Almighty System Great Master Qin

Chapter 29 Recruiting Hundreds of Disciples
"Huh" Xiao Hong who walked out of the palace breathed a sigh of relief, this mahjong game was too tormented.The main reason is that Ying Shiman's eyes are too hot, making Xiao Hong uncomfortable looking at it.

"Let's go to the newly bought house"

"Here"

When Xiao Hong arrived at the newly purchased house, they had already produced hundreds of blank sheets of paper.

"No, this efficiency is still too slow, it seems that we need to recruit more people"

Xiao Hong gave these craftsmen all the wooden movable type printed with movable type, and asked them to make these wooden blocks with all their strength in the past few days. According to the frequency of use of each character, the number of wooden blocks produced varies. Each of these commonly used characters and punctuation marks cost hundreds of blocks, while some characters with low usage rate only have one or two blocks, and some even have none.

"Yes, let's make this a typesetting room." Xiao Hong used the largest room as a typesetting room.

All the typesetting of the articles will be completed here, and the literate scholars recruited will be here, and the typesetting will be arranged according to the content of the articles and handed over to the printing room next to them.

Printing is very simple. Brush graphite evenly on the type plate that has been arranged, and then spread paper of appropriate size on it, and use a roller made of soft wool to roll back and forth twice on it.

When all the characters are attached to the paper, peel off the paper to get a single-sided newspaper. After the graphite on the top is dry, turn it over to print the other side, and you will get a double-sided front and back. newspaper.

After Xiao Hong arranged for craftsmen to make movable type blocks, Wang Chen went to post a notice, saying that Ben Hou recruited newspaper employees, and the requirement was that he could read, write and have a certain knowledge.

The next day, just as Xiao Hong got up, Wang Chen hurried over.

"Master Hou, a large group of literati has already gathered at the door, and the number is still increasing."

Mom!
Xiao Hong himself did not expect that he would have such a great influence, that a notice would attract so many literati to come for interviews.

In fact, the disciples of hundreds of schools did not live well in Xianyang. They all came to Xianyang to promote their knowledge.

Usually, most people live by carving bamboo slips for others. When they heard that the Marquis of Nanyang was recruiting staff for the newspaper office, they all came here in one go.

But they don't even know what a newspaper office is, but the opportunity for Nanyang Hou to recruit followers doesn't come every day.

"They are quite active. Let them line up. When the time comes, call people by number. You and I will go to the main hall and interview them."

"The old slave obeyed"

After Xiao Hong changed into his clothes and took Wang Chen to the main hall, someone shouted at the door: "No. [-], come in!"

Then, a middle-aged man in Confucian shirt walked in happily.

"Caomin, see Lord Hou," the man bowed and saluted.

"Who's your name?"

"Back to Lord Hou, the grass people are called Chang Wang"

"Come on, tell me what you will do"

Chang Wang knew quite a lot, from lettering to calligraphy.

"Well, that's right. Let me ask you, you said two couples went to buy hats, why did you only buy three hats?"

"Yeah!" Chang Wang thought for a long time, and said, "Because they think the three hats look good."

"Hehe" Xiao Hong smiled, "Wrong, because there are three generations in their family, but you are well educated, so it is no problem to be a typographer, why do you want to?"

"Willing, little willing"

"Okay, you go out first, and come to the Hou Mansion to report at tomorrow's hour"

"Here"

Chang Wang withdrew.

"Number two, come in"

"You said that hitting the head with a wooden stick or an iron stick, which one hurts the most?"

"Iron Rod"

"Wrong, the headache is the worst, but you are willing to be a platoon worker"

"willing, willing"

"OK, next"

Wang Chen stared at Xiao Hong dumbfounded, he didn't know why Lord Hou asked these weird questions.

Xiao Hong's newspaper office not only needs typesetters, but also needs a flexible and creative editor-in-chief.

In this era, these hundreds of disciples are not lacking in knowledge, but most of them are very rigid, and such people cannot be editors of newspapers.

Early in the morning, Xiao Hong interviewed dozens of people like a horse on horseback, some of them were eliminated, and some were left behind.

"Ah" Xiao Hong stretched his waist.

"Next"

"No. 53, enter"

"Let me introduce myself first, what's your name?"

The person who came was wearing a long gray gown, and he was fairly fair, with a little beard.

"Grassman Chen Ping, a native of Yangwuhu Township"

Chen Ping?

I seem to have heard of this name somewhere!
Hiss, why can't I remember.

Xiao Hong looked at Chen Ping and searched in his shallow historical knowledge.

Chen Ping?

Chen Ping!

What the hell!

"boom"

Xiao Hong slammed the table and stood up, "Your name is Chen Ping?"

"Yes, Lord Hou Caomin's name is Chen Ping"

Chen Ping looked at Xiao Hong suspiciously, wondering why Marquis Nanyang was so excited all of a sudden.

"Fortunately, I remembered it, otherwise I would have missed it"

Chen Ping, one of the founding heroes of the Western Han Dynasty, the prime minister of the Western Han Dynasty, is called Chen Chengxiang in the historical records.

Although Chen Ping was not as good as the three heroes of the early Han Dynasty, he was also a man of great talent, and his resourcefulness was not much worse than that of Zhang Liang.

"Hou Ye" Wang Chen pushed Xiao Hong.

Xiao Hong came back to his senses and said: "Chen Ping, would you like to be the editor of the newspaper?"

"Editor?" Chen Ping didn't know what an editor was.

But Nanyang Hou had already invited him, and Chen Ping himself came for an interview, so he nodded and agreed.

"Ping, willing"

"Okay, from today onwards you are the first editor of Daqin Newspaper, and also the chief editor!"

"A monthly salary of eight hundred yuan"

"Food and lodging are included, and there are red envelope rewards for a good job"

"Eight...eight hundred dollars!" Chen Ping was stunned.

This asking price is too high, 360 renminbi is equivalent to [-] shi, [-] shi a year.

This Nima is treated better than the title of Grand Duke of Qin, and it also includes room and board.

"Master Hou, is the asking price too high?" Wang Chen reminded in a low voice.

"Is it tall?"

The founding hero of the Western Han Dynasty, Prime Minister Chen, is [-] yuan a month really high?
Chen Ping was overjoyed, his eyes were red with excitement.

He has been in Xianyang for three years, but he has not made a name for himself, and he had already planned to leave Xianyang.

Seeing Nanyang Hou recruiting newspaper staff, I decided to try my luck.

The name of Marquis of Nanyang is now known to everyone in Xianyang. He was the national teacher of the dynasty, and it is said that he is a disciple of the Xian family.

Bring auspiciousness to Daqin, so that no one will starve to death in Daqin, the power of the prime minister, and a detached position.

"Ping...willing to go through fire and water for Master Hou," Chen Ping said excitedly.

"Okay, don't be so excited, Wang Chen, you send someone to help Chen Ping move, and he will live in the Hou's mansion today."

"Here"

Chen Ping left, and under the envious eyes of everyone, he took the guards and servants of the Hou Mansion to move.

Xiao Hong was also very happy to meet Chen Ping.

With Chen Ping, Xiao Hong's interview speed was much faster. Many people no longer looked at knowledge, but mainly looked at their conduct.

Those with bad character were immediately kicked out.

In more than half a day, Xiao Hong finished interviewing everyone, leaving No. 150 people, and the others were eliminated.

After a day of interviews, Xiao Hong was too tired. He wanted to talk to Chen Ping at night, so he went back to the house and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)