"Sir, I have bought something for you." Ji Zhong took out a small stack of brochures and handed them to Chen Luo. Chen Luo took them. It was the "Wenbao" that the groom had introduced before.
Chen Luo looked through the newspaper carefully. It was about fifteen or six pages long and contained many poems divided into categories. There are poems written by the Confucian scholar Jin Jin under the "Chengshi Realm", and there are also poetry appreciations by other famous scholars.
Turning through the chapter of poetry, there are comments by several masters on some scriptures. These people have not yet reached the level of "writing books and establishing opinions". They can only explain some of their own views on certain classics, which is not long.
The last part is actually a ranking list, which selects the top 100 Confucian scholars and the top 100 Confucian scholars for ranking. I don’t know what the basis of the ranking is.
"This is called the Confucian scholar's talent list, which is a ranking based on the strength of Confucian scholars' talents." Ji Zhong explained. "Master, it's called the Mountain and Sea Ranking. Rankings are based on how much feedback you get from Heaven in the Shushan Academy."
Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong: "There is no name for you!"
Ji Zhong: (╬◣д◢)
Ji Zhong: Sooner or later I will go up there.
Chen Luo: Then hurry up. You have already reached the poetry realm. From now on, you will have to compete in the mountains and seas.
Ji Zhong: (▼へ▼メ)
Chen Luo smiled and got down to business: "Are there many similar articles like this?"
Ji Zhong was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "How can there be so many? Only Wenchang Pavilion has the confidence to collect poetry from all over the world, and can guarantee that every issue will have explanations of scriptures and meanings. There are some local literary academies that do similar things, but It’s all limited to the local area.”
"In addition to literary newspapers, this form also includes Di Bao, which records court decisions and world affairs. Every day, you can buy Di Bao issued at the inn the day before."
"Finally, it's the kind of newspaper you showed me, Master. That kind of thing is like weeds. It's found everywhere. It contains vulgar content. It's just about earning some money by publishing information."
Ji Zhong told Chen Luo everything he knew in one breath. Chen Luo nodded slightly. Sure enough, the facts were as he thought.
In view of the fact that the way of heaven in this world lies in the player's simulator, in fact, the whole world is in a state of "not hearing anything outside the window and only reading the books of sages".
There is no entertainment except brothels and gambling houses.
There was no gossip except what was heard on the streets.
Yawen's heavenly restrictions even seep into ordinary literature, and there are no fictional stories and legends.
This is really——
Very good!
"Jiejiejiejiejie..." Chen Luo let out a burst of laughter like a night owl, so terrifying!
"Young Master?" Ji Zhong thought for a moment that Chen Luo was possessed by something, and wanted to hit him with Haoran Zhengqi.
"Xiao Ji!" Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong with a smile, "What do you think, the young master also goes to apply for the newspaper?"
…
Wei Yan offered a cup of fragrant tea: "Teacher, how is that boy's observation?"
The black-faced scholar Song Tuizhi took the fragrant tea and glared at Wei Yan: "What do you mean by that kid? If I approve him, he will be your junior uncle. Do you have any etiquette?"
Wei Yan's expression froze and he said with a sneer, "Isn't this the case yet?"
Song Tuizhi did not dwell on this topic and asked: "Qu Lihou, do you know who he is? What grudges does he have with Chen Luo?"
Wei Yan thought for a while: "Qu Lihou? The former Shaoqing of the Ministry of Rites, Qi Xingming, went to the barbarian territory in an attempt to hook up with a small tribe of barbarians, but was killed by the barbarian king! The imperial court pursued the title of Qulihou, and passed it on to his only son Qi Huaiyu, who was just an idler. Marquis, why did my mentor mention it?"
"After the loyal minister. Today he wants to harm Chen Luo! Is there any grudge between the two?"
Wei Yan frowned and shook his head: "The two have never met. However, Qi Huaiyu has been neglected since he was a child and is arrogant and domineering."
"If I'm not wrong, Qi Huaiyu should be jealous of Chen Luo's "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui" and wants to take a share of it. In his eyes, Chen Luo is just a wild boy from a remote place with no backing or backing. The sudden grace from heaven is so easy to handle."
"There are many officials and officials like this in Zhongjing. Maybe there are people behind Qi Huaiyu who are asking for directions!"
Song Tuizhi nodded, stood up and walked out.
"Teacher, where are you going?"
Song Tuizhi: "It's your father's fault if you don't raise him well. Since my father has passed away, it's Grandpa's problem. I'll give Qi Ke a break and let him take good care of his grandson!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Tuizhi disappeared from Wei Yan's eyes. Wei Yan sighed and continued to make tea for himself.
"My mentor's temper has not changed after all these years!"
…
"Run a newspaper?" Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo with disgust, "Sir, why are you doing that?"
Looking at Ji Zhong's expression, Chen Luo thought of eunuch Wang Li's words again in his mind.
"The face of the Earl's Palace!"
Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong angrily: "What kind of report do you think I want to file?"
"Of course it's a draft report!" Ji Zhong replied without even thinking, "You can't handle the "Wenbao"..."
"What if I serialize "Swordsman" on it?"
Ji Zhong was startled and held it in for a long time: "Sir, why bother with that? Why don't you just collect and publish it?"
"It's too expensive!" Chen Luo sighed, "Many people can't afford a whole elegant book. If we share the purchase of each chapter, everyone can still afford it."
"Actually, the main thing is to have a fixed publication channel. After all, I still have many books." Chen Luo added in his mind.
At this moment Ji Zhong has been moved by Chen Luo's statement. He does not come from a wealthy family. With his talent, he has had many hardships to reach the realm of poetry, the most difficult of which is begging for books. If the books were split up and sold separately, it would give many people a choice.
What he didn't know was that in his previous life, after reading one chapter of martial arts novels, there would be no other choice.
"Young Master is a great virtue!" Ji Zhong stood up and bowed, "Ji Zhong will definitely follow you with all his strength!"
Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong in surprise, had he just released his domineering spirit?
…
"The most important aspects of running a newspaper are three links." Chen Luo muttered, "Content, printing, and distribution!"
"As for the content, the serialization of "Swordsman" is not enough. We must open up other sections!"
"If you want to print, go to Wei Yan's place and see if you can collect some wool. Bah, can the things that scholars do be called collecting? This is called resource sharing!"
"The most important thing is to release it. It's best to have official channels before it can be spread out."
"But for now, we can do a pilot project in Beijing first. For example... la la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers..."
A classic profession in ancient and modern times at home and abroad: newsboy!
"Things need to be resolved one by one! First think about what other content there is besides martial arts serials?"
"Social news? No, it's too labor-intensive."
"Contributions from readers? Forget it, where are the editors and reviewers from!"
"Ask someone to write a column? Well, I can't afford the royalties!"
"What if it's also the content in the draft? No, no, it's too embarrassing for the Earl's Mansion!"
"Poems... compete with newspapers and newspapers for market share. I'm tired of living."
Chen Luo never expected that his plan for running a newspaper would be stuck on the page content from the very beginning...
"In addition to martial arts serials, what else can I write?"
