Chapter 472

Name:Mohist Tang Author:jiang chen yi nu
"On February 2, the dragon looks up; big Cang is full, small Cang flows."

In Chang'an City, children running all over the street say this folk proverb and play with each other.

It is said that every day is the day when the Dragon King in charge of clouds and rain looks up; From then on, the rain will gradually increase to show that farming is about to begin.

Before February 2, most people in Chang'an City supported pancakes or ate fried beans at home. Many children also have the custom of shaving their heads. Many children keep a handful of fetal hair or full hair from childhood to pray for peace. When they grow to six or nine years old, they ask their uncles to cut off that handful of hair on the second day of February, and then their relatives and friends come to congratulate them.

Of course, it's not easy to cut this one. Uncles should seal a big red envelope.

However, on the second day of February this year, it was particularly lively. In addition to the long-awaited ink technology exhibition, the Confucian journal, which gathered a group of great scholars of Wenzong and worked hard to build, also issued its first issue today.

"It's said that several great scholars who have not been born for a long time have also been invited by the Confucian journal. This time, the Confucian journal must be full of words."

"It's an honor for us to be taught by the great Confucianism."

"Since this time, Confucianism has its own publication, and the way of saints will certainly be able to benefit the Tang Dynasty."

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In Chang'an City, many scholars were so excited that they ran around and called for the release of Confucian journals.

Wei Si'an and Quan Wanji walked along the streets of Chang'an city. When they heard the voices of scholars talking, they nodded with satisfaction.

"What the people want!" Quan Wanji said proudly.

"It's still the wise and resourceful people of power who can make the situation of Confucian journals popular before they start." Wei Si'an said excitedly. He paid more attention to the potential power brought by the popularity of Confucian journals.

"Confucianism has its own publications, which are in keeping with the trend. For a long time, although many predecessors are full of knowledge, they can only get out of the dust. The establishment of Confucian journals is a brilliant move for Confucianism and a gospel for students all over the world." Quan Wanji said confidently.

"Not bad!" Wei Si'an nodded and echoed. Yu Guang swept away and immediately saw the figure of teenage newsboys. These newsboys sell newspapers just to earn some living expenses. Since they can help ink magazines sell, they can also help Confucian magazines sell.

"Coming!" they were shocked. The success or failure of Confucian journals depends on today's achievements.

"Come on, give me a Confucian journal!"

"Give me one too!"

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Those who read books, hearing the word "Confucian journal", have generously offered to buy a Confucian journal. The price of Confucian journal is the same as that of ink journal. Everyone can afford it.

Soon, the Confucian journals in the hands of the newsboy were sold out,

"How many copies of Confucianism have been printed this time!" Quan Wanji suddenly asked.

"Five thousand!" said wesan proudly.

Five thousand Confucian periodicals have been put into Chang'an City, which is enough to balance the ink periodicals. The most important reason why ink periodicals are distributed more is that in addition to Chang'an City, ink periodicals are also sold to all Taoism in the Tang Dynasty.

"Continue to publish! I want scholars all over the world to see Confucian journals!" Quan Wanji waved his hand.

Wei Si'an suddenly said that Quan Wanji had nothing to say, but he didn't know that a penny at the selling price of Confucian journals was a loss. With manpower, carving workers and paper and ink, a penny was not enough. Despite the sponsorship of advertisers, it was still a drop in the bucket.

Every time a Confucian journal is printed, the Wei family will lose two articles. If only 5000 copies are printed in Chang'an City, the Wei family will not take it seriously. However, if it continues to be published, the Wei family will certainly suffer heavy losses.

"Yes!" answered wesan stoutly.

Now he has no way back. Now that he has reached this point, he can only catch up with the ducks and put them on the shelves. When Confucianism magazine completely breaks down ink magazine, all his efforts will be rewarded a hundred times.

Quan Wanji nodded with satisfaction, picked up the Confucian journal in his hand, opened it, looked at pieces of articles, and muttered to himself, "such a good article naturally needs to be circulated to people all over the world. This is the great prosperity of Confucianism."

Wei Si'an looked at the back of the Confucian journal in Quan Wanji's hand and couldn't help showing a trace of uncontrollable excitement.

"Mexican family, I hope you like the present for you this time." wesan murmured.

With the passage of time, the Confucian journal, which is expected by many people, has finally been sent to the hands of many scholars.

In Guozijian calligraphy, almost everyone has a Confucian journal.

"Good article! Worthy of being a great scholar of Wenzong!"

"The sound of Hong Zhong is thought-provoking and lingering for three days."

"This is our Confucian journal!"

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Calligraphy teaching assistants hold Confucian journals and applaud them one after another. Most of the literati invited by Quan Wanji are members of some articles. Once their poetry articles were published, they were immediately sought after by everyone.

"In my opinion, Ma Fuzi's article of Hongluo academy is the best. He said frankly that Mohism is not only a reflection, but also a voice of our hearts." a teaching assistant, Liu Yinian, a doctor of calligraphy, looked at it and shouted.

In Confucian journals, other people's articles were fair, or only publicized their own theories. However, master Ma directly attacked Mohism and was immediately pursued by many Confucian scholars.

"I think master Ma's statement is absolutely correct. The Mohist school is crazy. It's crazy to secretly make poison in the Mohist school!" Liu Yinian shouted in the Imperial College.

"Making poison?" people turned to the end one after another and were ecstatic when they saw this article.

"Heaven's evil can still live, but his own evil can't live! This time, you were caught making poison. It depends on your cunning." Liu Yinian said excitedly.

Soon, with the spread of Confucian journals, the news that Mojia village made poison quickly spread all over Chang'an city. Everyone was stunned. No one knew why Mojia village made poison well, and there was no market problem for Mojia Zi

In the palace.

"Making poison!" Li Shimin looked at the Confucian journal in his hand and a thick pile of memorials in front of him. He couldn't help humming angrily. It would be strange if the Mohist didn't cause something.

"Pound, do you believe that mojiazi can make poison?" Li Shimin asked pound.

Pound zhengse said: "according to the report of Confucian journal, it is obvious that we have mastered the human and material evidence. It is obvious that Mojia village must be making poison."

Li Shimin nodded with a headache. Obviously, Mojia village was caught this time.

Pound's words changed: "as for the purpose of this poison, we don't know. If your majesty summoned Marquis Mo to ask for clarification."

Li Shimin shook his head and said, "at this time, he must be preparing for the ink technology exhibition. I'll give him another chance. If he can't explain clearly at the ink technology exhibition, there will be only three divisions waiting for him."

"I want to come to the ink art exhibition!" Li Shimin shouted.

The last ink art exhibition benefited the whole Tang Dynasty a lot. Li Shimin naturally didn't want to miss the second ink art exhibition. Moreover, with the attention of Mohists, this ink art exhibition must be very important. This is also the reason why he put down the matter for the time being. If it were someone else, it would have been tried by the third division.