"Have the newsstands within the Wall of Ruth been built?"
"Yes, Master." Kamidai Rise bowed slightly, raised his body and said: "Including the reclamation area, we have already said hello to the local garrison, and the nobles are also supported by major priests."
"It's okay, I just write casual entertainment news. Besides, Wall of Ruth is not Sheena, and we don't sell newspapers there." Yae Ji handed the paper in his hand to Kamishiro Roshi: "Take it for printing, and let Ruth's Wall
The people inside the wall will have more fun. And over there in the reclamation area, work and rest must be balanced, right? Otherwise, how can we create more value for the Kingdom of Eldia?"
This made Yae Ji laugh secretly, and every little bit of it made her feel happy.
It wasn't until Kamishiro Rise left that Yae Ji stood up from his chair. Thinking of being "grounded" by Kallen, he couldn't help but sigh.
Heat is a precious resource, so you have to take the time to build a "solar automatic barbecue machine".
Let's talk about newspapers. This is Ruth's Wall, which is the middle of three giant walls.
Theoretically speaking, the people living inside Wall Maria are at the bottom, and most of the dirty work is done by them. When the giants invade the inside of the wall, they are the first to eat them.
Wall of Ruth is much better. Although it is not the highest level of the Kingdom of Eldia, it can still be regarded as a "middle class".
And as the Tianming Chamber of Commerce slowly activated the entertainment industry, various tricks attracted many powerful people to play in the Wall of Ruth.
Most of the powerful people own real estate in the Wall of Ruth. Compared to the Wall of Sheena, the land here is much cheaper, and the consumption will be much less.
Reading and literacy are not stressful for these people, and the same is true for the "middle class" in the Wall of Ruth. There are still some illiterate people, refugees and the like, and that's okay. Aren't there still newspapers?
Yaeji didn't expect the newspaper to make much money, as long as it could guide public opinion.
...
Many people have noticed that strange little pavilion. If you walk long enough, you will find that there is a similar pavilion at regular intervals.
Not only are the styles the same, even the subareas are very uniform.
Almost no one knows what this is doing.
Tozzo had a droopy face like a naughty dog, and the standard uniform of the garrison on his body showed his "noble" aura at all times.
After taking a look at the weather, Tozzo sighed and came to the small pavilion called the newsstand.
He escaped the reclamation area where supervision was the most difficult and tiring, and he escaped the city wall guards who were exposed to the weather, but he did not escape this damn newsstand.
As for what the newsstand does, Tozzo doesn't know. Isn't it always on duty anyway? What is there to look forward to? Could there be someone here looking for him to drink?
Tozzo stood lazily next to the newsstand. After a while, he folded his arms and leaned against the wall of the newsstand.
The wind rustled by, and the morning sun shone dappledly through the leaves.
Tozzo recalled the indulgence he had with his friends in the tavern last night, and unknowingly took a nap.
"Tu tu tu tu tu tu~"
The sound of a flintlock gun firing continuously at high speed woke Tozzo up. He quickly straightened up and discovered that a young man in well-dressed clothes was driving a steam car parked aside.
Tozzo looked at the steam car that was so black that it reflected the luster, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. This thing was a toy of those noble men, it was valuable, and it was much more high-profile than the carriage.
Many men in the garrison want to own a steam car.
Although this thing can't run as fast as the three-dimensional mobile device they use.
"Is this the newsstand?" asked the well-dressed young man.
"Yes, sir, would you like a copy of today's newspaper?" the boss of the newsstand said with a smile.
"Take one!" The young man nodded and popped out a coin, "No need to look for it."
"Hello!"
The newsstand owner immediately took out a newspaper that still smelled of ink and handed it to the young man.
The young man glanced at it, his face showed surprise at first, then he clicked his tongue twice, returned to the car with a smile, and left amidst the accompaniment of "chu tu tu tu tu".
Tozzo was a little confused. Are these newsstands serving the nobles? Why do they have so many?
"Master Jun? Do you want to read the newspaper?" The boss in the newsstand stuck his head out and asked with a smile.
Tozzo touched his pocket and saw that all the money had been spent while drinking yesterday, so he shook his head and said nothing.
"Master Jun, it's free! Just return it to me after reading it. It's boring anyway, just passing the time."
When he saw the newspaper handed over by his boss, it seemed to have aristocratic pictures printed on it, which made Tozzo, who yearned for aristocratic life, be moved.
After taking the newspaper, Tozzo also explained: "I didn't bring any money today. I bought this newspaper and I will return it to you tomorrow."
The smiling boss waved his hand, not caring at all, and went to greet other guests who were watching the fun.
Tozzo found a cool place to sit down and read the contents of the newspaper.
"Shocked! The son of the Archpriest..."
Tozzo became interested. In his opinion, figures like high priests of the wall religion could already be equated with nobles.
The son of a great priest... this newspaper writer is also a wonderful person, and he actually calls him "the second generation scholar"!
There is a clear class distinction between civilians and nobles. Only those in the military police regiment can understand the life of the noble gentlemen. They are stationed in the regiment...
Finally getting the opportunity to understand the life of the noble lord, Tozzo couldn't wait to read it.
"Fuck!" Tozzo couldn't help but swear when he saw the end. This article clearly stated how a powerful second-generation scholar made himself crippled!
"If I had a father like this, it would be too late to provide for him!" Tozzo thought, if he could have so much money, why would he still be in the garrison?
At the end of the article, the place where the second generation celebrity last appeared was marked. Tozzo's heart moved and he had the idea of going to see that person.
It turns out that the powerful people who were once so high will also fall into the dust one day.
The article mentions that the second-generation taxi driver, ‘Natan’, isn’t his current status even inferior to him?
Go and see the great man from the past?
Like Tozzo, there are many people who have this idea. Watching a "big man" fall into the dust, these people actually feel a sense of relief in their hearts.
Tozzo looked at the sun and estimated the time.
The newspaper he held in his hand was not returned to the newsstand owner. Anyway, he would return the money tomorrow. This kind of story was the capital for him to brag with his friends in the pub tonight.
Waiting until the lunch break, Tozzo couldn't wait to go to the alley entrance marked in the newspaper.
When Tozzo arrived, he found that the originally dark and narrow alley was already crowded with people...