After Yan Shifan read the contents of the letter, his mind suddenly buzzed and went blank.
After coming back to his senses, Yan Shifan didn't hesitate at all. He immediately took the letter and knocked on Yan Song's door.
At this moment, Yan Song was sitting in front of the book desk, looking at the books in his hands with special concentration. He coughed a few times from time to time. When he heard the movement outside the door, he frowned slightly and quickly put the books in his hands aside. He spoke.
"come in!"
After getting Yan Song's permission, Yan Shifan boldly entered Yan Song's room.
The furnishings in the room were as usual, without much change.
Yan Shifan just glanced briefly, then withdrew his gaze, and immediately stood respectfully, not daring to make any move.
Seeing this situation, Yan Song sighed helplessly, took off his reading glasses and asked.
"Tell me, what happened again?"
Seeing this, Yan Shifan quickly took out the letter Zheng Michang sent to him from his sleeve and handed it to Yan Song respectfully.
"Father, not long ago, Zheng Michang, the governor of Zhejiang Province who was my subordinate, sent a letter saying that the grains owned by the mulberry farmers in Zhejiang Province were missing!"
"The relief grains prepared previously cannot support the consumption of mulberry farmers. If there is not enough grain as a guarantee, changing from rice to mulberry will fail and we will not be able to continue."
"In addition, I suspect that this matter has something to do with Xu Jie, I..."
Before Yan Shifan finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Yan Song: "Nonsense, who else could be there besides him!"
After Yan Song reprimanded Yan Shifan, he put on his reading glasses again. After reading the contents of the letter from beginning to end, he put it aside and fell into deep thought.
Seeing this situation, Yan Shifan did not dare to disturb him, so he had to wait quietly.
I don't know how long time passed. When Yan Song came back to his senses, Yan Shifan saw this and quickly stepped forward and asked.
"Father, is there any solution?"
Yan Song saw the hope in Yan Shifan's eyes, shook his head imperceptibly, and immediately spoke.
"Now, we definitely can't count on the Ministry of Revenue. As the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Xu Jie has many ways to prevent the grain from being transported to Zhejiang smoothly. If it is delayed for a while on the road, others will not be able to say anything."
When Yan Song said this, he paused for a moment, picked up the tea cup on the side, and drank all the tea in the cup.
Yan Song put the teacup in his hand back to its original position, then turned his gaze to Yan Shifan, and suddenly emphasized his tone.
"By then, when the grain from the Ministry of Revenue arrives in Zhejiang, it will be too late!"
"It seems that this Xu Jie is using a trick to drain his salary from under the cauldron!"
After listening to Yan Song's analysis, Yan Shifan was furious. He gritted his teeth and secretly resented it, with a look of unwillingness on his face.
"In a month or two at most, the mulberry seedlings planted earlier will mature and grow mulberry leaves!"
"At that time, we will be able to continuously produce raw silk, which will not only meet the needs of the Weaving Bureau, but the court, us, and the people of Zhejiang will also be able to profit from it!"
"This damn Xu Jie has to happen at this time..."
Immediately afterwards, when Yan Shifan said this, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and turned to Yan Song and said: "Father, you said, if we go to see His Majesty now, Xu Jie's deliberate destruction will be changed into mulberry." What will happen if I tell His Majesty the truth about this behavior?"
Yan Shifan originally thought that his proposal would be approved by Yan Song.
Unexpectedly, after Yan Shifan's words, Yan Song's face suddenly darkened, as if he hated iron, and reprimanded: "You idiot, can you use your brain every time before you speak!"
When Yan Song said this, perhaps because he was too excited, he began to cough violently.
When Yan Shifan saw this, he immediately panicked and quickly stepped forward and slapped Yan Song on the back.
After a while, Yan Song's breathing became smoother and his coughing stopped. He turned his eyes to Yan Shifan and continued.
"Since Xu Jie dared to do this, he must have made a thorough plan beforehand. You rashly went to see His Majesty without any conclusive evidence. What do you want to do? Do you want to die?"
Yan Shifan quickly understood after listening to Yan Song's explanation. Immediately, he saw a look of shame on his face, picked up the teapot on the side, poured Yan Song another cup of hot tea, and then asked.
"Father, how should we respond next?"
"We can't just watch helplessly and fail in converting rice into mulberry!"
After Yan Song heard this, he thought about it for a moment and then ordered in a deep voice.
"Go and check immediately to see if there is any excess grain available for mobilization in the neighboring provinces of Zhejiang!"
"Come over and see me immediately after you get the results!"
When Yan Shifan heard this, he immediately responded in a deep voice.
"Yes, father, let's do it now!"
After Yan Shifan left, Yan Song sat back on the chair again, rubbing his temples with his hands, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.
…
As night falls, the Forbidden City also lights up with an orange glow.
At this moment, Lu Fang was seen walking in a hurry on the road in the Forbidden City. Even if the eunuchs and maids saluted him, he ignored them. In his sleeves, there were two newspaper samples that had just been printed.
As Lu Fang got closer and closer to the Yangxin Hall where Jiajing was, her heart gradually became uneasy.
At this moment, Lu Fang was both nervous and looking forward to the upcoming meeting.
On the one hand, Lu Fang was afraid that the printed newspaper would not be in line with Jiajing's wishes, thus betraying Jiajing's trust. On the other hand, Lu Fang wanted Jiajing to see the results of her sleepless efforts in recent days.
Thinking of this, Lu Fang carefully checked the two newspaper samples in his sleeves again. After confirming that they were correct, he stepped onto the stairs in front of the Yangxin Hall.
At this moment, the lights in Yangxin Hall were still bright.
Jiajing was sitting in front of the bookcase, looking intently at the formation secret book in his hand. Seeing Lu Fang come in, Jiajing slowly closed the book in his hand, turned his eyes to Lu Fang, and asked.
"Lu Fang, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Your Majesty, here are the two sample magazines printed by the Information Agency. Please take a look at these two sample magazines. Are there any deficiencies?"
After Lu Fang finished speaking, without any hesitation, he immediately took out the sample issues of the two newspapers from his sleeves and came to Jiajing's side.
"Oh, it's done so quickly, show it to me!"
After listening to Lu Fang's report, Jiajing took the newspaper from Lu Fang's hand, opened it immediately, and began to read the contents carefully.
When Jiajing opened the Daming Daily in front of him, the scent of ink suddenly hit his face.
Because before this, Jiajing had informed Lu Fang of the styles of later newspapers.
Therefore, the style of the Daming Daily that has been printed is not much different from the newspapers of later generations. If we insist on finding differences, at best, they are only different in the quality and speed of printing.
Jiajing looked at the Daming Daily in front of him, and for a moment he felt like he was in another world.
At this moment, Lu Fang was secretly observing the expression on Jiajing's face. Seeing this, a trace of panic flashed through her heart, and she said to herself: "Your Majesty is not satisfied with the printed newspaper, right?"
Thinking of this, Lu Fang became more and more uneasy. At this moment, Jiajing came back to his senses and began to browse the above content carefully.
The contents of the newspaper mainly covered the entire process of how the Ming army, led by Yang Xuan, the governor of Jiliao, captured the Tatar Khan. In addition, it also interspersed the memories of some of the parties involved.
Of course, in order for the newspaper to become popular, there will inevitably be some exaggerations in the specific description.
(End of chapter)
