She returned home and saw Du in the room immersed in accounting, so she didn't bother her. She went back to her boudoir and lay there thinking about the report, still feeling unwilling to do so.

As she was thinking about it, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and had a vague idea. She wished she could discuss it with Xue Bai now.

 Unfortunately, it was already curfew, so I had to go to the study to find Du Youlin and ask "Master."

"Yeah." Du Youlin was still a little afraid of this daughter and nodded.

“I heard that the left prime minister came to see you today?”

 “How did you find out?“

 “My daughter has her own way.” Du said: “The Prime Minister Zuo is asking about the report from the residence?”

"good."

“Since Dibao can be run by the government, why can’t it be run by the private sector?”

When he returned home, even his daughter was thinking about publishing the newspaper. Du Youlin couldn't help but put down the book in his hand and said with an eyebrow: "Don't think so. Although the court has not mentioned it now, it must prohibit private publication."

"In this case, how to ban it? If the left prime minister wants to preside over the newspaper publishing house, does he have any ideas? In the future, should it be published in Chang'an and shipped to prefectures and counties all over the world, or should the content be spread out and then printed? How to ensure that it reaches the prefectures and counties or is

The same content? How to spread it?"

 “You care about this?”

Du Miaodao: "If someone controls the newspaper of a state or county, wouldn't it be possible to gradually control the public opinion of a state and county?"

"Is it possible?" Du Youni snorted and said, "I found it out as soon as I checked."

“Really? If in local states and counties, the people who control newspapers usually keep quiet and occasionally publish rumors, can the government really find out? Public opinion is gradually controlled by others, can local states and counties control it?”

 “What do you mean?”

“The Prime Minister has never thought about these?”

Du Youlin said: "The left prime minister just thinks that Xue Bai is too pushy and wants to remind him. How can he think so far ahead?"

　　Can a person like Xue Bai hide his brilliance? I still need to be reminded."

Du Miao smiled, got up and left the study, then went back to think about it.

She thinks that Xue Bai can agree to Chen Xilie's proposal in the future and protect himself wisely, while she can secretly control Di Bao through other methods... But this is very dangerous.

Obviously she knew the danger, but what she thought about at the next moment was not to retreat, but how to avoid these dangers.

Due to this thought, Du Miao didn't sleep well all night, and she faintly felt ambition growing little by little.

As soon as the morning drum sounded, she washed herself carefully, put on her robe and drove her horse to the secretarial office.

Xue Bai is indeed in the newspaper office.

 “Go to your cell, I have something to say to you.”

 “You shouldn’t be here.”

Du Miao whispered: "I should come and take a look."

When the two of them arrived at the dormitory, she asked Qinglan to guard the door.

“Okay, Erniang, don’t worry, no one will eavesdrop.” Qing Lan is already very good at doing this for Du Miao.

There was only a small couch in the room. Du Miao pushed Xue Bai up and whispered: "I have a very dangerous idea..."

 We can secretly control the local newspaper to prevent your hard work from being taken away. To put it simply, we run a private newspaper and control the channels through which the newspaper is distributed to the public."

"Then what?"

"These people in the court are all greedy and will endlessly think of ways to take the Di Bao away from you. Why don't we turn to the dark now? I have already thought of a way to let my grandfather take advantage of Chen Xilie."

Xue Bai asked: “Why should we do this?”

Du Miao was about to answer, but was stunned for a moment and said: "Money, power."

"anything else?"

Du Miao thought about it all night, and had a vague idea in her mind, but she hadn't noticed it yet. Finally, she said: "We have already died once. If Dong Gong comes to power in the future, we will be killed. If we stop it,

No, you have to have a sharp weapon in hand, and you can’t give in easily."

Xue Bai smiled.

"Don't laugh." Du Miao said, "Do you think it's possible? If the people can publish newspapers, we can use restaurants and paper mills, and we are the best people who can do this."

"good."

 “You teach me and I do it.”

"good."

Du Miao then laughed, bit her lip, and whispered: "But the imperial court will ban private newspapers. If we dare to do it, we will be beheaded if we are found."

"do it."

 “Not afraid?“

 “You said that we have all died once.”

"Don't worry, I will be very careful." Du Miao said: "Even if you do nothing, you will only have the power of the newspaper in your hands."

 “I know.” Xue Bai said: “It moistens things silently.”

 “Well, you leave it to me and I’ll do it.”

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 “Bite and squeak.”

　　A few days later, in the early morning, Xue Bai sat on a rickety bench, sifting through the papers handed over by the scholars.

The secretary's stall has been set up, and he has a little leisure time. He is reading articles every day and preparing to publish "Tianbao Wencui" and the second Dibao.

 Looking more like a school clerk.

  "Xue Lang."

Xue Bai turned around and saw an old carving master behind him. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Good morning, Huang Jiugong."

The stool that Xue Lang is sitting on is about to fall apart, little old man, can you come and repair it?"

“Okay.” Xue Baixiao asked, “Does Huang Jiugong know what I am doing?”

 “Please enlighten me.”

“Jiang Taigong is fishing, and those who wish will take the bait.”

“The little old man understands that he is waiting for someone to repair the stool for you.”

“Is Jiugong’s monthly salary sufficient? Is there any difficulty at home?”

"That's enough now." Huang Jiugong sighed and said, "How can there be no more difficulties? My grandson has been weak and sick since he was a child. A craftsman like Xiao Lao'er doesn't know where to go to find a famous doctor."

Xue Bai asked: "Where do you live? I should go over and visit you."

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ī ī ī ī ī à yè yèfang.

 You should see your family more often." Xue Bai said Vn

Chen Xilie has become increasingly busy recently, and feels that the secretarial department has more general affairs than the Zhongshu department.

But no matter how busy he is, he never forgets to visit the newspaper office from time to time, hoping to see how it works here. But Xue Bai is still in the manuscript selection stage. Some important processes, raw materials, and printing processes

, and always deliberately kept it from him. For example, even the ink had to be prepared before printing.

Chen Xilie was surprised to find that as a secretary and a young prisoner, he had no control over the newspaper publishing house.

He also tried to bribe some officials and craftsmen in the newspaper office, but Xue Bai quickly responded and expanded his manpower.

 Dismissed some craftsmen.

“There is nothing I can do. I hold multiple jobs and am busy with my affairs, and at my age, young people have the energy to do these tricks.”

 Privately, Chen Xilie complained to his wife Wei.

“My husband is a prime minister, so what can I do to him?”

"Of course, we will have to transfer him sooner or later." Chen Xilie said, "The difficult thing is to get a handle on the newspaper before we transfer him."

 “Then what should I do, husband?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not difficult, I can handle it.”

　　At this point, Chen Xilie actually stroked his beard and smiled bitterly, saying: "This guy is also very measured, and he has expressed his position in private. He doesn't ask for more. When he gets famous, he will give in."

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Dayefang.

 In an ordinary house, Li Tengkong was diagnosing the pulse of a young child, looking very attentive.

The sunlight shone on her face through the somewhat worn window paper, making her look peaceful and beautiful. Xue Bai accidentally noticed it and fell into a daze.

"Xue Lang, have some tea." Huang Jiugong handed the tea and said with a low smile: "Young man is ready and can leave at any time."

"It's not too late to talk about it after Aben is cured of his illness and his body is well." Xue Bai said: "Craftsmanship is a long-term matter, and there is no rush."
To be continued...