"Everything has been stamped today. I will give you a day off from the Beijing Cultural Festival tomorrow. If you want to see the excitement, you can go."
Lin Yixiao looked at these Imperial College Scholars.
"Your Highness Chitose!"
"Your Highness Chitose!"
Zheng Yu and others cheered.
The printing craftsmen also smiled at this scene. They looked at His Royal Highness from a distance with many emotions in their hearts.
once Upon a time.
They never thought that one day they would be so close to the prince of Dayan.
…
"Mr. Chen, you have worked hard during this period. After the literary meeting is over, let people from the Ministry of Industry come to carry the money and work hard to make movable type plates and typefaces!"
Lin is also quite confident.
"Does the household department have money?" Chen Jingzhi was stunned for a moment.
“I don’t know if the Ministry of Household Affairs has money, but the officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs must have money!”
Lin did not elaborate.
Chen Jingzhi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, gritted his teeth and said: "Your Highness, you...can you make it clear to me?"
'Aren't you comfortable if you don't get to the bottom of things? '
Lin Yi looked at Chen Jingzhi, picked up a weekly newspaper with His Majesty's signature, and said, "Just ask Mr. Chen if you want to buy it?"
"purchase!"
Chen Jing subconsciously said, and then suddenly realized.
Which official wouldn’t want to own this weekly newspaper with His Majesty’s seal?
What scholar wouldn't want to put it in his book and take it out for pilgrimage every now and then.
Lin Yi had an idea and asked: "Master Chen, I will sell you a share, how much money will you pay?"
Chen Jingzhi understood Lin Yi's thoughts and said seriously: "If it is His Majesty's name alone, I will think it is priceless!"
"And your Majesty's name is in this weekly newspaper. It is more like His Majesty's will to announce to the world. I think it is priceless!"
"But if you really want me to give you some money, I will give you...one tael!"
Chen Jingzhi did not forget to explain: "My salary is one hundred taels a month. As a doctor in the Ministry of Industry, I am forced to rent a big house. The monthly rent is ten taels. In addition to the expenses of my mother and the minister, plus Your Majesty bestows upon my mother the title of Madam, and the maids beside me shall be standard..."
"I see!"
You held it back... Lin Yi nodded and patted Chen Jingzhi's shoulder.
It's not easy for men.
A person can support a family, hold a high position, and have supporting living standards.
'The monthly salary of a doctor in the Ministry of Industry is only one hundred taels, but Mo Youde, the prefect of Jintian Prefecture, and a thousand-year-old Longwei, can embezzle millions of taels of silver...'
Lin Yi was shocked when he thought of the properties seized by Jintian Mansion.
Chen Jingzhi had to work for the court for thousands of years without eating or drinking, so that he could earn the money that Mo Youde and Jiang Bingshan embezzled.
"This weekly report is for you. Go back and show it to your mother!" Lin Yidao.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Chen Jingzhi bowed, took the weekly newspaper with both hands, put it away solemnly, and then left.
He told his mother about the weekly newspaper, but her mother didn't quite believe it. How could the imperial court expose his shortcomings?
But now, mother will believe it.
With Your Highness and His Majesty working together, Dayan will definitely get better and better.
…
"Somebody come!"
After Chen Jingzhi left, Lin Yi summoned a guard.
"Your Highness!"
The imperial guards knew that Lin Yi was the legitimate prince, so they clasped their fists and saluted.
"Prepare a carriage to come."
"yes!"
After the imperial guards retreated, it didn't take long for a carriage to be found. Under Lin Yi's arrangement, they entered the printing workshop through the side door.
The completed Dayan Weekly newspapers were loaded onto the carriage.
until night.
The weekly report stamped with His Majesty's seal was finally completed, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
More than 50,000 newspapers are actually not heavy, only weighing more than 600 kilograms.
A carriage is enough to transport it to Yueyang Mountain.
Lin Yi looked at Changsun Ce and others who were tired after a long day, and said: "Everyone, please go back to your room and rest. Tomorrow there will be a cultural festival in the capital. You can go wherever you want."
Except for Zheng Yu, all of these Imperial College bachelors lived in the official dormitories.
"yes!"
Everyone was excited.
"Zheng Yu!"
Lin Yi then looked at Zheng Yu and said, "Is your fiancée's home far from the imperial city?"
Zheng Yu said: "It's okay!"
"Let's rest here and go back tomorrow?" Lin Yidao.
"No, Your Highness, my fiancée's home is not far away. She will be home soon..."
Zheng Yu shook his head.
"Okay, go back and rest early!" Lin Yi didn't say anything more.
…
After everyone left.
Lin Yi relied on sitting on the carriage. Tomorrow was the cultural gathering in the capital. When he thought of the place, he chose Yueyang Tower.
He had an indescribable feeling.
Will this article focus specifically on his areas of expertise?
"Tomorrow will be the cultural gathering, and the day after tomorrow will be the imperial gathering. Maybe I will move into the palace. From then on, the world will be as far as my eyes can see..."
Lin Yi looked at everything in Dayan Weekly with a bit of reluctance.
But regardless of his identity or his path of literary practice, he is destined not to stay here forever.
There will be more things waiting for him to do.
…
Beijing.
Nancheng.
The lights on the road were dim, and Zheng Yu could see the road clearly only when his eyes were filled with energy.
I walked around in the dark for more than an hour before returning to the street outside my door.
There was a smile on his face.
After getting off work every day, I walk for more than an hour. The greatest happiness is eating a hot meal cooked by my fiancée.
And...the warm hot bed.
He promised his fiancée that he would become famous in the future and buy her a very large house in the capital.
Take her and her father-in-law and mother-in-law, and honor them well.
At the door of Ma's house.
A girl with a little makeup opened the door and walked out.
"Rong'er!"
Zheng Yu, who was dragging his tired body, immediately became energetic when he saw the girl.
That is his fiancée, Ma Xiaorong. Her father is Long Wei Xiaoqi, and her family background is not bad in the capital.
However.
What Zheng Yu didn't expect was that when his fiancée Ma Xiaorong walked out of the house and looked around, he stretched out his hand with a blushing face and pulled a man out from behind the door.
Then she leaned against the man's chest.
Buzz!
Deng Deng~
When Zheng Yu saw this scene, he felt as if his head had been hit hard, and his body took several steps back.
His eyes were red, he felt like his heart had been stabbed, and his throat was sweet.
At the same time, a huge anger filled his heart.
"Calm down, Rong'er loves me. This should be her relative, maybe the cousin who often gives her gifts!"
Zheng Yu was not impulsive. He and Rong Er looked forward to the future together.
He hid in a dark corner and watched quietly.
"Brother Ze, you are so bad. The bed at home is already quite old, but now you are so good that you have shaken it!"
Ma Xiaorong looked at the handsome man displeased and said coquettishly: "When that fool comes back tonight, I don't even know what excuses to make."
Brother Ze pinched Ma Xiaorong's butt and said with a smile: "You little slut, the one hundred taels of silver I just left for you wasn't enough?"
"It's getting late, I should go back, in case your fiancé comes back and bumps into you!"
He touched Ma Xiaorong's 'conscience' and said with a smile, "It's time to go!"
"I'm not afraid of being caught by that fool. It just so happens that I can kick him away. I have all his salary from the Imperial College over the years. I have saved it as a dowry for marrying Brother Ze!"
Ma Xiaorong enjoys the man's methods, Xiafei has both cheeks.
"Rong...Rong'er?"
Zheng Yu's voice trembled in the darkness, carrying fear, confusion, and even more irrepressible anger...
