After Yu Xuan Pavilion and Mo Wen left, Ying Yu originally planned to continue working on the business plan.

But unexpectedly, Brother Zheng came again.

"Father, why are you here?"

Looking at the red-faced Brother Zheng, Ying Yu's face didn't look very good.

What's going on with this old man? Why is he running to me every now and then?

"What's that expression of yours?"

"I came to see if you are okay?"

Looking at the smile on Brother Zheng's face, Ying Yu took a deep breath.

Come to see me?

Could you please stop teasing me, old man?

"Old Liu, what do you, Yuxuan Pavilion, have for lunch? I haven't eaten yet."

Ying Yu knew this as soon as he slapped his forehead.

Most of the time Brother Zheng comes to him because he is greedy.

Hey, the most majestic emperor of all time turned out to be a foodie. Who would believe it?

Looking at Brother Zheng's expectant eyes, Ying Yu smiled bitterly:

"Father, how about eating dumplings today?"

"dumpling?"

Brother Zheng looked at Ying Yu in confusion, obviously not knowing the charm of dumplings.

"Not bad, let's eat dumplings."

After the words fell, Ying Yu ran directly to the kitchen without giving Brother Zheng a chance to refute.

After a while, he came into the hall carrying a plate of mutton stuffing and noodles.

Looking at the raw meat that had been minced into puree and the raw flour in front of him, Brother Zheng frowned slightly.

Obviously he doesn't understand what Ying Yu wants to do.

Are these so-called dumplings eaten the same way as hot pot?

Looking at Brother Zheng's confused expression, Ying Yu chuckled.

"Father, as the saying goes, you can make enough food and clothing by yourself. These dumplings must be made by yourself to be delicious."

Brother Zheng blinked and looked at Ying Yu, obviously still not understanding what he meant.

When Ying Yu saw this, he stopped talking nonsense.

Under Brother Zheng's incredulous eyes, he started to operate.

Knead the dough, roll out the dough, and make dumplings in one go.

"Father, do you want to try it?"

"That's fine!"

As soon as the words fell, Brother Zheng was about to take action, but was stopped by Ying Yu.

"Father, can we wash our hands first?"

Brother Zheng smiled awkwardly, and then glared at Liu Mo, who was watching the show.

When Liu Mo saw this, he trotted out quickly and came in with a basin of water.

After washing his hands, Brother Zheng couldn't wait to start eating the dumplings.

At first, the packages were all crooked and out of shape.

However, as he became more and more proficient, Zheng Ge's dumplings became more and more decent.

Looking at Brother Zheng who was making dumplings seriously, Ying Yu's eyes were a little moist.

When he was very young, his parents divorced.

He was brought up by his grandfather.

I don't know if it's because of time travel or because it's been too long, but now he has forgotten what his father looked like.

"You kid, what's going on?"

Seeing Ying Yu stunned, Brother Zheng asked with concern.

"It's okay. My father's dumplings are almost ready. They should be enough for us and my father."

After saying that, he took the copper pot that had been prepared long ago.

Then, under Brother Zheng's expectant eyes, he began to cook dumplings.

"Father, come and try how these dumplings taste."

Looking at the cooked dumplings on the plate, Brother Zheng couldn't wait to pick one up and put it into his mouth.

After tasting it carefully, my face was full of shock.

"This dumpling is the best food I have ever eaten."

After sighing with emotion, Brother Zheng began to eat.

Liu Mo and others looked aside and swallowed hard.

"If my father likes it, I will write down the making method later and let Liu Mo take it back."

Brother Zheng waved his hand quickly:

"No need to bother. When I want to eat, I can just come to Yuxuan Pavilion."

Seeing Brother Zheng's smiling face, Ying Yu felt bad all over.

Brother Zheng is planning to rely on his own rhythm.

If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have fooled Brother Zheng just now, saying that the dumplings made by myself were delicious.

But Brother Zheng didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

This meal of dumplings gave him a taste of family affection.

Family love, this is such a precious thing for him as an emperor.

"His Royal Highness personally makes dumplings for His Majesty. If this spreads, it will definitely be a good story."

Liu Mo on the side flattered him at the right time.

When Brother Zheng heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Liu Mo is right. It's not difficult to make these dumplings, but we can make them public so that all the people of Great Qin can taste the taste of these dumplings."

Hearing this, Ying Yu nodded.

In fact, Zheng Ge would do it without telling him.

"Father, I plan to start a newspaper."

"Newspaper office?"

Ying Yu nodded, and then explained to Brother Zheng.

"Father, this newspaper is mainly an organization that collects, edits news, and publishes newspapers."

"What kind of paper is newspaper? How is it different from the Qin paper you made some time ago?"

Looking at Brother Zheng's confused eyes, Ying Yu knew this would be the result.

"Father, a newspaper is not paper, but a medium of communication.

We can use newspapers to spread some of the important political affairs of the Qin Dynasty, the theories of hundreds of schools of thought, business news, etc. to the people of the Qin Dynasty."

When Brother Zheng heard this, he immediately became interested.

As an emperor, Ying Zheng naturally knew the importance of public opinion.

It's just that Daqin's current communication methods are lagging behind. Even though Brother Zheng and the courtiers have worked very hard, there hasn't been much improvement.

And the newspaper that Ying Yu mentioned is obviously a means of using public opinion.

"Tell me what you think."

"Father, in my vision, after this newspaper is printed, it will be sent to various counties in Da Qin, so that all people in Da Qin can know the policies of the imperial court.

Achieve the effect of guiding public opinion, so that Da Qin only has the voice of your father."

Brother Zheng nodded in agreement:

"Now that we have Qin paper and printing technology, your method is feasible.

There is just one thing: not many people in my country are literate, how should we solve this problem?"

There was a smile on Ying Yu's lips:
To be continued...