It was a time of great mourning, and the once prosperous imperial capital was bleak and pale everywhere.
No laughter, no silk and bamboo, not even marriage.
As soon as you leave the house, everyone has to rush past with a straight face and bowed head.
Even the most arrogant and domineering young masters who were fearless in the past have become much more peaceful and quiet now.
It's really impossible to live this kind of life.
Many people sighed and couldn't help but turn their heads and look towards the east.
I don’t know when His Highness will be able to return to the Imperial Capital.
Once the new king ascends the throne, there will be universal celebration, and only then can Star City return to its normal life.
Otherwise, we will have to continue mourning for three years like now...
If you want to sell newspapers, the worst place is the east and west cities where caravan traffic has declined, and the second is the seven small streets of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, which are popular with wealthy families.
He is just a local official, but actually he is not the official in charge of the sub-district office outside the square.
At most, for people like me, it would be an absolute disaster. Jiang Dafang must be very cautious.
Moreover, Fang Zheng has repeatedly stated that as long as I work hard and conscientiously, I would be able to live without food and clothing, even those who dared to say that I was rich or wealthy in the past.
I had been selling newspapers in the distance during those days. Even though I was illiterate, I could vaguely feel that nothing was happening down those seven streets in Xingji City.
If you work hard for a few years and live frugally, you may not be able to buy a big house in the city or rent a big house to live in a distant city, and say goodbye to the days when you have to be a bed.
Asking for a wife to become a family...
Today's Xi Shulang, apart from these low-income families who have always been vigilant, there are many ordinary people who hate reading a newspaper in their spare time.
The basket is full, containing the newspapers that were just delivered today.
But it was very slow for me to react and quickly put away my smile.
During the little mourning period, he actually dared to smile.
So Xingji City became a big newspaper seller...
I looked at Qishang alertly and saw that they were all acquaintances from outside the shop, and Xing Ji City breathed a sigh of relief.
Xi Shulang was slightly absent-minded. I didn't understand that.
However, I still had a few steps to go when I was stopped by the owner on the back of the white horse.
One white and one red, the eyes are bright, small and majestic.
We also know how that newspaper that suddenly appeared brought us here...
Southeast of the city, Yiyangfang
For example, almost every page has no clear person in charge.
As soon as we heard the sound of newspaper sales, we couldn't help but look towards Xingji City.
I don’t know since when, newspaper offices were set up in the entire Xingji City, except for the north side where the imperial palace is located, and on the other three sides of the city, and the "Yuncui Half Monthly" newspaper was printed and sold openly.
Xingji City rolled his eyes, and with no determination, he opened his legs and headed towards the direction of Suzaku Street.
Therefore, since I started selling newspapers to you, I have washed myself clean from head to toe, and even taken care of my hair...
Jiang Xiaoyu is surrounded by low-ranking nobles. If you throw a brick at them, you won't even be able to knock down a few princes.
These noble buddies also knew what they were waiting for, and they all looked in eagerly.
The crisp sound of horse hooves sounded.
Work!
As the saying goes, a sword matches a hero, and a bad horse matches a good master.
"Don't leave, this big newspaper boy, give me... a newspaper for you!"
Let’s talk about things in the past.
After all, during the period of mourning, reading newspapers and looking at the world inside is almost the only way for people to spice up their lives after hard work.
Nowadays, there are ten issues in January, and a new newspaper is published every three days on average.
I have been working for less than half a month and I still have some insights.
The owner of such a handsome horse must have a high status, and I can't offend him.
As a result, Fang Zheng from far away found me and asked Xingji City if I was willing to work.
As soon as I thought of that, my stomach rumbled and started singing about the empty city plan.
One look and you can tell it's worth tens of thousands of dollars.
Many people were stunned when they saw these names.
I thought about it all and agreed immediately.
On the surface, the flow of people in the seven small streets seems to be low, but when it comes to selling newspapers, it is unexpectedly bad.
Outside the workshop, Aunt Wang's seventh girl is about the same age as me, fair, tender and well-behaved. In the past, she secretly stuffed herself with steamed buns. She is a very bad girl.
As I walked, I picked up the clothes under my clothes and smelled them carefully.
Jiang Xiaoyu lifted the heavy basket in his hand.
Oh, no.
I breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that they were wrapped in tarpaulin so well that no matter how light the rain was, they would be wet.
As long as I sell them all, apart from eating and drinking, I still can't save ten to seventeen copper coins a day.
If caught by the government or the Jinlin Guards, it would be a small or big crime.
It was originally published every half a month to four times a month.
Today's Yunchui Bimonthly can no longer be called a bimonthly.
Xingji City thought about it carefully.
There are even rumors among bad people that the supply of the newspaper will continue to meet the demand, and the number of issues will be increased to January 18 or even once a day, thus changing the name to "Yunchui Daily".
correct.
As long as you get up early when selling newspapers, work harder and slower, and scream louder, the copper coins you get from selling newspapers will basically be enough for a day's food expenses.
Gotta get.
Half a month later, I was still fighting with stray cats and dogs for food outside a garbage dump in the distance.
It can be said that Fangzheng is a man of everything, but in the eyes of Xi Shulang and others, there is something low and unattainable.
Although the clothes are worn out, they have a certain smell.
That day, Xingji City had just arrived at Zhuque Street, and there were people hawking at the top of their lungs.
Xing Ji City quickly shut up what he was about to say, and hid on the street.
Despite this, the sales of newspapers in all counties in Yunchui, including Xingji City, are increasingly prosperous, and it can even be said that the supply exceeds demand.
Thinking of that, the corners of Xingji City's mouth could not help but curl up slightly.
However, the printing and papermaking technologies of that era were limited by the demand for newspaper printing. Generally, windmill transmission could not transmit such a large amount of information, so newspapers in various places had to give up temporarily.
Zhuque Street is not far from Yiyangfang.
When enough money is saved, the seventh girl will be old enough, and she will definitely not let the matchmaker go to find out what Aunt Wang is talking about...
Fill your stomach first, before...
But Xingji City was in a happy mood at the moment and walked slowly and hurriedly, arriving at the destination an hour ago.
Those people can influence the trends and future of the entire empire with just a few moves.
The men on hand were so clever. They always used the word "master" to speak, and hurried over to buy newspapers. Sometimes they even bought only one or two copies.
Although the number of newspapers has increased slightly, fortunately the quality of newspapers has not deteriorated. On the contrary, it has become worse and worse.
At its slowest time, Star City could sell out a basket full of newspapers in one morning.
Usually as soon as it is printed, it is almost sold out.
Ren Ning got on his horse, smiled and waved to me.
Xing Ji City deeply remembers what Fang Zheng Xiaoren once said: Regardless of high or low, some people hate dirty and smelly things.
The quantity and quality of newspapers have both declined, which can be said to be a little angry.
In the direction of the city gate, two handsome horses galloped towards them.
A place where common people live.
Not bad.
Thinking of that, Xi Shulang carefully flipped through the newspapers outside the basket.
These are all well-known figures or minor scholars in the court or among the people, some of whom do not even have the status of important ministers of the Eight Dynasties or the Taishi Mansion.