Inside Chang'an City

"Why hasn't the ink journal been delivered!" Early in the morning, the people of Chang'an City, who had no chance to enter the ink technology exhibition, were looking forward to it.

They already regretted missing the ink exhibition yesterday, but they just listened to others boasting about how wonderful the ink exhibition was, but the words were unknown, and everyone was already itching, and everyone knew that there would definitely be a detailed introduction to the ink magazine on the second day of the ink exhibition.

Some tea shops and restaurants have gathered a lot of people, are looking forward to the delivery of ink magazines, ink periodicals are generally divided into two modes, one is a long-term subscription, which is the first to be delivered, and the other is bulk sales, by the newsboy walking in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City to sell newspapers.

Usually at this time, the newsboy has already begun to sell newspapers, and everyone looks left and right to see the newsboy at all.

"Could it be that I unsubscribed from the ink magazine and angered the Mo family, or the newsboy who sold Confucian magazines and didn't let me sell ink magazines." A middle-aged merchant worried.

"What kind of identity is the Mo family, how can he be as knowledgeable as a person like you, let alone embarrass a newsboy."

"I said Li Laoshi, you are a merchant who only studied private school for a few days, and you claim to be a Confucian disciple, which is inevitably too high for yourself!"

Others couldn't help but sneer when they saw Li Laoshi.

Li Laoshi's face suddenly turned red, he usually boasted that he had read for a few more days, and he was often arrogant, but now such a scene was naturally ridiculed by everyone.

"That's it, the gods are fighting, what are we mixed with the people, the two Confucianism and Mo are fighting against Taiwan, just let them fight, it's none of our business, besides, is yesterday's Confucian magazine as good as the ink magazine? Is there an ink art show that looks good? ”

Li Laoshi immediately retorted angrily: "Those are all articles of the great Confucians of the time, and they are all famous sayings of the world. ”

Everyone pouted and said: "I and other small people focus on worldly things, firewood, rice, oil and salt, reading a newspaper will also open their eyes, a fresh picture, if we want to seek knowledge, it is better to buy a set of four books and five classics to study at home, then maybe you can save some money, if you are lucky, you can also take a fame or something?" ”

With the advent of engraving printing, the price of books in Chang'an City has dropped sharply, and in the long run, it is cheaper than buying newspapers and periodicals.

Everyone nodded one after another, compared to the ink magazines that can often break the big news, the Confucian magazines that focus on preaching make people feel very boring.

The only refreshing thing is that Mo Jiazi's fierce material of making poison caught everyone's attention, but he was soon slapped in the face by Mo Jiazi.

"The newspaper has been sold, and the ink magazine has been officially revised! In the future, it will be published every 10 days and delivered every 10 days. A crisp children's voice resounded through the streets of Chang'an City.

With the voice, a teenager appeared in everyone's sight with a large stack of newspapers and periodicals, and there were many people who unsubscribed from ink magazines, and the task of selling newspapers today was very heavy.

"It's finally here!"

"Every 10 days, that doesn't mean that there will be one more every month."

Everyone was suddenly surprised.

Everyone knows that although this is the strategy proposed by the ink magazine to deal with the competition of Confucian periodicals, it has to be said that this change of the ink magazine is very popular, and the day of the month is the day of rest, if you can sit in the teahouse on the day of the day and read the latest newspapers and periodicals, it is simply a kind of enjoyment.

In addition, although the semi-monthly issue of ink magazines is much faster than the word of mouth of the villagers in the market before, it still only has nearly half a month of words, and it has long been unable to meet the needs of the citizens.

After a year of running-in, the ink journal has already had its own set of operation system, with a lot of room for speed, and the ten-day issue can be said to be extremely suitable, which can not only meet the needs of the public, but also meet the challenges of Confucianism.

"Give me one!"

"I'll have a copy too!"

After a while, many people gathered around and brought a copy of the ink magazine for a penny. Soon the newsboy had a large loss of ink in his hand, and his pocket instantly became heavy.

In this era, there is no such thing as child labor, these newsboys are originally a poor place in Chang'an City, they are young at all, and they have no income at all.

"Thank you uncles and uncles, today's ink magazine has the surprise that Mo Jiazi has given you, and it will definitely not disappoint you." Morton counted the heavy money bags and said.

After getting the newspaper, everyone found a place and couldn't wait to look at it, there was no newsboy in their minds, who still cared about the surprise in the newsboy's mouth, just as what the newsboy said was about the ink exhibition.

"Artificial rainbow!"

"Tengu Eclipse Day!"

Almost everyone read these two for the first time, and when they saw the detailed explanation in the ink magazine, they suddenly realized.

"The Mo family is amazing, these two miracles alone will definitely be able to cause a sensation throughout the country." Li Laoshi said excitedly, they are in Chang'an City, and they have a certain ability to accept it through word of mouth, but if the people in other places see the ink magazine, they may be shocked.

"Of course!"

Everyone echoed, and a sense of superiority arose.

"What is this, the tengu eclipse day does not have much impact on us, in my opinion, the Mo family's jack is the most in line with Lao Tzu's mind, Lao Tzu carries sacks at the dock, and it is only one hundred and twenty catties at a time, and Mo Jiazi's truck pulls thousands of catties at a time, isn't it able to earn ten times the wage!" A strong man was pleasantly surprised, the wharf station transportation is based on the number of wages, with the power of one person of Mojia machinery, better than ten people, the wages can naturally be greatly increased.

Many people's eyes lit up when they heard this, and their hearts were moved, and everyone knew that as soon as the jack and jack arm of the Mo family came out, it would definitely bring revolutionary changes to Datang's transportation industry.

Ordinary laborers pay attention to jacks, jack arms, and those who have fields at home are concerned about grafting technology, Chang'an City is the only super city with a population of more than one million in the world, the degree of urbanization is quite high, and countless fruits and vegetables are needed every day, but subject to the output, these melons and fruits are often in short supply, and the price remains high.

"Such a good seed is enough to graft hundreds of fruit trees, but it can hang fruit in three or five years, one hundred to hundred, one hundred to ten thousand, within ten years, I Datang must be everywhere melons and fruits." An old man in Tsing Yi suddenly sighed.

"In the next year, all I wanted to get married was the candle night in the cave house, but the Mo family is good, I haven't married yet, and I can let the fruit tree get married, and the Mo family deserves to be the Mo family." Everyone was impressed.

"Mo Jiazi is not in vain, this ink technique is indeed comparable to artificial incubation technology!" The old man in Tsing Yi exclaimed.

What is even more commendable is that most of the grafted fruit trees are good seeds, and the people can also sell them at a good price.