Saint of the Confucian way

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

In addition to scholars of Jinshi or higher rank, Xuanwu army collectively half knelt, apologized to the looted people in Ding County, and took out some treasures as compensation.

Zhou Mu Dong Wencong and governor Fang Shouye personally accepted Xuanwu's apology and said they would settle the looted people.

After apologizing, Xuanwu army did not look back and left in a hurry, very embarrassed.

Dingxian people were very excited. Just a few days ago, they scolded Dingxian County Magistrate, zhoumu and Fangyun because they were robbed. Even the monarch and Empress Dowager scolded them together. They believed that Xiangzhou would not be robbed by the army of Qingguo.

But today, what happened in front of them shocked them and made them find that Qingguo seems not to be the Qingguo of that year, and Jingguo is not the Jingguo of that 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 and knocked on the door to enter.

"Officer Dong Wencong, I've seen the governor." Dong Wencong smiled and entered the study.

"Sit down," Fang Yun said casually.

"I dare not be an officer." Dong Wencong said.

"What about Ding county? Someone is talking about it." Fang Yun said.

"Xuanwu army delayed for a long time, but no one came to Qingguo. They gave up their illusions and half knelt down to apologize. Alas, those Xiangzhou people said that they knew what it was to be proud of themselves for the first time after being Xiangzhou people for so many years." Dong Wencong lamented that he was clearly a middle-aged man, but he looked 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 Cultural Conference on August 15. At that time, dignitaries and scholars from all over the world will come. Don't be careless." Fang Yun said.

Dong Wencong was stunned and asked, "I don't understand. Although the Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting is one of the most important cultural meetings of the Terran every year, generally only Kong city invites dignitaries from various countries, which is particularly grand. Baling city has an average status in the Terran, and the annual mid autumn Festival cultural meeting is no different from other Festival cultural meetings. Do you want to hold a grand Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting?"

Fang Yun nodded gently and said, "I'm going to solve some things at the Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting. Haven't Xiangzhou people been shouting to let the name of Yueyang Tower pass the Yellow Crane Tower? This year is the best opportunity."

Dong Wencong said, "I'll mobilize all my forces to prepare. However... Can you disclose the specific scale? Is it at the level of great Confucianism, monarch or semi saint?"

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

Dong Wencong looked happy. Originally, he thought it was only the participation of ordinary great scholars. Now that it was at the monarch level, it meant that this cultural conference might be able to invite great figures at the monarchs, aristocratic family owners, literary giants of Wenzong or virtual saints of various countries, and there were no fewer.

"This is unprecedented in the history of Baling city. The lower officials must make full preparations and never let there be any mistakes in the text."

Fang Yun shook his head and said, "you can't stop the mistake. All you have to do is think about how to repair the mistake."

Dong Wencong immediately heard Fang Yun's overtones and asked in a low voice, "did something big happen that day?"

Fang Yun didn't answer. Dong Wencong was hesitating whether to ask. Fang Yun took out a piece of paper from his 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 headlines. Almost all her hair stands up. Every wisp of talent in her body seems to be ready and quickly stretches out her hands.

Dong Wencong took the page and looked at it. Her eyes widened and her breath was short.

After watching it three times, Dong Wencong looked up at Fang Yun and said with surprise and joy: "Sir, is this true?"

"Nature," Fang Yun said.

"Good! Good! Good! I'll hand it over to the people's Daily editorial hall!" Dong Wencong lifted his robe and ran out of Fang Yun's study. The officials in the prefecture government were stunned. The dignified Hanlin and zhoumu were so surprised that they would be scolded by the cabinet if they spread it.

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.

At dawn, there was a long line at the door of the literary academy bookstores in Xiangzhou, especially outside the literary academy bookstores in Baling city. They began to queue up last night. By 5 a.m., there were more than 30000 people at the door, of which more than 3000 came from outside Xiangzhou.

Having learned the lesson of the last time, this time the magistrate of baling and the magistrate of Baling county were like great enemies. Thousands of soldiers had been sent to the scene early to maintain order, and 50 sales points had been opened at the same time.

At 5:30 in the morning, the number of people in front of the bookstore of the State Academy of literature reached 50000.

At six o'clock, when the bookstore of the literary academy officially opened for sale, the whole street in front of the state literary academy was packed, with a total number of more than 100000. More than 10000 people came from outside Xiangzhou, most of them Jingguo people, and even some foreign booksellers.

A few days ago, after the news that the first issue of the people's daily was no longer on sale, scholars from all over the Terran nation wanted to buy the people's daily. The purchase price soared all the way. Now it has risen to 30 Liang silver, and it is still rising.

The annual income of a skilled worker in Baling city is less than fifteen liang of silver.

Many people even began to resell the founding issue of the people's daily, bought it at a low price from Xiangzhou people, and then sold it at a high price.

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

Even so, reselling min Bao has a market of tens of millions of silver, attracting many people to participate.

Some of the smartest people have long hoarded thousands of copies of Min Bao at low prices and are waiting for the opportunity to sell. Once they sell, they can get thousands of times in return.

"It's on sale!"

More than 100000 people were immediately excited. They stretched their heads forward and saw ox carts coming out. Each ox cart was loaded with a hill like newspaper. Many people looked forward to it.

Some people seem to see silver mountains coming towards them, some seem to see a spacious road of imperial examination, and others 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 literary academy has exceeded the sales scenes of most Wen Bao and Sheng Dao.

Yang Lin, a boy student, stood in the first position of a team and smiled as the servant unloaded the thick newspaper from the car.

On the second day of August, when the people's daily went on sale, he queued up for the first time because he wanted to buy Wen Bao and Shengdao, but he bought the first people's daily in the history of the human race, making him a celebrity of neighbors and friends. He has become a little famous in the whole baling city.

Some cultural conferences that would not have invited him also sent him invitations to make him proud among his relatives and friends.

Some people even offered twelve thousand taels of silver to buy his first "Min Bao", but he refused. He once joked to his relatives and friends that this "Min Bao" would be passed on to his children and grandchildren as a family heirloom.

Today, he was at the top again. Some people nearby recognized him as the first person to buy min Bao and whispered, which made Yang Lin extremely satisfied.

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

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