When I got home, this white-famous crane entered the first time, which was at the junction of Xuanwu Lake, Shanglinyuan, Zhongshan and Baima Pavilion. There is a garden here, and the scenery after renovation is good.

"My husband has any other requirements for this garden, and arrange for them to change it."

"Actually, I don't have any requirements!" Bai Minghe said in a calm voice, but before Sun Yuanjun could answer, Bai Minghe said again: "The study room should be sunny. Of course, the living room should be by the water. There are small bridges and flowing water outside. It is best to have a pavilion. Of course, the flowers should not be too close to the road. The stone slabs should not be stoned, and I don't want spices. The original flavor of the wood is quite good. Remember to have a tea table, of course, the bookshelf should not be missing, and the desk should not be against the wall..."

Bai Ming He just talked a lot about the study.

At the end, Bai Minghe asked for a sentence: "Actually, I have no requirements, that's just a little bit."

"One day." Sun Yuanjun gave the butler a deadline.

There is no problem with one day, you can add people, work overtime, and process them. Of course, this little requirement is not a requirement at all, it is just a little idea.

Identity determines attitude. If Bai Minghe is just an ordinary fifth-rank official, the words just now are enough to make people scold him. That's a practice, but Bai Minghe is different. The Ming Dynasty distinguishes the degree of troubles people according to its status. Compared with Bai Minghe's requirements, these requirements are trivial matters.

Only Huaiyu shouted next to him: "If there is no requirement, use whatever you want. If you arrange that room, use that room. If you say one more word, you are making a request."

"Okay, I made a request. I just made a lot of requests, but now I have no problem." Bai Minghe admitted his mistake. I made a request, and I would never say that I didn't ask for it.

Huaiyu snapped her fingers. The palace maid next to her came over with two boxes.

"I don't ask for much, that's all." After Huai Yu said that, the two boxes were opened, and several thick books were looked through. The white-named crane looked at it, so detailed that even the tablecloth on the table had any color requirements in the weather. Not to mention the garden in front of the door, what kind of flowers should be planted, and what kind of layering should be.

"How many books are so thick." Bai Minghe said, "I didn't ask for it just now."

Just as he was about to say Huai Yu, Sun Yuanjun just signaled to hand over these requests to the housekeeper, and then said, "Take it slow and be more refined!"

Bai Minghe turned around and left, not wanting to look at it anymore.

At this time, Bai Minghe had an idea. I wonder what would happen to Huaiyu's personality in modern times? Will it be scolded to death? It is probably possible.

I found a room casually, and Bai Minghe fell asleep. He couldn't sleep well on the train, so he was like this before he came to the Ming Dynasty.

The next day, the person Wang Cheng was looking for came over.

Bai Minghe was sitting in the study that the manager had prepared overnight, holding a piece of paper to write and draw.

"Sir!" Wang Cheng stood at the bottom of the head, and Bai Minghe signaled everyone to sit down. Then he picked up the paper in his hand: "Model type printing is no longer a problem. Now some articles are needed by someone to write them. There are a few secret files here. You can write them."

No one is not nervous when he hears the secret file.

Several juren sent a representative to take it over and then bowed and stood aside.

"There is a plan here. Each article has a fixed number of characters, and then a picture is attached. First, the first article is to write the outlook of the Ming Dynasty and the planning of the Railway Department. The words should be easy to understand so that ordinary people can understand a few words..."

Bai Minghe explained his requirements one by one, and then the key points of the first article.

One of them was given a very difficult requirement: "You can write this one. There is only one requirement. Listen to it and shed tears when she smells it. If the literati cry, the military man is angry, he will not be allowed to hold a knife and kill hundreds of people. It is necessary to write well. Then choose such a large paper, a total of four pieces, sixteen versions on both sides, go."

These people went out, and Bai Minghe took a piece of paper: "If you find these three characters, you can find a calligraphy master, and I will say that I will ask for the words."

"It is a blessing to be able to write to you. My subordinates think that if you ask Sun Yuanzhen to write, you need to have an identity and a reputation. If you are not in a hurry, we will find someone in the capital and take the train today and you will get it tomorrow."

Bai Minghe nodded: "Okay, send Mr. Hu a telegram and ask me to ask him to write three words."

"I'm going to make arrangements." After Wang Cheng made arrangements, he brought in a few elites from the East Factory.

"Two things, the first thing is the plan. If you want money, you need people. You can only succeed and not fail. The person who does this thing must choose well. Once it fails, all those who know about it must be silenced. Even if there are ten thousand Koreans who know about it, they will still kill them. Our Ming Dynasty cannot bear this bad reputation!"

"Get order!" After responding with murderous aura, he took the secret document from Bai Minghe's hand with both hands.

Bai Minghe picked up another copy: "This is simple, you just need to collect some evidence. There is no risk. The only thing you need to remember is four words, the remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty!"

"Yes!" The elite of the East Factory saluted, then took it with both hands and retreated to the side.

Several elites from the East Factory retreated, and Bai Minghe took out another one: "Wang Cheng, this is a copy of the order given to Gao Li just now. If you take it, you really can't be wrong in this matter. You can't be wrong with the selection of personnel this time. Let's discuss it with Shu Liang and arrange the elites to go there."

Wang Cheng took it with both hands: "Don't worry, sir, we know the right way."

"By the way, let's arrange another team of people to go over the past. Record all the changes over there and protect some witnesses. Of course, those who are beneficial to the Ming Dynasty should not do secret things easily, just to prevent them. Of course, they naturally cannot relax what they do openly." Bai Minghe explained carefully.

It’s not that the white-famous crane is timid, and people today are not as thick-skinned as later generations, so face is important.

Hu Yi received a telegram from Bai Minghe. He wrote the word Bai Minghe asked for that day and arranged for someone to take it to the train station. Every day, there were two trains from Beijing to Nanjing. If one of them was handed over to him, someone would naturally be sent to Bai Minghe. Although Hu Yi didn't understand why Bai Minghe asked him to write these three words.

Five days later, a group of very special people appeared on the streets of Nanjing.

Everyone was wearing a green vest, with a big newspaper letter written on the back, and then he carried a cloth bag slanted, which contained a lot of paper, and saw that the paper had words printed on it.

"I read the newspaper, I read the newspaper. Nanjing Piaoxue Tower's top brand, I changed my good fortune today, and I'm Feng Qinxile...

"I read the newspaper, I read the newspaper. Two cargo ships in Hangzhou Bay collided, hundreds of barrels of good wine fell into the sea, and the wine was filled with fragrance...

Many half-aged children are running with newspaper bags on their backs. Most of them are children from the coolie family who cannot afford the tuition and study. They work odd jobs here during the day, learn to recognize words at free schools at night, and some teach some skills.

Someone who had morning tea and chatted in the teahouse asked for a copy.

"Ming Dynasty! This thing is fresh. A big boy is a bit expensive, but he can't be despised by reading it. " A big boy is not a little bit less. It was the ten cents used to be. Now, a silver coin with steel seeping the size of a nail is more appropriate. Of course, it is more appropriate to seep silver on the steel.

Anyway, it must be worth ten cents.

Bang! With a heavy sound, an old man in the teahouse stood up while slapped the table, walked a few steps back and forth, holding the newspaper in his hand gritted his teeth: "It's too much to bully people, this is too much to bully people..." After that, he slapped several more tables, and as soon as he covered his chest, he was about to fall down.

The people next to him came to help him quickly. There was no such thing as the Ming Dynasty.

Those who came with the old man quickly took out a sanshen pill and fed it, and the other person was breathing in his chest.

"I think I am so powerful tomorrow. I am so powerful that I am so powerful that I can be tolerated by the world, but there is such a thing. God is not tolerant..." The old man's hand was trembling. The old man grabbed the newspaper in his hand very tightly, but he was not the only one who had the newspaper here. Nanjing is also a wealthy place. Buying a newspaper with a big word is basically not a big deal for those who can afford to drink morning tea.

Some people quickly turned to the page the old man read. After reading it, some people cursed, while others were silent like dead.

"This matter should not be fake. I have heard of some of my business names in Temasek. The remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty worked hard and worked hard. They have accumulated a lot of wealth from generation to generation, and finally some money has been made. They either run a store, have workshops, or have some land."

"Diligence should naturally become rich." Someone echoed.

"That's right, but the locals believe that these Southern Song survivors stole the business of their shops. Their skills were too good and the goods were sold at a low price, which affected their money. Some even believed that Southern Song survivors had silver, and the local government would not protect them, so robbing silver and insulting their wives and daughters, and even the whole family was killed. "

After hearing the businessman's speech, someone became anxious: "Where is the government, robbery and murder are a serious crime of beheading."

"As early as when the eunuch Sanbao went to the West, he had discussed this matter with the local government. The government only protected the local people and treated the remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty like pigs and dogs, which was indeed true."

"I have great power in the future..." the old man was still shouting.

"Come on, take this person to the clinic first, nothing happened." Seeing that breath came, several people helped, carried it downstairs, stopped a carriage and went to the clinic to take it away.

There are more than this one in the newspapers, whether it is railway planning, economic prediction, or folk life knowledge, or even sweater needlework.

But there are only three things in this issue of newspapers that make the people most concerned about.

First, railway planning, second, economic forecast, because this is related to the fluctuations of the stock market, and third, it is the humiliation of the Southern Song survivors in the South China Sea. This is the first time that ordinary people heard about the humiliation of the Southern Song survivors in the South China Sea. Then there are many news, so some people naturally said that General Deng went to sea to fight in the South China Sea, because the Ming Dynasty went to protect these Southern Song survivors. Besides, it was from the Southern Song Dynasty, but that was also our Ming family. After all, they were all ancestors, which naturally made people very concerned. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!
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