Datang: Eight-year-old general

Chapter 186 Creating Yintang
Li Longji lamented deeply, then turned his head to look at the haggard Li Yuniang, and said distressedly, "Yu Niang, my condolences..."

Li Yuniang's eyes were dull, and she bowed, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Li Longji said, "This is what I should do. My Tang Dynasty can't disturb the heroic soul, and can't make the living soldiers cry. They are all good men of the Tang Dynasty."

Everyone was silent.

They don't know what to say.

So sad and speechless, he entered the city of Chang'an.

Along the way, the people of Chang'an and the soldiers of the Longwu Army lined up on both sides lowered their heads to express their inner condolences.

And, he couldn't help shouting from the bottom of his heart, "Welcome the general home."

"Welcome home, General."

"Welcome home, General."

The sound waves are continuous and deafening.

"Damn it, this little beast is treated like this even after it dies!"

An Lushan walked among the officials with cold eyes.

When he learned of Li Yi's death, he was so happy that he almost didn't beat the gongs and drums, and entertained all parties.

As a result, as soon as he was happy, Li Longji called him to the Daming Palace to kneel.

This kneeling lasted for a long time, and almost cost him half his life.

To this day, both legs are still in pain.

In the end, Li Longji sternly reprimanded them and issued a serious warning, then let them leave inexplicably.

The four of An Lushan were a little confused.

"Everyone is dead, bear with it."

Yang Guozhong was expressionless and whispered in An Lushan's ear.

It seemed very indifferent.

Li Linfu and Yu Wenrong couldn't help but bow their heads and laugh.

Li Yi is dead, so it should be you, a fox.

Li Sanlang is old.

The four of them had their own ghosts, but they didn't know that not far from them, there were two middle-aged men in yellow robes, looking at the four of them with gloomy faces.

These two are the sons of Li Longji, King Qing Li Cong and Crown Prince Li Heng.

"Brother Huang, do you think this newspaper should not exist?"

Prince Li Heng withdrew his gaze, held the Datang newspaper in his hand, and casually asked King Qing Li Cong beside him.

"Brother, why don't you understand what the prince said?"

Li Cong came back to his senses, looked down at the newspaper in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly, but his face was a bit dazed.

"Brother Huang, this thing does more harm than good to us, and it's out of your control. In the past few days, although most of them are promoting the bravery and fearlessness of my Tang soldiers."

"However, there are also some unknown secrets mixed in. I think how many people under Brother Huang have been dismissed by the emperor for investigation."

"If this goes on, what secrets do we have?"

Li Heng smiled lightly.

He was constantly calculating in his heart, and wanted to try Li Cong's reaction.

It is best to reach a consensus with him and write to Li Longji to completely ban this Datang newspaper.

However, Li Cong's face was slightly gloomy, "The prince's words are wrong. For my brother, such corrupt officials should be investigated and dealt with. If the father blames my brother for neglecting supervision, I will accept it."

"After all, although the Tang Dynasty is prosperous, it can't tolerate moths and moths. Otherwise, my Tang Dynasty will talk about the foundation of thousands of years."

"Prince, don't you think so?"

After saying this, Li Cong sneered inwardly.

Li Heng wanted to use him to offend Li Yi, who was in full swing, how could he be fooled?

Although Li Yi is dead, his reputation will not be weakened in a short period of time. If the Datang newspaper, which was founded in his name, is moved at this time.

Not only will Li Longji not let him go, but he may even become suspicious of himself, guessing that Li Yi was killed by an assassin he sent.

Li Cong would not do anything that caused the fire.

A rhetorical question made Li Heng laugh dryly, "Hehe, what Brother Huang said is true."

Li Cong was not fooled, Li Heng sank his mind and lowered his head.

Don't say anything.

Seeing this, Li Cong didn't want to start a conversation with Li Heng, and walked forward step by step.

But at this moment, no one knew that Li Yi, who they thought was dead, was in an attic, watching secretly.

Asked softly, a guard next to him.

"How about it, can you read what those officials and princes said?"

Seeing Li Yi's lips opening and closing, the guard nodded immediately, walked to the table, picked up a pen and wrote, "There is no unusual information in the words of the senior official. Two princes are discussing newspapers, and they seem to want to ban them."

"Oh?"

Li Yi looked at the words on the paper, and then looked out the window. The small face under the white mask was suspicious, "Point out to me those two."

The guard nodded, raised his finger, and tapped twice.

Immediately pointed out Li Cong and Li Heng.

Li Yi looked at the two of them and said, "Taibai, do you know who these two are?"

Among the few people in the room, Li Bai came out and took a wait-and-see look, "Master Hui, that King Qing Li Cong on the left is usually low-key."

"And the person on the right is Prince Li Heng, who is quite scheming. Two days ago, Li Heng sent someone to report to the pavilion, expressing his desire to buy the newspaper for his own use."

"In the words, it seems that he knows the news of the general's death, and he can serve as a backer for Baoge."

Li Yi chuckled, "As expected of the prince, he has already seen the role of the newspaper."

"However, you don't have to worry about Taibai, just let the people below refuse him as much as you want. Li Heng dare not use force in a short time."

Li Bai hesitated, "What if Li Heng follows suit?"

"Does he have movable type printing skills?" Li Yi asked back.

Without movable type printing, how many people would the crown prince have to hire if he only wrote by hand?
If a newspaper has [-] words, one person can copy it by hand, and according to the speed of the brush, at most five copies per person per day, it is remarkable.

Five hundred copies for one hundred people.

Five thousand copies for one thousand people.

Can his prince Li Heng afford it?

"Oh, look at my brain."

Li Bai came to his senses and slapped his forehead, how could he have forgotten this.

Unless Li Heng also has movable type printing, there is only one newspaper in the Tang Dynasty.

Li Yi watched the crowd dissipate outside the window, and said again, "Taibai, the theme of tomorrow's newspaper will be that the loyal and brave general was assassinated and died. Who is the murderer? Spread Chang'an."

"Remember not to mention people's names, try to come up with mysterious and mysterious questions, let the people of Chang'an guess, let those who have ghosts in their hearts guess."

"I believe there will be some people who can't sit still and come to your newspaper pavilion."

Li Bai was startled, "My lord, if this is the case, the movable type printing in the newspaper cabinet may be exposed."

Li Yi waved his little hand and said, "Don't worry, I will let Yanyun Shibaqi hide in the newspaper pavilion for the past few days. As long as there are bugs, you can't run away."

"Also, I ordered someone to buy a villa outside Chang'an City. You can ask someone to move the moveable type printing equipment to the villa."

"And move the person who studies the gunpowder there, and set up an organization. I have also thought about the name, and it will be called Yintang."

"The Datang Newspaper that you are in charge of has been changed to Newspaper Pavilion, which includes intelligence collection work, while Yaohuo has been separated out and named Qi Pavilion, and you will be the owner of the pavilion for the time being."

"After you go back today, you added in the newspaper to recruit planting veterans, and I will add another pavilion, which will be the agricultural pavilion."

"Food is the most important thing for the people."

(End of this chapter)