Thirty miles east of Taiyuan City, there is a post station.
The postmaster Liang Fang frowned, picked up the soup and drank it. After drinking it, his whole face was twisted and his mouth was open in pain.
Yellow lotus is used as medicine, so it’s strange that it’s not bitter.
Liang Fang quickly changed her mouth with a bowl of water to relieve the taste in her mouth. She reached out her hand and carefully touched the bubbles at the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
It hurts so much.
"Adults still need to rest more, it's been too busy during this period."
Postman Yu Gu advised.
Liang Fang waved her hand and said: "The post station will be restructured into a dual-purpose post office for official and civilian purposes. It will be used for official document delivery and a civilian post office. How can I not be concerned about such a big thing? The Councilor personally supervised the inspection a few days ago and asked us to be more careful. We dare not make any mistakes. Unexpected. Can anyone send letters or gifts today?"
Yu Gu sighed and said: "There are only five or six letters, which are not worth mentioning. Sir, although the post office is good, it may not be feasible. People's families have been here for generations, so how can they use mailing tokens?"
Liang Fang stood up and said confidently: "You still don't understand the situation. The post office connects Shanxi to Beizhili, Henan, and Shandong. How many immigrants were immigrated in the Hongwu Dynasty? They left. Don't you want to write a letter and come back to ask? The people here My family, don’t you want to reply to my letter? The great migration is about to begin now, and there is a post office. No matter how far they go, they will exchange news with my family. When the time comes, you will be busy.”
Yu Gu muttered: "But I heard that there are only about a hundred names on the immigration yellow list..."
Liang Fang walked to the window and looked at the official road to the east. She saw a group of carriages coming from a distance. There were quite a few carriages, and there were even idle horses running on one side. Surprised, he said: "Quick, gather the postmen and prepare to welcome them."
"Sir, this must be a caravan, no need to greet it, right?"
Yu Gu squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.
Nowadays, Shanxi merchants are going to form the Shanxi Merchants Chamber of Commerce in Taiyuan. Countless merchants have entered Taiyuan City. In addition, many merchants are self-righteous and think that having a few shops is enough to qualify to participate in the conference. And this Shanxi Merchants Chamber of Commerce has no threshold, so it is possible to come. There are so many people.
There is no guarantee that any businessman will be arrogant and bring a group of caravans into Taiyuan City to let those country bumpkins show their strength.
Although the post station has been restructured, the reception aspect has not been changed at all, that is, it provides services such as pick-up and drop-off, accommodation, and food for passing officials. Businessmen are not qualified to come here to eat and drink.
Liang Fang looked sideways at Yu Gu and said seriously: "You have been here for five years, right? You have seen too many officials and passers-by. Why haven't you seen anything yet? Take a closer look and tell me you are an official. It’s still business!”
Yu Gu's heart was shocked, and he didn't dare to neglect. He looked carefully, thought about it, and finally realized, he said quickly: "Sir, it's true that he is an official."
"How to tell?"
Liang Fang asked.
Yu Gu sighed and said: "Sir, it's not surprising that one or two carriages come out occasionally, but among Shanxi merchants, there are very few carriage teams. Even a big merchant's family can't bring out so many horses at one go, right? Besides, merchants For transporting goods, bullock carts, camels, and mules are mostly used. Who would be willing to use a horse? In addition to officials, it must be an official with some status to have such a pomp."
Liang Fang nodded, with a little sadness on her brows, and said, "I'm afraid it's an officer who's here."
Yu Gu couldn't help but worry.
Now that the news of the White Lotus Rebellion in Shaanxi has spread all over the city, the Shanxi Governor's Office has issued a notice, requiring government offices at all levels to prepare troops in advance and be ready to recruit people to transport supplies to Shaanxi at any time.
Some people with connections to the guard station also found out that the guard station was already conducting rigorous training and began to mobilize sergeants.
It is impossible to say that there will be a big war.
I'm afraid only military attachés can bring out so many horses at one time, right?
Regardless of whether the opponent is a civil servant or a military attache, Liang Fang needs to lead a group of postmen to receive him by the roadside.
The carriage team stopped.
Hu Xi opened the curtain and jumped down without waiting for the groom to put down the horse stool. He looked at the inn in front of him and ordered: "Pass the message, take a short rest here, and enter the city before dark."
Liang Fang stepped forward, saluted and said, "I'm the Prime Minister Liang Fang, may I ask who your lord is?"
Hu Bi took out the court documents, handed them to Liang Fang, and said: "There are one hundred and twenty people in total. Please ask Yi Cheng to prepare meals and feed the horses."
Liang Fang squinted her eyes for a long time and didn't know what the Propaganda Department was. This department was nowhere to be found in the imperial yamen, but the seals in the documents could not be faked, so she had to arrange for Yu Gu to lead someone to receive them, and then said : "My lord, there are a lot of people on this trip, so we need to prepare a few more things in the post house. Please come to the post house to rest."
Hu Xi was not polite. He took back the documents and took the people into the post house. The road was bumpy and bumpy, traveling day and night. He was extremely exhausted. However, he could not rest for a long time until he arrived in Taiyuan. If he breathed his last breath, he would probably collapse. Lose.
Zhou Mengjian rubbed his waist, sat down in front of Hu Hui, and complained: "I thought I would be able to live a good life by following Mr. Hu, but I didn't expect to be tortured for thousands of miles first. This crime is comparable to exile."
Zhou Shu knocked on the table, glared and said, "Be careful what you say."
Hu Hui lowered his posture and said: "It's better for you two to be more natural. We are now grasshoppers on the same rope. The emperor has appointed the three of us to be responsible for the affairs of the Propaganda Department. If it can't be done well, the three of us will take care of it. Now we are about to enter Taiyuan City, the first page of our Daming Daily, how to write about it, we need to choose good things."
Zhou Shu took a deep look at Hu Hui. Although the three of them were Jinshi in the same subject, Hu Hui's grades were so poor that he could not compare with himself and his younger brother. He was the second best, his younger brother Zhou Mengjian was the third best, and Hu Hui was only the second best. …
But what is surprising is that when Zhu Yunwen established the Propaganda Department, he led Hu Hui and allowed himself to cooperate with Zhou Mengjian.
Zhou Shu and Zhou Mengjian were both very puzzled at first. In terms of talent, examination results, family background, and relationship with the court, in which aspect could he, Hu Miao, compare to our brothers?
But traveling all the way from the capital to Taiyuan made Zhou Shu change his view of Hu Hui. This man was extremely hard-working and hard-working. He was more practical than he talked. He was extremely self-disciplined. If he said he could drive a hundred miles in a day, he would be a hundred miles. Said one hundred and eighty miles, even if the horses are driven like flying and they drive all night, they still have to go one hundred and eighty miles. Even if many people are so tired that they vomit, they just rest briefly before setting off on the road.
It took only sixteen days to travel more than two thousand miles!
"The first page of Daming Daily needs to be carefully selected, but in my opinion, does the first page need to praise the imperial court and appreciate Jianwen's new policies?"
Zhou Shu said seriously.
Hu Xi frowned slightly. Zhou Shu's idea was probably not unique. There were also some new scholars in the team, such as Huang Zonghui, Chen Yisheng, etc. They all hoped to put the content related to Emperor Jianwen in the first edition.
After all, the first edition has great historical value. Historians will remember this edition, the court will remember this edition, and the people will also remember this edition.
Whether you are praising Emperor Jianwen's new policies or writing a gorgeous poem, if you are really uneducated, you can just write a few sentences: "Emperor Jianwen is good, really good."
All in all, Emperor Jianwen cannot be left out of the first edition.
This is called political correctness.
Regardless of whether it is reasonable or not, it is all in the service of political correctness.
Zhou Mengjian agreed with Zhou Shu's idea and suggested: "I think that after arriving in Taiyuan, we should first arrange the craftsmen who arrived earlier and make preparations. As for the content of this first edition, we should listen to Governor Ru's opinion."
Hu Xi stared, before entering Taiyuan City, could it be said that he, the publicity manager, was just an empty frame and had no right to make decisions?
But Ru Yun was in Taiyuan, so it was difficult to get around him.
"The first page of Daming Daily needs to attract more people's attention. If the whole article is about benevolence, justice, morality, court affairs, not to mention the illiterate people, but also the rich and gentry, will they read it? Will they spend their money? Do you want to buy it?”
Hu Xi asked worriedly.
Zhou Shu and Zhou Mengjian did not give in. If the first edition did not express their loyalty to the emperor and did not make the emperor comfortable and happy when photographed, then this matter would not be justified.
"That's all, let's discuss this matter in the city."
Hu Xi sighed.
It seems that sometimes too much emphasis on other people's opinions can constrain one's own hands and feet.
Liang Fang came over and greeted from the side: "If there is anything wrong, please forgive me."
There is no way, Yi Cheng seems to be an official, but in fact he is a low-ranking official.
Although they were said to receive wages from the imperial court, the official title Yi Cheng could not be found in the imperial official list.
No matter who the person is, he must be older than the Yi Chengguan, and he must be careful with everyone he sees. If you encounter someone with a bad temper and get beaten up, there will be no reason to reason.
Hu Xi glanced at Liang Fang, and was about to say it was okay, but suddenly remembered something and asked: "Is there any big event in Taiyuan or Shanxi?"
Liang Fang was stunned for a moment, her thoughts turning quickly. Seeing that these people looked tired and didn't know the major events in Shanxi, she was afraid that they were coming from other places. Officials from other places came to Taiyuan and there were so many people. I was afraid that they could only come from the capital. .
Thinking of this, Liang Fang became even more cautious and said, "To be fair, there are really big things going on in Shanxi recently."
"Oh, please also ask Liang Yichen to explain it carefully."
As Hu Hui spoke, he took out a brand new Ming Dynasty treasure note from his sleeve, with a hundred characters in it, and handed it to Liang Fang.
Liang Fang's eyes lit up, and she hid it conveniently, saying: "The most disturbing thing is undoubtedly the rebellion of the White Lotus Sect in Shaanxi. There is a raging storm in Shanxi, the guards are training troops, and the government and county offices are also preparing to recruit soldiers. The people’s strength seems to be something big.”
"The White Lotus Sect's rebellion in Shaanxi will not spread to Shanxi, right?"
Zhou Mengjian asked in confusion.
Liang Fang sighed: "Not necessarily. Three years ago, the White Lotus Cult in Shaanxi was in rebellion and spread to several provinces. The imperial court mobilized a large army and the Marquis of Changxing came forward to defeat the White Lotus Cult. Wang Jingangnu even fought his way out of the encirclement and escaped. Now it is resurrected. , I am afraid that my strength will be worse than before. I heard that Wen County has been lost..."
Hu Hui looked worried, but her heart was as calm as still water:
The imperial court's Tianzihao plan has already begun.
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