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"Sell newspapers~sell newspapers~, Daqin Metropolitan newspapers, current affairs, interesting stories, hundreds of comments, food production... A copy of ten yuan, sell newspapers~"

It seemed that suddenly, a large group of children wearing vests printed with Daqin Metropolitan News suddenly appeared in Xianyang City, carrying bags and shouting all over the streets.

These children are not literate and are still beggars half a month ago. However, after being recruited by the newspaper office, they have been trained in a consistent manner.

"Daqin Metropolitan Daily, what?" The people on the street asked each other.

"What, Daqin Metropolis Daily?" Two literati dressed in shopping were surprised, and one of them walked quickly to the newspaper boy.

"Would you like to buy one? Ten dollars!" Although the newspaper boy was a little restrained and scared, he still plucked up the courage to stuff a newspaper into the hands of the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim: "Yes, this is the Daqin Metropolis Daily made by Qinghehou in the court yesterday. I didn't expect it to start selling today. OK, I'll buy one..."

The middle-aged man took out his purse while talking. As a result, he opened it and looked at it, his face couldn't help but shake it a few times. He poured out all the purse but only seven copper coins, so he said with a smirk: "Xiao Tong, there are only seven coins here, can you sell one for me?"

"No!" The newspaper boy reached out and wanted to take the newspaper back.

The middle-aged scholar held the newspaper tightly and refused to let go. He wanted to use force, but when he looked at the nameplate of the Academy of Sciences hanging on the newspaper boy's chest, he suddenly became timid. He quickly turned to his companion next to him and said, "Brother Fu lends me three cents for now to return it to you tomorrow!"

"Look!" The companion also pulled out the purse and opened it, then shook his face and said, "I only have five cents, but it's the meal you have today..."

"Don't talk too much, may you not know the Daqin Metropolis Daily? Buy one quickly, or you may be snatched up in a while!" Under the excitement of the middle-aged scholar, his companion had no choice but to borrow three coins, and the middle-aged man had no time to talk too much, so he stuffed the money to the newspaper boy and turned around and left with the newspaper.

"Daqin Metropolis Daily, hurry up, let me have a copy!" At this time, a few men dressed in wide-sleeved and robed essays rushed out of the teahouse on the street.

"One with me..."

"Two servings..."

"Who can lend me eight coins..."

"Don't let go if you don't have money, don't block the way..."

Almost as soon as the two scribes who bought newspapers left, a group of people instantly surrounded the newspaper boys, and the money bags in their hands were shaking, constantly rushing to buy newspapers in their hands.

This situation occurred almost at several nearby street intersections with high traffic flow. In addition to this place, Xianyang is performing at the same time. Many Fang family warlocks who bought newspapers can't wait to find a place to squat on the street and start watching. Some people even shook their heads and began to read aloud, which instantly attracted countless people to gather around to listen to stories and watch the fun.

More scholars ran out of the residential buildings on the streets and alleys, and some were still wearing belts to tidy up their clothes and crowns. They were obviously just getting up from the bed, and there were still eye booze hanging on the corners of their eyes.

It was still the hour of Yin, and it was just dawn. For the scholar who was used to sleeping in bed in nothing, it would cost a lot of energy to get up so early and waste a meal of food. However, when he was sleeping in the bed, he heard the noise outside and discussed the Daqin Metropolitan Daily. Therefore, he couldn't help but get up. After asking, he panicked and quickly searched for money.

The newspaper office rushes to print overnight, but only about a thousand newspapers.

However, there are tens of thousands of Fang family warlocks in Xianyang, which does not include ministers, nobles and officials of all sizes, and the sales range is the entire southeast, northwest, northwest, and middle of Xianyang. Therefore, this little newspaper is not enough to sell, and almost in less than twenty minutes, all the newspapers were sold out.

But it was this drizzle that awakened the peaceful and peaceful Xianyang from the silence of the early morning.

By the time of Yin, almost all the Fang family sorcerers in Xianyang were alarmed, and all rushed from all directions to several places where newspapers were sold, but there was nothing except those who could see people rushing together.

"What? It's sold out..." After learning the news from the people blocked outside, countless people beat their chests and stamped their feet.

"How wonderful it is, this article is indeed novel and interesting. I wonder who the author signed by Gao Yang Song Qing?"

At the door of a foot house on the street, there was a large group of people. A young scholar in the middle of the crowd was spreading a newspaper and scratching his head. There were also a group of scholars, both young and old, looking at the young scholars together, and they were envious. One of the middle-aged men continued: "Song Qing knew that he was from Dang County. He usually hangs in the south of the city and writes some strange stories. Half a month ago, someone had drunk wine with him, but he was extremely luotuo. Unexpectedly, his article could be published in the Daqin Metropolis Daily..."

"This old man actually knows Song Qing. OK. Can you help me introduce it? I read the story he wrote and I really like it..." The young man quickly turned his head and said to the middle-aged man.

"It's easy to introduce. I wonder if I can borrow another one from my brother to watch it together!" The middle-aged man looked at the newspaper in the hands of the young scholar.

"Of course!" The young scholar thought for a moment and handed another newspaper to the middle-aged man, and also reminded him: "Don't rub it!"

"Haha, brother, don't worry, I will be careful and will definitely not break it!" The middle-aged man took the newspaper excitedly, and the two of them stood in the crowd one by one and started watching.

As the hour of Mao was approaching, the streets were already crowded. The newspaper boy who had sold out the newspaper was blocked by the carriage in the newspaper office and could not leave. He was so scared that he dared not look up. He covered his empty bag tightly. There was no newspaper inside, only a few kilograms of copper coins.

"Everyone, I heard that the newspaper is in the city, and it is not a solution for me to wait here. Why don't you just go to the newspaper to see if there is any inventory?" The man surrounded the carriage was anxious and couldn't help but say loudly.

"Yes, go together..." Countless responses suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Give me aside ~ the newspaper is here."

With a long shout, a horse came along the street. The crowds surrounded quickly spread out a road. The rider on the horse's back handed a bundle of newspapers to the helpers on the carriage: "The General Affairs Office ordered that each newspaper sales point could be filled with thirty copies every hour..."

"Hurry, one with me..."

"Someone came first!"

"I'm stepping on my feet!"

"Guapi, what do you mean?"

"Bao bang bang~" Several people in the crowd started fighting in an instant, and the scene was in panic, but more people took advantage of the fight to squeeze into the side of the carriage and stuffed the copper coins in their hands into the hands of the five newspaper boys.

I could only add thirty newspapers in one hour. I waited for a long time and finally squeezed into the front and was in a mood to fight. It was obviously a few big fools.

Sure enough, when several people stopped feeling blue and swollen, the thirty newspapers they had just delivered had already been sold out. The smiling faces of the newspapers were squeezed out of the crowd, and at the same time, a group of companions took away to study together. The ones that were not bought rushed up again to fill the gap in the space. It was impossible to squeeze in.

Several alchemists who fought were regretful at this time, and they snorted coldly at each other and then started queuing again. Those who had not bought the newspaper could only continue to spend an hour of long suffering and waiting.

Although the newspapers sold have been sold in total, these two thousand newspapers have quickly stirred up the entire Xianyang, and countless Fang family warlocks are waiting to buy them, but countless people who bought the newspapers have gathered together to circulate and watch.

Whether it is the news that the currency is to be reformed in the first edition, or the various contents published in other pages, it has aroused great interest from different groups.

For merchants, reforming coins and money houses is naturally the most concerned, so the discussion is the most.

For the alchemists in the farm, they were very interested in the contents of intensive cultivation and fruit tree grafting.

For music lovers, the music theory told in it is also very interesting to the arranged songs.

For medical sorcerers, several formulas of pill powders that are common in life make them happy.

For the famous Confucian scholars and other alchemists who are keen on confronting the Legalists and hope to spread their ruling philosophy, the two articles by Xunzi published in the remarks of the Hundred Schools will naturally cause a large-scale heated discussion.

"Xunzi? Isn't the master of the left prime minister Li Si?"

"That's right!"

"But I look at Xunzi's articles, which emphasize etiquette and law, and emphasize Taoism and nature. How could I teach Li Si a scum who only respects magic!"

"I didn't know Xun Qing before, but after reading this chapter on Encouraging Learning, I realized that this person is worthy of being a great sage!"

"Yes, although Xun Qing's statement that human nature is evil and is very different from Mencius's remarks, he respects Confucius' etiquette, combines Lao Tzu's way, and collects Guanzi's method, which is very different from Li Si's concept! If he uses his thoughts to govern the country, we will never be suppressed like this."

"Li Si is afraid he has learned it wrong!"

"I thought so too, otherwise he would have almost never spread Xun Qing's books and remarks for so many years, and the disciples cannot spread the teacher's thoughts, which is because they have no virtue!"

"But what does Xun Qing's article suddenly appear in this newspaper today? "

"I guessed that the Queen of Qinghe was dissatisfied with the burning of books in the court yesterday, so she specially published Xun Qing's article, using her spear to attack her shield. Once this newspaper spreads to the world, Li Si's actions will be criticized by the world!"

"Well, these two articles are obviously different from yesterday's newspapers. Someone saw yesterday's newspapers at the Zineshi family, but they did not have these two articles..."

When the Fang family sorcerer in Xianyang was disturbing the newspaper affairs, Chen Xu had already packed up and stopped in the carriage to go to court.
Chapter completed!