Daming: Mixed in Dangzhi County, Beiping

"Teacher, is there such a serious illness in your body?"

Zhu Gaochi's eyes widened with anxiety on his face, "I wonder if your father knows? Has the teacher sent an imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment?"

"..."

Guo An couldn't help but look at Zhu Gaochi in confusion. He was just pretending to be sick to make you feel calmer, but you actually took it seriously?
However, now Guo An can only suffer the consequences!

"It's just some chronic illness, why bother with the imperial doctors?"

Zhu Gaochi said quickly: "Chronic diseases require timely diagnosis and treatment by imperial doctors!"

With that said, Zhu Gaochi turned around and prepared to ask the chamberlain on one side to go to the palace to ask for the imperial doctor.

Seeing this, Guo An quickly stopped him.

"Your Majesty, don't be anxious. I know my own body. To put it bluntly, it is overuse of the brain, which causes brain strain. Just lie down more every day to clear your mind and let your brain rest!"
At most, just eat some medicinal food that nourishes the mind and nourishes the brain..."

"I see!"

Zhu Gaochi nodded slowly and looked at Guo An with gratitude on his face.

"Thank you teacher!"

On the side, the chamberlain looked at Guo An with a surprised look on his face, wanting to say something but not daring to say it.

"That's not the case!"

Guo An waved his hand indifferently and asked: "I don't know if it's snowing so heavily. Your Highness is here at Wei Chen's house, but what's the important matter?"

"Teacher, the first Di newspaper has been written. Please take a look at it!"

Zhu Gaochi looked happy and took out a folded piece of paper from the wooden box in the hand of the waiter.

Then, he slowly opened it and handed it to Guo An.

Seeing this, Guo An did not hesitate, slowly opened it, and started to read.

In the middle of the top of the Di Bao, it says the first issue of the Di Bao in the second year of Gengchen and Hongding of the Ming Dynasty!
“Teacher, if all states and counties in the Ming Dynasty were to distribute this newspaper, at least [-] copies would need to be printed.

With so many copies, it will be next year until they are printed and sent to various states and counties in Ming Dynasty! "

"Ok!"

Guo An nodded slightly and said again: "But, isn't one hundred thousand copies a little too little?"

"One hundred thousand copies is still less?"

Zhu Gaochi was startled, "Teacher, how many copies should be printed?"

Guo An thought for a moment and then said: "Since it is the first Di newspaper in the Ming Dynasty, it can't be too much, and it can't be too little. It will look shabby. Printing 30 copies!"

"Then print thirty copies!"

Zhu Gaochi nodded slowly.

"Your Highness is wise!"

Guo An casually flattered him and continued to look down.

In fact, the contents in the Di newspaper were all those written by Guo Anjiao and Zhu Gaochi.

Moreover, the people who wrote the Di newspaper were all Juren, and there were even a few Jinshi.

The literary talents of those people are several levels better than Guo An's.

However, the content in these newspapers is all vernacular...

Moreover, they were all words of praise for Emperor Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty, which had a sense of advocacy.

Guo An nodded slowly, as long as it is in plain language and the people can understand it!
There were a few inappropriate minor issues, Guo An pointed them out, and Zhu Gaochi quickly understood.

……

Returning to the newspaper residence, Zhu Gaochi asked the editor below to rewrite it. After revising it, Zhu Gaochi went directly to the palace.

Regarding the Di newspaper, Zhu Di read it much more carefully than Guo An.

After half an hour, Zhu Di put down his newspaper with some unfinished thoughts.

Zhu Gaochi hurriedly looked at Zhu Di expectantly.

Zhu Di nodded with great satisfaction, "The newspaper here is well written!" "If the father is satisfied, the child will feel relieved!"

Zhu Gaochi suddenly felt overjoyed.

Zhu Di was a little confused and said: "But why should there be Shanghai trading shops in the middle of Di Bao? The workshops, shipyards, and Di Bao senders in Jiangjun Mountain can help people buy from one city to another, or deliver them." Information about the letter shipment?”

Zhu Gaochi quickly explained: "Dad, the teacher said that this is advertising, and these things are widely advertised to the people of various prefectures and counties in the Ming Dynasty through Di Bao...

When people in all prefectures and counties of the Ming Dynasty know about the preferential prices of Jiangjunshan's workshops, the convenience of boat shops, and the incidental work of Dibao senders, they will be able to bring benefits to Jiangjunshan workshops, boat shops, and Dibao senders. Come more customers and make a living..."

"Guo Qing really doesn't miss any opportunity to make money!"

Zhu Di couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Yes!"

Zhu Gaochi nodded slightly, and then hurriedly reported to Zhu Di: "Dad, the last time my child went to the teacher, the teacher said that he was suffering from chronic illness due to excessive thinking and excessive use of his brain. Every time he thought deeply for a long time, he needed to clear his mind for a long time. , otherwise you will feel dizzy and exhausted..."

"what?"

Zhu Di opened his eyes wide and stared at Zhu Gaochi.

"Guo Qing has a chronic illness? Can you send an imperial doctor to diagnose and treat this?"

"Dad, the teacher said that his chronic illness is due to excessive brain consumption. No matter how good the doctor is, he is of no use. He can only take some nourishing medicine to nourish the mind and brain and slowly recover!"

"If you fart, he thinks you are too fat and wants you to be cured.

And now, he has such a chronic disease, is it still in his brain, and he still hasn't been treated?
We even didn’t know that it was Xu Yong who was negligent in his duties! "

Zhu Di looked angry and said, "Come here, go and invite Doctor Dai!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Yi Shiha on the side responded and hurriedly walked out.

Half an hour passed.

An old imperial doctor with gray hair but still very rosy complexion slowly walked into Fengtian Hall.

"I have met with Your Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Dr. Dai, please get up quickly!"

Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi quickly said to Dai Sigong.

Dai Sigong, who was born in the first year of Taiding, is already 76 years old this year. Not to mention his medical skills, his age alone is enough for Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi not to be negligent in the slightest.

"I don't know if Your Majesty summoned this old minister to come here, but what's wrong with you?"

Dai Sigong stood up and looked towards Zhu Di.

However, after taking a quick look, he couldn't help but look at Zhu Gaochi on the side.

Seeing this, Zhu Di said quickly: "Dr. Dai, we invite you to come. I have a chronic illness and I want to ask you for advice!"

"Slow disease?"

Dai Sigong was startled, "May I ask Your Majesty, what kind of chronic disease is it? Who got it, and what is the condition?"

"This person is Marquis Dinghai!"

Zhu Di said directly: "Marquis Dinghai thinks too much for the Ming Dynasty, which consumes his brain too much. If he thinks too much every day, he will feel dizzy and exhausted!"

"Doctor Dai, I wonder if there is any way to cure this chronic illness?"

Dai Sigong frowned, thought for a long time, and then said slowly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. This is the first time I have heard of such a brain disease.

I wonder if I can check the pulse of Marquis Dinghai so that I can draw a conclusion! "

"Yi Shiha, go and summon Marquis Dinghai!"

Zhu Di directly ordered Yishiha beside him.

"The slaves obey the orders!"

Yi Shiha responded and hurriedly walked out.

... (end of this chapter)