I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 389
"It's confirmed. This afternoon, by the Qujiang Pool, a restaurant opposite to "Hongru" suddenly changed its signboard, with the four characters of "Datang Evening News" hanging on it. Judging by the posture, it is about to jump out and prepare for "Hongru" "Hongru" is in the ring..."

A middle-aged man with a thin figure and lightning-like eyes stood below like a javelin, looking at the dying Patriarch, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, he knew in his heart that the old man he had admired all his life was now coming to an end, With his passing away, I am afraid that there will be hundreds of years of glory of Jingzhao Webster.

"Playing in the arena—you think too highly of them. With the courage of the person behind the Tang Evening News, how could you see a mere "Hongru" in your eyes—that group of people, all short-sighted and indecisive, refused to listen to me at the beginning. In other words, a strong man breaks his wrist and fights with all his strength, but pins his hopes on a few children and secretly engages in some small tricks. The old man can assert that they will be defeated by that person sooner or later. The glory of the family is over. Let's go first..."

An abnormal blush suddenly appeared on Wei Changgeng's old face, and he coughed desperately, scarlet blood began to overflow from the corner of his mouth.The thin middle-aged man hurried forward, circulated his true energy, and stroked his chest a few times, Wei Changgeng was able to recover slightly.

"Please also take care of your body, and don't be emotional anymore—"

Wei Changgeng squeezed a smile out of his stiff face.He barely raised his hand and patted the back of the middle-aged man's hand.

"Zicheng, you have worked hard these years. The old man knows about his health. It has only been in the past few days. If you help the old man do this well, the relationship between you and our Wei family will be settled. From now on, we will be the same. Strangers, never in contact with each other..."

"Patriarch, the kindness towards Zicheng cannot be repaid with one's own life—he must repay the family with death—"

Wei Changgeng closed his eyes slightly, and didn't say any more.

"The Grandma Sun you asked to find out. According to the people around, that Grandma Sun once rescued the impoverished Marquis of Chang'an. The grandson of the mother-in-law went to the Imperial College to study, and recently bought a house in Chongyifang, under the guise of others, and gave it to them to live in. On the day of the move, even His Royal Highness King Shu and Wu Guogong and several other princes of the small country in their house were shocked. I helped in the past, and it was rumored in the capital for a while—"

The middle-aged man continued to report what Wei Changgeng had explained with his usual expression.

"It's great—the two things came to fruition at the same time, so let's do it—"

After Wei Changgeng finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, and blood foam kept gushing out from the corner of his mouth.The middle-aged man hurried forward and used his true energy to help channel the breath, while the senior manager standing next to him hurried out to call for a doctor.After tossing and tossing for a long time, Wei Changgeng's breath finally calmed down again, but he did not wake up.The middle-aged man named Zicheng took a deep look at the old man on the sick bed, and strode away without looking back.

The night was getting darker, and on Chang'an Avenue, except for the patrolling teams of Marquis Wu, there were no more shadows to be seen.However, under the shadow of the corner, two groups of people split up, one group quietly sneaked into Chongyi Square, and the other group went straight to Qujiang Pond under the cover of night.

After a while, there was a lot of killing by the Qujiang Pool.

The "Datang Evening News" newspaper office, which just opened its doors this afternoon, was suddenly attacked by a group of men in black.However, when this group of men in black did not expect, the resistance they encountered was extremely fierce.In a small newspaper office, there are dozens of masters hidden...

The whole battle suddenly fell into a stalemate.

A hint of anxiety flashed in Wei Zicheng's eyes.Although it is close to the south of the city and the patrol force is weak, the movement here is really too big. I am afraid that it will attract the attention of the city defense army in a short while, and by then the situation may be over.

"set fire!"

Wei Zicheng waved a newspaper guard and shouted in a low voice.

Destruction is always easier than protection. Although the newspaper's protection force is very strong, the men in black are obviously more dominant. What's more, they don't have any worries in their hearts?
The newspaper quickly caught fire.

Some ordinary workers who were hiding in the room could no longer hide and fled in panic.Several engraving masters and printing workers even desperately guarded the newly made layout and printed newspaper, and retreated.

The battle situation suddenly became incandescent.The fire here quickly attracted the attention of the patrol army, and they flew towards this side quickly.Wei Zicheng roared, dropped more than twenty corpses, and quickly retreated into the night.The newspaper office was afraid of being caught in a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain, so they didn't dare to catch up.

After the Patrol Army arrived and helped put out the fire, the entire newspaper office was already in a mess.A large area of ​​buildings burned down and a third of them were burnt down. What made Bu Xingshan disgraced the most was that more than a dozen of the brothers he brought with him died, and a craftsman who was responsible for the rigidity disappeared.The group of men in black who came here were like a group of lunatics, they were completely exchanging their lives for their lives, as if they never thought of going back alive...

Fortunately, most of the newspapers needed tomorrow were snatched up, and the engraved pages were successfully preserved, so tomorrow's discovery would not be delayed.However, he was still as big as a bucket.The engraving worker disappeared, if it fell into the other party's hands, wouldn't that mean that his mission failed this time?

Bu Xingshan couldn't sleep, and was so anxious that he kept pulling his hair out, not knowing how to explain to His Majesty Li Er after dawn.

Qujiang Pond was in full swing, but Chongyifang was like a stone thrown into the lake, only a few abnormal barkings were heard, and then there was no sound.

"Mother-in-law, I seem to have heard something outside just now, could it be that some thief has entered—"

Sun Awang sat up a little uneasy, and wanted to touch the tongs to light the oil lamp, but Grandma Sun held her down with her hand.

"It's cold, why go, it should be a wild cat, don't make a fuss—"

Although Sun Awang had some doubts in his heart, he obediently shrank back into his bed.The warm quilt quickly made him forget the doubts just now, and he fell into a sweet dream in a short while.On the contrary, Grandma Sun couldn't fall asleep, lying on the bed, staring at the dark roof until dawn.

Early the next morning, Wang Zi'an had just finished his morning exercise and was about to go back to the farm for breakfast when he saw Fang Zheng hurried over.It's winter, and the head is steaming while running, and it's obvious that the road is in a hurry.Wang Zi'an couldn't help but frowned slightly, and stopped to wait for him to come.

"Lang Jun, a group of men in black raided the newspaper office last night and took away a sculptor..."

Wang Zi'an raised his eyebrows in surprise. He knew how many elite personnel Li Shimin had arranged for the newspaper office, but he did not expect to be succeeded by others. Those aristocratic families are really not easy.

"It's okay, sooner or later..."

Wang Zi'an quickly adjusted his mood, and he didn't expect to be able to cover up this woodblock printing technology for a long time.Because engraved and printed books are very different from ordinary books, all the books are exactly the same.Even if the workers are not snatched away, I am afraid that people will soon discover the trick.The craftsmen of the Tang Dynasty were not dumber than those of later generations. On the contrary, because they did not have modern means to assist them, they developed their skills to a level that would be difficult for future generations to match.

"Last night—something happened to Grandma Sun..."

Before Fangzheng finished speaking, Prince An's expression changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)