Every time he sells an extra battle report, he still loses money.

Now in order to prevent losses, the number of daily battle reports is actually limited to a relatively small number, which cannot achieve the effect he wants.

In order to achieve rapid publication and save manpower, he had to get movable type printing out.

Movable type printing seems simple, but it is not so easy to print words without mess.

Besides, the engraved characters have to be carved in reverse, so that the printed characters are upright.

Mo Shaoheng called Uncle Yu, the craftsman, to try and determine what material is suitable for the engraving.

There are wood carvings and clay carvings, each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

At the same time, let the gentleman of King Yan's Mansion sort out all the characters in Beiliang first, write each character once, and write it squarely, like Mo Shaoheng's previous wild grass is not suitable, and the size of each character must also be Unite.

During this period, Mo Shaoheng had to go to Bird Clothes Lane to write the battle report, but the time was actually very tight.

As for the war correspondents he trained, he is working hard.

For example, Zhao Jingcheng.

He is standing in front of the saint now, obediently and cleverly.

Concubine Yi didn't hold back Zhao Jingcheng after all. After thinking about it, Zhao Jingcheng was getting older, and he had to prepare for the imperial court in advance. It would be good to meet the saint.

Originally, Zhao Jingcheng was the saint's nephew, and when he met the saint once a year, no one could say that he was from Zhenxi Palace.

The saint also looked at this little nephew with interest, saying that the Tian family is ruthless, right or wrong, when he is busy with government affairs, he really doesn't have time to see these children, so naturally he seems a little heartless.

The sage asked, "I heard that you are begging your concubine to come, but what's the matter? Today you will be treated as a junior to meet the elders, and there is no need to be restrained."

After he finished speaking, he saw the little fat man raised his head, his eyes were smiling until there were only slits left, he took out a pen and paper from his hand, and twisted his little butt.

"Sage, I'm Zhao Jingcheng, a war reporter from Three Street Battle Report. Excuse me, is it convenient for me to do an exclusive interview?"

saint:"……"

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