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"My lord, I bought something for you." Ji Zhong took out a small stack of booklets and handed them to Chen Luo. Chen Luo took it, and it was the newspaper that the groom had introduced before.

Chen Luo carefully flipped through the newspaper, about fifteen or six pages in length, which contained a lot of poems, divided into categories.There are poems written by Confucian scholars who were promoted to "Cheng Poetry Realm", and there are also appreciation and analysis of poems by other famous scholars.

After turning over the chapters of the poems, there are several masters' comments on some scriptures.These people have not yet reached the level of "writing books and discussing", so they can only express their own views on certain classics, and the length is not long.

The last part is actually a ranking list. The top [-] Confucian scholars and the top [-] Confucius were selected for ranking. I don't know what the basis for the ranking is.

"The Confucian scholars are called the talent list, and the rankings are made according to the strength of the talents in the Confucian scholars." Ji Zhong explained. "Master is called the Shan Hai Bang, which is ranked according to the amount of feedback received from the Dao of Heaven in Shu Shan Xue Hai."

Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong: "I don't have your name!"

Ji Zhong: (д)

Ji Zhong: I will go up sooner or later.

Chen Luo: Then hurry up, you have become a poet, and you will have to compete in the mountains and seas in the future.

Ji Zhong: (へメ)

Chen Luo smiled, and then got down to business: "Are there many similar articles?"

Ji Zhong froze for a moment, then shook his head: "How could there be so many? Only Wenchang Pavilion has the confidence to collect poems from all over the world, and can guarantee that each issue will have explanations of scriptures. There are some literary schools in the local area that do similar things, but It’s all localized.”

"In addition to Wenbao, there is also Dibao in this form, which records some court decisions and major events in the world. Every day at the post station, you can buy the Dibao issued the day before."

"The last is the grass newspaper you showed me, son. That kind of thing, like weeds, can be found everywhere. It's all about vulgar content, and it's all about earning a little money by publishing information."

Ji Zhong told Chen Luo everything he knew in one breath, Chen Luo nodded slightly, and the facts were exactly what he thought.

In view of the fact that the way of heaven in this world lies in the player's long simulator, in fact, the whole world is in a state of "keep your ears off the window and read only the books of sages and sages".

Except for brothels and gambling halls, there is no entertainment.

There is no gossip except for street news.

Yawen's restrictions on the way of heaven even penetrated into plain text, and there are no fictional stories or legends.

It's really—

Very good!

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie" Chen Luo let out a night owl-like laugh, so terrifying!

"Young Master?" For a moment, Ji Zhong thought that something had possessed Chen Luo, and he wanted to fight him with a righteous spirit.

"Xiao Ji!" Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong with a smile on his face, "Say, the young master is also going to run a newspaper, how about it?"

Wei Yan offered a cup of fragrant tea: "Men, how is that kid observing?"

The black-faced Confucian Song Tuizhi took the fragrant tea and glared at Wei Yan: "What is that boy? If the old man approves of him, he will be your little uncle. Do you have the manners!"

Wei Yan's face froze, and he said with a sneer: "Isn't this not yet?"

Song Tuizhi didn't bother with this topic, and asked, "Qu Lihou, do you know who he is? What's the grudge between him and Chen Luo?"

Wei Yan thought for a while: "Qu Lihou? Qi Xingming, a former minister of rites, went to the barbarian region to collude with a small tribe of barbarians, but was beheaded by the barbarian king! Marquis, why did your mentor mention it?"

"It's the loyal minister. Today he wants to be unfavorable to Chen Luo! Do the two have any grudges?"

Wei Yan frowned and shook his head: "The two have never met each other. But Qi Huaiyu's son, who has been neglected since childhood, is arrogant and domineering."

"If I'm not wrong, it should be Qi Huaiyu who is jealous of Chen Luo's share of Zhong Kui's biography, and wants to take a share. In his eyes, Chen Luo is just a wild boy from a remote place. God, it's very easy to handle."

"There are quite a few children of officials like this in Zhongjing. Perhaps someone behind Qi Huaiyu himself is urging him to throw stones to ask for directions!"

Song Tuizhi nodded, stood up and walked out.

"Men, where are you going?"

Song Tuizhi: "It's my fault for raising my father. Since my father passed away, it's my grandfather's fault. I'm going to beat Qi Kexiu and let him take good care of his grandson!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Tuizhi disappeared before Wei Yan's eyes. Wei Yan sighed and continued to make tea for himself.

"Master's temper has not changed after so many years!"

"Running a newspaper?" Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo with disgust, "My lord, why are you running that stuff?"

Looking at Ji Zhong's expression, Chen Luo thought of the eunuch Wang Li's words again in his mind.

"The face of the Earl's Mansion!"

Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong angrily: "What kind of newspaper do you think I want to run?"

"Of course it's a grass-roots newspaper!" Ji Zhong replied without even thinking about it, "You can't do a literary newspaper either."

"What if I serialized The Swordsman on it?"

Ji Zhong was startled, and held back for a long time: "My lord, why bother to go to such lengths, wouldn't it be better to just compile and publish it?"

"It's too expensive!" Chen Luo sighed, "Many people can't afford a whole Yawen book. If you divide the purchase of each chapter, everyone can afford it."

"Actually, the main thing is to have a fixed publishing channel. After all, I still have a lot of books." Chen Luo added in his heart.

At this moment, Ji Zhong has been moved by Chen Luo's statement.He is not from a wealthy family. With his talent, he has cultivated to the realm of poetry, and there are many hardships along the way. The most difficult thing is to ask for books.If the books are taken apart and sold separately, it will give many people a choice.

What he didn't know was that in his previous life, after reading a chapter of martial arts, there would be no other choice.

"Master, great virtue!" Ji Zhong got up and bowed, "Ji Zhong must follow with all his strength!"

Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong in surprise, did he release his arrogance just now?

"There are three most important steps in running a newspaper." Chen Luo mused, "Content, printing, and distribution!"

"For content, the serialization of Swordsman is not enough, we must open up other sections!"

"For printing, go to Wei Yan's place and walk around to see if you can squeeze some wool. Bah, can the business of scholars be called squeezing? This is called resource sharing!"

"The most important thing is that it's released. It's best to get official channels before it can be spread out."

"But right now, we can start a trial in Zhongjing. For example, la la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers."

Classic occupation in ancient and modern China and abroad: newsboy!

"Things need to be resolved one by one! Think about it first, besides martial arts serialization, what content can there be?"

"Social news? No, it's too manpower-intensive."

"Contributions from readers? Forget it, where are the editors!"

"Hire someone to open a column? Well, I can't afford the manuscript fee!"

"Or is it also the contents of the draft newspaper? No, no, the face of the Earl's Mansion!"

"Poetry competes with newspapers for the market, and I'm tired of working."

Chen Luo never expected that the plan was full and the reality was very skinny. His big plan for running the newspaper was stuck on the content of the page from the very beginning.

"Aside from martial arts serials, what else can I write?"