In front of Master Qing San was an ink printing machine the size of a wooden box. This thing was a rare thing in the Qing Dynasty, but in Europe. This kind of recommended printing machine for carving wax paper has gradually become popular.

In an era when computers were not yet popular, students should have a deep impression of ink printing machines. Because at that time, all kinds of examination papers and review materials in the school were carved out with wax paper.

The principle is very simple. A piece of wax paper covered with thin industrial wax. Use a stylus to gently carve it on it. The force should not be too large or too small. A successful wax paper should be able to penetrate the ink without breaking it.

When the wax paper is carved, put it on the printing press and roll it with an ink brush. A test paper that makes children headache appears. Then the nightmare of two children is about to begin. Children who go back and forth are about to face a final exam.

This is the simplest printing tool that Xiao Letian could think of. It seems that in the past, the most used underground party printing leaflets was this wax paper ink printing machine.

"Baby, this is my baby. I want to seize the high ground of public opinion with Qingliu and others. It's up to you." Xiao Letian stroked the wood grain on the printing press, gently as if he was touching his lover.

Master Qing San was stunned. His thinking could understand what was already on the ground of the Qing Dynasty. This mechanism that appeared out of thin air was completely unfamiliar in his memory bank.

"Printing machine. What do you want to print? Isn't there a bookstore for printing? Why bother to make this kind of thing... Oh, what kind of ink is this? It's updated the oily first..."

"Come here. Print two for the third master. Let him see the Western scenery and open his eyes..."

A young man from a foreign company opened the machinery and installed wax paper. He brushed the drum up and down. A piece of ink-printed Xiao Letian's seven major questions appeared in front of him. Master Qing San shivered and pinched the paper. A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind.

"I understand. You... are you going to fight the Qingliu people. How many such flyers can you print in a day?"

Smart people. These are smart people. Chinese people are smart. What they lack is just a little knowledge. No matter what others do, anyway, these people who first came into contact with Xiao Letian and were willing to open their hearts and eyes to see the world have quietly changed their thinking.

Just this thing. If you give it to a corrupt scholar like Huang Juren or Huang Liu, they will never think about what Xiao Letian is going to do.

"That's right. My good third master. What does Confucian children rely on to control the people's hearts for thousands of years? It's not that they have woven a big network of public opinion that has trapped all the people. It's not that bullying the people illiterate but have no great knowledge. Today I'll poke a big hole in their net. I want to see if they are their mouths powerful or the industrial power in my hands is strong..."

"Tell you the truth. This kind of printing machine is simple. A carpenter can produce one in a day. I bought a cabin of ink and wax paper. It is enough for me to use it for more than three years. San Ye, don't worry. It won't take three days. The printing volume of flyers can reach 40,000 to 50,000 pieces per day. There is absolutely no problem in fighting a fierce battle here in Zhili..."

"This is just the beginning. When the mechanical printing machine I ordered from Europe and the United States arrives, I will produce millions of copies per day. I can print thousands of copies of "The Journey to the West" a day, anyway, I have money. I can give it for free..."

"This is not the end. I want to introduce foreign newspapers to the Qing Dynasty first. I want to infiltrate the imperial court's publication system into the people. I want to give the people more channels to understand the world. I have been deceived by these scholars..."

Fu Qing's cold sweat was blowing down. He didn't rub the sand in his eyes. His mind turned around and he could figure it out. "Brother, you're crazy. More and faster chapters are invited. Are you forcing the court to take action against you. Are you afraid of your life?"

Fu Qing was not wrong at all. If Xiao Letian dared to do this, he would be competing with the court for the mouthpiece. How could the princes in the court let a man with an invasion be uncontrollable and nonsense? What's more, he has such terrifying printing power.

It's like two groups of people quarreling. The one who fights is the loudest. A lie will naturally become the truth if it is said ten thousand times. Xiao Letian doesn't have to say it ten thousand times. He wants to say it ten thousand times.

Xiao Letian sneered, "I'm afraid of my life. Haha. Who forced me to Liangshan? I asked the third master, please explain it to me. You are the nobles of the Eight Banners. How should the court respond to my questions?"

"I, Xiao Letian, want to be a polite person, be a perseverance person. But there are always some people who jumped out to force me. I can still endure beating me and scolding me. But now I have started to take my life. I still put my vicious hand on my inner house. What should I do? Just let them kill me honestly? Third Master, you just want me to be such a perseverance person..."

Fu Qing's face turned red after a flash of tears, "There is a misunderstanding... There must be a misunderstanding here..."

"Okay. Third Master, please stop talking. Your butt is sitting on the boat of the court. You must consider the interests of the court. Let me tell you truthfully. If you want to kill and cut me, Xiao Letian, wait. But I would like to advise the court. Let me start from today. I, Xiao Letian, will not let you go. If you want to make a big deal, then make a big deal. I will accompany you to the end..."

Xiao Letian's tough statement was not required to be passed on to Beijing by the Third Master. The bigwigs in the capital already knew it. The flyers began to appear at around 11:00 that morning. At the beginning, everyone didn't care. Even the scholars who were demonstrating thought it was a paper to wipe their butts, as Xiao Letian's showing of weakness.

But it lasted until after the afternoon. A strange atmosphere began to spread throughout the capital. There was only one reason why Xiao Letian had too many flyers in his hand.

Wherever the crowd gathers, there are mysterious figures posters with big-character posters. There are leaflets fluttering in the wind. Those long dragons of demonstrations are invited to come in more and faster chapters. Now they are like long queues for funerals. Flying flyers are like paper money.

The cold wind was flying in the air with leaflets. The team was filled with the sound of paper slapping in the face. After a while, these scholars lost their patience and did not shout slogans and then they started to tear them.

"It's a shame. Xiao Letian is so disrespectful to paper. He deliberately used such disgusting pen and ink to insult us. He tore it. He tore it all..."

A group of scholars opened their hands in the air and snatched flying leaflets like crazy people. It seemed that they were Xiao Letian's flesh and blood. But unexpectedly, they threw more than they were torn. In the end, they were so tired that they could not stop those elusive flyers like dogs sticking out their tongues.

"What does Shuntian Mansion do for? What are you waiting for if you don't catch such a walk and flyer that is bewitching people's hearts?" The scholar cursed.

However, they were really wrongly accusing the yamen runners of Shuntian Mansion and the soldiers of the Nine Gate Admiral. It’s not that they don’t want to arrest people, but that these people are so cunning. They are running around and fighting guerrillas. The huge Beijing city cannot be defended at all.

Time passed minute by minute. At that time, the needle pointed to after three o'clock in the afternoon. The protesters and the yamen runners were all hungry and could not bear it. Many people were dizzy by the cold wind, and maybe a large number of them would have to lie down tonight.

"Dear classmates, the same year, the court has heard our voices. Let's give up today and go back and have a rest. In two days, if the court does not give us an explanation, more and faster chapters will be invited. Let's come out to demonstrate again... This evil demon and ghost are our life and death enemy. Either he dies or we die. We will waste our time with him..."

"Yes, yes, yes... it's exhausted to the end..." The crowd finally dispersed. The entire Sijiu City could be considered a silence.

Just when everyone thought that this chaos could be calmed down for a while, they never expected that Xiao Letian would be excited instead. This verbal battle actually escalated him directly.

Over the course of one night, the entire capital was filled with big-character posters. Even the palace walls of the Forbidden City were posted with no age and young people. There was also the Prince Gong Mansion. In the morning, when the door opened the side of the door, he was frightened to the ground. The gate and the courtyard wall were covered with hundreds of big-character posters of Xiao Letian's seven major questions.

In addition, when I entered the suburbs around Beijing early in the morning, I sent a quick horse to ask Shuntian Prefecture for help. It turned out that in all the county towns and villages under the jurisdiction of the capital last night, Xiao Letian's seven major questions appeared in the larger villages in townships. Even the gate of the yamen was posted.

Now the court was in a bad mood. They finally smelled the danger. By the afternoon, the Zhili Governor's Office sent an emergency document to the court. It completely blew up the Forbidden City. The temporary court meeting held in the Yangxin Hall had already been hyped up.

"Rebellion. This is rebellion. Look. Look. All the county towns in Zhili have been covered with Xiao Letian's posts. Even larger villages and towns have not been spared. Anyone where the crowds gather are throwing leaflets. Is Xiao Letian going to make trouble? Is it known to everyone?"

"From south to north, from east to west, there is no county in Zhili that has not fallen. Now all the people know about this riot in Tanggu. How should we explain Xiao Letian's problem? Who will make up for the chaos of the people?"

Prince Gong's roar came from the Dongnuan Pavilion. The prince, who was full of anger, stared at Weng Tonghe with his eyes tightly. He was angry with scholars during this period. He was beaten in front of him and surrounded by the mansion. Isn't all this done by these scholars?

Weng Tonghe's heart was like breaking the five flavor bottle. From the moment he saw the flyer yesterday, his mouth was full of bitterness. He never expected that Xiao Letian's counterattack would be so heartless. He went straight to the key points of Confucian businessmen. What can scholars kidnap the court? Isn't it just to control public opinion? If this talent is lost, who would raise these hunting dogs?

"Stay. I want to stay steady. There are so many crises that I have encountered for thousands of years. This time I will definitely pass the test safely." Weng Tonghe is worthy of being an imperial teacher. This skill of calming down and nourishing qi is very rare. He should be the one who said that Mount Tai collapsed before.

"Haha. The prince is going to put the blame on the scholars in the world. This will give in to Xiao Letian. That's right. We are all royal hawks. Whether it's obvious or Western, it's not to use it."

"Since the prince thinks that Western learning can help the court control the hearts of the people, it's enough to use it openly. It's just that he is dismissed from office and removed from office and goes home to farm. The ministers have long been mentally prepared."

"But I would like to advise the prince. Don't regret it when the sky collapses and the earth falls..."
Chapter completed!