After nightfall, the mist began to cover the capital. However, compared with the past, the capital now has not fallen into darkness because of the arrival of night. The lamp lanterns carrying carry the carry-ons constantly use the lifting poles to carry the small oil lamps to the roads. Although these oil lamps are lit by the cheapest cotton seed oil, they dispel the darkness of the city. On the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month last year, when the street lights on several streets such as Xuanwumen Street were lit, thousands of people who came to see the scenery were crowded under the street lights. Since then, the nights in the capital have become more lively, and it is even more common.

From there, every few days, there will be a street with oil lamps. When in people's minds, these dim street lamps are even more sacred than moonlight. After all, they have completely changed people's understanding of the night, and of course they are more grateful to the emperor - these street lamps were built by the royal family for money, and even the money for the lamp oil was paid by the royal family.

The emperor is benevolent!

Of course, no one knew that laying street lamps was entirely at the suggestion of Shi Yiwen. The young emperor "beared the pain" and took out tens of thousands of taels of silver to build street lamps in the capital. In fact, installing street lamps could not cost much money, just a wooden pile, a glass lamp box, and a small oil lamp. The cost was only more than a hundred yuan, but setting up street lamps in the capital did cost a lot of money.

But unexpectedly, the street light company saw profits that month - the sign hanging on the street lights was rented out, because the price was not expensive and it was the most eye-catching location at night, so it was naturally popular with the store. Because of this, the little emperor finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least this business would not lose money.

This night, the capital was as lively as before, and seemed to be no different from the past. Because of the appearance of street lights, there were many pedestrians on the street, which was completely different from the desertedness in the past. In a restaurant next to this lively street market, a few people were there. They seemed to be sitting firmly, and there seemed to be a little sadness between their eyebrows. Sometimes, they would look out the door and sometimes they would bow their heads to drink tea.

Today is a big day!

While drinking tea, Zhang Siwei was thinking silently. Occasionally, he would turn his eyes to Shenxing. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he drooped his eyes slightly and then continued to drink tea.

The same is true for everyone else, everyone is waiting there silently, waiting for the arrival of time.

"Ziwei, are you sure there is no problem with Zixiao?"

Finally, Shen Xingshi broke his silence and turned his attention to Zhang Siwei.

"He must be reliable!"

Zhang Siwei said directly.

"Zixiao and my younger brother are both from Shanxi businesses."

The Zixiao he mentioned was Gao Guangxian, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of War, who was responsible for the defense of the capital city. Although the left assistant minister who assisted in the Beijing camp was theirs, if the Jing camp wanted to enter the city, the Zixiao level was more important. This is also the reason why they would come to him, Zhang Siwei, and of course another reason is Jiubian!

Perhaps the people in Jiangnan have run the imperial court for more than a hundred years, but Jiubian has always been Shanxi merchants. They are the salt merchants. Over the years, the influence of salt merchants in the Jiubian military generals is far greater than that of Jiangnan. When the overall situation is about to be settled, as long as he Zhang Siwei's letter, the generals of Jiubian military generals will probably know the current affairs. After all, those people are all heroes at the moment!

"It's good, it's good..."

Shen Xingshi nodded, and he felt a little relieved. In fact, even so, his heart was still hanging in his throat. If Zhang Juzheng had not pressed step by step and bullied people too much, he would have never been able to reach this point. He would have to endure it again and endured him for another ten or fifteen years. He believed that he would not have to endure it for so many years. After all, the emperor was getting bigger day by day. The older the emperor, the more disgusting the government, the more he would be. In the future, he would only need to follow the flow and let Zhang Juzheng go back to Jiangling obediently, and he could overthrow all the reforms set by Zhang Juzheng.

But now, Zhang Juzheng suddenly made a violent attack but disrupted his plan. Even the case of assassinating the imperial envoy in Nanjing has already involved him. If he didn't kill him, his life would be difficult to save.

"Jangling, Jiangling, don't blame Shin for being ruthless! If you want to blame, you're just blaming people for being too much..."

Compared to the little emperor, Shen Xingshi cared more about Zhang Juzheng. After all, in his opinion, his real enemy was Zhang Juzheng. As for the little emperor... he could only blame him for his bad luck!

"Ru Mo, after taking action, you must send someone to the Ming Pao Club of Baizhifang. If you don't control it, you and I will be traitors when the Ming Pao is released tomorrow!"

Once again, Zhang Siwei solemnly reminded.

More than a year ago, Zhang Siwei didn't care about any newspaper at all, but now it is different. Ming Pao has long been deeply involved in thousands of households in Beijing and Beizhili. If the newspaper said that they were "traitors", most people would not doubt it. What's more serious is that the newspaper was still in the hands of Shi Yiwen, and Shi Yiwen was a lackey under Zhang Juzheng's disciple, how could he not worry?

"I know that this time, not only will the Ming Pao be taken down, but its lithographic technique will be taken down. Now, the Ming Pao can be seen everywhere in Jiangnan. The newspapers distort facts and spread rumors everywhere, and the people are still willing to believe it. What is it? It's because it sells cheaply, buys more people, and reads more, so they naturally follow the crowd..."

In the past year, many people from all over the country have learned to run newspapers from Ming Pao, but they all ended up losing money. The reason is that the characters are too big and newspapers are too expensive. The reason for the characters is that they do not understand the "lithographic art", and lithographic is the foundation for the unbridled "Ming Pao".

Shen Xing had long seen and remembered the lithographic technique. With lithographic seals, he could run newspapers and master public opinion in the world. Sometimes public opinion was more effective than swords and guns. Just like Shi Yiwen went to Nanjing. If it weren't for the Ming Pao, he would have been ruined by the reputation of Jiangnan Shilin, and his words were aroused by gold... but it was not as good as newspapers that had issued hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars!

“It is true, it is indeed…”

Just as Zhang Siwei responded, the sound of the updater's knocking came from outside. Almost at this moment, several people stood up at the same time, and then they looked at each other. Their expressions seemed a little frightened and nervous, and of course they also had some expectations.

"It's the third update!"

The third update!
Chapter completed!