"On the second day of the second month, the dragon raises its head; the big storehouse is full, the small storehouse is flowing."
In the city of Chang 'an, the streets were full of children, saying this folk proverb and playing with each other.
It is said that on this day the Dragon King, who is in charge of the clouds and rain in the sky, raises his head; and from then on the rain will gradually increase to show that farming is about to begin.
Previously, on the second day of February, most of the people in Chang 'an City were eating pancakes or fried beans at home. There were also many children who had the custom of shaving their heads. Many children kept a small tuft of hair or all of it since they were young to pray for blessings and safety. When they were six or nine years old, on the second day of February, they would ask their uncle to cut off that tuft of hair. Then, their relatives and friends would come to congratulate them.
Of course, this was not easy to cut. As her uncle, he had to give her a big red packet.
However, the second day of the second month of this year was especially lively. Other than the ink technique exhibition that everyone had been looking forward to, there was also the Confucian journal that gathered a group of scholars and scholars to create, which was also releasing its first issue today.
"I heard that several great Confucian scholars who have not appeared in the world for a long time have also been invited by the Confucian Journal. This time, the Confucian Journal will definitely be a gem."
"If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening. It is our honor to be able to receive the teachings of the great Confucian."
"From now on, our Confucian school will have its own journal. The Way of the Sage will definitely benefit the Tang dynasty."
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In Chang 'an City, many scholars were excited. They were running around, waiting for the release of the Confucian journal.
Wei Sian and Quan Wanji walked together on the streets of Chang 'an City. When they heard the discussions of the scholars, they couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.
"The will of the people!" Quan Wanji said proudly.
"It's all thanks to Master Quan's wisdom that the Confucian Journal is able to become popular even before it's published," Wei Sian said excitedly. What he valued more was the potential power that the Confucian Journal could bring.
"The Confucian school has its own journal. Although many of its seniors are full of knowledge, they can only sink into the dust. The creation of the Confucian journal is a glorious move for the Confucian school. It's the gospel of all the students in the world," said Quan Wanji confidently.
"Not bad!" Wei Sian nodded repeatedly and echoed. Out of the corner of his eye, he immediately saw the figure of a teenage newsboy. These newsboys sold newspapers just to earn some living expenses. Since they could help the Mo Periodical sell newspapers, they could also help the Confucian Periodical sell newspapers.
"Here it comes!" The two of them were suddenly shocked. The success or failure of the scholarly journal would depend on today's results.
"Come, give me a Confucian journal!"
"Give me one too!"
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As long as a scholar heard the two words' Confucian periodical ', they would generously buy a copy of the Confucian periodical. The price of the Confucian periodical was the same as that of the Mo periodical, one copper coin. Everyone could afford it.
Soon, all the Confucian journals in the newsboy's hands were sold out.
"How many copies did you print this time?" Quan Wanji suddenly asked.
"A total of five thousand!" Wei Sian said proudly.
Five thousand copies of Confucian periodicals were distributed in Chang 'an, which was enough to equal the number of Mo's periodicals. The most important reason why Mo's periodicals were distributed so much was that they were also sold to other places in the Tang dynasty besides Chang' an. That was why they had such a large circulation.
"Continue publishing! I want all the scholars in the world to be able to read Confucian journals! "Quan Wanji waved his hand.
Wei Sian suddenly paused. Quan Wanji's words were empty, but he didn't know that the Confucian periodical was selling for one copper coin. Adding in the manpower, carving, paper, and ink, one copper coin was simply not enough. Although there were sponsors, it was still a drop in the bucket.
For every copy of Confucian journals printed, House Wei would lose two copper coins. If they only printed five thousand copies in Chang 'an, House Wei naturally wouldn't care. However, if they continued to publish, House Wei would definitely suffer heavy losses.
"As you wish!" Wei Sian braced himself and replied.
There was no turning back now. Since they had already reached this point, they could only force a duck onto a perch. When the Confucian periodical completely defeated the Mo's periodical, all their efforts would be repaid a hundredfold.
Quan Wanji nodded in satisfaction. He picked up the Confucian journal and opened it. Looking at the articles, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Such good articles naturally have to be circulated to the world. This is the rise of Confucianism."
Wei Sian looked at the back of the Confucian journal in Quan Wanji's hand and couldn't help but reveal a trace of uncontrollable excitement.
"Mo Jiazi, I hope you like this gift for you," Wei Sian muttered.
As time passed, the much-anticipated Confucian journals were finally delivered to the hands of the scholars.
Almost everyone in the Imperial College had a copy of Confucian journals.
"Good article! As expected of a great Confucian! "
"Brilliant and thought-provoking. The echoes will linger for three days."
"This is the journal of our Confucian school!"
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The calligraphy teaching assistants all held the Confucian journals in their hands and applauded. Most of the scholars that Quan Wanji had invited were great writers. As soon as their poems and articles were published, they were immediately sought after by everyone.
"In my opinion, Ma Fuzi from Hongluo Academy has the best article. He directly states that the School of Mohism isn't just a dying flash. He has expressed our thoughts," one of the teaching assistants shouted after glancing at the scholar Liu Yinian.
In the Confucian journals, the other articles were considered fair or only promoted their own theories. However, Ma Fuzi's article directly attacked the School of Mohism and was immediately sought after by many scholars.
"This one believes that Ma Fuzi's words couldn't be more correct. The son of the Mohist clan has gone mad. To think that he would secretly concoct poison for the son of the Mohist clan. This is simply madness!" Liu Yinian loudly shouted from within the Imperial College.
"Making poison?" Everyone flipped to the last page and was immediately overjoyed when they saw this article.
"You can still survive a heaven-sent disaster, but you can't survive a self-inflicted disaster! Mo Jiazi, you've been caught red-handed making poison this time. Let's see how you're going to explain yourself, "Liu Yinian said excitedly.
Soon, the news of the Mo Family's village making poison quickly spread throughout Chang 'an City. Everyone who heard this was dumbfounded. No one knew why the Mo Family's village would make poison for no reason. Moreover, there was no market for Mo Jiazi's products.
In the Imperial Palace.
"Making poison!" Li Shimin looked at the Confucian journals in his hand and the thick pile of memorials in front of him. He couldn't help but snort angrily. It would be strange if Mo Jiazi didn't cause any trouble.
"Pande, do you believe that Mo Jiazi can make poison?" Li Shimin looked at Pande beside him and asked.
Pang De said seriously, "According to the report of the Confucian Journal, they have already obtained evidence and witnesses. Obviously, the Village Mo is making poison."
Li Shimin nodded with a headache. It was obvious that the Mo Family's village had been caught with evidence this time.
Pande changed the topic and said, "As for the use of this poison, we don't know. Your Majesty, why don't you summon Merton to ask him about it?"
Li Shimin shook his head and said, "At this time, he must be preparing for the Mo Skill Exhibition. I'll give him another chance. If he can't explain it clearly at the Mo Skill Exhibition, the only thing waiting for him is the joint trial of the three departments."
"Prepare the carriage. I want to go to the Mo Skill Exhibition in person!" Li Shimin shouted.
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