Chapter 88 What a Big Melon

Three days later, Mingyuan.

Su Mingjue sat at the desk and finished writing a new chapter of the novel. She put away her pen and blew out the ink on it. She looked at Su Xiaoliu who was standing next to her and said, "Have you done what you were asked to do before?"

Su Xiaoliu heard this. After being stunned for a long time, he finally realized what his young master was talking about when he saw Su Mingjue's eyes.

He coughed slightly and said: "According to the young master's instructions, I have already made an agreement with the beggars who cooperated before to spread the news. Anyone who can provide confirmed gossip can submit the news to the information station. You can get a reward of five hundred yuan."

Su Mingjue frowned slightly after hearing this, "Didn't you determine the size of the reward based on the size of the news?"

Su Xiaoliu nodded quickly and responded: "I told you, I told you, according to the news. Depending on the level of popularity, different rewards are determined. Once a trivial matter is picked up by newspapers and magazines, a reward of 500 yuan will be given, if a moderate news is picked up, a reward of 800 yuan will be given, and if a major front-page news is picked up, a reward of one or two silver coins will be given."

Su Mingjue was relieved after hearing this. got up.

Asking Su Xiaoliu to arrange these things was actually not for anything else. The main reason was that he saw the woman being watched on the carriage that day, which suddenly aroused Su Mingjue's gossip heart and the cultivation of melon-eating people.

Seeing that ancient people also liked these "new things", he instantly felt that he could organize something like a gossip magazine.

After all, things like streets and alleys have always been talked about by people, from officials to dignitaries to ordinary people. This made Su Mingjue smell a business opportunity.

When he first came up with this concept, he wanted to directly send people out to investigate, and then compile the news for newspapers.

But later he felt that it was very difficult to implement, and the personnel cost was also very high. The most important thing is that this has already happened. Who is willing to pay for what has already happened? Gossip

and gossip, Always fresh and more eye-catching.

After thinking about it, Su Mingjue still felt that it was most appropriate to adopt a submission mechanism. The news would be first-hand and must be exclusive, so that the content of the gossip magazine he founded would always be the latest.

Ancient times were not as active as modern people, and their thinking was not as active as modern people. It was impossible for them to actively contribute.

Su Mingjue finally felt that "inducement" was the most appropriate. With money, not only would there be more people submitting articles, but they would also be more diverse. After all, only things that are adopted and confirmed to be true will be published.

"After the news was circulated, did anyone submit articles?"

Su Xiaoliu was stunned when he heard this, "Master, what does submission mean?"

Su Mingjue briefly explained: "Did someone submit the news to the news station?"

Su Xiaoliu nodded. Nodding, "Since the news was circulated, more than 80 people have come to provide information."

Su Mingjue said: "Has the information been screened and is there any suitable information?"

Su Xiaoliu said: "Xiao Liu doesn't know what information the young master needs. , he rearranged the handed messages in order of size and put them in the wooden box on the table."

Su Mingjue looked in the direction of Su Xiaoliu's finger and saw a square wooden box inside . A pile of notes.

Su Mingjue wondered: "Those people who delivered the information are all literate."

Su Xiaoliu shook his head, "Some of them don't know each other. They said it next to me, and I wrote it next to me, and then put it together."

Su Xiaoliu said as The domestic slave of the Jinling Palace was taught to read some books since he was a child in order to better serve his master, so simple writing was not a big problem for him.

But that word was just a recognition. Su Mingjue stared at it for a while before she could barely understand what it meant.

Looking at the words that looked like spring earthworms and autumn snakes in front of him, he finally felt the same disgust that Su Shiqian felt when he looked at his words.

But what he is better than Su Xiaoliu is that at least the words he writes are correct, while the words written by Su Xiaoliu are replaced by some homophones. If he hadn't seen clearly and was familiar with Su Xiaoliu's daily speaking style, It's really hard to guess what he meant when he wrote.

There were not many words on the note, and Su Mingjue read it very quickly. Basically, there were trivial things. The Li family lost something, and the police went to catch it. It turned out that it was a thief. Zhao Si stole Wang Wu's chicken but was arrested. He caught it red-handed, little things like that.

Su Mingjue couldn't laugh or cry when she saw this, and felt that it would be difficult to publish it in newspapers.

Of course, there are also some private things in it, such as the Minister of Tobe who suffers from a hidden illness and takes pills every day to regain his power. His new concubine is pregnant, and the child in her belly is not his.

When Su Mingjue saw this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Someone has contributed to this kind of thing. The contributor is really brave. While eating melon, Su Mingjue silently lit a green candle for the Minister of Household Affairs and sympathized with the grassland above his head. One by one, they lamented that he persisted in treating diseases and worked tirelessly day and night.

However, this kind of breaking news can only be digested internally by himself, and it is impossible to log out. After all, it involves the court official, so he still has to save some face for the other party.

Su Mingjue continued reading. Not to mention that ancient people's observation skills and enthusiasm for eating melons were no less than those of modern people. The contents inside were all exciting.

Su Mingjue picked and picked for a while, and finally filtered out most of the gossip content, but had some trouble selecting the headlines.

These contents are all too explosive. Which one is better to choose?

In the end, he chose the one from shopkeeper Li from Zui Chun House in Dongshi as the headline. The seemingly incompatible couple cheated on each other at Fenghua Restaurant. Nothing is more disturbing than this. There is a topic for discussion.

Gossip magazines are not as blessed by his personal IP as "A Dream of Red Mansions". If you want to be an instant hit, you have to attract people's attention, and it is best to be more outrageous.

Su Mingjue felt that the news was so explosive that it could definitely be discussed on the hot search list in Beijing for three days and three nights.

The Bagua magazine is not large in length, and the entire layout was designed by himself. It refers to the current popular patterns in ancient times and combines some modern picture elements. It seems to be fairly well-made and not particularly shoddy.

When the page came out and was handed to Baili Xi, he was studying the hydrology of the Liuhe River in the room. When he turned the page, he thought it was the sequel to "A Dream of Red Mansions", but after seeing the words above, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the end.

This Su Mingjue is really interesting. I don't know what method he used, but he actually dug out some secret things.

Baili Xi shook his head while copying the manuscript, never expecting that he, Baili Xi, would ever write about such trivial matters.

As he wrote, he revised it to make it more relevant to people's daily life.

After finishing a news draft, Baili Xi looked at the paper lying quietly beside him, with a strange smile on his lips.

After living like this for too long, he really regarded himself as a poor and poor boy.

Just as he was deep in thought, a man in black sneaked in, clasped his fists and saluted, "Young Master, we have a letter from the front, the house has collapsed."

Baili Xi looked stern when he heard this, raised his head and said, "What happened?"

The man in black lowered his head, "It's a The river was incompetent and failed to notify in advance. The river mouth burst its banks, and there was heavy rain. The water accumulated for a while and the house was destroyed. "

Bailixi quickly calmed down: "Everything is fine among the clan members. Are there any casualties? Women, children, old and young can have clothes to cover their bodies and food to eat."

The man in black said: "Everything is fine. There are no casualties. The ground was just washed away by the water." Destroyed, there is no place to live, and I am living in a cave."

After hearing this, Baili Xi said for a long time, "Please rest assured, I will find a place to move to as soon as possible."