In the past two days, Yu Shinan has been very energetic.

Not long ago, Wang Ye had just entrusted him with a newspaper as a powerful public opinion weapon. Before he could start to arrange it, his dear son-in-law has created a magical artifact like artillery.

Every morning court, there are always a lot of officials surrounding Yu Shinan. Although Yu Shinan knows that these people suddenly curry favor with him because of Wang Ye, this feeling of being valued is really great.

The impact of artillery is huge. In the past few days, several groups belonging to the aristocratic family have suddenly become much quieter.

Some people impeached Wang Ye’s arena before, which hurt Tianhe, and some people impeached Wang Ye, the magistrate of Jingyang County, as an inappropriate official, and rarely have been in court several times so far.

In short, there are many reasons, and even impeached the people around the king. Anyway, Li Yuan knew that these people were just because they were hoarding food and reselling them, and the king also ruined good things, so they were all looking for trouble.

But although they knew that these people had bad intentions, they just stepped on Wang Ye's point, which made Li Yuan too partial.

But now, it's better to make a decision.

Those circulating censors seemed to have their souls been taken away. They used to whine around as soon as they went to court, but now they are like wooden people.

What's more, some people directly complained about illness at home. Of course, these are the most fierce people who impeached the king at the time, and now they are obviously afraid.

On that day, just as I got off the court, Yu Shinan drove Yu Lingyan's Beijing 90 to Jingyang as usual.

The workshop area is now very strict, but it depends on people. It’s like seeing this Beijing 90s, basically no matter who it is, it will be released directly.

Of course, except for the gunpowder grinding area.

Yu Shinan hurried to the lounge and changed into a regular dress, and then ran to the newly established movable type printing workshop.

Workers here are working hard, carving movable types, typesetting, ink-painting, and brushing paper...

During the Chinese New Year, Wang Ye gave Li Yuan the method of printing movable type to the Chinese New Year, but Li Yuan did not seem to pay too much attention, but only asked people to use it to print some ancient books.

Judging from the surprised expression when Yu Shinan first saw this printing method, Li Yuan did not promote movable type printing.

This is a bit beyond Wang Ye's expectations. After all, there are very few books in this era. As the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, shouldn't Li Yuan print a large number of books?

The king didn't understand, but he didn't plan to delve into it. Anyway, he only cared about his own personal interests.

As soon as Yu Shinan entered the printing workshop, he saw Wang Ye.

"How is it? Can you see the small characters clearly?" Yu Shinan asked with a worried look on his face.

Wang Ye turned around and looked at him and smiled, "I changed a lot of ink recipes, but I finally succeeded, but the ink dries relatively slowly."

Yu Shinan nodded and picked up a printed newspaper from the table.

This newspaper is almost the same as the ordinary newspapers in later generations, from typeface to paper, it is exactly the same.

The problem now lies in the ink. If Wang also purchases ink directly from Modern, it would be convenient.

However, for the sake of long-term consideration, Wang Ye still asked the craftsmen to constantly try to mix special ink.

"Yes, you can see these mung bean-sized characters very clearly, and every hook and stroke is very clear." Yu Shinan said with satisfaction.

Wang Ye smiled slightly, and he was very satisfied with this newspaper.

"As for the ink air drying issue, we can build a fire room in the workshop area to dry newspapers specifically." Yu Shinan said indifferently.

Wang thought about it, and now he can only do this. Of course, in order to make printing more convenient in the future, the experiment of mixing ink formulas must not be stopped.

"It's good that way. It seems that the first [Jiuzhou Business Daily] will be released tomorrow." Wang also clapped the dust on his hands.

"I'll start tomorrow? Will it be too anxious?" Yu Shinan asked in surprise.

"No hurry, we only spend every seven days now. In fact, according to my plan, this newspaper should be published every day." Wang also remembered that those newspapers in later generations were basically sent every day.

"This..." Yu Shinan didn't have that idea and asked worriedly: "I can post a newspaper this day, and there is no such thing as writing so much content. I feel it's very forced to post it every seven days."

Wang Ye was stunned when he heard this and suddenly remembered a good idea: "Old Taishan, I think our newspaper should add another information."

"What information?" Yu Shinan asked.

"News are collected with prizes. We can pay for news. At that time, the rewards will be divided according to the explosiveness of the news. There will definitely be many people who will reveal the news." Wang also became more and more excited as he thought about it.

Yu Shinan was stunned: "News? Breaking? What is the revelation?"

Seeing that he was confused, Wang Ye thought that the generation gap was not too big, so he had to patiently popularize the business knowledge of the newspapers of later generations for Yu Shinan.

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The next day, Chinatown.

It is still noisy and bustling, and there are people wearing all kinds of clothes, including some ladies and daughters strolling around.

You should know that before the emergence of Chinatown, the nobles and ladies of the Tang Dynasty had their maids do their best to buy things.

Few people go to the street to buy goods themselves, let alone buy nothing, just come and hang out.

[A Summer of Love] Wang Ye’s newly opened dessert shop, mainly selling ice cream and smoothies.

"Sister Ying'er, this red date-flavored ice cream is eating strangely." An eleven-year-old girl was licking a cone and complaining to her companions with a tangled look on her face.

This man, the king, also knows Cui Ying'er from the Cui family. These days, he often brings his cousin to Chinatown for a walk whenever he has something to do.

Now that Cui's business has been handed over to a clan uncle, Cui Ying'er used to have some say, but now she can only follow the family's arrangements and wait for her marriage next year.

The little girl was Kuai Xueer who accompanied Cui Ying'er to watch a movie before, and she was also a beauty that everyone loved.

"Little fool, didn't I say yesterday that this red date-flavored ice cream is not very good." Cui Ying'er was also holding a cone at this time, and the color should be matcha flavored.

Although Kuai Xueer complained that the red dates were not delicious, her little tongue was still sweeping over the ice cream. After hearing her cousin's words, she said aggrievedly: "But I have never eaten the cone here."

While two beauties, one big and one young, were still joking about the taste of ice cream, a young boy in his teenager was carrying a big bag of newspapers to the street to hawk for sale.

"I've sold newspapers, I've sold newspapers. One copy costs only two cents. There is the latest battle situation in the north, the preview of the new product of the Datang Chamber of Commerce, and the latest recruitment information of the workshop. Come and buy it. One copy costs only two cents......"

The young man may have had his voice not very loud because of his first hawking. Instead, he kept sweating while holding the newspaper. After all, he didn't know what happened to this newspaper for the first time, and he was afraid that he would let down Wang Ye's expectations.

This young man is Zhang Laolai's grandson, whose nickname is Zhang Bi, his nickname is Shiba, Zhang Qi, Zhang Shisan and others are of the same generation.

"Huh? Shopkeeper Wang, what did that kid shout? I didn't hear it clearly?" At the entrance of Cuiyuxuan Chinatown branch, a gorgeously dressed official asked Wang Shigui next to him curiously.

Wang Shigui also looked puzzled. He vaguely heard words such as "The Tang Dynasty Chamber of Commerce's new product preview".

Shaking his head embarrassedly at the official, Wang Shigui waved directly to Zhang Bi and said, "Little Langjun, Little Langjun..."

Zhang Bi was still nervous. Suddenly, he heard someone calling him Xiaolangjun. His first reaction was that he didn't think he was calling him, but he was instinctively curious to see.

This made me even more nervous. I didn't expect that the man was really waving in this direction.

Zhang Bi looked constipated and looked around, as if he was the only one young man, who should be called himself.

It’s just that the noble character of the man who calls me is wearing ten big golden rings on his hands. It’s obvious that I’m selling newspapers now, so they might be planning to buy newspapers.

Zhang Bi understood after thinking this and hurriedly walked towards Wang Shigui.
Chapter completed!