"I've reported the sale!"

"Ten cents per bill!"

A novel hawking sounded on the streets of Daxing City, attracting Dr. Wang's footsteps. Dr. Wang looked at the source of the sound in surprise, and saw a stall in front of him full of people.

"Tsk! Just kidding!" Dr. Wang smiled contemptuously.

What is Dibao? How could he not know? It was a new thing that only appeared after the woodblock printing was released. It specifically published the secret news of national affairs.

But those newspapers are specially for officials to see, so how could they be sold on the streets casually? This hawker is not afraid of being arrested by the government?

Dr. Wang was unmoved at all and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, a thin middle-aged man was wearing a Confucian shirt and was in a hurry and ran past Dr. Wang. If Dr. Wang hadn't hid for a while, they would have bumped into him.

"Who is this!" Dr. Wang said angrily. But seeing that this middle-aged man is taller than him, Dr. Wang wisely lowered his voice.

Dr. Wang stared at the middle-aged man's back angrily, but saw him rushing into the crowd and shouting: "Give me a mansion report?"

"What's going on?" Dr. Wang stopped hesitantly, and saw the middle-aged man quickly coming out of it. The yellow paper in his hand was densely filled with handwriting.

"It's not true!" Dr. Wang suspected.

Dr. Wang quietly moved closer to the past, wanting to find out.

"What are you doing?" The thin middle-aged man stared at Dr. Wang with his eyes sharp, like a thief.

"Is this the real newspaper?" Dr. Wang rubbed his hands and asked awkwardly.

"Of course, this is issued by the Ministry of Industry, and there are all secret matters?" said the thin middle-aged man proudly.

"Then I..."

Before Dr. Wang could finish his words, the thin middle-aged man directly interrupted him.

"No! I want to buy it myself! Ten cents a serving," said the thin middle-aged man proudly, proudly folding up the mansion in his hand, and glanced at Dr. Wang with contempt.

"Isn't it just ten cents? Who can't afford it!" Dr. Wang said angrily.

Just as the thin middle-aged man folded the newspaper, Dr. Wang's keen eyes had already seen a huge bold letter on it.

"The Emperor ascended the throne!"

"Is it true that it is the news?" Dr. Wang was shocked.

If it were a real newspaper, how could he let it go and rushed into the crowd immediately.

"Give me a mansion report!" Dr. Wang's thin body pushed away the crowd in front of him and rushed to the stall owner.

"Ten cents per bill!"

The stall owner said with a smile.

Ten cents are not a lot of money. But it is already a lot. Ten cents are enough to take a four-wheel bus to circle Daxing City three times, and the average meal for a person is almost ten cents.

But Dr. Wang took out ten words without hesitation and took the newspaper.

Crushing out of the crowd. Dr. Wang found a simple teahouse next to him. He couldn't wait to look at the newspaper in his hand.

"The king ascended the throne as emperor. The reign was called three generations! The officials of the three provinces and six ministries were appointed, and Gu Yi was in charge of the Shangshu Order..."

"The Emperor ascended the throne and gave a public speech: On the protracted war!"

"The King of Yue ascended the throne in Luoyang and became emperor. The reign was named Huang Tai! His Majesty III once said that this would not affect the cooperation between Daxing City and Luoyang."

"Mayi was captured by Li Shimin, Liu Wuzhou was destroyed, Taiyuan and Taiyuan's strength surged, and may pose another threat to Guanzhong in the future!"

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One by one, one big title surprised Dr. Wang.

The appointments of officials from the six ministries, the emperor's speeches during the ascension of the throne, and even the situation in the world, one of the major events that were originally regarded as state secrets in the eyes of ordinary people is now presented to ordinary people without reservation.

Dr. Wang saw the adrenal hormone soaring sharply. He looked at others secretly from time to time. Seeing that more and more people were also holding newspapers, he continued to watch with confidence.

The di newspaper is a four-open paper with four sides in total. Dr. Wang looked at it seriously and would not let go of every word.

The first page talks about the appointment of officials from the three provinces and six ministries in Daxing City. Seeing the names of senior officials appearing in front of him, Dr. Wang felt very comfortable in his heart. This feeling was really great.

Suddenly, Dr. Wang's eyes narrowed, and a huge title: "On the protracted war!"

"I can tell you clearly that everyone in the world that in this war, Daxing City will win, and Daxing City will surely pacify the world, but this war is destined to be a long-term and arduous war, but the final victory will definitely belong to our Daxing City!"

"From the hearts of the people, Daxingcheng is the teacher of justice..."

"In terms of strength, Daxing City has a wealth of resources in Guanzhong, Bashu..."

"Okay! Great success will win!" Dr. Wang read happily and was amazed.

Such scenes are everywhere in Guanzhong counties. There are piles of people gathered on the streets, listening to the newspapers reading aloud, either bursting out and cheering. This time, the newspapers are written in vernacular. As long as the newspapers are read aloud, even those who are illiterate can understand them.

Seeing this, the restaurant and teahouse immediately bought a newspaper and invited Dr. Tea to read the newspaper in the restaurant. For a moment, the business was booming, and every venue was full, and the money was endless.

In the yamen, the officials read the newspaper and their confidence increased greatly. They suddenly felt that it was too correct to rely on Daxing City and follow His Highness Dai. In the future, they could become successful.

In the army, the soldiers listened one by one and wanted to rush to the battlefield immediately and wipe out all the rebels.

In the deep boudoir courtyard, Song Qilan and Yin Mo'er were in their respective deep boudoirs, holding the newspaper in their hands, with peach blossoms flooding in their eyes and rippling in their colors. The admiration and admiration for Yang You in their hearts soared sharply.

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In Chengtian Palace,

"Thank you for your hard work at the Master Yao!" Yang You held the newspaper and looked at Yao Silian and praised.

In fact, this mansion report was written by Yao Silian. After Yang You ascended the throne, he certainly had to reward all the ministers. Yao Silian has always been loyal to him and certainly would not treat him unfairly.

It just so happened that Yang You wanted to control the killing weapon of public opinion, but lacked a confidant, so he appointed Yao Silian to run the mansion.

Looking carefully at the contents and smelling the familiar fragrance of ink, a strong nostalgic plot emerged in my heart. Although the newspaper this time only had a four-piece paper, which was not as thick as the stack of later generations, it had met Yang You's requirements.

"Your Highness the King of Dai has ruined the empress, but the empress really dares not take credit for it." Yao Silian said ashamed.

In fact, although the content above was written by him, the shocking title on it was revised by Yang You himself when he asked Yang You for instructions. If Yao Silian himself was beaten to death, he would not dare to write it like this.

"Your Majesty, this mansion is good, but this vernacular text may damage the image of the government!" Kang Donghe, the Minister of Rites, secretly put forward his own point of view.

As soon as this was said, it immediately recognized by many officials. The previous diary was all classical Chinese, and these senior officials read it with relish, but today's diary was strange and very uncomfortable.

In the eyes of officials and scholars, if the vernacular Chinese is the mud-legged one, they will be the best at shaking their heads.

"I like to watch it!" Yang You was too lazy to explain and said lightly.

If these newspapers are aimed at all the people, will anyone listen to them? If they can't promote them, what's the point of publishing newspapers so much? How can they control the killing weapon of public opinion?

"Uh!" The ministers choked.

Only then did they remember that it seemed that the emperor's classical Chinese literature was not very good. When writing an edict, it was a mixed text and vernacular. After ascending the throne, it became even more excessive and directly wrote vernacular.

The ministers were determined to persuade Yang You to study, but they couldn't say it. The emperor did not take the Jinshi exam, so it would be useless for you to let him learn classical Chinese. He couldn't help but stare at Yao Silian fiercely.

Yao Silian has always been Yang You's attendant in the East Palace. Now the emperor likes vernacular Chinese and does not understand classical Chinese. Yao Silian will have an unshirkable responsibility.

Yao Silian was also frustrated. He taught him seriously every time. Even Yao Silian was a little complacent, thinking that the emperor, the genius, could achieve such great achievements at a young age, and he would have made a contribution.

For this reason, Concubine Wei didn't know how much reward he gave him, and thought that he had educated Yang You too successfully.

Now Yao Silian has a large number of students, and there are endless students who want to worship under his sect, and there are even more queues outside Daxing City. Everyone believes that Yao Silian can teach such a talent as the emperor and must have extraordinary talents.

However, there has always been a stain in Yao Silian's reputation for life, that is, he will never teach the emperor's classical Chinese. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!