"I've sold newspapers, I've sold newspapers, two dollars, one newspaper." A thirteen or fourteen-year-old servant stood at the gate of Fanlou, shouting, selling a newspaper, leaving one money himself, and handing in one money. If you sell a thousand newspapers a month, you can easily make money. If you calculate this income casually, it's much better than what kind of helper you do.

But Gan Qi lost a lot of money, and a newspaper lost six or seven yuan directly, a thousand yuan lost six or seven yuan, and a thousand yuan lost six or seven yuan. However, the benefits of Gan Qi publishing advertisements for his own business are not easy to calculate. In the end, the loss and profit will be different.

"What's the matter? Report? What's the news?" A literate person stopped and asked.

"Beijing Times, look at the portraits of Li Yixiu and Xiao Jiunu, which are unparalleled in beauty. Also, there is the hero on the grass to teach you what a battle ball is. There is also a case of floating corpse in the Bian River, but it is amazing. The floating corpse in the Bian River is revealed. Kaifeng Prefecture carefully investigates and arrests the murderer on the spot..."

"Let me see..." After a moment, the man asked again: "How much?"

"Two money."

"This thing is new. I only heard that the court would send newspapers to various yamen. I have never heard of people who also send newspapers to people. Give it two dollars and get it."

The servant received the money and bowed repeatedly to thank him: "Officials, I'll send it seven or eight times a month. I'll buy it next time. There will be the next issue in four days at the latest."

"It's just a fresh look, I won't buy it next time." The man held the newspaper and left a sentence, reading while walking.

He ran back in less than half an hour and asked, "When will the next issue be? Four days later?"

"Well, at most four days, maybe faster." The servant replied.

"Who the hell printed this thing? Is it okay to finish a case in one go? It's also awesome. Is there any portrait of Fan Lou Zhang in the next issue?"

"I don't know this little one."

"Then is the matter of Shu Jin's promotion here true or false?"

"I don't know this little one."

"Will the Imperial City Department send someone to participate in this battle ball competition?"

"I don't know this little one."

"You don't know the newspaper you sell, and you don't know that, what do you know?"

The servant cried and said, "Officials, villains are just selling newspapers. How can they know these things? Maybe they will talk about these things in the next issue."

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you." After saying that, the man left in disappointment.

The servant was still shouting: "Official, please remember to buy it in four days."

Why is the Beijing Times publishing at most seven or eight issues per month? It’s not that Gan Qi is unwilling to do it once a day. It’s really impossible. The production efficiency of this era is too low. You have to buy paper and ink, and you have to make an appointment to submit a final version, you have to print it by hand, and you have to send it to various places. One issue a day is almost impossible, and four days are already the limit.

In the north of the inner city of Bianliang, a mansion faces north and south, which is very grand. The plaque on the mansion gate is also full of golden fonts. This is Wen Yanbo's mansion.

One person hurried into the door with the newspaper. Wen Yanbo had already gone to the yamen to pay a visit early. Wen Yanbo's son Wen Dezhang was teasing a little maid in the garden, saying something yellowish.

Suddenly I heard someone shouting: "Young master, your son."

The shout interrupted Wen Dezhang's beautiful things, and then listened to Wen Dezhang's scolding: "What's the matter? Is there any rules?"

"Young Master, look at this." This man sent the Beijing Times to Wen Dezhang.

"What are you looking at? What's the best thing?" Wen Dezhang said angrily.

"Young Master, please read this article. Are you slandering and scolding our husband?"

"Call my dad? Take it for a look, it's outrageous!" Wen Dezhang took the newspaper and was already reading the article "Teaching you to become Prime Minister step by step."

Wen Dezhang naturally knew about Wen Yanbo’s Shu Jin. Although Zhang Ji Shu Jin is the business of Concubine Zhang’s family, Wen Dezhang actually participated in it, so he monopolized the Shu Jin business in the capital.

Wen Dezhang looked at it for a moment, crumpled the newspaper into a ball, threw it on the ground, and cursed: "It's outrageous. How is this insinuated? This is already a name. What is this? Who wrote it? How did it come from your hands?"

"Young Master, this is the Beijing Times. People in Bianliang are selling it. Two dollars per copy. This article was written by a man named Gan Qi."

"Manbianliang City is selling? Can this thing be sold? Is anyone buying it?" Wen Dezhang asked.

"Some people buy it, many people buy it, not only some people buy it, but also people read it on the streets and alleys."

Wen Dezhang's face changed, and he was shocked. He asked again: "Gan Qi, who is Gan Qi? Hurry up, go find him out. Who printed this Beijing Times? Hurry up, go and find it, it's outrageous. Who is so bold and dares to be unable to get along with my father? I'm afraid it's not because I'm too old to be too old."

Gan Qi, Wen Dezhang had seen him, but that day, Wen Dezhang didn't know Gan Qi's name, and only heard the old mother call him Mr. Gan.

"Young guys, go find it now, go find it now."

In the Wenfu, countless servants began to go out to inquire about the news, and saw who printed the Beijing Times, and who was Gan Qi, who was so sacred that he dared not to be with the prime minister of the dynasty.

Wen Dezhang had no intention of teasing the little maid at home, but also went out to the government affairs hall. The so-called two governments and three ministries, two governments are the subordinates of the Secretariat and the Privy Council, and Wen Yanbo, who is the subordinates of the Secretariat, is the duty of the political affairs hall under the Secretariat. The three governments are the salt and iron, the ministry, and the Ministry of Revenue. The other is the six ministries of the Secretariat.

In addition, there are also censors, who are the Censors, and censors are the Censors, and Bao Zheng was the chief official of the Censors in the past.

This is the basic framework of the court in the early and mid-term Northern Song Dynasty, and it also changed slightly from the three provinces and six ministries.

The Secretary of the Central Committee manages government affairs, the Three Departments manages finance, money and grain, the Privy Council manages military, the Censorate Bureau manages supervision and supervision of officials, and the Censorate Institute manages advice.

In this system, rights and responsibilities are still very detailed, and in ancient times, it was still a very reasonable national administrative system.

Wen Dezhang took the Beijing Times straight to the Political Affairs Hall.

Wen Yanbo looked at the newspaper and heard his son's indignation and frowned slightly.

After Wen Dezhang finished speaking, he said, "Father, Dad, when I find Naganqi and the Beijing Times, I will definitely look good."

Wen Yanbo stood up from the seat, walked out of his public housing, looked to the left at the door, and looked at Fu Bi's public housing not far from the left, and looked to the right, and there were public housing for officials from the political affairs hall not far from the right.

Wen Yanbo was still frowning and thinking, he was thinking about who was trying to get along with him. He had heard Gan Qi's name once, and he heard it from Bao Zheng at the poetry meeting of the Prince's Mansion of Runan County.

But Wen Yanbo did not believe that Bao Zheng was in trouble with him, because Bao Zheng and Wen Yanbo were in-laws, and Bao Zheng's second son Bao Shou married Wen Yanbo's daughter. This is not all. Wen Yanbo's youngest son also married Bao Zheng's youngest daughter. The two families married each other, and they were married to each other. Bao Zheng shouldn't have used Wen Yanbo to attack him if he had nothing to do?

Gan Qi really didn't know about Bao Zheng and Wen Yanbo's close relationship. Gan Qi only knew that Bao Zheng's eldest son Bao Xu had just died a few years ago and died at the age of 18, so it was difficult to ask Bao Zheng's family affairs.

"Dad, I'll leave first. Go back and get some people. I'll teach these ungrateful things a lesson." Wen Dechang said in anger.

Wen Yanbo turned around and closed the door, and said, "Don't be anxious. You are such a big man, don't panic when you encounter something. This matter is not that simple. Gan Qi is not that human. He is embarrassed by me. Someone must have instructed me. This person is familiar with you, Uncle Bao, and I will ask you Uncle Bao."
Chapter completed!