Saint of the Confucian way

On the second day of August, the sky in Baling city is clear, the morning wind passes over the faces of pedestrians with the cool of autumn, and the scorching sun shines on the earth without fear of autumn.

In the morning light, a few readers went to the bookstore next to the state literary academy. Although the holy way and Wen Bao were released yesterday, not everyone had purchased them. It often took a month for the literary academy bookstore to remove the last issue of holy way and Wen Bao.

Yang Lin is an ordinary child. He is over 20 years old. There is nothing special in his family background, appearance or all aspects.

He was in his hometown a few days ago and came back last night. He didn't meet a bookseller. He wanted to read the holy way and Wen Bao. He had to come early in the morning and go back for breakfast after buying it.

He was at the front of the line, with only more than ten people behind him. At the same time yesterday, at least 3000 people gathered here.

When the bookshop was officially sold, Yang Lin handed out a few brass coins as usual. Lang said, "a copy of the holy way and a copy of the Wen Bao!"

But no one answered.

As soon as Yang Lin frowned, he found that the six shop assistants who should have come to collect money were all holding something stacked with more than a dozen large papers. Everyone's expression was very wonderful and changing.

Yang Lin secretly said that the clerk in the current bookstore was becoming more and more disrespectful, but it was not easy to say it directly. He had to tap the wooden counter in front of him. Lang said, "a copy of the holy way, a copy of the Wen Bao!"

However, the six clerks still turned a deaf ear.

With a dark face, Yang Lin quietly looked at the six clerks. He had made a decision. After buying the holy way and Wen Bao, he went to the literary academy to report these clerks. He simply ignored people.

An old scholar behind the team angrily said, "you can't sell on time. What's the matter?"

A kind-hearted boy suddenly shouted, "what are you looking at? It seems to be a new book?"

At this time, a clerk said casually, "this is the people's daily, which has just been on sale today."

"Min Bao?" Yang Lin's heart was extinguished by doubts. He turned and looked at each other with the customers behind him. He didn't know what it was.

"What is min Bao?" the old scholar shouted.

"Min Bao is a newspaper jointly founded by Fang Xusheng, Xiangzhou officials and Fang's library. It is equivalent to Wen Bao or local residence newspapers, but it is different from Wen Bao or residence newspapers. Oh, sorry, I'm so fascinated! Sorry, everyone!" the clerk quickly smiled and apologized, took a penny out of his pocket and put it into the cash box, Then carefully fold the people's daily and put it into your clothes from your chest.

Seeing the clerk's move, all the readers present instinctively realized that the Min Bao was very unusual, not to mention that it had something to do with Fang Xusheng.

Yang Lin asked, "is this min Bao a penny?"

"Yes, min Bao is very cheap. It's said to be the cost price. It's different from ordinary words. It seems to be called... By the way, it's called 'Song typeface'. It's said that Fang Xusheng is dedicated to min Bao Creation, even temporarily let the work hall send someone to transform the printing workshop in quanxiangzhou. I'm not used to it. Fang Zhengzheng loses the essence of calligraphy, but I just saw it for a while and found that it seems very suitable for printing. "

While nagging, the clerk handed Yang Lin the holy way and Wen Bao.

Yang Lin's heart moved, took out another penny and said, "give me a copy of the people's daily."

The clerk picked up a copy of the people's daily, held it in his hands, respectfully handed it to Yang Lin and said with a smile, "you are baling city... No, Xiangzhou or even the human race." hehe, look at this article about Jingguo. No, it says it's called news. Although it doesn't say it directly, it can be seen that Zuo Xiang is obstructing Fang Xusheng! Liu Shan, a traitor, should really put him in a three foot cage! "

The bookstore of the State Academy of literature has always opened very early, but not many people come to buy books and newspapers early on the second day of August, and even booksellers rarely come early.

However, the street in front of the Zhouwen academy is one of the most prosperous streets in the whole baling city and even Xiangzhou. Even in the early morning of more than six o'clock, many people passed by.

Those people took a casual look and saw that more than ten people were reading with large paper in front of the bookstore. Some people just felt curious and continued to move forward, but others suspected that it was a new thing, so they walked over and asked.

Slowly, there were more and more people at the gate of the State Academy of Arts.

At first, people just held the people's daily. Later, people who had read the people's daily were divided into different small groups to discuss according to their favorite content. Some discussed the news of Xiangzhou, some discussed the current politics of Jingguo, and some were exchanging guidance on the children's test.

Gradually, more and more people came, and everyone who left would talk about min Bao to his acquaintances.

With the passage of time, people everywhere in Baling city went to the bookstore of the literary academy. The booksellers smelled the business opportunities and ran wildly with their carts.

The same scene was staged in the cities of Xiangzhou.

However, in just one hour, the number of people in front of the bookstores of the literary institutes in Xiangzhou has exceeded yesterday.

For a moment, people all over Xiangzhou were talking about the people's daily. I don't know that the people's daily can't even talk to others.

The people's daily is completely popular.

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