Anything Bai Minghe wants to know about the things on the streets of Nanjing will definitely know.
Someone is reporting on the various reactions of the people after they arranged the newspaper and then saw it.
Bai Minghe beat the table rhythmically with one hand, listening to the reports on the streets of Nanjing. It seems that the appearance of newspapers still has a certain impact on the lives of the people, especially the wealthy households, who have expectations for the newspapers because there is a lot of information on them. What they heard about in the teahouse chat is far less true than they hold in their hands.
"I don't care about newspaper matters anymore. You know the government news in your mind. The gossip newspapers are just fun. Don't stare at Nanjing, the world is going to be bigger."
"Yes!" A special person was selected to be responsible for this matter.
"You set up a newspaper by yourself. Daming Pao is an official newspaper to teach you a way to make money. For example, the official's workshop has a new type of goods produced. Write a notice here. Everyone in the world knows whether this is a fee. It costs one piece of slap, hundreds or thousands of taels of silver. At first, I tried it with the workshop of Dongchang first. When the merchants know this, they will have an auction and get more silver."
Bai Minghe said, and the manager was recording.
"If you want to think about newspaper management, you must use your own mind. The only thing you need to pay attention to is to be careful about the article. We are official newspapers, so you must remember that the Ming Dynasty is good and you must be good at saying that the Ming Dynasty is good."
"I understand. I think I'll write more positive news, such as increasing grain production in a certain place, and filial sons appearing in a certain place."
Bai Minghe took a good shot: "Okay, you said it well. It seems that there is absolutely nothing wrong with choosing you as a manager. That's it."
The manager of the East Factory retreated with a smile on his face. Bai Minghe then said to Wang Cheng: "Add to make arrangements. Let the real victims of Nanyang come to Nanyang as soon as possible. Just tell them to go to the Ming Dynasty's Ministry of Justice to file a complaint. This matter is very simple and there is no need to complicate it anymore. Because everything is real."
"Yes, what we have to do. It is enough to let ordinary people know this fact." Wang Cheng agreed.
"When there is news about that matter!" Bai Minghe did not continue to say it, but Wang Cheng understood: "Don't worry, this matter is the top priority!"
Bai Minghe is right. What they want to do is just to let ordinary people know the facts, that's all!
The Guangdong Navy's ship was still moving in the South China Sea. A 2,300-material ship came out of the Malacca Strait, with the Ming Dynasty sun and moon flag on it. However, there was a red feather picture on the main sail.
Along the way, all ports were given priority to the port, all waterways were given priority to pass, and all the way was urgent. After thirteen days, we finally arrived at Hangzhou Bay. When the ship entered the port, someone on the ship shouted: "Medical officer, we need medical officers, severely ill, and seriously injured medical officers." They were given the priority right of passage. They took the dock first.
A area had been cleared for them on the dock, and more than twenty stretchers were loaded.
The medical officers stationed on the dock quickly conducted an examination. They shook their heads, and with their abilities, they could not save these people with the medicinal materials and equipment they had on the dock. Seeing a captain coming down on the ship, the medical officer shook his head helplessly: "Just hold your life, there are medical officers who follow the army, and there is no way."
"Come on, clear the road!" a medical officer ordered.
Every four heroic men carried one person and started to go to the largest official clinic in Hangzhou City. After these people left, the medical officer ordered: "Come on, burn the messy things with tinea oil first, and clean the ground with lime water. The boat was sealed and washed before leaving the port."
The Ming Dynasty already had simple epidemic control regulations.
After entering the official clinic, this is the crystallization of Ming Dynasty medicine and Byzantine medicine. First, a small courtyard was vacated for these people, and then some soup for those who were responsible for carrying people, and then everyone went to take a shower and steamed clothes.
"One or two per person!" A businessman took out a bag of silver coins and put them on the ground.
Someone asked, "Do you know these people?"
The merchant shook his head: "I don't know, but it can be seen that there are two Japanese people. The Japanese hairstyles are different from those of us Ming people. Even if they have short hair, they will shaved their heads. The rest..." The merchant stopped and took out a newspaper from his pocket next to him, which was only one page.
After picking up the newspaper, the businessman said: "This Ming Dynasty newspaper is one issue every ten days, and this is the third issue. According to what the newspaper says, combined with the clothes and hair accessories of these people, I am afraid that they are the survivors of the Southern Song Dynasty mentioned in the newspaper. They are all descendants of the Central Atomics, and they are helping us, and we can't do anything big, so we can't do anything with the barbarians in the South China Sea. We can do nothing to do with the barbarians in the South China Sea. We should do our best!"
After saying that, the merchant took out a silver note of 100 taels and handed it to the captain who brought the people back: "These are just for the expenses of decoctions, so don't refuse some of the intentions."
The captain was stunned for a moment and pushed him: "My general gave him silver bills and he had silver."
"This is my wish. Perhaps others will be rescued. No matter what, it is a family." The merchant put down the silver bill, turned around and left.
Immediately afterwards, several people put down their silver bills, ranging from ten taels to hundreds of taels.
The captain clasped his fists and thanked him, but his mind was in the clinic. He didn't know if these people could be saved.
On that day, several famous doctors from Nanjing came to Hangzhou and participated in the treatment.
The next day, no new newspaper was printed, only one page of briefing was printed, and what the injured and sick said.
A story was written in the newspaper.
A team of scouts went deeper, including ten Ming soldiers, thirty-six Japanese soldiers, and twelve Korean soldiers. The task of this team of scouts was to perfect the map and find out two hundred miles west of the important town of Tranepura (Zhanbei City). When they left the city on the third day, about one hundred and twenty miles away, they encountered a village.
The village mainly consists of rice and sugar cane, and there are two handicraft workshops.
It mainly makes clothes and sugar.
There are only twelve families in this village. They fled to Southeast Asia when the Yuan Dynasty attacked the Song Dynasty and finally settled here. There were some robbers around them. They sent enough wealth every year, which was considered safe.
They didn't know the war at sea, nor did they know that the Ming Dynasty was fighting. Seeing that the Ming Dynasty came, they warmly welcomed these guests. The Ming Dynasty scout team also left silver for some sugar, and they rested here for a day. At the same time, they asked the two guides from this village to improve the surrounding map.
But unexpectedly, at that night, he encountered an attack. There were 300 people on the other side, but they didn't even bother to talk about it. As soon as they entered the village, they set fire, killed people, robbed people, and robbed food.
Then what else can I say is to fight.
With the combat power of less than 60 scouts of the Ming Dynasty and not carrying enough heavy weapons, although they defeated the opponent, there were also thirteen Japanese soldiers, four Goryeo soldiers and seven Ming soldiers who died in battle. The living carried the injured and fled to Zhanbei, and they fled to Zhanbei. They fled along the way and there were pursuers. When they fled to the ten Ming people, who were twenty miles away from Zhanbei City, were still ten.
Once again, he encountered a siege of 200 people and had to fight to the death. When the Ming army in Zhanbei City discovered and came to rescue, only one of the ten Ming soldiers was alive. Two of the Japanese soldiers were alive, but they were all seriously injured. All the twelve soldiers of Goryeo were killed in battle.
But the thirty-nine people in the village were saved.
After the briefing was issued, the four major cities in Jiangnan suddenly became quiet, and there were no hawkers on the streets.
Bai Minghe, who was sitting in the study, was also holding the briefing, and he knew it was true.
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. I originally thought they would oppress the remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty, but I didn't expect that they were killing them all. This was my fault. Attacking Nanyang stimulated these robbers." Bai Minghe said that, and wrote a self-blame book, which was written by several generals from Nanjing rushed in.
When Sun Yuanzhen saw Bai Minghe's self-blame letter, she sighed heavily.
"Mr. Bai. How can I deal with this thing in Nanjing's Five Army Governor's Office? Or do you slap me hard in the face? Is it good to move Nanyang to the holy intention, and the cabinet made a decision. It is my four provinces in Jiangnan, Guangdong and Guangxi, and Fujian that didn't do it well. You said you were wrong, what about me?"
Sun Yuanzhen: He is now 68 years old. As a Jinshi of the Thirteenth in Yongle, he was also an old minister of several dynasties.
He once suppressed the rebellion in Jiangnan, eliminated the thieves in Fujian, and went to the battlefield in Zhejiang to defend against Japanese pirates. He did not have a deep understanding of military tactics, which was different from Yu Qian, but he was also an iron-blooded Confucian general.
Bai Minghe picked up the self-blame letter and handed it to Wang Cheng: "After generating the power, it will be delivered directly to the capital. It will be delivered to Lord Yu, and then wait, calm down and wait."
"It's an adult!" Wang Cheng took it, trotted out.
Sun Yuanzhen breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, if you put this in the newspaper, I will have no shame to see anyone." Sun Yuanzhen signaled several generals to sit down, and then asked Bai Minghe: "Bai Minghe, tell me, what are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for an imperial edict, we will promote the whole country's strength and wipe out Nanyang. To be honest, Lord Sun, this plan is a series of tricks, one move and six consecutive times. The only thing that miscalculated is that those Nanyang people were too cruel to the Southern Song survivors of our China, and they didn't even leave any way to survive. This is no longer bullying, but blood feud."
Sun Yuanzhen nodded: "Song, it has a strong character, and the people of Song are also my Ming Dynasty."
"It has been written in history books that the Song people have backbone. I think when the Yuan Dynasty finally perished the Song Dynasty, more than 200,000 people went to the sea to sacrifice their country. Xiaobai, my Ming Dynasty was very good at soldiers and food, and those people might not die after they were killed by the sea. They were washed to the South China Sea by the sea. I want them to jump into the sea again, I..."
With a slap, Bai Minghe's mahogany desk that was more than an inch thick was slapped away.
A war-torn general was furious.
Wang Cheng came back at this time and told Bai Minghe that he had arranged for someone to send a telegram, and the original text arranged for someone to send him to the capital.
Bai Minghe stood up, walked to the bookshelf and took a box and slowly placed it on the table: "This is what I wrote on the train, and I have been thinking hard for many days." Bai Minghe did not explain what this was, but put his hands on Wang Cheng's hand: "Long live my own hand, just say that this is my Bai Minghe's courage in the Ming Dynasty."
"The box is there, and the box is there if the person is not there!" Wang Cheng gave a solemn greeting and quit. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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