My father is Chongzhen? Then I have no choice but to rebel.

Chapter 49: Selling newspapers! Selling newspapers!
"This old minister thanks His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for the tea!"

Xue Guoguan hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

Soon, Xue Guoguan left with a bag of imperial tea.

Although he had been very busy in the past two days and could only sleep two or three hours a day, Xue Guoguan didn't care at all.

Because this represents the trust of the emperor and the prince.

After Xue Guoguan left, Zhu Cilang flipped through the Daming Daily in his hand again, and then fell asleep.

The next morning, the bell for court rang as usual, and the ministers filed in, but were surprised to find that the crown prince, who was supposed to be regent, did not show up.

Just when the civil and military officials were somewhat confused, Wang Chengen, who was standing next to the dragon throne, began to explain:

"My Lords, the Crown Prince is feeling unwell today and will not be attending court. Please handle the affairs of state on your own."

When Zhou Yanru heard this, he immediately stood up and asked:
"Eunuch Wang, wasn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fine yesterday? Why is he sick today? Have you sent a royal physician to see him?"

When the other ministers heard this, they also hurriedly asked:

"Eunuch, how is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doing? Could I go and see him?"

"Eunuch, what has the Imperial Hospital said? Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seriously ill?"

First the emperor fell seriously ill, and then the prince fell ill again, which made the civil and military officials a little at a loss for a while.

If something happened to the emperor and the crown prince at the same time, the Ming Dynasty would be on the verge of collapse.

Wang Chengen looked at the anxious faces of the civil and military officials in front of him, and he didn't know whether they really cared or were just pretending.

But then, he still said according to Zhu Cilang's previous instructions:

"Please rest assured, my Lords. His Royal Highness simply caught a cold last night. He was examined by the imperial physician this morning and has already taken medicine."

"If nothing unexpected happens, take a good rest for a day and you'll be back to normal tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, my lords. Just go about your own business!"

After hearing this, all the civil and military officials present did not know what to say and immediately dispersed.

At the same time, on the streets of the capital, Zhu Cilang, who had changed into casual clothes, was walking slowly.

He was accompanied by Ma Bao, Li Hu, Li Ruolian and Fang Zhenghua.

Of course, these are just the obvious ones.

Secretly, Zhu Cilang was followed by hundreds of Jinyiwei in casual clothes. They hid among the crowd around him and observed the surrounding environment at all times.

If any accident happens, they will rush out to protect you immediately!
When he woke up in the morning, for some reason, Zhu Cilang suddenly didn't want to attend the morning court.

Because he wanted to see for himself the real reactions of the people when they saw the Daming Daily.

So he asked Wang Chengen to lie and say that he was sick and unable to attend court.

Then he went out with a few people.

In Zhu Cilang's view, it doesn't matter if he is lazy occasionally, since he is not the emperor yet anyway.

It was morning, and the sunlight shone through the sparse trees onto the bluestone road, casting mottled shadows.

The streets are bustling with traffic and people of all kinds are walking around.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining and chatting interweave into a bustling market atmosphere.

Although there were only three years left before the Ming Dynasty was doomed, the capital city had not yet felt the impending storm.

The streets and alleys are still bustling with activity.

Suddenly at this moment, Li Ruolian came up to Zhu Cilang and whispered:

"Your Highness, the Daming Newspaper Office is just ahead!"

Daming Newspaper, also known as Daming Daily! Zhu Cilang looked up and immediately saw a government office with a rather grand shape, like a palace.

The plaque in the center has four large characters written on it:

Daming Newspaper!

Today is the day when the Daming Daily is officially put on sale. Even if the Donglin Party knew about it and wanted to stop it, it would be too late, so there is no need to hide it anymore.

At the entrance, a group of people were looking at this new yamen with curiosity.

You have to know that a few days ago, this was just an ordinary house. How did it suddenly become the "Daming Newspaper"? There were also two teams of soldiers standing at the door. It was obvious that this was not an ordinary government office.

Just when the onlookers looked suspicious.

A group of children wearing long grey clothes with the words "Da Ming Daily" printed on their chests suddenly rushed out chirping like a group of birds just out of a cage.

They all carried a shoulder bag filled with copies of the Daming Daily, and their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation.

Because the officials had told them before that they would get a penny for every copy of the Ming Daily they sold.

Now each of them has thirty copies of the Ming Daily. If they sell all of them, each of them can get thirty cents!

For them, this is a lot of money!
"Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale! Two cents a copy, and you'll have all the national affairs under your belt!"

The moment they rushed out of the Daming Newspaper, the children's clear voices rang out.

It was the busiest time of the morning, with people coming and going on the street and vendors shouting one after another, but they could not drown out the shouting of these children.

What's more, there was already a group of people gathered in front of the Daming Newspaper Office, so at that moment, a child selling newspapers was surrounded by the group.

Then everyone asked in unison:
"Kid, what is this?"

"Is it really two cents a copy?"

"What's written on it?"

Facing everyone's questions, the child patiently explained:

"This is the Daming Daily, published by the imperial court. It even has the emperor's edict on it! Only two cents a copy!"

When the onlookers heard this, they were all shocked.

Imperial decree?

Isn't this something only officials can see?

If they saw it, would they be beheaded?
The newspaper boy saw everyone's shock and then explained with a smile:
"What are you afraid of? This is what the court asked us to sell!"

"This newspaper not only contains imperial edicts, but also the latest court policies, official appointments and transfers, and poetry collections. In short, whatever you want to know, it's all here!"

When everyone heard this, they felt relieved.

After all, they saw clearly just now that this group of newspaper-selling kids ran out of the Daming Newspaper Office. If they had not obtained the permission of the officials, how could they enter and leave the yamen openly?
But then again, although two cents is not a lot of money, they can all afford it, but the problem is that they can't read, so they won't be able to understand what they buy!
Seeing that no one around was willing to pay, the newspaper boy was getting a little impatient.

"Are you going to buy it or not? If not, I'm leaving!"

The child said this and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

With a shout, a poor scholar in a tattered gown squeezed into the crowd. He first touched his empty pocket and hesitated for a moment, but finally took out two cents and bought a copy of the Daming Daily.

The child happily accepted the money and handed a copy of the Daming Daily to the scholar.

Then, seeing that no one was buying anymore, he ran away.

The scholar was holding the Daming Daily and was just about to find a quiet place to sit down and read it slowly when he was surrounded by the group of people who had come before.

(End of this chapter)