Jinyiwei Chen Hui took Xiao Zhen away in public at Jingu Garden.
Not long after, a piece of news that excited the people of Los Angeles spread quickly in the market.
Tomorrow evening, eight thousand anti-Japanese soldiers will pass through Luoyang, meet with General Xiao Zhen, and rush to the capital together!
The whole city of Los Angeles was in an uproar!
at the same time.
'Frontline reporter' Mr. Cui, along with his employees, worked overtime all night.
The official bulletin in the printing house began to be printed frantically!
When Old Cui recalled the dazzling demeanor of her beloved grandson in the Exiled Immortal Pavilion, she was so excited that she told her staff, "Print it! Print it as much as possible. There will be no problem selling it anyway!"
"Put Jia Shao's poem "The Depth of Tao" on the first page, and the handwriting must be eye-catching!"
"Hire dozens of temporary workers and go to various places in the city to sell tomorrow morning."
Looking at the piles of official newspapers in the printing house, the shopkeeper felt dizzy and said in a trembling voice: "Boss, these...are there too many prints?"
Old Cui's eyes were full of shrewdness: "A lot? Not much at all!"
"The audience of this issue of the official newspaper is not only the scholars in Luoyang, but also the entire Daliang literary and official circles!"
"Just wait and see, this issue of our "Eastern Capital Flower News" will definitely sell out!"
"Well, you pass on the instructions. Tomorrow, the purchase of Dongdu Flower News will be limited. Each person can only buy one copy! If you want to buy a second copy, you have to pay half the price!"
"If you want to buy a third copy, the price will double!"
ah?
The shopkeepers were all stunned.
Is there really anyone stupid enough to buy two copies of the gazette?
Facts have proved that
some!
And there is more than one such 'idiot'!
The next day.
It was just dawn.
Dozens of newspaper vendors pulled carts full of official newspapers and sold them throughout the city of Luoyang.
As expected, the whole city was looted!
"I want to buy it! Give me one now!"
"I must treasure Brother Jia Shao's poem "The Depths of Taoism"! After reading this poem, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night!"
“I want to buy ten!”
"What? You want to increase the price for the second portion? You black-hearted businessman! Then give me twenty more!"
"That's ridiculous! Why did you buy so much? You haven't bought the rest yet!"
The power of 'idols' is infinite.
Senior Brother Jia Shao has published a 'collection of his works'. As 'fans', readers must of course show their support and buy as many copies as possible!
As for what you said, there is no need for a person to buy several or dozens of official gazettes?
Of course it is necessary!
Now that you have an idol, do you want to show off?
So I had to buy a lot of newspapers at one time, and then mail them to my relatives, friends and classmates.
Look, look, this is my new idol, the peerless talent who made a sensation at the Luoyang Literary Society and spoke up for the anti-Japanese soldiers, Jia Shao!
Isn’t he awesome!
Except for 'Jia Shao fans'.
There are also countless people in the Daliang literary and official circles who are paying attention to the Luoyang Peony Literary Festival and Xiao Zhen's situation.
In ancient times, transportation was too slow and information was blocked. The official bulletin of "Dongdu Hua Xun" just filled these gaps.
Even if the price doubles, it cannot resist the strong market demand!
The whole Daliang is waiting eagerly!
therefore.
The Luoyang Peony Literature Festival not only recreated the grand occasion of "paper being in great demand in Luoyang".
Even the escort and courier businesses in Luoyang experienced an unprecedented surge, causing prices to soar.
Within a day, hundreds of messengers would leave Luoyang with the "Dongdu Flower News" bulletin and rush to various places in Daliang.
Old Cui was so anxious that he slapped his thigh!
I’m still inexperienced and careless!
The next time Xian Ge'er comes to Kaifeng to debate, she will definitely open a mail delivery agency in advance to make money from both ends!
And as "Dongdu Flower News" was sold out in Luoyang.
The content of the debate among the five talented scholars Jia, Shao, and the poem "Deep Points of Tao Qian" spread throughout the city of Luo.
On the streets, in the markets, in teahouses... people everywhere were talking excitedly about names like "Jia Shao" and "Xiao Zhen".
Even ordinary people can follow suit and say, "I have no desire to be a marquis, I just wish for peace at sea!"
This is the charm of brilliant poetry!
The whole Luoyang city was bustling with activity for the whole day.
evening.
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the blue bricks and black tiles of Luoyang city red.
As if they had agreed, countless people rushed to the outskirts of Luoyang city.
Cui Xian, Su Qi, He Xu, Meng Shen, Zhou Feiran and other talented people, as well as the prefect Zhao Heng, the co-prefect Qi Dongliang and others, climbed up to the gate tower of Luoyang City.
Under the gaze of countless eyes.
Smoke and dust suddenly rose on the horizon.
Eight thousand armored troops marched in orderly steps, rushing from the official road outside Luoyang City.
Iron boots vibrate the ground, swords and spears shine in the sun, and the neighing of war horses is like thunder.
On the city wall, the Luoyang defenders had already sounded the war drums, and the drum sounds swept across the city like a raging wave.
The gate of Luoyang city opened with a bang!
They are welcoming the heroes in their own way!
The people poured out like a tide.
A white-haired old woman held a pair of newly bought cloth shoes and tremblingly stuffed them into the hands of the soldiers.
A young child stood on tiptoe and handed over a peace amulet with peony pattern.
A middle-aged man pushed over a dozen jars of aged Du Kang, broke the mud seal, and roared with red eyes: "My fellow heroes! When we return victorious, I will prepare another hundred jars of fine wine to celebrate for you heroes!"
An old man knelt on the ground, holding out three spirit tablets, and wept: "Da Lang died in Jizhou, Er Lang died in Jinan, San Lang..."
Amid countless moving gazes.
The old man pulled out a Japanese sword from his waist with a trembling voice: "Now, my three sons have all died in the battle. This Japanese sword is all I have left! General, I am willing to use my withered hands to grind food and grass for the army for the rest of my life!"
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