Chapter 750

The market of Tonghui square is very open.

Compared with other markets, there is simply no one here.

Let alone vendors, there are few children playing. Everyone knows that the people of Tonghui square have gone to Kushan to make a fortune.

Therefore, where will these businessmen who pursue capital and profit come here?

However, today, Tonghui square is a fierce fire

I don't know who it was, holding a paper that people haven't seen before, suddenly appeared in Tonghui square, and spread rapidly in Chang'an city with a spark.

At first, I could see some of these papers by chance in the teahouse and tavern.

But a moment later, some women and children appeared on the street of tonghuifang. They carried bamboo baskets and gave the man a piece of white paper.

Paper is rare.

After all, ordinary people, who can see this thing?

Even if it's a hundred Wen and a kilo of straw paper, they rarely use it, let alone a thousand Wen and a kilo of rice paper. But today, there's a strange thing. I don't know where people came from. They gave away a kind of white paper they haven't seen before.

At first, they thought it was the fun of the western regions, but slowly they found that in the lower right corner of the paper, there were four small block letters of Bailu academy!

When I see these words.

Everyone was stunned.

"Are these white papers instigated by the people of the White Deer academy?"

Everyone has such doubts.

The women and children who handed out paper ignored them and just continued to walk along Tonghui square to Dongshi.,

"Come and go, don't miss it!"

"Where can I find the best white paper?"

"Come and have a look! Do you want free white paper?"

With bursts of cries, people gathered more and more. Niu Weili of Chang'an yamen also got a piece of white paper, frowned and stared at several small regular letters of white deer academy, and murmured, "is this paper made by Lord Zhang?"

Niu Weili has been paying attention to Zhang Feng since he came here.

There's no way. There's an inch of land and an inch of gold in Chang'an city. Maybe you can meet someone who can't be provoked when you pee. Of course, this Zhang Feng belongs to the existence that Niu Weili can't afford.

After Zhang Feng went up the mountain, Niu Weili paid special attention to his every move.

Every time something was uploaded from the collapse mountain, Niu Weili had the illusion that 300000 pigs went up the collapse mountain. If anyone else, he would have cut off the head of the government, but the next day there were a lot of marinated meat in Chang'an City, and it was still pork!

This kind of stewed meat not only has no smell of smell, but also is soft, waxy, crispy and delicious, which makes people can't stop. After that, the great Confucian came to the door, the three generals arrived together, and the industries of the young men in Chang'an City were all replaced by this stewed meat shop, one by one, which can make Niu Weili tremble every time he heard it.

And now?

This Lord Zhang has instigated this thing again in such a short time. What are you doing?

Does this make people live in peace?

Niu Weili suddenly felt that the county government of Chang'an City couldn't wait. Lord Zhang gave you a wave of unexpected things these three days, which made people live?

Niu Weili rubbed the paper gently on his face, and then wanted to write something, but after thinking about it, he finally changed into the smallest pen and wrote Niu Weili in one corner of the white paper.

Compared with the rice paper before, Niu Weili couldn't sit still.

Whether it's the ink ability of paper or anything, it's ten percent better than rice paper!

After writing on rice paper, you need to at least dry a cup of tea, but what about this white paper?

It only takes a few seconds to dry completely!

"Someone!"

"Someone!"

"Give me someone!"

In Niu Weili's hurried cheers, the Yamen stumbled into Niu Weili's bedroom.

"What's the matter, my lord?"

"Come on, go and give me the paper of all the people who distribute this paper on the street! I can't! I'll pay for their paper!"

The Yamen servant couldn't help looking bitter when he heard the speech.

He took out several folded neat papers from his arms and said, "my Lord, I've asked you. You don't sell those papers for how much!"

"What?"

"Don't sell? Is there a fool who doesn't make money in this world?"

Niu Weili was confused.

The Yamen servant said more bitterly: "you don't know, sir. Even if the imperial college teachers come in person, those circuitous women don't sell at all!"

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And that?

What is this?

Such good paper

Suddenly, Niu Weili seemed to think of something. He hurriedly took off his official robe and asked, "how many people have sent paper? Where have they gone now?"

"This... I don't know. At first, there were only about a dozen people, but now there are basically all the streets and alleys of Chang'an city. Moreover, there are dozens of people lining up at the Qixia gate of Mingde Anhua in Chang'an city. All the people entering and leaving the city send messages! Now the gate is basically unable to let cars and horses pass."

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