The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1715 Preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala

When Fang Yun and Yan Yukong passed the letter, most of the people in Ding County poured out of the city gate and saw a scene that Xiangzhou people had never seen before.

Except for scholars with Jinshi or higher degrees, the Xuanwu Army collectively knelt down, apologized to the people who had been plundered in Ding County, and gave some of their treasures as compensation.

State Shepherd Dong Wencong and Governor Fang Shouye personally accepted the Xuanwu Army's apology and stated that they would resettle the plundered people.

After apologizing, Xuanwujun hurriedly left without looking back, extremely embarrassed.

The people of Ding County were extremely excited. Just a few days ago, they cursed the magistrate of Ding County, Zhou Mu and Fang Yun for being robbed. They even cursed the king and the queen mother together. They decided that Xiangzhou might as well return to the Qing Kingdom. At least they won't be robbed by the Qing army.

But today, what happened in front of them shocked them, and they discovered that Qingguo no longer seemed to be the same Qingguo it used to be, and Jingguo was no longer the same Jingguo it used to be.

Later, 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.

"My lower official, Dong Wencong, has met the governor." Dong Wencong entered the study with a smile.

"Sit down." Fang Yun said casually.

"I don't dare to lower my rank." Dong Wencong said.

"How is the matter in Ding County? Some people are mentioning it in the discussion list." Fang Yun said.

"The Xuanwu Army delayed for a long time, but no one from the Qing Kingdom came. They gave up their illusions and half-knelt down to apologize. Alas, those Xiangzhou people said that after being Xiangzhou people for so many years, it was the first time they knew what it meant to feel proud." Dong Wencong It's quite emotional. He is obviously a middle-aged man, but he looks like an old man looking back on the past.

"Well, that's good. Starting today, put down all the sundries and start preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th. By then, dignitaries and scholars from various countries will come, so don't be careless." Fang Yun said.

Dong Wencong was stunned and asked: "I don't understand. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the most important cultural gatherings held by the human race every year, only the Kongcheng Conference usually invites dignitaries from all over the world, which is particularly grand. Baling City's status in the human race is mediocre, and every year The 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 am going to solve some things at the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference. Haven't the people of Xiangzhou been clamoring for the Yueyang Tower to be more famous than the Yellow Crane Tower? This year is the best opportunity."

Dong Wencong said: "I accept the order, and I will mobilize all my forces to prepare, but... can you reveal the specific scale? Is it at the Confucian level, the monarch level, or the semi-saint level?"

Fang Yun did not answer immediately. He thought for a moment and said, "Above the king."

Dong Wencong looked happy. He originally thought that only ordinary scholars would participate. But now that it is at the level of kings, it means that this cultural conference may be able to invite kings of various countries, heads of aristocratic families, Wenzong literary giants, or big figures at the Xusheng level, and there are not only a few. .

"This is unprecedented in the history of Baling City. I will definitely prepare with all my heart and make sure Wen will not make any mistakes."

Fang Yun shook his head and said, "You can't prevent mistakes. What you have to do is think about how to fix them after they occur."

Dong Wencong immediately heard what Fang Yun was saying and asked in a low voice, "Did something big happen that day?"

Fang Yun did not answer, and 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 Min Bao."

Dong Wencong has been waiting for the headlines, with almost all the hairs on his hair standing on end. Every ounce 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 breathing became rapid.

After reading it three times, Dong Wencong raised his head and looked at Fang Yun, and said with surprise and joy: "Sir, is this true?"

"Naturally." Fang Yun said.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I'll hand it over to the editor of Minbao now!" Dong Wencong lifted the front of his robe and ran out of Fang Yun's study. The officials in the prefecture were stunned. The dignified Hanlin prefect unexpectedly If this was spread, the cabinet would definitely reprimand him.

Early morning on August 12th.

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

At dawn, there are long queues at the door of the liberal arts and bookstores in various places in Xiangzhou, especially outside the state liberal arts bookstore in Baling City. They started queuing up last night. By 5 o'clock in the morning, there were more than 30,000 people at the door. , more than 3,000 of them came from outside Xiangzhou.

Based on the lessons learned from the last time, this time the Baling prefect and county magistrate were facing a formidable enemy and had already dispatched thousands of soldiers to the scene early to maintain order, and at the same time opened fifty sales points.

At 5:30 in the morning, the number of people in front of the Zhouwenyuan bookstore reached 50,000.

At six o'clock, when the Wenyuan bookstore officially opened for sale, the entire street in front of the Zhouwenyuan was packed. The total number of people exceeded 100,000, and more than 10,000 people came from outside Xiangzhou, most of whom were from Jingguo. There are even some out-of-town booksellers.

A few days ago, after the news came out that the first issue of "Min Bao" was no longer for sale, scholars from all over the human race have been buying "Min Bao". The purchase price has skyrocketed. Now it has risen to thirty taels of silver a piece, and it is still rising. high.

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

Many people actually began to resell the first issue of "Minbao", buying it from Xiangzhou people at a low price, and then selling it at a high price.

However, more than half of the people in Xiangzhou cherish this "Min Bao" and keep it in their collections. Only a few people are willing to sell it.

Even so, the market for reselling "Min Bao" is worth tens of millions of silver, which has attracted many people to participate.

The smartest part of the people have already hoarded thousands of "Min Bao" at low prices, waiting for the opportunity to sell them. Once they sell them, they can get thousands of times the return.

"Sale!"

More than 100,000 people were immediately excited. They stretched their heads forward and saw a number of ox carts coming out. Each ox cart was loaded with small mountains of newspapers. Many people showed expectant eyes.

Some people seemed to see a mountain of silver coming towards them, some people seemed to see a wide road to the imperial examination, and some people seemed to see the future of their children...

The people present began to line up to buy "Min Bao" with different purposes.

The flow of people in front of the Zhou Wenyuan Bookstore has exceeded the sales of most "Wen Bao" and "Sheng Dao".

The student Yang Lin stood at the first position of a team, smiling as the officers unloaded the thick newspapers from the car.

On the second day of August when the Minbao went on sale, he was the first to line up because he wanted to buy the Wenbao and Shengdao, but by chance he bought the first Minbao in the history of the human race, which made him a celebrity among his neighbors and friends, and he was already well-known in the whole Baling City.

Some literary gatherings that would not have invited him originally also sent him invitations, making him proud among his relatives and friends.

Some people even offered 1,000 taels of silver to buy his first Minbao, but he refused them all. He once half-jokingly told his relatives and friends that this Minbao would be passed down to his descendants as a family heirloom.

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

When the Minbao went on sale, he couldn't wait to pay for the first Minbao and quickly went to read the front-page headlines.

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