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"Selling newspapers ~ selling newspapers ~, Daqin Metropolis Daily, current political news, gonzo, hundreds of opinions, food production...... Ten dollars a piece, sell newspapers and sell newspapers~"

It seemed that suddenly, a large group of children wearing vests printed with Daqin Metropolis Daily vests suddenly appeared in Xianyang City, carrying satchels all over the street and began to shout.

These children are illiterate, and they were beggars half a month ago, but after being recruited by the newspaper hall, they went through half a month of unified training, shouting and selling newspapers.

"Daqin Metropolis Daily, what's it?" The people in the streets inquired about each other.

"What, Daqin Metropolis Daily?" Two men dressed as scribes who had nothing to do and went shopping were amazed, and one of them hurried up to the newsboy.

"Do you want to buy one, ten dollars!" Although the little newspaper boy was a little restrained and frightened, he still had the courage to stuff a newspaper into the hands of the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe unfolded it and only glanced at it and couldn't help but exclaim: "Yes, this is the Daqin Metropolis Newspaper made by the Marquis of Qinghe in the court yesterday, I didn't expect it to start selling today, okay, I'll buy a copy of ......."

The middle-aged man took out the money bag as he spoke, but when he opened it, his face couldn't help shaking a few times, and he poured out all the money bags and it was only seven copper coins, so he smiled and said: "Little boy, there are only seven coins here, can you sell me a copy?" ”

"No way!" The newsboy reached out to take the newspaper back.

The middle-aged scribe grabbed the newspaper tightly in his hand and didn't let go, he wanted to use it, but when he looked at the nameplate of the Academy of Sciences hanging on the newsboy's chest, he suddenly became stunned, and quickly turned his head to his companion next to him and said, "Brother Fu temporarily lends me three dollars to pay you back tomorrow!" ”

"Take a look!" The companion also took out the money bag and opened it, and then his face also shook and said, "There are only five yuan, and it is still today's food money......

"Don't be verbose, don't you know Daqin Metropolis Daily, buy a copy quickly, otherwise I'm afraid you'll be robbed in a while!" Under the excited urging of the middle-aged scribe, the companion had no choice but to borrow three coins, and the middle-aged man did not have time to be verbose, stuffed the money to the newsboy, and then turned around with the newspaper and left.

"Daqin Metropolis Daily, hurry up, share with me!" At this time, several men in wide-sleeved robes dressed as scribes rushed out of the teahouse on the side of the street.

"Share ...... with me"

"Two ......"

"Which brother borrowed me eight dollars......

"Hey, if you don't have any money, let it go, don't get in the way......"

Almost as soon as the two scribes who bought the newspaper left, a group of people instantly surrounded the newsboy, the money bags in their hands clanging, and they kept scrambling to buy the newspaper in the newsboy's hand.

And this situation happened almost at the same time at several nearby street entrances with large crowds, and in addition to here, Xianyang's southeast, northwest, and middle schools were all staged at the same time, and many Fang family warlocks who bought newspapers couldn't wait to find a place to squat on the side of the street and start watching, and some even shook their heads and began to read aloud, which instantly attracted countless people to gather around to listen to the story and watch the excitement.

And more scholars ran out of the houses and buildings in the streets and alleys, some were still wearing belts and sorting out their clothes and tiaras, obviously just getting out of bed, and there was still eye feces hanging from the corners of their eyes.

At this time, it was still Yinshi, and it was not long after dawn, for the scribes who had nothing to do and were used to sleeping on the high bed, it would take a lot of physical strength to get up so early, and it would be worthless to waste the money for a meal, but when they slept on the bed, they heard the noise outside, and the voice of discussing the Daqin Metropolis Daily became louder and louder, so they couldn't help but get up, and they panicked when they inquired, and hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find money.

The newspaper office rushed to print it overnight, and there were only about 1,000 copies of the newspaper.

However, there are tens of thousands of warlocks in the Xianyang Fang family, not including the nobles and officials, and the scope of sales is still the entire Xianyang, southeast, northwest, and middle, so this little bit of newspaper is like a drizzle, and all the newspapers are sold out in less than twenty minutes.

But it was this drizzle that woke up the usually quiet and serene Xianyang from the silence of the early morning.

By the middle of the day, almost all the Fang family warlocks in Xianyang were alarmed, and all of them flocked to several places selling newspapers from all directions, but there was nothing except the people who could see the crowds surging together.

"What? Sold out ......" After learning the news from the people blocking outside, countless people beat their chests.

"Wonderful, wonderful, this article is really novel and interesting, this writer is Gaoyang Song Qing, I don't know who it is?"

At the door of a foot house on the side of the street, there was a large group of people, a young scribe in the center of the crowd was unfolding a newspaper to read scratching his ears and cheeks, and there was a group of scribes next to him, both young and old, looking at the young scribes together, one by one envious, one of the middle-aged people answered: "Song Qing knows, it is a Dangjun people, weekdays in the south of the city, specializing in writing some strange stories, half a month ago he also drank with him, but Luo Tuo is incomparable, I didn't expect his article to be published in the Daqin Metropolis Daily......"

"This old brother actually knows Song Qing, okay, can you help the younger brother introduce me, I read this story he wrote, and I like it very ......much," the young man quickly turned his head to the middle-aged man and said.

"It's good to introduce, I don't know if my brother can borrow another one to watch together!" The middle-aged man looked at the newspaper in the hands of the young scribe.

"Of course, of course!" The young scribe thought for a moment, then handed another piece of newspaper to the middle-aged man, and said, "Don't crumple it!" ”

"Haha, don't worry, brother, I will be careful, and I will never crush it!" The middle-aged man took the newspaper excitedly, and the two of them stood in the crowd one by one and began to watch.

When it was approaching, the street was already overcrowded, and the little newsboy who had finished selling the newspaper was blocked next to the carriage of the newspaper office and could not leave, and was frightened to raise his head in the middle, holding his empty satchel tightly, there was no newspaper in it, only a few catties of copper coins

"Ladies and gentlemen, I heard that the newspaper is in the city, and it is not a way for me to wait here to guard it, why don't I go to the newspaper office and see if there is any stock?" The people who were waiting around the carriage were anxious and couldn't help but say loudly.

"Yes, let's go, let's go, let's go......" The crowd suddenly resounded with countless echoes.

"Let's let let let let ~ the newspaper come."

With a long shout, I saw a horse coming along the street, and the crowd quickly dispersed a road, and the rider on horseback handed a bundle of newspapers to the helper in the carriage: "The general affairs office orders that each newspaper sales point can make up thirty copies per hour......

"Quick, have a ...... with me"

"Somebody came first!"

"Enter your mother, step on my feet!"

"Guapi, what are you talking about?"

"Bang bang bang~" Several people in the crowd instantly began to fight, and the scene was panicked, but more people took advantage of the fight to squeeze to the side of the carriage and stuffed the copper coins in their hands into the hands of the five little newsboys.

Only thirty newspapers can be replenished in an hour, and Nima finally squeezed to the front for a long time and was still in the mood to fight, obviously a few big fools.

Sure enough, when the blue noses and swollen faces of a few people stopped, the thirty newspapers that had just been delivered had already been sold out, and the people who bought the newspapers squeezed out the crowd with a smile on their faces, and at the same time took away a group of companions to study together, and those who did not buy came up again to fill the vacancy of the place, and it was impossible to squeeze in.

Several of the fighting monks were repentant at this time, and after snorting coldly at each other, they began to line up again, and those who also did not buy newspapers could only continue to spend an hour of long suffering and waiting.

Although the total number of newspapers sold was less than two thousand, these two thousand newspapers had quickly stirred up the entire Xianyang, and countless Fang family warlocks were waiting to buy them, but there were still countless people who had bought newspapers gathered together to circulate and watch.

Whether it is the news of the monetary reform published in the first edition of the main news, or the various contents published in other pages, it has aroused great interest among different groups.

For merchants, reforming coins and banks was naturally the most concerned, and therefore the most discussed.

For the farmer's alchemist, the content of intensive cultivation and grafting of fruit trees was of great interest to them.

For music lovers, the music theory and the songs arranged in it are naturally of great interest.

For the healer, the formulas of several common pill powders in life made them overjoyed.

For Confucian scholars and other scholars who were keen to oppose the Legalists and hoped to spread their own governing ideas, the two articles published in the Hundred Schools of Thought will naturally cause a wide range of heated discussions.

"Xun situation? Isn't it the master of Zuo Xiang Li Si? ”

"Yes!"

"But I look at Xun Qian's article, solemnly re-emphasizing the law, and emphasizing the Tao and the natural, how can I teach a scum like Li Si who only respects spells!"

"I didn't know much about Xun Qing before, but after reading this persuasion, I found that this person is worthy of being a great sage!"

"Yes, although Xun Qing said that human nature is evil, which is very different from Mencius's remarks, but he respects the gift of Confucius, conforms to the way of Lao Tzu, and the method of collecting pipes, which is very different from Li Si's concept! If we had used his ideas to govern the country, we would never have been so suppressed. ”

"I'm afraid that Li Si has learned crookedly!"

"A certain also thinks so, otherwise he has almost never spread Xun Qing's books and remarks for so many years, and the disciples can't spread the teacher's thoughts, because they are not virtuous!"

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

"A certain speculation, Qinghe Hou is dissatisfied with yesterday's book burning in the court, so he specially published Xun Qing's article, attacking the shield of the son with the spear of the son, once this newspaper spreads to the world, what Li Si did will be criticized by the world!"

"Well, these two articles are obviously different from yesterday's newspapers, and a certain person who has seen yesterday's newspaper in the family of Qi Nei Shijia does not have these two ......"

When the Fang family warlock in Xianyang was disturbed by the matter of the newspaper, Chen Xu had already packed up and stopped at this time and went to the court in a carriage.

Originally, according to his idea, the first issue of Daqin Metropolis Daily should be postponed for a few more days, and the number of printed copies also needs to accumulate to at least 10,000 copies before it will be officially released, but yesterday Li Si suddenly threw out the book burning chapter, and he also had to sacrifice the newspaper in advance, so as to focus all the eyes of the disciples of the hundred schools on the newspaper, so as not to continue to demonstrate with nothing to do.