After handing over Liang Zhu to Li Fuzi, Mo Jiazi did not take it to heart, but handed it over to Li Fuzi to be fully responsible, and he wholeheartedly prepared for the second ink art exhibition.

Zhenguan seven years, the second day of February, the first ink art exhibition was an instant hit, so that the power of ink technology appeared in the Tang Dynasty for the first time, shocked the world, this year's ink technology exhibition is also set on the second day of February, after the continuous publicity of ink magazines, it has long been widely known.

The first ink art exhibition made everyone regret it for a long time, the second ink art exhibition is naturally looking forward to it, the citizens of Chang'an City have been gearing up, even Luoyang City has many people rushed to hear the news, do not want to miss this prosperous era.

However, Merton was full of confidence, and Li Fuzi was on the lookout for the Confucian periodicals.

"Master, the Wei family not only poached people from ink magazines, but also recruited a lot of skilled craftsmen from the major booksellers in Chang'an City, it seems that the Wei family is not good at coming this time." Mo San said with a solemn face.

Li Fuzi smiled bitterly: "Not only is it that the person who came is not good, it is simply a-for-tat confrontation with the ink magazine, as far as the old man knows, the White Horse Academy, the Yingtian Academy, and the major literary sects in Luoyang, Chang'an City, have written articles for the Confucian periodicals, this time, the Confucian magazines are prepared!" ”

Li Fuzi has been running ink magazines for nearly a year, and he also has his own connections, so the Wei family's actions naturally can't hide from his eyes.

"Does the Master have a solution?" Mo San said anxiously.

Li Fuzi shook his head and said: "The most precious thing about ink magazines is the news from all over the world from the children of the Mo family, how can it be that a few literati can write a few articles. Now the core of the ink magazine is the Luoyang generation in Chang'an, and the news of other provinces is transmitted very slowly, so you immediately organize people and send them to the ten provinces of Datang to expand the sources of information and strive to be in an invincible position. ”

Mo San nodded solemnly.

"In addition, Merton is not inviting the Legalist to live in the Ink Journal, in my opinion, it is the most appropriate at present, you go and ask Han Fuzi to take the Han family's female case as an example to open a Legalist column." Li Fuzi said.

The Wei family has a group of Wenzong shouting for it, the momentum is huge, the ink magazine naturally does not dare to slack off, and the name of the Legalist Han Zheng is not weaker than these Wenzong, plus the current editor of the ink magazine has been poached by the Wei family half of it, Han Zheng's addition can just make up for the vacancy of the ink magazine, just killing two birds with one stone.

After Li Fuzi did all this, he let go of the stone in his heart, and said that although the ink magazine was founded by the Mo family, the Mo family did not use it to hype up the Mo family, but the things reported were also extremely neutral, which is also the reason for the popularity of the ink magazine.

"I don't believe that just a few Wenzong Confucians can support a newspaper!" Li Fuzi said with anger in his heart.

"Master Li, third brother! Oh no! Many customers in Chang'an City asked to unsubscribe from ink magazines! A Mo family disciple hurriedly ran in and said in a panic.

"Unsubscribing from ink magazines?" Mo San suddenly panicked, now the ink magazine is relying on such a large sales volume to attract many advertisers to sponsor, if the number of subscriptions to the ink magazine drops sharply, those advertisements will definitely turn to his house.

"It must be those old stubborn instructions!" Li Fuzi shouted angrily.

Most of the people who unsubscribed from the ink periodicals were the school houses, the yamen, and the literati and ink writers, who had no choice but to read the ink periodicals, but now that the Confucian periodicals were about to be established, these people immediately turned their faces and abandoned the ink periodicals.

However, the blessing of Wushuang is not a single line, and soon news came that the merchants who advertised in Chang'an City also cut off their sponsorship.

"Which ones are they?" Li Fuzi said angrily.

Mo San bitterly exposed the names of several families.

Li Fuzi said coldly: "These are all businesses controlled by the official eunuch's house, and there is no accident, but the ink magazine, especially the place where they come and go, let out the rumors, if it is a merchant who takes the initiative to break the contract, the ink magazine will not cooperate with it from now on." ”

"What about so many unsubscriptions?" The Mo family disciple who came to report asked.

Li Fuzi snorted coldly: "In this case, they will reap the consequences, on the second day of the second month of February, the second ink art exhibition will be held, what is more suitable to participate than those who still support ink magazines at this time?" ”

Mo San's eyes lit up: "What does the master mean?" ”

"All readers who have been subscribing to ink magazines for a long time will receive an admission ticket to the ink exhibition according to the address before the ink art exhibition comes, and as for those who unsubscribe, it is their own repercussions." Li Fuzi snorted coldly.

"Master is wise!" Mo San nodded repeatedly.

Quanfu.

Quan Wanji had just settled down with his old friends who had come to Chang'an City to cheer, took a sip of tea, took a breath, and saw Wei Si'an coming over with a happy face.

For Wei Si'an, he is also very satisfied, on the one hand, the Wei family has spent a lot of money and efforts, on the other hand, Wei Si'an and he have a common enemy, the Mo family, which makes their relationship instantly closer.

"Lord Kwon! Good news! Many readers in Chang'an City have already unsubscribed from ink magazines, just to support Confucian magazines! Wei Si'an said excitedly.

Literati are the largest consumers of newspapers and periodicals, and now that Confucian periodicals have not yet been issued, there are already so many people who support them, how can they not make Wei Si'an excited.

Quan Wanji sneered: "Anyone who reads the books of sages and sages is a disciple of Confucianism, how can they not support Confucian journals." ”

He had expected this situation, otherwise he would not have promoted the establishment of the Confucian journal so decisively.

Wei Si'an was also immediately overjoyed, and said fiercely: "There is no hero who makes the erector famous, and now that the Confucian magazine is out, there is no room for the ink magazine to turn over." ”

Quan Wanji nodded, and Merton openly argued with him in the court, making him lose consecutive battles, which was simply a loss of face in the imperial history, and now that he has the weapon of public opinion, Mo Jiazi's biggest advantage is gone, and when the time comes, it will be up to Mo Jiazi to see how he can do it.

"The first time a Confucian journal is issued, it must be an instant hit, and the old man will let some old friends thank you for some articles." Kwon Wan Ji Dao.

"Don't worry, Lord Quan, there is a shocking news down there, which will definitely make the Confucian journal an instant hit." Wei Si'an said proudly.

"Huh?" Quan Wanji suddenly looked at it.

Wei Si'an smiled and said, "According to the Wei family's informant, a large number of poisons are made in Mojia Village, and Lord Quan thinks this is the front page headline of Confucian magazines?" ”

At the beginning, not only did the Taiyuan Wang family install informants in Mojia Village, but all the major families in Chang'an City would think of using this trick if they were a little tempted by ink skills, Wei Si'an did not expect that an idle chess piece that the Wei family had arranged at the beginning would bring such exciting news.

"Making poison? Is this true? Quan Wanji was shocked and hurriedly asked.

Wei Si'an nodded solemnly and said, "It's true, according to the report of the Wei family's informant, Mojia Village once used this poison for experiments, and even a pig couldn't stop it, and he died in a moment, or he buried the poisoned pig himself!" ”

"Such a strong poison!" Quan Wanji was taken aback.

Wei Si'an nodded: "And the amount is huge, the informant reported that the poison made in Mojia Village is enough to fill a large warehouse. ”

Quan Wanji closed his eyes and thought about it, and said with a sharp look in his eyes: "This matter is investigated clearly, to ensure that the evidence is ironclad, this time I want to take a look, the Mo family is as clever as a tongue?" ”

"Yes!" Wei Si'an said excitedly.