After Fang Zhengyi's full push, reporters began to walk around the streets the next day.
Fang Zhengyi was sitting in the newspaper office and thinking hard.
The newspaper is divided into several sections, including science, sunshine politics, people's lives, celebrity interviews, etc...
Fang Zheng's main focus is naturally on public affairs. It won't take a few days for him to use public opinion to influence hundreds of officials after the newspapers are published.
It was obviously a bit hasty to do this, but he had no time to waste.
Even if officials donate food, how much they can donate, when they can donate it, and how long it will take to transport it to the south are all factors beyond their control.
Fang Zhengyi can only reduce time in the part that makes a difference.
But what he is thinking about now is not the political section, and he is not in a hurry about this part yet.
What he wants to write now is approaching science.
Ever since the blood of the eminent monk of Fuyun Temple became famous, things seemed to be developing in a strange direction.
Bottle after bottle of monk's blood appeared on the market.
Obviously those monks don't have that much blood to drain, but the market has been hyped up.
Therefore, the various fake blood currently popular on the market must come from unknown sources.
A group of ignorant people bought and drank it at a high price and didn't know what kind of illness they would get.
Blood is dirtier than anything else.
Fang Zhengyi thought hard for a long time and solemnly put pen to paper.
[Approaching the first issue of science, the cursed Fuyun Temple! 】
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The next day, little newsboys who had been arranged in various places in the city took to the streets one by one, carrying bags.
Selling on the street.
"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! The Prince's Daily will be published today. The latest news in the city can be found in the newspaper. Each page only costs five cents!"
Many scholars surrounded the newsboy curiously.
But the people around him were obviously very curious, but when they stopped and observed, it was obvious that there were words on it, and they couldn't understand it, so buying it back was in vain.
Soon, people gathered around and asked curiously: "Kid! What are you selling? Are you related to the prince?"
"This is called a newspaper! All the big and small events in the city are written in the newspaper every day. His Highness the Prince personally writes this newspaper! One page only costs five cents, and the quantity is limited, first come, first served!"
"The prince's things? Really five cents? Come here and let me see!"
It's only five cents. The price of a bowl of Yangchun noodles can be exchanged for a piece of paper full of words, which is obviously a great value.
People who came to buy didn't hesitate much and just paid for one.
The scholar took the newspaper handed over by the newsboy, unfolded it and read it carefully, and his friends around him also leaned over.
After a while, the scholar smiled and said to the people around him: "Brother Liu, this newspaper is interesting. Look, it actually records the events in the court."
Brother Liu couldn't help but look at the science section. After hearing what he said, his eyes moved over.
He read it softly.
"These heart-warming words in the court?... His Majesty affectionately called Fang Zhengyi Fang Qing... His Majesty cares about the people and cannot sleep at night, and all the officials are also worried about the food crisis..."
"Well, it looks fresh, but it doesn't seem to have any substantive content. What did Baiguan do? I don't understand."
"And the wording is too plain. Is this really what the prince did?"
The two looked at each other and immediately felt that they had been cheated.
"Look again!"
"Hey, here's a spiritual ginseng soup: dedicated to students all over the world. What is this?"
"If you are not brave, no one will be strong for you."
"No one gets hurt and learns to be strong at the same time."
"............"
"Be afraid of hardship and endure hardship for a lifetime; don't be afraid of hardship and endure hardship for half a lifetime."
The two looked at each other again, their eyes a little excited, and then looked down again.
Scenes like this, large and small, began to appear one by one in the capital.
Many people can see so much news in one day, and it feels like it's New Year's Eve, and they are so happy that they can't open their mouths from ear to ear.
After all, talking about poetry every day is quite boring. I didn’t expect that one day I would have so many melons to eat at the same time.
There are no less than seventy-eight records of such things as visiting the widow's house at night and the butcher's bravery to rescue the drowning man.
However, what ordinary people are most concerned about is obviously the suspense drama, the cursed Fuyun Temple.
Countless people gathered around the newspaper reader who had been invited long ago, listening to him tell the sensational stories about the blood of eminent monks.
Although Fang Zheng only wrote the first half, the shocking words in the newspaper still made people tremble.
Suffering from serious illness, giving birth to deformed children, scholars coming into contact with the blood of eminent monks will lead to mental retardation, the imperial court will never use it, etc.
No one knows why all this is happening, but the angry crowd has already set their sights on Fuyun Temple...
As for those who are studying, they must be more interested in chicken soup.
Especially the last piece that Fang Zhengyi revised, "Preface to Ma Sheng in Dongyang". The original text was so long that Fang Zhengyi couldn't remember it clearly.
I wrote half of it stumblingly, and then sent it to Taoyuan County to fill in the blanks. I printed it after I had roughly filled in the meaning.
Many people's impression of Fang Zhengyi changed greatly after watching it!
The original image of a traitorous minister in the eyes of many scholars has changed into an image of a person who came from an extremely poor family when he was young, worked tirelessly to study, and his hands and feet were stiff with cold, but he was still diligent and hardworking.
Even if such a person becomes a traitor, who can't understand it?
After all, how can you criticize others when life is already so miserable? .And the previous paragraphs, which are concise and comprehensive, and speak directly to the heart, are obviously Fang Zhengyi’s true feelings!
Is such a person really a traitor? Even if a traitor can be so honest with each other, it really makes people cry!
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In the newspaper office, Li Yuanzhao was still holding the newspaper and complaining.
He pointed at the plate of soul ginseng soup with his hand.
"Old Fang, I'm not telling you, what's the use of writing this spiritual ginseng soup? Isn't this a waste of space?"
Fang Zheng glanced at him: "Haha, Your Highness doesn't understand. Are the students in the world more proud or frustrated?"
"Of course you are more disappointed? What's wrong?"
"That's right, this is for those frustrated students. We must strive to win the favor of the majority of people in order to have credibility."
"Tell me about those scholars who fail to pass the exams many times. In addition to being looked down upon or ridiculed by, let's just give them some spiritual ginseng soup to replenish their health..."
In fact, the main reason is to clear myself, my reputation is too bad.
Those scholars who have connections will always follow the thighs they hug and shame themselves, so we can only fight for most of the ones that don't matter.
If you pour chicken soup into your body, it won’t work if you don’t believe it!
Of course, there was a lot of chicken soup in Jingguo's literary world, but in Fang Zhengyi's opinion, those things were too restrained, too reserved, and too low in purity! Fade out bird!
Compared with Fang Zhengyi's 21st Century Selected Chicken Soup, it's just a thick soup that you can stuff your mouth with.
Just say it’s fresh or not!
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