The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 529 "Chaowen Express" ([-])
Three days later, the big guys from the project team showed up in the office with dark circles under their eyes.

Lord Song set an example and read all the 72 manuscripts brought by everyone that day.

The result surprised him quite a bit. Sure enough, this kind of thing, brainstorming and teamwork, everyone's growth environment is different, which creates their different personalities, different ideas, and different concerns and affairs.

For example, one of the articles is not an article at all, but a table that records the prices of rice, flour, cornmeal, peanut oil, sunflower oil, and rapeseed oil in various rice, flour, grain and oil shops inside and outside the capital. ,

The prices of eggs, vegetables, chicken, pork, and mutton in various vegetable markets were also compared.

In addition, the prices of coarse cotton cloth, fine cotton cloth, burlap yarn and fine ramie cloth from various cloth shops were also compared.

In addition, it also provided more than a dozen pieces of information on promotional discounts in various shops in the city. For example, Xinglong Cloth Shop is processing a batch of old silks and satins that have been pressed for three years, and each piece is sold at [-]% off; , every night at the end of You hour, the remaining pot helmets will be sold at half price; a new restaurant in Yangzhou, Laojuntang Hutong, is opening a bargain, and this month, the store will be [-]% off...

"Who wrote this article?" Song Jianming pointed to the article, looking at the 24 editors he had chosen with piercing eyes.

The 24 people looked at me and I looked at you, some were stunned, some had disdain on their faces, and in the end the only girl among the 24, Qian Zhongmin, raised her hand weakly.

"Master Song, I wrote it." She said timidly, "I asked my mother what she wanted to know, and she said that she just wanted to know which one in Beijing had the cheapest rice, flour, grain, oil and cloth. So ...That's why I wrote this one. But I didn't mean to be lazy, besides this one, I wrote three other ones!"

Mr. Song waved his hand and said with a gentle smile: "This article is very good! It's eye-catching! This article is what the people care about most! This column of price comparison should be fixed, and you will be responsible for it in the future!"

The other 23 male editors were stunned. They didn't expect that this kind of content was the first to be recognized!
"What are you doing in a daze? Everyone applaud Minmin and learn from her in the future!" Master Song took the lead in clapping.

clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap...

Everyone was either shocked or unwilling to clap their hands.

Qian Zhongmin is not only the only female among them, but also the youngest, only 16 years old this year.

Song Jianming flipped through the manuscripts on the table, found the other three manuscripts she wrote, and glanced at them. One was about the feelings of the people in the capital on various literacy classes. There were few interviews and too many praises for the emperor. It’s a bit boring to come down; one is to report the news that Zhaoyue Elite Primary School is recruiting students from all over the country, the content is also general, and it repeats the content of Song Jianming’s own; the last one is to report the water shortage of the people in the capital, which is very long It's short, only about 200 words, but Song Jianming picked up this article and said, "Only this one is not bad."

Qian Zhongmin's face was flushed red, and his eyes were wide open, knowing that his level was not as good as those present.

Except for her, among the other 23 people, eighteen were all candidates, and there were five scholars who were related to the exam.This kind of position where you can speak directly to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and his father-in-law is a steal, isn't it?Besides, Song Jianming was not only the father-in-law of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he was also a big shot who would be called into the palace by the emperor from time to time in the name of his in-laws to accompany him for lunch, play chess, and seek advice!
Although he is no longer in the cabinet, his weight is no less than that of any minister in the cabinet.

Isn't it easier to ask Mr. Song to appreciate it and recommend it directly to the emperor than to think hard about the imperial examination?The most important thing is that the Juren Examination is now the hardest hit area for tax inspections by the Audit Department. Those who have won the Examination but failed to pass the Jinshi exam are forced to find a job.

It can be said that it is a very respectable thing to work with Mr. Song in the Royal Bookstore.

Of course, when it comes to related households, Qian Zhongmin is also a related household. She came from the old nursing home in the south of the city. She was forced to be included in the project team by Song Qingyue when the list of project teams was drawn up.

Song Jianming felt that this child had potential, but he just went in the wrong direction. He planned to inspire her: "I remember you came out of Chengnan Nursing Home, right?"

"Yes!"

"How old were you when you went to the nursing home?" Song Jianming continued to ask.

"Eight years old." Qian Zhongmin replied.

"I remember the almshouse only picks up babies, right?"

"Not all of them. I am from the heavy snowfall in the winter of 39 in Jingning. My family didn't have enough food, so I was sold to a brothel by my parents."

"Later rescued by the nursing home?"

"Yes." Qian Zhongmin nodded.

Master Song smiled faintly and spoke in a gentle tone: "How did you grow up in the Alms House? How did you get into the royal data to work? Why don't you write your own story? Is it not more interesting than the other two you wrote?"

Qian Zhongmin opened his mouth slightly, made a forehead sound, stood up suddenly, blushed, and stammered: "I...I'll write it now! I'll write it now, very quickly!"

Master Song nodded and said, "Okay, try to keep it within eight hundred words."

Qian Zhongmin agreed, returned to his desk and started writing.

When she was eight years old, my mother gave birth to a younger brother. That year, the summer was dry and the winter was snowy, and the family rations were not enough. Her grandma said that she was good-looking, and that she could be sold for a good price in a brothel.

She was kidnapped by her father and taken to the capital.After entering a brothel called Nishangyuan, she refused to give in. She didn't want to be a prostitute, so she resisted desperately. After being beaten several times, she was locked in a woodshed for five days, dying of hunger.

On the fifth night, a fragrant woman gave her two steamed buns in the middle of the night. Minmin asked who she was, and she said that she was an oiran lady from Nishangyuan, who was sold by her second uncle when she was a child.

She didn't want to be a prostitute, but she couldn't bear to see her. Today she saw her guard was drunk, so she came to save her.She asked Minmin to crawl out of a dog hole at the base of the north wall, and told her to run as fast as she could to the Scissors Alley in the south of the city, where there was a nursing home willing to adopt a baby girl, and she said that the people there would help her.

Later, she was indeed saved.

She wanted to drag the teacher of the Nursery Home to redeem the Oiran lady, but the teacher shook her head and refused, saying that the Oiran lady was too expensive and the Nursery could not afford that money.

Later, more and more girls like her fled here.

The Nursing Home still receives donations from major brothels every year, sometimes it is a gold hairpin, sometimes it is a pair of earrings.

Those kind Huakuan ladies didn't even dare to leave their names, for fear of tarnishing this place.But Qian Zhongmin knew that these things were sent by the oiran ladies, and she recognized the smell of powder on them, which was the best smell she had ever smelled.

She graduated from Zhaoyue Primary School when she was 12 years old, and then helped to take care of the children in the nursing home.On weekdays, her biggest hobby is reading story books. Slowly, she began to make up stories by herself. When she was in the nursing home, as long as she started telling stories, the children would calm down and gather around her to listen to the stories.When she was a little older, she was recommended by the steward of the Nursing Home to go to Zhaoyue Publishing House in Taiyuan, saying that there was a shortage of story writers for Empress Song.

Last year, she followed her mother back to the capital and was recommended to the Royal Bookstore.

By the time she finished writing her story, Master Song had already selected the 38 articles that would be published this time and entered into the process of typesetting and article polishing.

Qian Zhongmin showed Master Song the finished article.

After Song Jianming read it, his eyes were red, and Wuyan reached out and touched her head, saying that this article is also needed, and it must be placed on the front page, under the admission news of Zhaoyue Primary School.

It wasn't until early in the morning that the 25 people present produced the first issue of "Chaowen Express".Song Jianming read it himself first, and he was very satisfied with the results he made after staying up all night!

Just as he rushed into the palace with the first issue of "Chaowen Daily" full of confidence, he did not meet the emperor in Wenhua Palace as promised.

A young Hanlin Academy editor who was doing odd jobs in the Wenhua Hall quietly told Song Jianming: "Sir Song, something big happened last night!"

Master Song was startled, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"The empress activated it yesterday afternoon! The emperor is waiting outside the delivery room of Kunning Palace! The old matriarch of Duke Ning's mansion, His Second Highness, His Highness, and the Crown Princess have all gone."

"It was so."

He sat silently in Wenhua Hall for half an hour. Just as he was about to fall asleep with his sleeves folded, a familiar eunuch suddenly ran in with tea and snacks.

"Are you from the Prince's Mansion?" Mr. Song asked.

Qin Jifu immediately gave a lovable smile, put the tea and snacks on the table, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency has a good memory! The younger one is the steward of the Prince's House, and often follows the Crown Princess. When the Empress heard that the Lord is coming, I specially asked the little one to bring these tea and snacks."

Song Jianming's heart warmed, and he asked again: "How is the empress?"

The smile on Qin Jifu's face was instantly withdrawn, he frowned, and replied in a worried voice: "It's not going well. It hasn't been born all night." After a pause, he moved closer to Mr. Song, He lowered the volume by two points again, and said: "The little one looked at the basins of blood pouring out of the delivery room, the midwives that the Ning family hired themselves almost smashed the emperor's forehead, saying that the child was too big and they could do nothing Woolen cloth!"

Master Song immediately frowned when he heard the words.

He took out a silver peanut from his pocket and gave it to Qin Jifu. Qin Jifu thanked him and turned to go out.

Mr. Song didn't have any troubles in his heart. Whether the Empress Xiaoning's life or death had nothing to do with him.

But he is about to revise this manuscript, the news that the empress has hung up is bigger than the news that Zhaoyue Elite Primary School is recruiting students, and he has to revise the content.But, isn't this delaying his daughter's enrollment plan? ?

In Mr. Song's heart, nature is big, nothing bigger than the matter of the three daughters.

In the side hall of the Kunning Palace, several female medical officers from the gynecology hospital were waiting outside the delivery room with small knives, trying to persuade the emperor and the old lady of the Ning family to quickly perform the side cut, otherwise adults and children might lose their lives.

The emperor hesitated and looked at the old lady of the Ning family, who gave Song Qingyue a hard look.

Song Qingyue didn't express any opinion, but just lowered her head, silently leaned towards Li Zhao, and closed her eyes tiredly.Li Zhao lowered his head and asked her in a low voice if she was tired, and if she should go back and find a place to rest for a while.Song Qingyue shook her head and whispered that her father and emperor are here, as the eldest daughter-in-law, how could she go back and rest?
The so-called decent face is like this, no matter how much you don't care about this mother-in-law in your heart, you can't make people find any serious mistakes in your behavior.

Li Zhao took her hand and squeezed it, bent down, and kissed her ear: "Miss Lao, you have worked hard."

Mrs. Ning felt even more unhappy when she saw that Li Zhao loved Song Qingyue so much.

In fact, the old lady of the Ning family has also heard that the gynecological hospital has made some achievements in women's childbirth, but she really dare not use them!The medical officers of the Women's Hospital were all promoted by this little bitch, Song Qingyue.

Hearing the gradually subdued wailing in the delivery room, the emperor turned to look at the old lady: "Mother-in-law, why don't you invite these female medical officers in? Their skills are all the best."

The old lady gritted her teeth and hesitated, but the midwives in the delivery room couldn't stand it anymore, and went out again to beg the old lady: "Madam! Let some medical officers come in and cut the side! If this goes on, adults and children will not be able to survive." living!"

The old lady bit her lip and suddenly stared at the female medical officers sinisterly. Her throat was hoarse and she almost squeezed out the words through her teeth: "You, you can guarantee that my son's life will be safe?!"

"This……"

Several female medical officers lowered their heads, and none of them wanted to guarantee it.

"Don't you all claim to be miracle doctors? Haven't you saved the lives of countless pregnant women? Why, don't you dare to promise the old man now? Let me tell you, if my son...can't make it through this time, the old man wants you All will be buried with her!"

"The old lady's words are ridiculous!" Song Qingyue suddenly said, "They have never claimed to be miracle doctors! I also said in the health manual that the maternal mortality rate in gynecological hospitals is about [-]%. It is unavoidable, this is the fate given by God, the old lady should not force her, and take the anger out on these innocent medical officers!"

The old lady's eyes were tearing apart, she glared at Song Qingyue viciously, if the emperor wasn't here, she would almost rush forward and grab Song Qingyue's neck.

Li Zhao, on the other hand, stretched out his hand and pulled Song Qingyue behind him, and looked at Mrs. Ning: "Grandmother, what Yue'er said is the truth, please don't make trouble for no reason. Now let the medical officers go in and save the lives of the queen mother and younger brother." It's straight."

"But in case..."

"Grandmother!" Li Zhao said again, "No medical officer would risk being hated by the Duke's mansion by doing such outrageous things."

The old lady pointed at Song Qingyue and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't trust her!"

"Why is this?" Li Zhao suddenly opened his eyes wide with anger, and looked straight at the old lady with bloodshot eyes: "Why did my grandmother say this? Yue'er and the queen have no grievances or enmity with the Zhenbei Houfu. Grandma Why are you so afraid of Yue'er? Or, what did my grandmother do to Yue'er before, so that you have to guard against her revenge like this?!"

(End of this chapter)