All night, dozens of workers were busy in the printing workshop of the "Morning News" in Baizhifang.

The so-called "morning newspaper" naturally needs to be delivered in the early morning, and naturally it has to be printed overnight. In the era without electric lights, working overtime overnight is indeed not easy. In order to solve this problem, in addition to referring to the kerosene lamps in later generations, craftsmen were invited to make more than a dozen hand-held kerosene lamps with soybean oil, a "Lanner Boy" was also invited to select wicks.

When the young and nine-year-old lamp boy was picking the wick back and forth, Shi Yiwen's eyes were staring at the running lithograph machine. This rotary lithograph machine was made in an iron factory and was shaken manually by manpower. Although the labor intensity was high, each machine required 8 people, divided into two shifts and took turns to shake the printer, the printing efficiency was far beyond the knowledge of people in this era.

With the shaking of the craftsmen of the rocking machine, one person continued the paper in front of the machine and the two people picked up the paper. Although Shi Yiwen's opinion was very inefficient, he could print a newspaper every time he rotated, and hundreds of them could be printed every hour.

"Boss, we are sure to print 5,000 copies in this issue?"

Once again, Wang Mingke looked at his boss and asked,

"Yes, 5,000 copies, I think it's less. After all, there are nearly 200,000 households in the capital, and at least 50% of them are literate. According to the market, it should be fine to sell 10,000 copies."

"Our boss, 60% or 70% of the people who know literacy can go out. But it's not said that anyone who knows literacy can buy our newspapers. In the past, only a few hundred copies of the copying newspapers of the family were printed."

"That's a newspaper copy, not a newspaper."

Shi Yiwen smiled, he picked up a printed newspaper and looked at the waiting carriage outside the door.

"A copy of newspapers costs one cent, but our newspaper only costs ten cents. How many newspapers are sold in Beijing every day? Say few thousand copies, this newspaper is like this."

Duan Xiang smiled at this newspaper. Shi Yiwen said.

"It's normal to sell tens of thousands of servings."

And it's exclusive because only you have a lithograph.

"Then can these five thousand copies be sold?"

As the sky was about to set off, Shi Yiwen, who was standing at the gate of the newspaper, watched the carriage full of newspapers transport newspapers to various parts of the city, and newspaper boys who had already sold newspapers at many street intersections were waiting there.

Standing on the side of the road at Zhushikou, Xu Li, wearing a single dress, shrank his body against the cold while looking at Zhushikou West Street. More than a dozen young men who looked like eleven or twelve years old were all squeezed by the side of the road like him.

"Brother Lizi, why haven't the car arrived yet?"

"It should be coming soon."

"We've been waiting for half an hour, which is a bit too hard. In my opinion, they must be lying to us."

"No, I sell 100 newspapers a day, this cowhide is not so sarcastic."

"It must be a lie to us. We sell newspapers, and one copy can get five cents. What kind of morning newspaper is only one cent, and it's still so early."

"That's right, this morning is really cold."

Listening to his friends' complaints, Xu Li grinned.

"I'm lying to us, my brothers are so easy to cheat again. Don't forget to give you fifty cents of the foundation this day. We've brought it all. If the car doesn't come, it's just right."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of horse hooves came from over there, and the boy who looked only eight or nine years old next to him shouted quickly.

"The car is here, the car is here"

As soon as the car arrived, the coachman pointed to the cloth bags on the car and said.

"This newspaper bag is delivered by the newspaper. There are 100 copies in one bag. You have sold it and checked in at the newspaper."

Xu Li actually sent another bag containing newspapers, carrying a heavy cloth bag on his shoulder, and asked.

"Master, how much does this newspaper cost? It's really only sold for ten cents?"

"Ten texts, not a word."

As the carriage left, Xu Li looked at the stuffed cloth bag and asked in confusion.

"It's really ten cents?"

"Brother Lizi, look, it's really ten cents."

Sure enough, the newspaper said "one ten texts" and seeing that everyone had received the newspaper, Xu Li immediately ordered.

"Little Liushanzi, little fat man, you go to Caishikou and sell along Chongwenmen Street, Huzi, Dasuozi, you go to Xuanwumen,"

After allocating the places where everyone sells newspapers, Xu Li ran towards Zhengyangmen. Seeing that there were already a lot of people on the street, he shouted while running.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the new "Morning News", watch the news - the beautiful girl hidden in the nunnery, attracting the young student to go down at night."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was very vulgar, but when he shouted, he immediately attracted the interest of a young scholar who was having breakfast on the roadside.

"Hey, how did this morning newspaper sell?"

"Ten cents,"

"Wow, it's not expensive, it looks quite expensive."

"That's, young master, look, there are six pieces of paper two feet wide, even if this paper costs several cents, you can see the ink color again, that's clear."

"Why is this word so small?"

"The characters are small, so clear. Look, if the characters are small, there will be more printed things."

"After, give me one."

Just after selling one, Xu Li started shouting there again.

"Read newspapers, read newspapers, read morning newspapers, read why a stone monkey pops out of the stone"

The newspaper boy sells newspapers all by one, and they say everything freshly, but the things must be in the newspaper. When selling them, Xu Li of course read all the contents in the newspaper early. At the beginning, he was still calling "nunnery". After seeing the "Journey to the West" written in the newspaper, he immediately changed the contents in Journey to the West. Not to mention other people, he himself was attracted by the novel.

"A stone monkey popped out of the stone?"

Geng Dingli, who was about to go to his friend's house, immediately became interested when he heard the newspaper boy's shout.

"Come on, give me a copy and let me see how this stone monkey jumped out of the stone."

As he spoke, he took out a small piece of scattered silver.

"Master, you can't find the small amount of money. The Morning News is cheap, only ten cents."

Geng, who was always used to buying newspapers, was stunned when he heard this.

"That's ten cents?"

"Look, there is a ten-word written on it."

A newspaper cost ten cents, and the low price subverted Geng Dingli's imagination. He took out ten cents to buy the newspaper, but before he could find the stone monkey, he was shocked by the contents in the newspaper.

"How could this be? This word is so small! Just this carving work is really amazing."

When Geng Ting-li was surprised that the newspaper was full of small characters, his eyes fell on the column of Journey to the West, but just a moment of glance, he was attracted by the beginning of the novel.

While he was standing on the side of the road reading the newspaper, Xu Li, who was running on the side of the road, ran and shouted.
Chapter completed!