house in running the Tomorrow Morning News. This newspaper sells for five cents a piece. Do you think I can make money?"
Liu Jin smiled and shook his head and said.
"If you can, you won't make a loss-making business. Stop talking nonsense and give me half of the shares."
Zhu Houzhao said with certainty that there was nothing Liu Jin did that was not profitable, and he did not believe that Liu Jin would generate electricity for love.
"Okay, you give me 100,000 taels of silver first, and I will give up half of my shares. To be honest, this thing is really not profitable, but running this newspaper is also for the purpose of making money."
Liu Jin said cheerfully.
"100,000 taels of silver is nothing, I'll have it delivered later."
"Tell me, what is the use of this tomorrow morning newspaper?"
Zhu Houzhao said nonchalantly, who is he? He is a big boss who always carries tens of thousands of silver notes in his pocket. He throws away 100,000 taels of silver as soon as he sprinkles water on it. He has no choice but to do whatever he wants with money.
"This newspaper only sells for five cents. If you sell 10,000 copies a day, it only costs fifty thousand cents. For a matter of dozens of taels of silver, considering your style of doing things, the amount of money invested is not much more than that."
a little."
"So you definitely don't make money by selling newspapers. Please tell me how to make money from it?"
Zhu Houzhao rolled his eyes, thought carefully and said.