On the streets of Chang'an Chengdong City, a new shop selling paper has opened.

Unlike other shops, when this shop opened, there were no gongs and drums, and there were no opening activities.

The owner of the shop, the day in advance, hung a plaque covered with red cloth on the door of the shop, locked the door and left.

Early in the morning of the second day, the guy in the store took off the red cloth, and the shop was counted as open, but the name of the shop was a bit too arrogant, the first paper shop in Datang.

In the morning, outside the shops, there were many doors, and no one cared.

The owners of several shops in the surrounding area are very curious about the new paper shops, but they are busy with their own business and have no time to enter the store to watch.

After noon, the shop welcomed its first customer, and after the first customer had bought a large amount of paper and left, the man hurriedly entered the shop with many relatives and friends.

Passers-by, seeing this, also followed into the shop.

"What, ten pieces of paper, a penny." Such voices come and go in this small shop.

People are scrambling to pay for it, and those who are a little more bold will buy 10,000 tickets as soon as they buy it, which is also due to the restrictions of the store, and one person can buy up to 10,000 tickets.

The owner of the shop is only concerned with collecting money, and the guy in the shop is busy taking paper. In just two hours, the 300,000 sheets of paper in the shop were sold out.

The owners of several shops in the surrounding area, seeing this situation, saw that the store was empty, and after closing the door, they also squeezed into the paper shop and watched.

After hearing the ten pieces of paper and a penny, they all hung their feet and stiffened their chests with regret.

"Distinguished guests, our store prepares 300,000 pieces of paper every day, you are welcome to come and buy, today's paper is sold out, if you want to buy, please hurry up tomorrow." The owner of the shop, standing on a chair in the shop, opened his mouth and explained to the people in the shop.

Li Ke arranged 500 people to the paper mill and implemented assembly line operations, and these people were like running machines, busy.

Excluding meal time every day, the working time of six hours has made the daily production capacity of the paper mill reach 300,000 sheets.

As a result, the shop sells 300,000 sheets of paper every day.

The home of ordinary people in Datang has a monthly income of about five or six hundred yuan, but Li Ke pays the workers of the paper mill a consistent monthly salary, which makes the five hundred workers of the paper mill cherish this job very much, and they are all working hard, and no one is lazy.

Every month, Li Ke sells about 900 yuan of paper into his account, and after discarding the commissions of shops, workers' wages and the funds for purchasing papermaking raw materials such as sorghum stalks, it can be said that he has broken even, and Li Ke has not made a dime from it.

If Li Ke is described in a high-level sentence, he is a selfless devotee.

"You ruined, see if I don't kill you." In a farmhouse next to Dongshi, a middle-aged man who had just returned home from work entered the door and saw ten pieces of paper on the bed, pointing at his mother-in-law, and scolded.

If it weren't for his mother-in-law being pregnant, this man would not just be scolding, he would probably do it directly.

"I also saw that these papers were only a penny, and I wanted the children in my womb to be touched by poetry and books, so I would buy them ruthlessly." The man's mother-in-law lowered her head on the side and said aggrievedly.

"What, it's just a penny." The man looked at his mother-in-law with disbelief on his face.

Looking at the real eyes of his mother-in-law, the man slowly believed it, and said happily: "The value of buying, the value of buying, let the child in our womb also feel the breath of paper. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and excitedly took his mother-in-law in his arms and hugged him, with a happy smile on his face.

"Husband, be careful of the child." The mother-in-law who was raised held her fist kept beating Wu Lao Wu.

On the second day of the opening of the paper shop, the door of the shop had not yet opened, and the door of the shop was crowded with people who came to buy paper.

In just one morning, the paper was sold out and the paper shop had to be forced to close.

It took a month for the scene to subside.

In the paper shops in the capital, in this month, the business was bleak, and some even did not receive anything.

Li Ke stabbed the hornet's nest now, and moved the cake of many people.

The high-ranking officials behind these paper shops have sent personnel to inquire about the first paper mill in the Tang Dynasty, and who is the master behind the scenes.

On the second watch, the long street is lonely, and the cold moon is like a hook.

In Chang'an City, there has been a curfew, and the bustling East Market during the day looks particularly gloomy and bleak at this time.

Outside the gates of each market, red or white paper lanterns are hung. The lights were dim, the north wind was bleak, and the lanterns swayed from side to side under the eaves.

A team of Jin Wuwei who patrolled at night had just passed by, and there was a sneaky figure on the corner of the street, poking his head out and looking left and right.

Watching Jin Wuwei leave, this person waved his hand behind him, and several sneaky figures appeared under the moonlight, carrying two buckets of things in their hands.

A few figures sneakily walked to the door of the first paper shop in Datang.

Using the tools in his hand, he took down the plaque at the door and knocked it to pieces.

Two of them, carrying a barrel and a spoon, threw the contents of the barrel into the cracks in the doors and windows of the shops.

After doing this, several figures quickly disappeared into the night and quietly disappeared.

"Lord Wang, it's not good, it's not good, the plaque of our shop has been smashed, and the windows and doors have been splashed with dung."

Li Ke was still asleep, and Xiao Liuzi hurriedly ran in, shouting eagerly, waking Li Ke up from his sleep.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Li Ke, who was woken up, asked impatiently.

"Lord Wang, our paper shop was smashed with a plaque and splashed with dung." Xiao Liuzi explained again.

"That's it." Li Ke lay down on the bed again.

"Lord Wang, don't you want to take a look?" Xiao Liuzi asked.

"What to see, sleep, this matter should be investigated by the government, and this king is not a master of solving cases." After Li Ke finished speaking, he pulled the quilt and covered his head.

Seeing this situation, Xiao Liuzi didn't dare to say anything more, and retreated silently.

Yin Cui Zhitong, the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture, after receiving the report, took the official to the paper shop without hurry, and carried out martial law and blockade with great fanfare.

After a busy day, he left with the servants, leaving nothing but broken plaques and dried excrement.

On the second day, the sky was slightly bright, and the government Yin Cui Zhitong appeared in the paper shop again with the officials, and seemed to attach great importance to this matter.

"The shop was smashed, but there was a result." On the second day, after Li Ke slept until he woke up naturally, he dressed neatly and asked Xiao Liuzi.

"No results yet, Lord Fu Yin, I was in the shop yesterday and was busy all day." Xiao Liuzi hurriedly explained to Li Ke.

"It's been a busy day on this matter." Li Ke asked in surprise.

"That's right, Lord Fu Yin is really a good person! For this reason, I stayed in the bunk for a whole day and didn't go anywhere. Xiao Liuzi praised

Li Ke pondered for a moment, raised his head and said coldly: "Let's go, take this king to have a look." ”