On the morning of the morning, the ancient capital city had to wake up from its sleep as usual. The sky was still gray. Hard vendors were already pushing their carts out of the stalls, placing various Beijing-style snacks such as braised enema and donkeys. Unlike in the past, the newly added shops opened early, and rows of street-side stores sold cloth, spices, and a wide range of goods, which were a bit similar to the commercial streets in later generations.

The hard core of economic development in later generations was manufacturing, so unlike the Western predatory asset revolution, Mao Jue focused on the hard core as soon as he occupied the capital, and after occupying the capital, he moved the cotton textile production in Liaodong here. After all, there were few people in Liaodong, and the breeding and manufacturing of mink ginseng was already very distinctive. Especially after the Xulei Railway was opened to traffic from the Xuzheng Luotong Jiayuguan Railway, cotton produced in Henan could be imported more conveniently here, and the capital also had enough manpower to engage in light industry.

However, the steam engine is also very polluted. These factories are basically set up outside the city. They are leaning against the outer city gate. In the morning, hundreds of workers waiting for public carriages to go to work have become a new scene in the capital.

The workers' wages and benefits are pretty good. With money in their pockets, domestic demand has also increased a lot. As soon as the vendor pushed the stall out, a large group of workers waiting for the car sat around the bench.

"Boss, a bowl of bean juice, a stack of enemas! You need to fry it bigger!"

"Fried fried dough sticks, pancake fruit!"

"It's like a third brother!"

"Okay!"

Dragging a long voice, the bosses also responded red with a red face, with towels hanging on their shoulders, and tables happily delivering plates. However, today there are many new things. Just as a group of workers were shaking their cheeks and eating breakfast, crisp sounds of children rang again.

"I read the newspaper! I read the newspaper! Why was the world in chaos in the 17th year of Chongzhen? Is it the emperor's incompetence or the ministers incompetent? It's all in today's Ming Dynasty's Daily, five cents a copy, and I read the newspaper!"

With this voice, he almost scared the boss who sold enemas crazy. He put the plate on the table. He rolled and crawled over, slapped the boy who was shouting, and cursed with a dull look on his face.

"A man who got killed by a thousand swords, are you crazy? Do you want to kill our whole family if you dare to yell like this? "

Looking back, the boss gestured with a smile again, and bowed sadly to the workers and diners on the table.

"This kid's head hit the wall yesterday, and it was broken. He talks nonsense! Just take it as a joke! Today everyone eats casually, so I treat you!"

Not to mention, this young boy is also a family. Before his father finished speaking, the boy suddenly bit him and slapped his mouth away.

"Dad, you are so rebellious! Look, who is the editor-in-chief of this newspaper? Princess Toyotomi, Princess Changping, Dad, you actually said a few princesses and confuses the crowd. Are you afraid of being killed by the nine clans?"

The only princess who can be passed down by word of mouth these days is the Regent Prince. Listening to her son pretending to be powerful, the poor boss selling enema was once again scared to death, and she was so sad that she almost sat on the ground. It took a long time to slap her thighs.

"It's a disaster!"

This kid has the potential to be a businessman. He ignored his frightened father. He took out a basket of newspapers and waved them.

"Look at the newspaper, boss! Imperial Capital Daily! As editors, several princesses invited imperial scholars to write the manuscript. This is the secret of Chongzhen's 17-year catastrophe!"

In later generations, the most eye-catching thing is not a secret or a secret. With the title of princess as a guarantee, a brave worker threw out five cents without hesitation.

"Give me one!"

With such an opening, the curiosity of a large group of workers was picked up, and they all took out their bags and took back a newspaper. In less than a moment, the newspaper boy's money basket was filled with copper coins.

"Dad! If you say I make money by myself, let me study at the official school. You have to count your words!"

He was 20% more than the newspaper. One morning, he sold 100 newspapers, just a bunch of money, counting the copper coins in his arms, and the young boy said happily.

I really didn't expect this kid to do it. The poor child was already in charge. If he went to school, one less person would help with housework. However, since he agreed, he could not return. The boss selling enema was humming with annoyance.

"I will never be an official in my life. What kind of books can I read? Lose! Lose! Get out! Little bastard!"

"Dad Xie! I'm going to hand in the service!"

Watching his kid jump out, who doesn't want his kid to have a future? The boss of the enema was his wrinkled old face, and he couldn't help but smile.

But at this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly came. On the road next to the city gate, six horses were dragging more than ten meters long public carriages, rumbling. A group of workers hurriedly took a few bites of breakfast that had not been finished, and ran out in two steps in three steps.

If you miss this train, not only will you be expensive when taking a taxi, but you will definitely be deducted from your lateness and you will be deducted money, and no one dares to stay.

"Hey, I haven't paid yet! Old Liu, Old Li!"

"Old Zhao, don't you tell me that you have invited me today?"

One waving the newspaper, he ran quickly in the carriage, and the laughter and laughter of the workers from all over the distance.

The boss who sold the old Beijing enema was stunned for a moment, and then slapped himself in the face miserably: "My mouth is so bad! It's been in vain for half a month!"

The boss of the enema was exhausted and reached out to clean up the dishes, but there were always some surprises in life. As soon as he picked up a plate full of oil, a piece of shiny silver leaked out underneath.

There are many classics of Confucianism, such as having enough granaries to know etiquette. If a few years ago, everyone could not afford to eat when they could escape this meal, the workers would never be polite to you, but now, they have also learned to consider others.

Holding the broken silver and turning around, the boss of the enema couldn't help but smile a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He whispered while cleaning the stall.

"In the afternoon, go to Xishikou, and get back with two kilograms of pork, and stuff them all into the enema!"

On the other side, on more than a dozen public carriages, a strange scene floated across the streets and alleys. Facing the wind, a large group of workers were holding a newspaper and watching it.

"Little Lizi, what's it written on it?"

A guy who looked like a foreman leaned over with interest, but when he asked the worker, he shook his head in confusion.

"Tao Zhao, I don't recognize words. You are old and don't know!"

"Then you guys pretend to behave, and you're taking the newspapers backwards. Would you say straight?"

A man slapped the worker on the back of the head. Foreman Zhao snatched the newspaper carelessly, and then his forehead wrinkled.

"Boss, what is written on it?"

"You can read it to everyone!"

With a thud, the workers of a carriage surrounded their heads. There were a lot of people in their relationship, and there was no one who recognized the word. However, foreman Zhao was also a knife and a big piece of work. He could only recognize a rough idea. In the eyes of everyone, he looked at it with a sad face for a long time, and suddenly he was shocked and slapped his thigh.

"It's amazing!"

"What's so wonderful!"

"That's right, head Zhao, please tell me!"

At this time, the importance of culture was highlighted. If people can understand it, you just can't understand it! The hair was blowing in the morning breeze, and in the anxious eyes of a workshop subordinate, Zhao's head was really as arrogant as 20,000 or 20,000 yuan. He raised his messy hair first, and then hummed proudly.

"You guys are just uneducated!"

"Who in the newspaper? In those days of Chongzhen, the reason why the big guys lived so hard was that there were so many rebels and rebellions below were not because the emperor was incompetent, and the ministers were not for the fact that the economy was wrong! At that time, the court was in charge of not allowing business, business and work. After the land was divided, the remaining poor and landless people were left to starve to death. So the Regent now opens more factories and gives us more opportunities to work. This big guy has a job and has money to eat, so he will not rebel, and the world will be peaceful!"

Poor Mao Jue's article has been enjoyed from the Guan Zhong era to the 21st century. These workers can see how many great principles of economics have been quoted. Fortunately, this did not delay the admiration of Mao Jue by a group of lower-class people, and they followed them and slapped their thighs.

"Yes! If so many factories were to work and make money a few years ago, my mother would not have starved to death!"

"It's still the Regent who thinks it clearly!"

"In the past, all the high-ranking officials in the court were having a good meal! How could the officials under the Regent understand!"

He shouted and was excited. Who didn't pay attention, and the newspaper in his hand floated out. As the dark guys were flying all over the sky, these low-level folks quickly reached a consensus. No matter how the Regent Mao Jue was doing, it was for the good of the common people!

However, if there is approval, there are oppositions, and it is not far from Mao Jue, the central government official and the Censorate.

“It’s simply nonsense!”

With a bang, the newspaper he bought was photographed on the table, and the left censor Li Mingde yelled in anger.

"Isn't the world a matter of using the benefits of despicable merchants instead of the virtues of saints? Isn't this the world's style of decline and people's hearts not as good as ever? No, I must advise the regent!"

He shouted that the old man in his seventies and eighties was really active and went out in a fierce manner. As a senior official, he also had the right to visit the White House. After half an hour, the old guy rushed into Mao Jue's office in anger.

It was exactly the same as when dealing with Chongzhen back then. His head was facing the ground and his butt was facing the sky, and his combat power immediately reached 255, and his voice was like a loud bell. Li Mingde shouted in anger.

"Regent, this newspaper is simply a witch that confuses the public. The saints govern the world with virtue, and the villains seek evil for profit. This economic way of writing is simply the source of corruption. The old minister believes that all the people who wrote this article should be arrested immediately, and this newspaper should also be banned!"

"Then Lord Li thinks that it is wrong to open a factory to create employment opportunities for the people?"

Before Mao Jue could speak, a crisp and nice voice came from behind. Li Mingde turned around in surprise, but Chiyoji's pretty little face full of smiles.

She wore a newspaper hat on her head and changed into a shirt and overalls. She dressed up a lively little girl as a tomboy. She pressed a wooden microphone in her hand against Li Mingde. Chiyo-chan's bright eyes were like a cat who saw something fun. Behind her, two reporters, one man and one woman, were recording with fine brushes and charcoal brushes.
Chapter completed!