Early morning.
When the first ray of sunlight shone on the majestic east gate of Chang 'an City, the entire city was in an uproar. It was as if a sleeping giant had opened its eyes.
What was different from the past was that there was more noise and expectation in Chang 'an City today, because today was the release day of the Mo Family's Magazine. The advertising poem of the Mo Family would be released today.
"Shopkeeper Pan, has the Mo Jiazi arrived yet?"
Pan Family Restaurant had just opened its doors when Scholar Sun rushed in to wait.
"Oh! So it's Scholar Sun! "Shopkeeper Pan was still tidying up the counter when he saw Scholar Sun enter.
"Normally, it should have been delivered by this time. But today, for some reason, it hasn't arrived yet!" Shopkeeper Pan was also puzzled.
"Oh! I also didn't receive the newspaper, so I came here to take a look. " Scholar Sun was slightly disappointed. Scholar Sun had also subscribed to the Mo Jiazi for half a year. But today, it was indeed late, so he couldn't help but come to take a look.
After a few months of publication, the Mo Jiazi had almost become a part of Chang 'an City's daily life. News from all over the world could be obtained through the Mo Jiazi. Usually, one could drink tea and read the Mo Jiazi to understand the news from all over the world. It was also enough to chat with friends.
Of course, the prosperity of the Mo Jiazi wasn't without envy. There were people who wanted to copy the Mo Jiazi's path. Although the technology of engraving printing had already spread, how many people could obtain news from the Mo Family Village?
Now, the Mo Family Village's news sources had already expanded to the Sichuan region in the south, Luoyang in the east, and even the grasslands in the north. Every time a barbarian merchant arrived in the west, Mo Jiazi's brother would be the first to gather news. The Mo Jiazi now was very similar to the comprehensive newspapers of the future.
"Don't worry, Scholar Sun. The Mo Family's printing press is very close to the Pan Family Restaurant. Every time, it will be delivered immediately. I believe that it will arrive very soon." Shopkeeper Pan said.
"Alright, since I have nothing to do, I'll wait here for a while." Scholar Sun said.
Immediately, Shopkeeper Pan's nephew brought a pot of tea, brewed it, and placed it in front of Scholar Sun.
"Is Master Sun waiting for Mo Jiazi's poem?" Shopkeeper Pan's nephew asked with a smile.
"Oh! Little Pan, you also know about Mo Jiazi's poem today? "High Scholar Sun raised his teacup and asked curiously.
"Look at what Old Master Sun is saying. Who doesn't know about Mo Jiazi's poems? A few days ago, he released three articles in a row, and the customers who came and went were full of praise. This little one's ears are about to grow calluses from listening to it, "Little Pan said excitedly.
"Oh! Let me give you a test. Recite the song 'Spring Dawn' to me! "Scholar Sun said with interest.
Little Pan immediately put down the tray, patted his clothes, and stood up straight. "Sleeping in spring without knowing the dawn, mosquitoes everywhere … no, birds everywhere."
Little Pan quickly memorized Spring Dawn. Although he was almost led astray by Mo Jiazi's crooked poem, in the end, fortunately for Mo Jiazi.
"Looks like Mo Jiazi's poems are really popular in Chang 'an this time. Even the waiters in the restaurants can recite them." Juren Sun sighed. He was looking forward to Meton's poems.
"Whoa!"
A carriage stopped in front of the restaurant where Manager Pan was.
"Manager Pan, here are your magazines!" A child from the Mo Family Village alighted from the carriage, carrying a stack of magazines that had been prepared in advance. He placed them in front of the counter and dashed off to the next restaurant.
Mo San was now rich and overbearing. Furthermore, the Mo Family Village did not lack horses. He directly gave the paperboy a horse carriage and in the shortest time possible, he sent the newspaper to the customers in Chang 'an City who had been subscribing for more than half a year.
Using the young master's words, this was the customer experience. Mochi had always kept this in mind.
"It's already here!"
Juren Sun immediately stood up in surprise. He quickly walked to the counter, grabbed a magazine, and flipped through it.
The Pan Family Restaurant had ordered a total of twenty magazines. Manager Pan and Little Pan were not to be outdone. They also picked up the magazines to read.
"It's here!" Little Pan pointed at the magazine in surprise.
"The plum blossom, the plum blossom is not willing to surrender in the battle of spring. The plum blossom's beard is three parts whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the plum blossom's fragrance. "Little Pan began to read.
"Good poem!" Juren Sun's spirits were lifted. He enjoyed the poem as if he was bathing in the spring breeze. At the same time, he felt a little regretful. The battle of the plum blossom had been going on for a long time. Why didn't he think of it? However, Mo Jiazi's poem did not disappoint him.
"The plum blossom's beard is three parts whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the plum blossom's fragrance!" Juren Sun carefully chewed on the poem. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the sweetness in his mouth. The regret of not being able to guess the plum blossom disappeared.
"Sigh, what a pity. Why didn't I think of plum blossom? When it snows, the plum blossoms are in full bloom! " Manager Pan said regretfully. He was not a scholar like Juren Sun. He was a businessman who calculated carefully. If he could get five kilograms of snow salt, wouldn't he be able to save some money for the restaurant?
With the release of Mo Magazine, Moton's "Snow Plum Blossom" quickly spread throughout Chang 'an City.
Chang 'an was filled with cries of anguish. Many people were regretting it. This was a battle of the plum blossom. Such a simple poem, how could he not think of it?
Of course, there were also many voices of joy. This time, only a hundred people were able to guess the poem correctly. With a wave of his hand, Meton gave out five kilograms of snow salt to everyone who guessed the poem correctly.
"Hahaha, twenty copies of the magazine for twenty articles! Five kilograms of snow salt is worth a few hundred coins. This is a good deal! " A shrewd fellow bought twenty copies of the magazine and finally guessed the poem correctly. He was so excited that he laughed out loud.
The people around him were vexed. Why didn't they think of this idea?
Song Shichao looked at the five kilograms of snow salt in his hands. He was so excited that his eyes were brimming with tears. He did not think that he would be able to guess the poem correctly.
"Peng!"
He placed the five kilograms of snow salt in front of his wife. Song Shi was so shocked that her mouth was wide open.
"This is snow salt?" Song Shi looked at the pure white salt in her hands in disbelief. She couldn't help but pinch a little into her mouth. Immediately, a salty taste filled her mouth. It was completely different from the bitter taste of the coarse salt that she usually ate.
"Of course!" Song Shichao said proudly. Looking at his wife's shocked eyes, he only felt that the depression in his heart was swept away.
With the spread of the magazine in Chang 'an, the poem "Snow Plum Blossom" was completely popular in Chang' an.
In just half a month, Mo Jiazi had released four poems that were very popular. At this moment, Mo Jiazi's talent was overwhelming Chang 'an.
"Children should be like Mo Jiazi!" Countless people lamented. If only their children had Mo Jiazi's talent!
Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes saw a small advertisement in the middle of the magazine.
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