Chapter 187

early morning.

When a ray of sunshine shines on the magnificent East Gate Tower of Chang'an City, the whole Chang'an city suddenly boils like a sleeping giant with his eyes open.

What is different from the past is that today's Chang'an City has more noise and expectation, because today is the day when Mohist magazine is released, and Mohist advertising poems will be released today.

"Shopkeeper pan, hasn't the ink magazine been delivered yet?"

As soon as the pan restaurant opened, sun Juren couldn't wait to come in and wait.

"Oh! It's sun Ju Ren!" shopkeeper pan was still sorting the counter. He was surprised to see sun Ju Ren come in.

"It's reasonable to say that it has been delivered at this time, but today at this time, I don't know why it hasn't arrived yet!" shopkeeper pan also wondered.

"Oh! I didn't receive the newspaper either, so I came here to have a look." sun Juren was slightly disappointed. Sun Juren also subscribed to half a year of ink magazines, but he really didn't receive it today, so he couldn't help coming to check it.

After several months of publication, ink magazine has almost been integrated into the daily life of Chang'an city. The ordinary news everywhere is understood through Ink magazine. Usually, I drink tea, watch ink magazines, understand local news, and chat with my friends.

Of course, the prosperity of ink periodicals is not without envy. Some people once wanted to copy the road of ink periodicals. Although engraving printing has spread, there are several news channels of Mohist village.

Now, the news source of Mojia village has expanded to Sichuan and Shu areas in the south, reaching Luoyang in the East, and even contacting the prairie in the north. Whenever Hu merchants arrive in the west, there will always be "good poetry" from the children of Mojia. Sun Ju people's spirit is refreshed and enjoy it like a spring breeze. At the same time, he is a little sorry. The dispute between Mei and Xue has a long history. Why didn't he think of it at that time? However, this poem of mojiazi did not disappoint him.

"Mei Xuxun's snow is three parts white, but the snow loses Mei's fragrance!" Sun Ju Ren chewed the snow plum carefully, and felt more and more sweet and delicious. The regret that he had not been able to guess Mei disappeared.

"Alas, it's a pity. Why didn't I think it was plum? When it snowed, it was just when the plum blossoms were blooming!" shopkeeper pan also regretted. He was not a scholar like sun Juren, but a careful businessman. If he could get ten kilograms of snow salt, wouldn't he be able to leave a sum of money for the restaurant.

With the publication of Ink magazine, Merton's snow plum quickly spread all over Chang'an city.

Chang'an city was full of wails and many people regretted. This was a simple poem like the struggle between Mei and Xue. Why didn't he think of it.

Of course, there were also a lot of ecstatic voices. Only a hundred people could guess correctly this time. Merton waved his big hand and sent ten kilograms of snow salt as long as he guessed correctly.

"Hahaha, twenty ink magazines are only twenty articles! Ten kilograms of snow salt is worth hundreds of articles. How can this business be cost-effective!" a smart guy bought twenty newspapers at once. Finally, he was right about the dispute between Mei and Xue and shouted excitedly.

The people around me were annoyed. Why didn't they think of this way?

Song Shichao looked at the ten kilograms of snow and salt in his hand. His eyes were filled with tears. He didn't think he had an idea. He really guessed it.

"Touch!"

Ten kilograms of snow and salt were heavily placed in front of his mother-in-law, and song's mouth opened in shock.

"This is snow salt?" Song couldn't believe it. He looked at the white salt in his hand and couldn't help pinching it in his mouth. Suddenly, a salty smell filled his mouth, completely without the bitterness of the crude salt he usually eats.

"Of course!" Song Shichao said proudly. Looking at his wife's shocked eyes, he only felt that his depression was cleared away.

With the spread of Ink magazine in Chang'an City, the well-known poem Xuemei completely spread all over Chang'an city.

However, in half a month, four well-known poems came out one after another. At this moment, the talent of mojiazi abused Chang'an city.

"Having children should be like the Mohist family!" countless people lamented. If only my children had the talent of the Mohist family!

Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes mixed a small advertisement in the middle of the ink magazine.

"Do you want to be your child and a child prodigy? Do you want your child to be as poetic as mojiazi? Please buy the exclusive poem writing secret collection of mojiazi, phonological enlightenment, so that your child can read at the age of three, recite poetry at the age of five, and writing poetry at the age of ten is not a dream!"