Chapter 150 Datang Daily wishes everyone good health during the Mid-Autumn Festival!
When Li Mu returned home, there was naturally another commotion. Bai Qiaoqiao checked Li Mu's injuries and said with tears in her eyes: "Why don't we stop being an official? If you offend someone, they will come to kill you. Let's just stay here."
Let’s make the winery more profitable every year so that we don’t have to fight with others. If that doesn’t work, let’s go back to Dingxiang..."
But Li Zhien said: "Madam, we can't just admit defeat. They have bullied us right to the doorstep. We have to fight them!"
"Yes!" Li Mu also said: "The little girl is right this time. You can't shrink back when something happens. Am I not dead? If I don't die this time, I won't die. Who would have thought?
Whoever wants me to die must die! Even if I can't defeat them for a while, I will kill them sooner or later. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, we will see!"
Bai Qiaoqiao was frightened by Li Mu's cruelty, and her tears stopped. She held his hand and said, "I don't understand anything, but as long as you decide, I will stay with you."
"That's good." Li Mu lay on Bai Qiaoqiao's lap, thought for a while, and said, "Zhien, go get the pen and ink. Master, I say you write it."
"Okay!" Li Zhien didn't know what Li Mu was going to do, but he still obediently brought the pen and ink.
"You write it this way, in the court, the powerful families bully others and confuse right and wrong, and the princes of Zhulu argue with the three censors..."
"Marquis Zhulu is concerned about the people's invention of a new type of plow, and my emperor wisely established an agricultural instrument supervision system to promote it in the world..."
"Whose interests were touched? Zhulu Hou Tongshanfang was assassinated..."
Li Mu dictated three drafts, recounting what happened today in detail, and then added: "Write one more thing, indicate that when it is printed, encircle it with lace, and write "Furong Garden North Racecourse Three"
Opening in the future…”
There were four drafts in total, which took up exactly two pages. After Li Zhien finished writing, Li Mu asked her to take it over and check it again, and then marked on the back of the paper how to publish, how to format, etc. After all the instructions, Li Mu asked Li Zhien to
Take it to the front yard to the craftsmen who carve movable type.
"According to my instructions, after arranging the plates, everyone in the mansion will work in shifts tonight to print. As much paper as we have in the mansion, we will print as much as we can. If you do well, you will be rewarded. Tomorrow at dawn, let Li Chongyi lead the guards in the mansion to open the paper.
The printed things will be given to major shops in the east and west cities for free, and I will post them in every shop. I want everyone in Chang'an to see them."
Li Zhien reminded in a low voice: "Master, it is against the law to post notices privately."
"What kind of law has been broken? I am in charge of printing and supervising affairs. This is my responsibility. In addition, tell the craftsmen to design a dragon pattern with four white characters in the middle, saying, Datang Daily.
I will not only distribute today, but also tomorrow. If conditions permit, I will distribute every day. If I don’t force them to come and apologize, I will continue to distribute!”
"Okay." Seeing Li Mu's fierce expression, Li Zhien just wanted to laugh for some reason and did not dare to offend him. He took the written draft and turned around to go out to do things. As soon as Li Zhien left, Li Mu's fierce expression changed.
"Oops, madam, my butt hurts... give me a hug," Li Mu said and moved into Bai Qiaoqiao's arms. Bai Qiaoqiao was crying, but because Li Mu made such a fuss, she couldn't shed tears anymore and was so angry.
I punched him, but I felt so distressed that I didn't try hard at all.
Li Mulai walked into Bai Qiaoqiao's arms and said: "Madam, you said these villains are so bad. It's not good to hurt them anywhere. They have to hurt their buttocks... How can I tolerate them if they delay my wife's important event?"
"What has delayed me?" Bai Qiaoqiao frowned and asked, "What has delayed me?"
"Of course..." Li Mu whispered something into Bai Qiaoqiao's ear. Bai Qiaoqiao's face turned red with embarrassment and said, "Ah, at this time, you are still thinking about that... I'm so embarrassed.
, I’m not in a hurry!”
"Then I'm anxious." Li Mu chuckled and said, "My husband must get well as soon as possible. It won't take too long."
"You," Bai Qiaoqiao glared at Li Mu helplessly, hugged him gently and said, "Mom will come tomorrow, so you can't talk nonsense to her."
"Well, I listen to my wife."
Bai Qiaoqiao lowered her head and rewarded her with a sweet kiss. Suddenly she remembered something and asked, "Is the woman who saved you today beautiful?"
"It's covered with a gauze, so you can't see clearly. But her voice is pretty nice, and she's very tall. I'm afraid she must be as tall as your good sister."
"Oh," Bai Qiaoqiao asked and then fell silent. Li Mu looked at her and said, "Madam, why do you ask? You don't think I... can't do it, do you?"
"You said you like women who are older than you."
"What's wrong with this? She is the eldest daughter-in-law of the Cui family in Qinghe, and she is from a famous family. Besides, she is more than ten years older than me. Even if I like an older woman, I can't marry an older woman.
There are so many widows...what are you thinking about?"
"It turns out that he is more than ten years older..." Bai Qiaoqiao felt relieved, and a smile appeared on her face, saying: "Actually, I'm not worried at all. I just asked and said casually."
"Hey, it didn't look like that just now."
Bai Qiaoqiao said angrily: "Besides, I won't hug you anymore."
"Hug...I was wrong, wrong, wrong," Li Mu quickly gave up and squeezed into Bai Qiaoqiao's arms.
In the front yard, the servants of the entire Hou Mansion were mobilized. These movable type carving craftsmen have received many instructions from Li Mu in recent days, and they are already very familiar with the art of carving movable type. Li Mu's instructions were very detailed.
It was marked, so the typesetting work was completed in a short time. The rest of the work was simple, cutting the paper, brushing ink, rubbing, and then setting it aside to wait for the ink to dry. Under Li Zhien's arrangement, a jump was formed
Assembly line operation. By daybreak, all the papers in the Hou Mansion were printed as "Datang Daily", with as many as a thousand sheets.
Li Chongyi left the house with his servants who had rested for half the night, and rushed to the east and west cities respectively to post and deliver newspapers. When they came back, almost everyone in Chang'an City knew about the "Datang Daily" and everyone
I know the four things printed in this first issue of "Datang Daily".
Among the four incidents, three were related to Zhuluhou. The name Zhuluhou instantly became the focus of discussion among the people in Chang'an after dinner. Zhao Qing, Jiang Daoyuan and others became the objects of denouncement by the people. They used to be in the hearts of the people.
For the first time, the aristocratic family has lost its halo, allowing the common people to see another side of them besides being polite and courteous.
Most people still have doubts about the Zhenguan plow. After all, the description of doubling the power is hard to believe for a while. However, the people still support Li Shimin's approach of setting up agricultural equipment supervisors to promote the world.
The most controversial thing was the assassination of Zhulu Hou. With the first two incidents as a foreshadowing, when they saw the third incident, who the murderer was almost immediately emerged in the minds of the people, the Boling Cui family!
Having suffered a loss at the hands of Marquis Zhulu, he wanted to take revenge! In an instant, the Boling Cui family became the target of public criticism.
As for the tidbits about the opening of the racecourse, it also attracted the attention of the people of Chang'an. Many people even went to Furongyuan North to see if there was such a racecourse.
Datang Daily became popular in Chang'an in one day.