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While Fang Yun and Yan Yukong were sending messages, most of the people of Ding County rushed out of the city gates and saw a scene that the people of Xiangzhou had never seen before.
Apart from the scholars of Jinshi or higher, the Xuanwu Army all knelt down and apologized to the people of Ding County. They also took out some treasures as compensation.
Governor Dong Wencong and Governor Fang Shouye personally accepted the Xuanwu Army's apology and said that they would take care of the people who had been robbed.
After apologizing, the Xuanwu Army left in a hurry without looking back.
The people of Ding County were extremely excited. Just a few days ago, they had cursed the county magistrate, governor, and Fang Yun because of the robbery. They had even cursed the king and the empress dowager. They believed that Xiangzhou should have been returned to Gyeongo. At least they wouldn't have been robbed by Gyeongo's army.
But today, everything that had happened shocked them. They realized that Gyeongo was no longer the Gyeongo of the past, and Jingguo was no longer the Jingguo of the past.
Afterward, Dong Wencong, Fang Shouye, and the others returned to Baling City.
It was already night by the time they returned. Dong Wencong went to Fang Yun's study alone and knocked before entering.
"This official, Dong Wencong, greets the governor." Dong Wencong smiled as he entered the study.
"Have a seat," Fang Yun said casually.
"This official doesn't dare," Dong Wencong said.
"How was the incident in Ding County? Someone mentioned it on the list," Fang Yundao said.
"The Xuanwu Army delayed for a long time, but no one from Gyeongo came. They gave up on their fantasies and knelt down to apologize. Sigh, those people of Xiangzhou said that after being a citizen of Xiangzhou for so many years, this is the first time they know what it means to hold one's head high. "Dong Wencong was rather emotional. He was clearly a middle-aged man, but he seemed like an old man reminiscing about the past.
"Mm, that's good. From today onward, put down everything and start preparing for the Mid-Autumn Cultural Meet on the 15th of August. At that time, important officials and scholars from various countries will come. We can't be careless. "Fang Yundao.
Dong Wencong was taken aback. "This one doesn't quite understand. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Gathering was one of the most important cultural gatherings of the human race every year, only Kong City would invite important figures from various countries. It was exceptionally grand. Baling City's status in the human race was mediocre. Every year, the Mid-Autumn Festival was no different from any other festival. Are you planning to hold a grand Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Gathering? "
Fang Yun nodded lightly and said, "I'm preparing to settle some matters during the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Meeting. Haven't the people of Xiang Prefecture been clamoring for the Yue Yang Tower's fame to surpass that of Yellow Crane Tower? This year is the best opportunity. "
Dong Wencong said, "This official accepts the order. I will mobilize all the forces to prepare, but … can you disclose the specific scale? Is it at the level of a great scholar, a monarch, or a Half-saint? "
Fang Yun did not answer immediately. He thought for a moment and said, "Above the monarch level."
Dong Wencong's face lit up. He originally thought that there would only be ordinary great scholars participating. Since it was at the monarch level, it meant that this time's Cultural Gathering might be able to invite monarchs of various countries, the heads of aristocratic families, literary masters, or important figures at the level of Xusheng, and not just a few.
"This is unprecedented in the history of Baling City. This official will definitely prepare with all his heart and will not allow the Cultural Gathering to have any slip-ups."
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "You can't prevent slip-ups. What you need to do is to think about how to fix the slip-ups if they occur."
Dong Wencong immediately understood the meaning behind Fang Yun's words. He asked in a low voice, "Could it be that something big is going to happen that day?"
Fang Yun did not answer. Dong Wencong was hesitating whether or not to ask. Fang Yun took out a piece of paper from the desk and handed it to Dong Wencong, saying, "This is the headline of tomorrow's < < People's Daily > >."
Dong Wencong had been waiting for the headline the entire time. All his hair stood on end. Every strand of talent in his body seemed to be ready. He hurriedly stretched out his hands.
Dong Wencong took the paper and looked at it. His eyes widened and his breathing quickened.
After reading it three times, Dong Wencong raised his head and looked at Fang Yun. He said in surprise and joy, "Sir, is this true?"
"Naturally," Fang Yun said.
"Good! Good! Good! This official will immediately hand this over to the < < People's Daily > >'s editorial hall! " Dong Wencong lifted the front of his robe and ran out of Fang Yun's study. The officials in the provincial government were dumbfounded. The dignified provincial magistrate of the Hanlin Academy was acting like this. If word got out, he would definitely be reprimanded by the cabinet.
Early morning of the twelfth of the eighth lunar month.
The sun seemed to be afraid of the chill of autumn. It hid at the end of the east and refused to come out.
The sky was just beginning to brighten. Long lines had already formed in front of the doors of various academies and bookstores in Xiang Province. This was especially true of the bookstore of Baling City's Zhou Wen Academy. The line had started the previous night. By five o 'clock in the morning, there were already more than thirty thousand people at the door. Among them, more than three thousand came from outside Xiang Province.
With the lesson from last time, the prefect and district magistrate of Baling City acted as if they were facing a great enemy. They had already sent over a thousand soldiers to maintain order. At the same time, they had opened fifty sales outlets.
At half past five o 'clock in the morning, the number of people in front of the bookstore of the Zhou Wen Academy had reached fifty thousand.
At six o 'clock, when the bookstore of the Zhou Wen Academy officially opened for sale, the entire street in front of the Zhou Wen Academy was packed to the brim. The total number of people had already exceeded a hundred thousand. More than ten thousand people came from outside Xiang Province. Most of them were Jingguo people. There were even a few foreign booksellers.
A few days ago, after the news that the first issue of < < People's Daily > > would no longer be sold spread, scholars from all over the human race came to buy < < People's Daily > >. The purchase price had skyrocketed. Now, it had risen to thirty taels of silver per copy, and it was still rising.
The annual income of a skilled worker in Baling City was less than fifteen taels of silver.
Many people actually began to resell the first issue of < < People's Daily > >. They bought it from the people of Xiang Province at a low price and then sold it at a high price.
However, more than half of the people of Xiang Province treasured < < People's Daily > > and kept it for their collection. Only a few people were willing to sell it.
Even so, the market for < < People's Daily > > was worth tens of millions of taels of silver. It attracted many people to participate.
The smartest people had already hoarded more than a thousand copies of < < People's Daily > > at a low price. They were waiting for the right time to sell it. Once they did, they would receive a thousand times the return.
"It's open for sale!"
The hundred thousand people immediately became excited. They craned their necks to look forward. They saw ox carts coming out one after another. Each cart was loaded with a small mountain of newspapers. Many people had expectant gazes.
Some people seemed to see mountains of silver walking towards them. Some people seemed to see a wide road to the imperial examinations. Some people seemed to see the future of their children …
The people present all had different motives. They began to line up to buy < < People's Daily > >.
The flow of people in front of the bookstore of the Zhou Wen Academy had already surpassed the number of people selling < < People's Daily > > and < < Holy Path > >.
Tong Scholar Yang Lin stood at the front of a line. He smiled as he watched the runners unload the thick newspapers from the cart.
On the second day of the eighth month, the day < < People's Daily > > went on sale, he was the first to line up because he wanted to buy < < People's Daily > > and < < Holy Path > >. However, due to a strange combination of circumstances, he bought the first < < People's Daily > > in human history. This made him a celebrity among his neighbors and friends. He was already somewhat famous in Baling City.
Some literary gatherings that would not have invited him also sent him invitations. This allowed him to hold his head high among his friends and family.
Someone even offered him a thousand taels of silver for his first copy of < < People's Daily > >, but he refused. He had once jokingly told his friends and family that this < < People's Daily > > would be a family heirloom that would be passed down to his descendants.
Today, he was once again at the front of the line. Some people nearby recognized him as the first person to buy < < People's Daily > > and whispered among themselves. This made Yang Lin feel extremely satisfied.
When < < People's Daily > > went on sale, he could not wait to pay for the first copy and quickly read the headlines.
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