On June 25th, the sky was clear. In the Xin'an Guild Hall in the south city of Jinling City, seven or eight Hui merchants gathered in a yard behind the Guild Hall.

The servants and servants were drinking tea and ice. In the heat of summer, the hall was still a little hot.

The voices of Hui merchants discussing newspapers are a little enthusiastic. In the past few days, as one of the most active businessmen in the country and the dynasty, they have realized the "magic" of newspapers.

Xiao Youan, who was sitting at the round table, smiled and said, "My teacher, let's listen to the next word. We can't handle the newspapers. But whether the readers love to read them or not is sure. Everyone's money is not coming from a flood. According to the issuance scale of the Jinling Brief, it is believed that everyone will feel uncomfortable if they lose tens of thousands of taels of silver a year. It's better to wait for a year or two."

A businessman frowned and said, "Wait for a year or two before we run the newspapers, and the first opportunity will be taken up by the Imperial College."

This is a problem of market share. Once readers accept a newspaper and become a habit, the probability of reading other newspapers is very small.

Although there is no such theoretical thing now, these Hui merchants are all skilled in humans and knowledgeable, which does not prevent them from understanding such things.

Wang Youhong, who hadn't spoken much, interrupted, "Everyone, there is a cost issue. We only need to publicize our own things in the Jinling Brief. The cost is only 100 to 100 taels of silver. Our Wang family plans to support the Jinling Brief."

Everyone in the Hui business circle knows that the Wang family and Jia Huan have a good relationship. After all, Jia Huan’s perfume is distributed through the Wang family’s channels.

Several Hui merchants looked at each other. Several people were extinguished, and some wanted to take the risk to have a chance to have a good thing. Who doesn’t want to hold it in their arms?

Just imagine, if you have a newspaper and advertise your business without any money or advertise your friends or partners’ business, how much human relationship would it be? In addition, this is a cultural industry, which can enhance your social status.

This is very popular with micro-businesses who advocate Confucianism and business culture.

…

"Appointment for a manuscript?"

At noon, we gathered together to chat with Jia Huan's home in Anjie Street and in the living room of the living room of the backyard.

Daiyu looked at Jia Huan curiously and asked.

Jia Huan nodded with a smile, "If the content of the newspaper is to keep fresh and energetic, there is something to write, it needs to attract submissions. The Jinling Brief is preparing to open a literary section. My sister's poems and articles are well written, so you can try it. Of course, she needs to take a pseudonym."

Of course, the words of the daughter of the boudoir are not easy to spread, and it is easy to cause storms. However, as long as you are a scholar, who has not dreamed of publishing their own words? Daiyu can just change the pen name. The manuscript will not be leaked if it leaves his hand.

After Su Shishi left Jinling, Daiyu has now become "doing nothing". Her body is well recuperated, and Jia Huan hopes that she can do something. Having a job is a normal life state.

Daiyu understood Jia Huan's explanation and said eagerly: "Okay."

Jia Huan laughed. In the original book of the Red Chamber, Jia Yuanchun visited his relatives, and Daiyu helped Baoyu write a poem, which read: There is no hunger in the prosperous times, so why should weave and weave? Now, with Daiyu's vision, I am afraid that I will not write such poems again.

Today, prosperity is a prosperous era, but if you say there is no hunger or disaster, it is bragging. The country has been established for a hundred and fifty years, and its prosperity is almost corrupt.

Of course, the shameless flattery of my Qing Dynasty and Kang Mazi is not included in this list.

Aunt Pei smiled and shook her head. As soon as the newspaper came out, the women had more ways to understand things. Of course, the third page of the newspaper was taken away by the third master. She did not stop Daiyu and said with a smile: "Third Master, can I try it too?"

Several maids who were standing by were laughing. When talking about this topic, Qingwen and Ruyi were also taught to recognize a lot of words.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "It's okay for my aunt to write. I earned the royalties and invited us all to dinner."

Aunt Pei smiled intellectually and gently stroked the hair in her ear, "Okay. But, I want to ask the third master to draw a sketch portrait for me."

"It's no problem." Jia Huan smiled and nodded, agreeing happily. He had several sketches on hand that he had made appointments with Mr. Zhongsan and others, but it didn't take much time.

After lunch, the living room was hot but lively. The sun shone on the treetops in the courtyard, reflecting Jia Huan in Jiangnan, a microcosm of his life in Jinling over the past year.

…

The scenes of the appointment of the manuscripts took place everywhere in Jinling City. The Jinling Briefing mainly consists of articles on literature and current affairs. Jiangnan Shifeng likes to criticize the government affairs, and the newspapers do not accept articles in this regard. That is to make himself feel uncomfortable. The judges were Zhang Chengjian, Ji Ming and others.

Of course, for example, Zhang Jingwei, the left censor of Nanjing, Zhang Zhengxian, sent Zhang Liangzhe, a son of the clan, to send an article about the government affairs, which still needs to be published. The Imperial College is not good at commenting on government affairs, but officials can.

Since the end of June, Jia Huan no longer cares about newspapers, and Zhang Chengjian took the title of editor-in-chief. He turned to concentrate on his studies.

Time passes quickly in learning. After the Zhongyuan Festival, it is early autumn. The wind blows and yellow leaves fall in the Mid-Autumn Festival in Jinling City. It is another year of autumn. This is the second autumn when Jia Huan came to Jiangnan to spend.

That afternoon, Jia Huan was invited by Lin Qianwei and sailed on the Qinhuai River together.

Lin Qianwei asked her maid Qing'er to order food and drinks in Qingyanlou, put them in the boat, and drink with Jia Huan. The maid and the boatman were both outside the cabin. In the afternoon, the boat floated leisurely in the river.

Looking at the beauty in front of her, holding a pot in her bare hands, smiling and drinking lightly, bright eyes and cool teeth, Jia Huan chuckled and shook her head.

When he first met Lin Qianwei, he felt like he was "brainless fans". Of course, in this era, fine poetry was indeed very lethal to beauties. This is a bit similar to the era when he picked up girls with love letters in college in later years.

Of course, it won't be there now. She just likes poetry and admires talented people. He likes her straightforward personality very much. She gets along very easily and happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qianwei was tall, and she looked at Jia Huan with a coquettish look, pursing her lips. Her cheerful emotions were lit in the cabin.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "If you don't drink, you will be drunk!" After saying that, he felt a little regretful and picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of wine.

Lin Qianwei's pretty face turned slightly red, she turned her head to look at Qiu Jing outside the cabin, and chuckled: "I have known Mr. Jia for so long, but I rarely hear you praise me?"

Jia Huan laughed, "No, right? The beauty I wrote to you has praised you very well."

Since meeting Jinling at the end of May, I was surprised to learn that Lin Qianwei lived next to him, and it has been almost two months since we met. During this period, at her request, I wrote a poem about beauty.

It is known that spring is coming in the snow, and the cold plum blossoms are decorated with greasy branches, and the fragrant face is half-open and charming. When the courtyard is in the palace, the jade man bathes in new makeup. Good fortune may be intentional, so he teaches the bright moon to be exquisite and bounty to the green ants. Don’t refuse to get drunk, this flower is not compared with the flowers.

Good fortune may be intentional, and this flower is not compared with the group of flowers. This is what he felt since his contact with Lin Qianwei.

This girl has noble and elegant temperament, bright eyes and cool teeth, and has a figure like a model. She sang the song well. She was just later generations and was a star like a goddess. She is smart and has a straightforward personality.

Her straightforwardness is different from Shi Xiangyun. Shi Xiangyun is innocent and heroic, and chivalrous. Lin Qianwei is "I am like this, what can you do to me?" She has some pride. She lives in her true nature and doesn't care about other people's gazes. In fact, she is very smart, but acting like this will make her very straightforward.

Lin Qianwei couldn't help but smile, staring at the young man in front of her with beautiful stars, and said, "Can that be the same? Didn't you praise Sister Su and praise her to the sky? For example, the proofreader of the loquat flower bottom. The beauty has been together for a thousand years. I want you to treat me better than her."

She is one year younger than Su Shishi.

Jia Huan laughed and rubbed his eyebrows. Can this be compared? Su Shishi kissed him before leaving.

In two years, it is hard to say whether famous prostitutes like Su Shishi will suddenly redeem themselves. But he will return to the capital one year early. He and Su Shishi may be two or three months apart from him to the capital.

Lin Qianwei curled her lips slightly dissatisfied, with the coquettishness of an 18-year-old girl, and suddenly said, "I'll sing a song for you, how about it?"

"Oh? OK."

Lin Qianwei sang in a clear voice: "Zi Hui misses me, and she wears clothes and wades. If I don't think about me, will there be no one else? The crazy boy is also crazy!" The singing voice is as gentle as a yellow oriole singing, with bright and textured tone, which is very beautiful.

The words come from the Book of Songs - Zheng Feng. The meaning of vernacular is: If you love me and miss me, you will lift up your clothes and wade through the river. If you don’t miss me, will no one like me? You frivolous boy, arrogant and clumsy.

This is the first time Jia Huan has heard Lin Qianwei show her best singing in front of him. She is worthy of being a great man in Jiangnan and has reached a very high level. However, the content of this lyrics is really... speechless.

The crazy boy is also crazy! At the age of twelve, he labeled the beauty Lin as a "crazy boy". It is ridiculous.

Jia Huan rolled his eyes at Lin Qianwei, who was opposite the desk, and said, "Can't you sing something else?". The Book of Songs can be sung. It's like Lin Qianwei sang a love song in front of him. It doesn't matter, who can't sing love songs? But the meaning is that.

Lin Qianwei giggled and hummed a few more words, "The crazy boy is crazy," and then said: "I saw that the last two issues of the Jinling Briefing have added a section of poetry and also about folk art. Can't I also contribute? Oh, your sister Lin's pen name is Xiaoxiang Concubine, and her aunt's pen name is an old man in Guangling. What do you think is my pen name good?"

Lin Qianwei likes poetry, but her own poetry level is limited.

Jia Huan looked at her wearing a white dress, bright and charming, and then remembered the charming, beautiful and evil words of a woman dressed in a man and a scholar when she was in Suzhou: "Dongfang Bubai." (To be continued.)
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