When Fang Yun and Yan Yukong passed the book, most of the people of Ding County poured out of the city gate and watched a scene that the people of Xiangzhou had never seen before. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Except for the scholars of Jinshi or higher ranks, the Xuanwu army collectively knelt down, apologized to the people who were looted in Ding County, and took out some treasures as compensation.

Governor Dong Wencong and Governor Fang Shouye personally accepted the apology of the Xuanwu Army and said that they would resettle the plundered people.

After apologizing, Xuanwu Jun left in a hurry without looking back, extremely embarrassed.

The people of Ding County were extremely excited, just a few days ago, they were scolded for being plundered Ding County Order, State Pastor and Fang Yun, and even the monarch and the Queen Mother were scolded together, thinking that Xiangzhou might as well return to Qingguo, at least it would not be robbed by the Qingguo army.

But today, what happened in front of them shocked them, and they found that Qingguo no longer seemed to be the Qingguo of the past, and Jingguo was not the Jingguo of the year.

Subsequently, Dong Wencong, Fang Shouye and others returned to Baling City.

When he returned to Baling City, it was already night, Dong Wencong came to Fang Yun's study alone, knocked on the door and entered.

"Xiaguan Dong Wencong, I have seen the Governor. Dong Wencong smiled and entered the study.

"Sit down. Fang Yun said casually.

"The lower officials don't dare. Dong Wencong said.

"What about Ding County, some people are talking about it. Fang Yundao.

The Xuanwu army delayed for a long time, but no one from Qingguo came, they gave up their illusions and apologized on their knees. Alas, those Xiangzhou people said that after being an Xiangzhou person for so many years, they knew for the first time what it meant to be proud. Dong Wencong was quite emotional, obviously a middle-aged man, but he looked like an old man looking back on the past.

"Well, that's fine. From today onwards, put down all miscellaneous items and start preparations for the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, when the time comes, there will be dignitaries and scholars from all over the world, and we must not be sloppy. Fang Yundao.

Dong Wencong was stunned for a moment and asked, "I don't understand a little." Although the Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the most important cultural gatherings of the human race every year, only Kongcheng will invite important members from various countries, which is particularly grand. Baling City has a mediocre status in the human race, and the annual Mid-Autumn Festival is no different from other festivals. Do you want to hold a grand Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Fang Yun nodded lightly and said, "I'm going to settle some things at the Mid-Autumn Festival, haven't the people of Xiangzhou been clamoring to let Yueyang Tower's fame overpower the Yellow Crane Tower? ”

Dong Wencong said: "The subordinate receives the order, so mobilize all the forces to prepare, but ...... Can you tell us the specific scale? Is it at the level of Confucianism, or at the level of monarchs, or at the level of semi-saints?"

Fang Yun didn't answer immediately, thought for a moment, and said, "Above the monarch." ”

Dong Wencong's face was overjoyed, he thought that it was just an ordinary Confucian who participated, but now since it is at the monarch level, it means that this literary meeting may be able to invite monarchs from various countries, family heads, Wenzong writers or big figures at the level of virtual saints, and there are no longer a few.

"This is unprecedented in the history of Baling City, and the lower officials must be prepared with all their hearts and will not let the text have any mistakes. ”

Fang Yun shook his head and said, "You can't stop the mistake, what you have to do is to think about how to fix the mistake after it occurs." ”

Dong Wencong immediately heard Fang Yun's voice clearly, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that something big happened that day?"

Fang Yun didn't answer, Dong Wencong was hesitating whether to ask, Fang Yun took out a piece of paper from the desk, handed it to Dong Wencong, and said, "This is the front page headline of tomorrow's "Minbao". ”

Dong Wencong had been waiting for the headlines, his hairs were almost standing up, and every wisp of talent in his body seemed to be ready, and he hurriedly stretched out his hands.

Dong Wencong took the page and looked at it, his eyes widened and his breath was short.

After watching it three times, Dong Wencong raised his head and looked at Fang Yun, and said in surprise and joy: "My lord, is this true?"

"Naturally. Fang Yundao.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! The next official will go and hand it over to the editorial hall of the "People's Daily"!" Dong Wencong lifted his robe in front of him, and trotted out of Fang Yun's study, and the officials in the state government were dumbfounded.

Early in the morning of August 12.

The sun seems to be afraid of the coolness of autumn, hiding at the end of the east and refusing to come out.

The sky is bright, there is a long queue at the door of the bookstore of the Academy of Literature in Xiangzhou, especially outside the bookstore of the State Academy of Literature in Baling City, which has been queuing since last night, and by five o'clock in the morning, there are more than 30,000 people at the door, of which more than 3,000 people are from outside Xiangzhou.

With the lesson of the last time, this time the prefect and the prefect of Baling were like a great enemy, and they had already sent thousands of soldiers to the scene early to maintain order, and at the same time opened 50 sales points.

At half past five in the morning, the number of people at the door of the bookstore of the State Academy of Literature reached 50,000.

At six o'clock, when the bookstore of the Literary Academy officially went on sale, the entire street in front of the State Literary Academy was crowded, and the total number of people had exceeded 100,000, and more than 10,000 people came from outside Xiangzhou, most of whom were from Jingguo, and even some booksellers from other places.

A few days ago, after the news came out that the inaugural issue of "Minbao" was no longer for sale, people from all over the Terran begged to buy "Minbao" one after another, and the purchase price skyrocketed, and now it has risen to 30 taels of silver a piece, and it is still rising.

The annual income of a skilled worker in Baling City is less than fifteen taels of silver.

Many people even began to resell the inaugural issue of Minbao, buy it from the people of Xiangzhou at a low price, and then sell it at a high price.

However, more than half of the people in Xiangzhou cherish this "Minbao" and keep it for collection, and only a few people are willing to sell it.

Even so, there is a market for tens of millions of silver to resell the "Minbao", which attracts many people to participate in it.

Some of the smartest people have already hoarded thousands of copies of the "People's Daily" at a low price, and are waiting for the opportunity to make a move, and once they do, they can get a thousand times the return.

"It's on sale!"

More than 100,000 people suddenly became excited, stretched out their heads and looked forward, and saw one after another ox carts coming out, each of which was loaded with a hill of newspapers, and many people showed expectant eyes.

Some people seem to see mountains of silver coming towards them, some people seem to see a spacious imperial examination road appear, and some people seem to see the future of their children......

With different purposes, the people present began to line up to buy the "People's Daily".

The flow of people in front of the bookstore of the State Academy of Literature has exceeded the sales scene of most of the "Wenbao" and "Holy Dao".

Tong Sheng Yang Lin stood at the head of a team, smiling as the messenger unloaded the thick newspaper from the cart.

On the day of the release of "Minbao" on the second day of the eighth month, he was the first to queue up because he wanted to buy "Wenbao" and "Shengdao", but he accidentally bought the first "Minbao" in the history of the human race, making him a celebrity among neighbors and friends, and he was already a little famous in the entire Baling City.

Some literary associations that would not have invited him also sent him invitations to make him raise his eyebrows among relatives and friends.

Some people even offered 1,000 taels of silver to buy the first copy of the "Minbao" in his hand, but he refused, and he once half-jokingly told his relatives and friends that this "Minbao" would be regarded as a family heirloom and passed on to his children and grandchildren.

Today, he was once again at the front, and some people nearby recognized him as the first person to buy the "Minbao" and whispered about it, which made Yang Lin extremely satisfied.

When the "Minbao" went on sale, he couldn't wait to pay for the first copy of the "Minbao" and quickly read the headlines.

. (To be continued.) )