With a serious and focused expression and piercing gaze, she stared intently at Ji Musheng, explaining the details of the newspaper to him one by one.

His tone was calm and firm: "Scholar Ji, this newspaper is no ordinary reading material. It shoulders the important mission of communicating between the court and the people, just like a solid bridge."

One end is firmly connected to the government's decrees and decisions, while the other end is deeply tied to the people's expectations and demands.

Its content must be detailed and accurate, without any falsehoods, otherwise it will not only mislead the public and leave them confused.

It would also damage the credibility of the imperial court and shake the foundation of the country.

The language must also be simple and easy to understand, striving to make it easy for illiterate people to hear and see.

This truly ensures the effective transmission of information, allowing the imperial court's voice to clearly reach every corner.

When the topic of distribution came up, Qin Qianluo frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, a worry that hung over her like a dark cloud.

His tone also became heavy: "At present, the Ministry of Works is going all out to develop steam engines."

Once it is successfully manufactured, the transportation problem will be solved, and the newspapers can then be printed and sold normally.

Regarding pricing, we have always adhered to the principle of benefiting the people. After all, the original intention of running a newspaper is to enable the people to know the new policies of the imperial court in a timely manner and feel the care of the imperial court.

If the price is too high, exceeding the affordability of ordinary people, the newspaper will lose its meaning and be unable to play its due role, becoming a tree without roots and water without a source.

Qin Qianluo raised her hand to gently brush her temples, and after a moment of contemplation, solemnly said, "You may consider my idea, Scholar."

Local daily newspapers are priced at one coin, weekly newspapers at five coins, and bi-weekly newspapers at ten coins.

This pricing strategy allows the newspaper to continue operating while remaining affordable for the general public, like a gentle stream nourishing every household.

Qin Qianluo also emphasized: "Weekly and bi-weekly reports can add a recruitment information section."

Nowadays, factories are springing up everywhere in Chengxiao. Local residents living near these factories have a relatively easy time finding job openings due to their geographical advantage.

However, people in remote areas have very limited access to job information due to their lack of access to information, and they often worry about making a living and live in poverty.

By publishing job postings in newspapers, factories can solve their labor shortage problem, allowing them to expand production smoothly.

It can also provide more job opportunities for ordinary people to change their fate, giving them hope for life, which is truly a win-win situation.

Qin Qianluo originally didn't want to speak in such a grand and dignified manner, but unfortunately Ji Musheng was an old scholar. If she didn't point out the key points and instead used some exaggerated words, he might have his own selfish motives.

While listening intently, Ji Musheng quickly wielded his brush, making a soft scratching sound on the rice paper, and meticulously noted down the key points one by one.

The brush seemed to come alive, leaping and dancing in his hands.

This job is extremely important, like a heavy burden on my shoulders, and there is no room for the slightest mistake.

Watching Qin Qianluo's departing figure, Ji Musheng secretly vowed to do his utmost to run the newspaper well and live up to everyone's high expectations.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his gaze as firm as a rock, already sketching out a grand blueprint for the newspaper's future prosperity in his mind.

It was as if I could see newspapers spreading across the land like a spring breeze, bringing seeds of knowledge and hope.

With the newspaper matter settled, her tense nerves, which had been taut for days, finally relaxed like a loosened bowstring.

Meanwhile, Su Jinyun's complicated political affairs had come to a temporary end. Taking a rare break from the quagmire of busyness, the two of them agreed to go boating on the lake and enjoy the flowers together.

On the day of our trip, the sky was a clear, jewel-like blue, as if it had been washed clean.

The brilliant sunlight poured down without reservation, like golden threads, draping the vast earth in a dazzling golden veil.

A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying the delicate fragrance of lotus blossoms. That fresh and elegant aroma, like a lively sprite, instantly dispelled the weariness that had lingered in their hearts for days.

Su Jinyun wore a moon-white long dress, as if moonlight had fallen to earth.

The delicate cloud patterns and lotus flowers embroidered on the hem of the skirt peek out from under the gentle sunlight, like flowing moonlight, dreamlike and ethereal.

The light blue ribbon tied around her waist fluttered gently in the breeze, like a flowing mountain stream, adding to her graceful appearance.

Qin Qianluo was dressed in a bright purple dress, with a lifelike phoenix embroidered on it as if it was about to take flight.

The patterns, meticulously outlined with gold thread, shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, exuding an air of luxury.

The two stood side by side at the bow of the boat, their figures overlapping. From a distance, they looked like a perfect couple, beautiful as a dream.

Su Jinyun had a faint smile on her lips, like a flower blooming in spring, and her eyes revealed a gentle tenderness. Her gaze unconsciously fell on Qin Qianluo's profile.

Qin Qianluo's well-defined face, bathed in sunlight, exuded an outstanding aura, like a dazzling star, filling Su Jinyun's heart with peace and contentment.

Sunlight poured down, and a gentle breeze caressed the lake's surface, like an invisible hand stirring up ripples.

The lake surface shimmered, like countless tiny pieces of gold leaping merrily on the water, sparkling with a mesmerizing light.

On the lake, lotus flowers bloom like twinkling stars, vying for beauty.

Some petals are as white as jade, pure and flawless; others are as pink as the sunset, delicate and charming.

Like tender young girls swaying gracefully in the breeze, they exude a delicate and elegant fragrance that is refreshing and delightful.

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