Splendid peasant girl busy farming

5084 - Pride
The servant described the appearance of Wan Qingchun, the Duke of Wan Guo, when he left Uncle Zhongyong's mansion. After that, Feng Yueheng remained expressionless.

After a while, he waved his hand to let the servants back away.

"Yueheng, what do you think?" Qi Xianlong picked up the chrysanthemum tea that was placed aside, and took a sip, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"Not this time, someone is fishing, and those who wish to take the bait." Feng Yueheng said flatly.

"Who is the fisherman?" Qi Xianlong said calmly.

"There are a lot of fishermen, and the top ones will become fish." Feng Yueheng smiled slightly, raised his hand and said, "Come on, let's continue for another round."

"Please!" Feng Yueheng raised his hand.

……

Yang Ruoqing had sent a letter, and after waiting for a while, a simple carriage came slowly at the door.

After the curtain of the carriage was lifted, a beautiful woman stepped out from inside.

Although she was only wearing a very ordinary dress, she still couldn't conceal her elegance.

A kind of temperament of heirloom of poems and books makes her dignified and generous when she walks.

"Biyu, the person you are looking for has been arrested." Yang Ruoqing stood behind the door, Hong Xiu followed beside her.

"Ma'am, where is he?"

As soon as she heard that the person had been caught, Shen Biyu couldn't maintain her originally calm expression.

In the past few days, Yang Ruoqing did not pass the news of Zhu Cheng's capture to Shen Biyu, this time she was invited to discuss the future development of the newspaper.

Shen Biyu was not mentally prepared to tell Yang Ruoqing such an important matter at first, and her originally peaceful mood was instantly disturbed.

For others, this is not a big deal, but for Shen Biyu, it is a big deal.

"In the basement in the backyard, I sent someone to watch it." Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly, and continued: "Don't worry, Biyu, come in first to chat about the development of the newspaper, then Zhu Cheng will be imprisoned and cannot escape."

Shen Biyu was so anxious that she wanted to see Zhu Cheng immediately, but Yang Ruoqing had other ideas, so she had no choice but to suppress her desire to see Zhu Cheng immediately.

Follow Yang Ruoqing to the wing room, the floor heating here is very warm, the tea is brewed well, it is a good place to meet guests and chat.

"How's the sales volume of the newspaper recently?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Generally speaking, the sales of newspapers about trivial matters are very good, but... I also published an issue of poetry and poetry, but there are very few buyers." Shen Biyu frowned.

"Poems and songs, have you invited those famous celebrities to write essays?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"I used to be able to invite some, but recently I can't, the previous connections have all been lost." Shen Biyu sighed.

Last time, the matter of Ning Shanwen, the prince of Xin Guogong, had a great impact on her. As a result, Shen Biyu had already despaired of those so-called friends.

No matter how good the usual words are, at critical times, no one came to help, and all of them watched the fire across the river.

Shen Biyu didn't want to contact them, nor did she want to humiliate herself.

"Then let's stop the poetry and poetry newspaper for a while..."

"Today, I called you to talk about an important matter. From today on, the newspapers will begin to publish how Uncle Zhongyong is loyal to the emperor and patriotism, write out touching stories one by one, and then brag about how wise the emperor is... "

Yang Ruoqing said while citing the example of how Luo Fengtang and the others fought bloody battles in the past.

There is no need to exaggerate, the real war is already extremely terrifying. In fact, Luo Fengtang's contribution to Daqi is obvious to all. Now Yang Ruoqing just wants to show those deeds to the public.

As long as it is revealed, it will have a huge effect.

Train soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while.

The newspaper that Yang Ruoqing had planned for so long finally played a real role for the first time.

That is to influence public opinion!
Newspapers that do not make money can influence the direction of public opinion, and this is the scariest thing.

Of course, Yang Ruoqing also added words to praise Qi Xingyun, so he couldn't make him feel threatened.

However, Yang Ruoqing also knew that it wouldn't be too long after the invitation, and when Qi Xingyun realized the huge influence here, he would officially start a newspaper.

There will always be people occupying the position of public opinion.

If the government does not occupy it, others will occupy it.

In just a few days, the news of Luo Fengtang's plot to rebel has spread throughout the capital, and it has become Sima Zhao's heart, which everyone knows.

It is obviously something that is created out of nothing, and it can be made up with a nose and eyes.

If the details were perfected, maybe even Yang Ruoqing would believe it was true.

This must be someone spreading the news in private, using teahouses, brothels, markets and other places with a lot of people to spread it everywhere.

Then the next thing to fight is a battle of public opinion.

"Ma'am, I understand what you mean. I will polish these stories myself." Shen Biyu is extremely perceptive, and after Yang Ruoqing's reminders, she has thoroughly figured out the key points.

"Be careful not to use too obscure language, try to use colloquialisms that ordinary people can understand." Yang Ruoqing added a reminder.

In this day and age, there is a big difference between written and spoken language.

Written language is often obscure, and classical Chinese is uncommon, while spoken language is close to life, and the vernacular is used in daily speaking.

"Understood, stories written in vernacular are more acceptable to the audience."

Shen Biyu is not the kind of young lady who is not down-to-earth at all, so naturally she knows everything.

Next, she and Yang Ruoqing finalized some details and perfected the theme of the new issue of the newspaper to be reissued.

At this time, Shen Biyu hesitated and said: "Madam, that Zhu Cheng..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go see that Zhu Cheng now."

Yang Ruoqing told Shen Biyu about the newspaper in advance, and put the visit to Zhu Cheng at the end, in order to let Shen Biyu calm down and avoid too much emotional ups and downs.

……

Here, in the cell in the basement of the backyard, Zhu Cheng was terrified.

Although the nearby rooms are also closed to people, the place is dark and damp, with dim candles and a faint smell of blood. No matter how you look at it, it looks like hell on earth.

His heart was always hanging, and he hadn't slept well in the past few days.

He often dreamed that there was a figure of a woman holding a dagger in his hand and piercing his heart directly.

The woman was very familiar, but he didn't dare to look up, his heart was so scared that he felt a sharp pain in his heart instantly, and he woke up.

Then he found that no one had really stabbed the dagger into his heart, everything was just a nightmare, not real.

But the real him was locked in a cell, and the sound of footsteps and breathing from outside made him terrified.

"Come on, help me, you caught the wrong person!"

"Can you stop howling, kid, be careful that I eat you, it's thin skin and tender meat, it looks delicious."

The person living next door opened his mouth, showing a mouthful of fangs, and laughed, looking quite terrifying.

(End of this chapter)