The autumn sunshine shines on the county town, the carriages, horses and crowds are noisy. The morning wind is a bit chilly. Winter has not yet entered, which cannot hinder the people who are busy working for life, just like the squirrels storing pine trees or the bears accumulating fat for the winter.
Because the severe winter is coming, I travel frequently.
Luo Wei was leading the mule on the way to the rice market. He was wearing a thin cotton robe and it was still a bit cold. He had not been out for some days. At this time, he felt a little regretful. If he had known it would be so cold these two days, he would have put on more clothes.
As the deacon of the Yin family's branch publication, I don't have many subordinates in Nancang County. The main page is sent from Zhoucheng every ten days. I usually have to edit the content of the sub-page by myself, find the content, edit the pages, and publish advertisements...
...I have to do it all myself, which is very hard work.
But it’s worth it. The monthly salary is twenty-five taels. The Ye family borrowed the propaganda and secretly gave fifty taels, which is equivalent to three times the salary. It is enough to support a family. The accumulated money can buy several acres of land, not to mention the monthly salary.
There are also some rewards.
"When the newspaper was not launched in the master's family, I was thirty years old and was just the deputy deacon of the head office. I studied in school as a boy and failed to pass the boy's examination. I was a servant. How could I expect such an income, let alone the price of goods in the imperial capital...
…The fruit is better to develop locally.”
A gust of autumn wind roared past, sweeping away the fallen leaves on the bluestone street. Pedestrians who did not have enough clothing became frightened and hid in the street corners to avoid the wind.
Luo Wei hunched his neck and hid behind the mule until the strong wind passed, when a newsboy ran past him and shouted crisply: "Sell newspapers, Ye family, Yu family, Li family, the raid on the grassland is successful, the imperial army
Confronted with the Northern Wei Dynasty in Baiyangdian, the seventh chapter of the serialization of No. 2 Gong, Yuan Shaopan and Gongsun Sun Jian crossed the river to attack Liu Biao...er, the editor?"
Luo Wei didn't recognize him, so he saw that the newsboy was eleven or twelve years old, and the cold and hungry look on his face had not completely disappeared. He was probably a newly admitted refugee child.
After the publication of the newspaper, the No. 2 government overcame public opinion and introduced the rules of the Ye family. They also sent servants to take care of life, recruited children and teenagers under the age of fifteen, and gave them a job. Although the salary was meager, they could provide them with food and clothing.
, which also offset a lot of profits.
However, everyone who heard about it regarded it as good governance, combined with Ye Qing's ruthlessness in exterminating the clan, which made people feel sad.
Many of these children and teenagers have been taken in quietly, and the publishers are not very familiar with them.
"Hello, Editor." The young man bowed solemnly, his little face turned pale from the cold, his clothes were still neat even though they were old, and he held a handful of folio newspapers in his arms.
Luo Wei came out from behind the mule, straightened his waist, and nodded to himself: "Do it well, go ahead."
"Hey," the young man didn't realize that it was perfunctory. He was very excited and ran across the street again. The clear shouting sounds came again. When he stopped at the shop opposite, the shop owner paid for a copy: "Is there a serial of No. 2 No. 1 today?"
"Yes, turn over to the second page, you..."
Luo Wei shook his head and laughed, holding the mule and continuing to walk.
Compared with books, newspapers cost a few pennies, which is considered cheap. Merchants want to refer to Kyoto fashion information and will not begrudge a few pennies or more than a dozen copper coins. The self-proclaimed god's Romance of the Three Kingdoms was serialized, and many rich people bought it for entertainment. Everyone is curious about the second place.
The master's masterpiece - there is a Jinshi in the county, who wouldn't be proud of it
"I heard that the sales of newspapers and magazines in the East Gorges states are not going well. In Yingzhou, Nancang County's sales are almost comparable to those in the Kinki area, and their performance has been regarded as a model by the head office many times..." Luo Wei thought about this message.
Five taels of silver, just a smile: "If this continues, President Yingzhou will be promoted to the head office sooner or later, and I will be one step closer to the top position."
Look at the sky happily, the sky is very clear.
It has been sunny these past few days. It is strange to see stars when they fall at night. Will the stars fall?
How much of an immortal is this?
Luo Wei thought of the rumors in the past two days and didn't dare to think any further: "We, the common people, can't predict the affairs of Heaven. It's just that the No. 2 Lord suddenly serialized the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in the past few days. It's very strange."
"The official document of the second place did not mention that the two places of Jinshi led the troops to annihilate the eight thieves and generals, and then wiped out the Hu tribe, and returned with a great victory. This military strategy is also there."
"He made bamboo leaves and greens and sold them to the north. He made a lot of money every day and bought ten thousand acres of fertile land. In two or three years, he tripled his family business. This internal affairs is also extremely good."
"Why does such a character still write such wild history novels? It's not just for the royalties. Could it be a hobby?"
If Ye Qing didn't have continuous achievements, even if he passed the Jinshi examination, some people would still criticize him, but now it was regarded as a special hobby of a big shot. Luo Wei thought hard for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up.
There are rows of houses along the way. There are no tall buildings that are common in Gyeonggi Province, but it is densely populated and bustling. Except for the horse market, which has rarely been opened in recent years, most of the street markets are concentrated in Nancheng, where ordinary citizens live.
The rice market Luo Wei was going to was also in Nancheng, and he had to pass by the book market on the way. The bookstores had blatantly printed "new works by the second best". This was different from the previous serialization method in newspapers, and it also attracted some readers to stop and read.
There are many, but not many people buy them.
"Although the second-ranked gentleman is versatile in both civil and military affairs, his hobby has attracted some criticism... It is a rare opportunity to criticize a high-ranking Jinshi. How can you call him a scholar without being bitter?" Luo Wei smiled. In fact, he can be considered a scholar, but he is devoted to business.
My thoughts have already become real.
Near the rice market, I heard that storytellers had already been compiled in teahouses and restaurants. Every teahouse and every winery was telling stories about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but the levels were different, the progress was different, and the number of listeners attracted was different.
Luo Wei was a little surprised, not at the matter itself - he had heard about it for a long time. The Yin family and the Ye family cooperated in Yingzhou, and a manuscript was compiled a month ago - what surprised him was the speed.
"Two days ago, the Ye family suddenly sped up their actions. I thought that one month would be enough to see results. But now it's only been two days. It seems that almost all the storytellers have been bribed, probably with a lot of money... This second-place man is decisive in his actions.
Famous and well-deserved, but isn’t this too wasteful?”
"It's important to invest so much resources without losing money. Outlying prefectures and counties don't have the convenience of Guanwen Pavilion in Gyeonggi Province. There are relatively few literate citizens, and even fewer people are willing to spend money to buy books. It's not just for profit."
"It's nonsense to be famous, but everything is of inferior quality. Only if you are good at studying and get second place in the rankings, who in the world doesn't recognize you? How can you use this method to become famous?"
No matter how experienced Luo Wei was, he couldn't figure out what this move meant. However, there was probably a purpose in doing this, and it was probably because he was not knowledgeable enough to understand.
"With the reputation of the second best man, it would be unnecessary to place it in Nancang County. It will probably have some effect if placed in another county... It depends on the industry news next month, maybe I can get some knowledge."
"Please give way, give way, thank you..." There were a lot of hoofbeats coming from behind. Unhappily, Luo Wei subconsciously stopped and let a large group of people lead the horses through the city. The two pure black horses in the lead were very eye-catching.
, Luo Weiduo looked at it twice and felt a bit familiar.
But from this angle, the horse owner could not be seen, so he shook his head. It was probably a young man from some family who was traveling. He looked back at the rice store owner's greeting: "How much is a pound today? Twenty-five cents? Why don't you go and grab it?"
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"Guest officer is joking. This price is everywhere. Who can tell the truth about the war..." The owner of Chubby Rice Shop sighed and grabbed a handful of crystal rice grains: "This batch is shipped from Huxiang.
Southern rice is of the highest quality. By tomorrow, only new local rice will be left, and after a while, only old rice may be left."
Luo Wei knew he had been tricked, but he had to say that the rice store owner's words touched his heart.
He touched the new salary in his arms, took off the empty cloth bag hanging on the back of the mule and started to pack rice. He said unwillingly: "Your price has reached the top. If it goes up again, the imperial court will release grain from the Changping Granary. Let's see.
You all can’t eat and are walking around in circles.”
"That's, that's..." The rice store owner rubbed his hands and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Isn't this not over the red line..."
Most of the rice shops and noodle shops around are like this. Prices skyrocketed during the war. The war in the imperial court was advancing slowly, and the end time could not be seen. No one in the small households dared to put their lifeline on the military, so they had to rush to the war.
It would be wise to store more rice at home.
There is a house in the north of Nancang County. It was originally a private garden. The descendants were incompetent and gradually became depressed, so they sold it. Ye Qing bought it and planted refreshing osmanthus flowers in it, which was called Guiyuan.
When we arrived, there were two men and women waiting for us, and they rushed to greet us as soon as we saw them.
Zhou Ling was watching from behind, and she had some impression. She remembered that she was the young master's first cousin, and she was considered capable. At this time, she just bowed to the young master in awe: "Master of the family."
Ye Qing waved his soldiers to guard outside, handed a newspaper in his hand to Zhou Ling, followed the couple into the small hall inside, and asked directly: "How are things going lately?"
After listening to some reports, he said with satisfaction: "You have done a good job. I rely on my two brothers and sister-in-law in this area. I will calculate the merits as usual at the end of the year and I will not hesitate to reward you."
"We understand..." the couple agreed happily.
"There are still children to take care of. If things go well for a while, a teacher will be sent over..."
The distant cousin opened a secret passage, and the environment became quiet, as if he had returned to that night again.
It has been many days since the night of the starfall. Ye Qing felt that everything in the city and outside was very peaceful. Everything was as usual. Even the newspapers he bought on the road did not see any news about the starfall. This was natural. The imperial court would not allow this.
Message rendering.
Thinking about it, Ye Qing still sighed.
The fall of stars shocked many knowledgeable people, but they were not very panicked. Millions of years of rule have made them very confident in the heaven. If the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up. This is probably the mentality.
The situation of the scholar-officials is even more meaningless for the common people who work hard in the fields. This year's crop harvest is not very good. Since the war, the market prices have risen a bit, but life is still as hard as ever.
No matter how mysterious the meteorite is, it is not as impactful as the typhoon and rain. The distance between human life and the nine heavens is still too far away.
"Master, the interrogation board is inside." The cousin stopped in front of the secret room and said with some fear.
Zhou Ling opened the door and went in to take a look, then came out and nodded.
Xunpan was a powerful tool for the imperial court to control, but as time went by, and Xunpan did not establish a Taoist network throughout the country like the imperial court, it did not have much meaning. This law gradually relaxed and spread to the people.
Therefore, Ye Qing used his authority to set up a few deals, cooperated with the Yin family publishing house, and gradually established a simple one-line relationship.
Ye Qing went in and started the interrogation disk.