The Nine Tripods came into being, as if they could really suppress the country's destiny. For a moment, the undercurrents in the capital were much more restrained, and the activities of the Donglin Party members seemed to have been suspended in an instant.

But Zhu Youxiao also knew that this was only temporary. They were just unsure of the authenticity of the Nine Tribes, nor did they dare to be sure what the Nine Tribes came to life. Is it really that God couldn't stand their actions and lowering the Nine Tribes to warn them.

So I'm still a little more at ease recently. Five days later, I'll welcome the Nine Cauldrons into the Taimiao to carefully investigate and make a decision.

At this time, Zhu Youxiao was meeting Fatty Wang.

"Xiao Wang, you can't do it. I've given you such an important thing. How long have you been there? Why is there no effect? ​​If this continues, you won't be able to pay off the ten thousand taels of silver you owed me in your life." Zhu Youxiao shook his head and said teasingly at Fatty Wang.

"Emperor, the people... I am the one who is in charge... I am wronged..." Fatty Wang had just become the superior and was a little confused. When he heard the emperor say this, he immediately cried and knelt on the ground.

"What are you wronged? Did you commit something? Well!" For some reason, Zhu Youxiao felt a sense of inexplicable joy when he looked at this fat man, so he continued to tease him.

"Yes, what mistake did I make? I did not make any mistake." Fatty Wang was stunned. Yes, I did not make any mistakes, so what else am I afraid of?

He couldn't help but get up from the ground like a second dog with a flattering face and asked carefully: "Your Majesty, do you have any instructions for summoning me?"

"How is the publicity department you asked?" Zhu Youxiao asked.

"Propaganda Department...is OK..." Fatty Wang's tone suddenly became a little listless.

It’s not that he doesn’t work hard, but that he really is not energetic. He thought that he could have a good time by becoming a high-ranking official, and he slept earlier than a pig every day and got up later than a pig. But the fact is that he slept later than a dog and got up earlier than a chicken.

Fatty Wang only realized that there was nothing, and he started from scratch, let alone money, the people in the Zhongzhen Fushi were even counted as less than 500 kilograms.

Seeing the grandeur of the North and South Towns and Government Office, he could easily pull out three thousand little brothers, Fatty Wang was really working hard. At least after all these time, the Zhongzhen Towns and Government Office could be considered stable in this capital area.

But in this publicity department... Wang Fatty only wanted to cry to Zhu Youxiao.

Your Majesty, you will grant 5,000 taels of silver. What can this little money do? What can you do with the sound of the capital to the entire Ming Dynasty. With this little money, it is considered a painstaking effort to bring your voice around the capital.

"It's okay? Come on, explain to me what it means." Zhu Youxiao immediately understood. It must be not very good, otherwise it would be okay, it should be OK.

"This...I...I'm incompetent..." Fatty Wang lowered his head and covered his huge face with sweat. He couldn't help but reach out and touched it, throwing a trace of water on the ground...

"Just say you can control wherever you can control it now, where does so much nonsense come from!" Zhu Youxiao was a little impatient.

"It can basically be reached in the Jingji area, and other local officials are still working hard." Fatty Wang said very simply.

Oh! Zhu Youxiao looked at this fat man with admiration again. He could cover the Propaganda Department's hands in the Gyeonggi area in ten days. It seems that this fat man's talent is not just about business. I thought he had not started work at all, which surprised me a little.

"Tell me, what did you do?" Zhu Youxiao remembered that the printing press he transformed had not been completed yet, and this fat man could reach his hand to the Gyeonggi area. He was really curious.

"I have bribed storytellers, beggars, performers, tricks, and other things. These people rely on stuttering to eat. The people do not understand the great principles or understand anything. But they like to listen to stories. These people have more stories, so bribed them to buy the ears of the people." Fatty Wang explained to Zhu Youxiao one-on-one.

To be honest, Zhu Youxiao also understood this truth, but his mind didn't turn around for a while. The propaganda department he prepared was actually mainly running newspapers. He forgot that this was not the era in later generations when almost everyone could read newspapers. At this time, it was difficult to find two people in the Ming Dynasty who could read two words in one hundred people. It was not uncommon for some places to read in a village.

It’s not that newspapers cannot be run, but the target of newspapers is scholars.

However, Zhu Youxiao still felt that this fat man was smiling so ugly that he still had to beat him well. If he praised him a few words, his tail would not be raised to the sky.

"Ba!" Zhu Youxiao patted the imperial case and pointed at Fatty Wang's nose and cursed: "It's been a few days now! I've just arrived in the Jingji area! Are you eating a dry meal? You will only grow flesh but not brains! What's the use of me?"

"Emperor..." Fatty Wang was so aggrieved that he didn't know what to do. He was indeed scolded. The old man said right, accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger.

"I will spread it to me hard, and I will let the whole world know that God has shown his spirit and given the Nine Cauldrons to me for the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Youxiao’s purpose is very obvious. Everyone in the world must know that he is the most orthodox one. No matter who else is, he is heretic, and he will be punished by God!

God’s choice is also the support of the people. Otherwise, the emperors of every dynasty and every generation would attach so much importance to God’s doing and call themselves the emperor. This is righteousness! People at this time recognize this!

The Nine Cauldrons were placed in front of the Taimiao for the people in the Jingji area to visit. For a moment, a large number of people were kneeling in front of the Taimiao, burning incense and worshiping there. This was also intentional by Zhu Youxiao.

If it weren't for the Thousand Jinyiwei defending in front of the Nine Dings, I'd probably rushed up and hugged Jiuding and refused to let go.

At a tea stall outside the crowd, a woman in white looked at Jiuding inside with a cloak. Next to her was an old man dressed in an old farmer, and from time to time, she looked smart in her eyes.

"Sir, do you think these Nine Calendars are real?" the woman in white said in a low voice.

The fact of the Nine Cauldrons is too important. Who knows if God will be angry when they do things? No matter how big his mother Wusheng is, she may not be as big as God.

The special envoy dressed in the old farmer pinched the two beards on the corner of his mouth, looked at Jiuding in the distance, and shook his head.
Chapter completed!