Ming Lou and Ming Zhanxue, father and daughter, looked at each other with different expressions.
Ming Zhanxue's face was full of doubts. He was very confused about this "new thing" that he had never heard of, but also very curious.
After all, although the things that her husband took out were always unattractive in appearance, they were all earth-shattering without exception and very useful to her.
Minglou's face was full of pride and excitement, and he rubbed his hands in anticipation.
Humph!
Sure enough, there is an idea!
Qin Yuan is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze him, he will always have some ideas.
According to Minglou's understanding of Qin Yuan, this kid always has vivid and descriptive names.
This newspaper must be the same, and the thinking must be diversified.
Thinking of this, Minglou immediately changed his train of thought, thought for a while, and cleverly grasped a word, and asked:
"You little brat, the newspaper you're talking about isn't something like the official gazette, is it?"
Qin Yuan thought for a moment and replied, "Indeed, it can be considered a court report, but the content is richer."
The court bulletin was the newspaper of the ancient dynasty.
This kind of newspaper was not for civilian use, but was an information transmission system belonging to the imperial court.
Specially used to publish some important military intelligence on the border.
For example, urgent reports on military intelligence, such as the situation and movements of the Turks, troop strength deployed on the border, weapons and armaments, fortress construction, personnel changes, defense zone changes, etc.
After recording these contents in the official newspaper, the military messenger changed the horse but not the man, and delivered it to Jingzhou City overnight.
In this way, reports can be made to the imperial court, facilitating its decision-making, which can then be conveyed to the border areas.
Once any incident occurred on the battlefield or in the border area, the contents of the official bulletin became the basis for accountability and punishment.
Things like this are naturally kept confidential at a very high level. Not to mention ordinary people, even officials have to reach a certain level before they can see it.
Thinking of this, Minglou already had an idea in his mind.
Something similar to the imperial gazette, but with richer content, meaning it is no longer limited to military deployments, but should also involve some policies of the court?
If we connect it with movable type printing.
Could it be that they were publishing some detailed descriptions of the court's policies and distributing them to officials within the Great Zhou to guide them in their implementation?
Before the advent of printing, the policy explanations and reward and punishment notices copied by the court to various places were mostly concise and to the point to save the workload of clerks in copying.
With the invention of printing, we no longer have to worry about these issues. We can write in a little more detail to prevent officials from misinterpreting the central government's intentions.
If you think about it this way, movable type printing does have its merits.
Minglou already had the answer in his mind, so his brows relaxed and he looked at Qin Yuan with a pleasant and amiable expression.
Smiling, he asked, "Xiao Yuanzi, do you want to publish the court's national policies and notices of rewards and punishments in the newspaper and then make them public to the world?"
"Is this a way to compete with the aristocratic families for the right to speak in the local area, thus breaking the current dilemma of imperial power not reaching the countryside?"
Oh no.
Old ginger is still spicy!
It is worthy of being called the Minglou of the Wen Zong generation.
With just a slight reminder, he was able to come up with a strategy against the aristocratic family.
However, this approach is too crude and will not be very effective.
Qin Yuan thought for a moment and chuckled, "Old man, your idea is good, but it's too simple. You should broaden your horizons."
"uh-huh?"
"Tell me more about it, so I can learn from you."
Minglou was not surprised, as Qin Yuan often did things against the rules.
If he could understand his thoughts and follow his train of thought, Minglou would be surprised.
Qin Yuan smiled and said, "Newspapers should record major events in the world and collect interesting stories from around the world to achieve the effect of widespread publicity."
"After the invention of printing, its target audience should be expanded and should not be limited to the imperial court."
"Instead, it should be sold to everyone in the world. Kings and nobles can buy it, merchants and wealthy families can buy it, scholars and poets, and even some wealthy common people can buy it."
"In this way, we can make a lot of money just by selling newspapers, not to mention..."
Before Qin Yuan could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ming Lou.
"Wait a minute!" Minglou frowned and asked, "Xiao Yuanzi, can you still make money selling newspapers?"
You have to know that the Dibao system has always been an official news transmission agency, and it has always been funded by money. I have never heard of it being able to make money.
Ming Zhanxue was also surprised. "My dear, most court bulletins are posted in crowded places. Who would spend money specifically to buy this?"
This plaque is the bulletin board of later generations, which is used specifically for posting notices.
Qin Yuan looked at the two of them and smiled, "My wife, old man, we can't do a business that loses money."
"You've invested so much manpower and resources in researching movable type printing, and now you have to pay for the newspaper sales yourself. How can this work?"
"As a member of the Great Zhou, how can I let you use your love to generate electricity and shed blood and tears for the Great Zhou?"
"We not only make money by selling newspapers, but we also charge publication fees to those who place ads in them!"
What?
Not only do you have to make money by selling it, but you also have to charge money from people who place ads in newspapers?
No way, are these people fools?
Minglou and Mingzhanxue looked at each other in surprise.
This idea is too vague.
Can't keep up, can't keep up.
Qin Yuan slowly stood up and asked Minglou.
"Old man, if you are just a scholar now, unable to pass the imperial examination, but still care about the people, and care about the big and small things of the Great Zhou, and want to do your part for the Great Zhou, but you have no way to serve the country."
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