A few days later.
Forging Department, Ministry of Industry.
"Quick, quick..."
Chen Jingzhi, a doctor in the Ministry of Industry, looked at the movable type that was about to be completed, feeling nervous and sweating on his forehead.
This is related to the entrustment of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who must ensure the progress of the construction period.
Moreover, the Dayan Weekly was of great significance and must be released as soon as possible. He also wanted to know what kind of energy the Dayan Weekly, which His Royal Highness was interested in, could exert.
"Master Chen!"
Soon, an official from the Forging Department walked up to Chen Jingzhi and said, "Sixty movable type molds have been completed."
"Okay!" Chen Jingzhi finally waited for this moment and said: "Pack it up. I will take people to the official residence of Dayan Weekly."
"yes!"
…
On this day, Lin Yi's custom-made movable type molds at the Ministry of Industry were completed ahead of schedule and sent to Dayan Weekly Printing Shop.
After recovering from their injuries, Zheng Yu and Chang Sun Ce tried out the molds themselves. After confirming that there were no problems word by word, they arranged for printing.
Time is running out.
Everyone goes to the "front line" for printing in person to check the finished product to see if there are any misprints or other issues.
More than sixty movable type stencils were printed at the same time, and a series of imperial declarations and disaster reports were published in the Dayan Weekly.
Everything proceeds in an orderly manner.
Everyone at Dayan Weekly is waiting for the day when the weekly will become a blockbuster among the public.
According to the work arrangements left by Prince Lin Yi, Changsun Ce sent someone to notify Zhao Tai to issue the weekly newspaper when 100,000 copies were printed.
Zhao Tai was very busy during this period. On the one hand, he was conducting a thorough investigation on the officials of various governments who had taken advantage of the disaster relief materials based on His Majesty's list.
On the other side, Longwei was arranged to investigate the descendants of Zhenbei Army soldiers and build a soldiers cemetery in the royal garden.
Here again is the issue of Dayan Weekly, and we still need to consult with Song Zhong, the Minister of War.
"Yan Shuai is still comfortable. If I had known better, I would have applied to go to the disaster area with the Crown Prince... I am exhausted, old Zhao!"
Zhao Tai really wanted to find a place to lie down and not wake up.
These matters were very important and were arranged by either His Majesty or His Royal Highness, so he could only do them himself.
He was running around in the imperial city, but fortunately all the work had been started.
The weekly newspaper printed by Dayan Weekly was transported out of the city by Long Wei, and the Minister of War also tried his best to help Prince Lin also publish the weekly newspaper because of his son Song Ze's incident.
The troops were dispatched to transport the Dayan Weekly out of the city. With the orders of the Ministry of War, the soldiers took control of the post station. Starting from Huatian Mansion in the capital, they distributed it in a fan shape toward the post stations in various Dayan prefectures.
The Beijing Dayan Weekly is published by Longwei.
Originally, Lin also planned to price the weekly newspaper, but this time due to the disaster in the south, he published it free of charge for everyone.
He pays for all costs.
It's a big gamble.
As long as the weekly newspaper is successfully published and someone is willing to lend a helping hand to the people affected by the disaster in the two southern provinces, the bet will be considered a win.
If no one steps up.
Then... it's a complete rout.
Spending so much energy to do this without any results will probably become a joke in the court.
…
Beijing.
Baiye Street, Nancheng.
Mrs. Zhang went home from shopping for groceries as usual. She was about to open the door when she saw a piece of paper under the door.
"what?"
Mrs. Zhang picked it up curiously, glanced at it, and was immediately attracted by the content on it.
Upon closer inspection, her whole body was numb.
How could she know about such important court matters?
Will he be beheaded?
Who gave her this information?
Countless questions came to mind, but she was stunned when she saw the content of the "Six Disasters" incident.
Aren't the officials Zhong Wenhe and the officials from the Ministry of Punishment mentioned above targeted at Lin Yihe's arrest of Jiu'er?
"Editor-in-Chief: Lin Yunhong?"
"Editor: Lin Yi?"
Mrs. Zhang didn't know what editor-in-chief meant, but she was a person who lived under the emperor's feet after all, and her husband was also a dragon guard during his lifetime, so she knew that the current king of Dayan was named Lin Yunhong.
Buzz!
Mrs. Zhang felt like she was almost unsteady on her feet, and the piece of paper felt as heavy as a thousand pieces.
"Why does this boy's name Lin Yi belong to His Majesty? Isn't he afraid of being beheaded?"
Mrs. Zhang felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
She folded the weekly newspaper in half and found a page of content. Mrs. Zhang looked moved after reading it.
His face was full of incredulity.
"Declaration of the Dayan Imperial Court!"
"The people of Nanxiang Prefecture and Nansu Prefecture have suffered unprecedented disasters. They are in dire straits. It is urgent to provide disaster relief and bring peace to the people!"
"The Imperial Court of Dayan specifically appeals to all the people of Dayan..."
"At this moment, the court needs you!"
"A difficult one, P Plus support……"
"If you are willing to lend a helping hand, please go to the nearest post station where you are. All donated materials will be delivered to the people in the disaster area through the post station!"
"Yours sincerely, Crown Prince Dayan!"
Mrs. Zhang stared blankly at the imperial declaration, her eyes full of disbelief.
The imperial court actually put down its dignity and asked for help from the people.
Two provinces in the south suffered from severe disasters, and people's lives were in danger...
The news is too shocking and the content is heart-wrenching.
Mrs. Zhang put away the weekly newspaper properly, put down the dishes, then went directly into the room, removed the wardrobe, and lifted a floor tile.
He took out a small wooden box painted with red paint, which contained gold and silver jewelry and other dowries and a lot of silver.
"Jiu'er, my mother's dowry was left for you. My mother took the silver..."
Mrs. Zhang murmured in a low voice: "Although those officials in the imperial court have not done many good things, but now such a big disaster has occurred in Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion, and when I saw the imperial court's declaration, my mother was very upset..."
"After all, only a country has a family. Now that the court needs us, my mother must help."
"In fact, you don't have to have a lot of money, just enough is enough. Don't blame me!"
Mrs. Zhang took the twenty taels of silver she had saved, found unused cotton wool, clothes and bedding from home, packed them in a wheelbarrow, and then left home and walked towards the capital station.
Like most women, she takes money very seriously and tries to save whenever she can.
But she also has empathy in her heart.
If the donated money and things can be used by people in the disaster area, it doesn't matter if she eats less.
Human life is the most important thing.
…
In the capital city.
On this day, hundreds of thousands of city residents saw this Dayan Weekly Newspaper, and people were shocked by the content in it.
Some people have seen it before, but they did not expect that the imperial court would publish it overwhelmingly.
When they saw the declaration on another page of the weekly newspaper, countless people were moved.
They were not sure whether this was true or not, but the few words of respect from Crown Prince Dayan made them believe it.
The aristocratic families responded to the court's call, prepared their own supplies, carriages and silver, and sent their servants to transport them to the inn.
Some nobles didn't say much, they just meant it.
Some people were short of money, but they still asked someone to take the few hundred coins they had left to the capital station to express their concern.
At the same time, they also look forward to hearing good news from the two southern governments.
Some scholars were also touched, and they voluntarily went to Nanxiang Prefecture and Nansu Prefecture to help, willing to contribute.
They are all monks who can withstand wind and snow attacks and are the most suitable people to support the people in disaster areas.
They ignored obstacles and dissuasion and never looked back.
this moment.
There are long queues at the inns all over the capital, horse-drawn carriages, ox-carts and wheelbarrows carrying supplies. Everyone is doing their best to do their best.
A memorial was also sent from all over the capital to Emperor Dayan's Long Case...
