Northern Song Dynasty gangster: Start the game with a dog's head, and Mr. Bao spares his life

"Lord Bao, why don't you just let Uncle Zhongjing come here, and Mr. Bao, why don't you ask him to come back?"

Bao Zheng rolled up the notice, squinted his eyes and shook his head, saying:

"Let's talk about it after we see the situation. As long as he doesn't bring Rong Xing to do excessive things, the government will be more than happy to watch."

As he spoke, he pondered:

"As for the funeral of King Xiangyang, Uncle Zhongjing did not clearly violate the laws of the Song Dynasty, and it was also for the state government's finances."

"The government won't meddle in other people's business."

Afterwards, he showed a rare smile and made a joke:

"Actually, the Xiangyang Palace was also built by the imperial court, not a local property in Xiangzhou. It stands to reason that the money earned by Uncle Zhongjing should also be handed over to the imperial court!"

Hearing this, Zhan Zhao seemed to think of Cao Bin's wonderful expression when Bao Zheng went to confiscate the money, and couldn't help laughing.

Bao Zheng waved his hand and said:

"Guard Zhan, you can escort some of the money to the state government. The government just thinks they want too much, so it's a little bit difficult. I didn't expect Uncle Zhongjing to find another way."

"Now most of the shops in Xiangyang have been closed, and the people have no livelihood. Xiangzhou is in a difficult time, so don't make things difficult."

Zhan Zhao hastily agreed, and left...

"Cao Lang, the scenery here is so beautiful, it would be nice to live here all the time."

On the city wall of Xiangcheng, Du Shiniang leaned against Cao Bin and sighed.

Xiangyang is surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Not only the Han River passes through the city, but also the Xiangshui River surrounds the city.

Overlooking from a high place, the wind blowing from the river, looking far into the distance, makes people feel refreshed.

Cao Bin pondered for a moment and said:

"In this case, why not build a manor here, and we can come and live in our spare time."

Mentioning this, Li Shishi couldn't help but smiled bitterly and said:

"Cao Yun, don't spoil Shi Niang too much? We live in Bianjing, which is far away and inconvenient to travel. Building a manor will only waste money."

Cao Bin shook his head and said:

"I used to have a wish, which was to travel the world and own a manor in every place in the world."

"Wherever you go, wherever you live is home! Besides, Bianjing is only a thousand miles away from here."

Du Shiniang covered her mouth with a smile and said:

"Cao Yun's wish is very simple. The monasteries in the world belong to one family. If Cao Yun goes to become a monk, he can be in charge everywhere..."

At this moment, Wang Tongpan and Bao Mian approached with solemn faces:

"Uncle, look at this."

With that said, he handed a newspaper to Cao Bin.

Cao Bin took a closer look and cursed:

"The newspaper office opened in Xiangyang so quickly? Why are you scolding me?"

This newspaper almost copied the model of the "Da Song Daily", with a patchwork of long stories in the front and actual facts discussed in the back.

The story is nothing more, mixed with jokes to attract people.

In the later part of the discussion of practical facts, it is to introduce Cao Bin's life as a dude, and he does not mention a word about the good things he has done.

In the following summary, he also sympathized with the people of Xiangzhou in a serious manner.

Although there is no real comment, the meaning is not much different, that is, Xiangzhou met Cao Bin, the prefect, and it was a bad luck for eight lifetimes.

The edge ball technique is very skilled.

Du Shiniang took a glance at the newspaper and said angrily:

"This is slandering court officials, why not arrest them."

She has the royal order, and she also has a certain right to speak to outsiders.

Wang Tongpan smiled wryly: "They said that this article did not fabricate facts, nor did it make random comments, and the newspaper was also reviewed by the court."

Cao Bin sneered and said, "They learn pretty fast."

Wang Tongpan quickly reminded: "Uncle, don't underestimate it. If your official voice is damaged, you will be impeached."

Cao Bin stroked his chin and said, "I know..."

He was actually thinking, who is behind the scenes.

However, there are not many who dare to fight against him with such a big fanfare, and he can roughly guess it.

Bao Mian couldn't help asking: "Uncle Cao, what should we do now?"

Cao Bin said helplessly: "It's easy to talk about the newspaper, but it's a bit tiring to manage the place!"

The current newspaper has only two pages, which is the simplest model, and you can hit the opponent with just a little bit of material.

He also has no experience in governing the place, and these days he is supported by his subordinates.

Hearing this, Wang Tongpan laughed along with him:

"Knowing that Uncle is afraid of being tired, those of us who are subordinates are naturally willing to share the labor."

"The main problem now is the lack of money. Whether it's the state government or the people, it would be great if the uncle could get more money."

He is not afraid of being tired, and he is eager to have more power. It is just that Uncle Cao is very willing to delegate power, so the two of them are very happy to cooperate.

Hearing this, Bao Mian couldn't help giving him a blank look. If he had enough money, he could do his job.

Cao Bin didn't mind, just nodded and said: "That's good, I will think of a way!"

Seeing this, Wang Tongsan and the two were about to leave, when Cao Bin remembered something, and quickly called them to a halt:

"The Lord intends to build a Zhuangzi, can Wang Tongpan help me find some people first?"

Before Wang Tongpan could react, Bao Mian had already given a thumbs up:

"Uncle Cao really sacrificed himself for the sake of the public. In order to let the people settle down, he actually wanted to build a useless village with his own money. Does this count as labor relief?"

Wang Tongpan also suddenly realized, and moved, "Uncle, for the sake of the people, I let you spend money."

Cao Bin was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he looked at Bao Mian with great relief, thinking that this young man had a bright future.

Du Shiniang rolled her eyes at the back. If this topic hadn't been discussed just now, she would have been moved.

But thinking that this Zhuangzi was built for myself, my heart warmed up again.

Seeing that some problems had been solved, Wang Tong hurriedly hit the railroad while it was hot:

"It doesn't take many people to build Zhuangzi, and it's not a long-term solution. What else can Uncle do?"

Cao Bin looked at the gentle Han River in front of him, and said in his heart, "How about building a port? The largest port in the world."

Xiangyang is located in the center of the Song Dynasty, connecting Bashu to the west, Wuyue to the east, and Jingluo to the north, with convenient transportation. Would it be a pity not to take advantage of her advantages?

In his view, the current level of commerce is far from reaching its limit.

Wang Tongpan quickly shook his head and said:

"Uncle, you can't. There are many merchants in Xiangyang now, and the port is enough. No matter how big it is, it will be idle and waste manpower."

"Besides, we don't have that much money. No matter how rich my uncle is, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it."

Hearing this, Cao Bin gave him a disgusted look, what good thing do you think?

I paid for it myself when I was crazy, and it wasn't mine to build the port, so I really took it for granted.

But he didn't bother to explain much, he just waved his hand and said: "The lord has already made a decision, you can just recruit people, then I will have a reason."

Wang Tong was helpless, so he and Bao Mian looked up at each other for a long while with moved faces, before resolutely leaving.

At this time, in a restaurant in Xiangyang City.

The relaxed and melodious zither sound filled the air, blocking out the noisy hawking outside the window.

"Brother Cai, nothing will happen if we write like this? Then Cao Bin is not easy to mess with."

A scholar asked Cai Xiao who was sitting upright.

At this time, Cai Xiao was a little haggard, his previous arrogance was no longer in his eyes, but he was more decadent and ruthless.

He was originally ordered to be exiled by Bao Zheng, but Cai Jing managed to get him back a few days ago.

As soon as he was free, he chased Cao Bin and ran to Xiangyang.

Hearing what the scholar said, he chuckled lightly and said:

"Brother Wang, thanks to the fact that you are also known as a genius, don't you only pay attention to the two books at home, and don't even know what a newspaper is?"

"I advise you to come out more, or you will become bumpkins."

"Comments of this level are recognized by the imperial court..."

While speaking, he actually had an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Prince Wang was a little depressed and said: "For someone like Cao Bin, is he afraid of public opinion? I always feel that your method is a bit half-effective."

Cai Xiao smiled and said:

"Brother Wang has never seen the chaos in Bianjing back then, and it's normal to underestimate newspapers, but Mr. Cai once stirred up the situation with a tabloid, and he knows its power."

"Cai's official career was ruined by Cao Bin only because of a bad move. I have learned my lesson this time and will never lose to Cao Bin again."

As he said that, he said disdainfully:

"Cao Bin is the magistrate of the state? Does he have the ability? Even if he is not a dude, he is just a warrior."

"At that time, Xiangzhou will only become more and more chaotic!"

"This is a natural handle. With your writing and my father's cooperation, he will definitely be unable to bear it and walk around..."

Time passed quickly, and it was three or four days in a blink of an eye.

Cai Xiao has been enjoying himself making a lot of money these past few days. Newspapers are a new thing for Xiangzhou.

People with a little spare money are willing to buy a pastime.

Seeing that Cao Bin didn't make any moves, Cai Xiao couldn't help being a little complacent. Newspapers can not only make money, but also influence the court to a certain extent.

He thought it would be good to be a master behind the scenes in the future.

At this time, he and Prince Wang were enjoying breakfast in the teahouse, listening to other people discussing the contents of their own newspaper with satisfaction.

"We're selling newspapers, the Xiangzhou edition of Dasong Daily. The news is more authoritative and the stories are more novel! It only costs one penny."

At this time, there was a clear and urgent shout from downstairs.

Cai Xiao's expression changed drastically, he hurried to the window, and shouted down: "The newspaper boy, give me a copy."

The newsboy's face was filled with joy, he hurried upstairs, took out a newspaper and said, "My lord, it's a penny."

Seeing this, the other diners in the teahouse hurriedly said, "It's so cheap? Quickly give me a copy."

Cai Xiao looked at the thick newspaper, a little unbelievable: "One penny? Can he get back his money?"

As he said that, he quickly opened the newspaper and read it...

The newsboy sold dozens of newspapers at once, and his face was full of surprise. Hearing these words, he quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know."

As he said that, he had already run out and sold ten newspapers, and he would benefit from one copper coin, so it was very urgent.

At this time, some tea guests have already discussed:

""The Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties", well, it really deserves to be the Song Daily. The story is good-looking and serious, not like the Yunxiao Daily, which is unbearably vulgar!"

"Sell him six cents, enough for me to buy several biscuits, and I will never buy that newspaper again."

Cai Xiao felt a little uncomfortable hearing this. He didn't understand why Cao Bin sold the newspaper so cheaply.

Is it just to suppress your own newspaper and make a profit?

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