"I know that everyone must be saying that Mo Jiazi is a prodigal!" Meton stood on the stage and scanned the surroundings. Looking at the many pairs of eyes that were focused on him, he was caught off guard.
"Hahaha!"
Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter. There were many titles for Meton, but the title of prodigal definitely couldn't be shaken off.
However, everyone realized that although Meton was standing in the middle of the stage, his voice actually reached everyone's ears, making them feel as if they were talking right in front of them.
Li Shimin's eyes narrowed. Looking at the trumpet-shaped object in Meton's hand, he suddenly understood.
Meton raised the metal trumpet in his hand again. He relied on these primitive sound amplification devices in addition to the resonance devices all over the stage to be able to hear his voice.
"Firstly, everyone's enthusiasm to see the Ink Skills Exhibition is too high. If not for the Mo Family's invitation tickets, there would be more than ten thousand people here today." Meton smiled bitterly.
Many people immediately nodded. With the wonderful performance of the first Ink Skills Exhibition, everyone was looking forward to the Ink Skills Exhibition.
"As a last resort, the Mo Family can only build a venue to ensure that more people can share the results of the Mo Family's Ink Skills Exhibition. Since everyone is able to sit here, I believe that all of you are valued readers of the Mo Journal. I hope that everyone will like this gift from the Mo Family," Meton explained.
"Like!"
Everyone below the stage responded. They had been subscribing to the Mo Journal for a long time and didn't spend much money. However, the Mo Family actually gave them the invitation tickets for the Ink Skills Exhibition for free, which made them feel extremely honored and glorious.
Not to mention, when they heard that the Ink Skills Exhibition in Chang 'an City had been hyped up to one tael of silver per ticket, they couldn't help but feel a burst of pride. The Mo Family's gift in return made them very satisfied.
"Of course, the purpose of this venue is to display the Ink Skills Exhibition that is held once a year. If it is idle during this period, then I'm afraid that I'll be a real prodigal." Meton said self-deprecatingly.
Many people immediately burst into laughter.
Meton continued, "For this reason, I am preparing to use this place as a venue for cuju and polo. Once there is a match for polo and cuju, it will be published in the ink magazine for everyone's entertainment. Of course, I'm afraid that everyone will have to pay for the tickets. The rest of the time, it will be free for everyone."
"As expected of Mo Jiazi, Mo Jiazi. How could he do business at a loss? Based on these tickets alone, it won't take long for this venue to recoup its costs." The black-clothed merchant exclaimed.
Polo and cuju were popular in Chang 'an, and there were many people who liked to play. Every time there was a polo and cuju match, there would be many onlookers and it would be extremely popular. So far, there was no official venue for the match in Chang' an. The appearance of the venue for the exhibition of Mo Skills was destined to be a success.
Li Shimin's heart was also moved. He himself was also a polo enthusiast. If there was such a place to play polo, it would definitely be an extremely satisfying thing.
"Mo Jiazi has done a good thing." Li Shimin clicked his tongue in wonder.
Pande smiled and said, "At least it won't be a loss. I estimate that it will be able to recoup its costs in a few years. I'm afraid that it will be a net profit in the future."
Li Shimin nodded in deep agreement. Mo Jiazi was a guy who would eat anything but losses.
"Well, let's not talk nonsense. I officially announce the start of the exhibition of Mo Skills." Meton waved his hand and said.
Instantly, everyone held their breaths. Even Li Shimin could not help but look forward to it. After all, the first exhibition of Mo Skills was really a great contribution to the Tang dynasty. If this exhibition of Mo Skills could maintain the standard of last year, even if Mo Jiazi was really making poison, he would protect him.
"I know. Today, it is widely spread in Chang 'an that the Mo Family Village is making poison! I can tell you the truth now. "Meton looked around and showed a strange smile.
"Yes! The Mo Family Village has indeed made a batch of poison! "Meton admitted frankly.
"It's true?"
All the people present could not help but be in an uproar. They suddenly looked at each other.
Poison! When it came to poison, everyone's mind would come up with a conspiracy, poison, and disregard for human life. No one could figure out why the Mo Family Village would make poison.
Hearing this, the tall Confucian was stunned and wild with joy. He thought that Mo Jiazi would deny or secretly destroy the poison, but he did not expect that Meton would admit it. He suddenly stood up and questioned, "Poison has killed countless people. I don't know why the great Mo Jiazi would make poison."
Meton waved his hand, and one of Mo Jiazi's brothers reached out and handed him a pottery bottle. In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Meton's hand.
"This is a bottle of poison. Obviously, the purpose of the poison is to poison something to death."
Suddenly, everyone looked at Meton in disbelief. No one expected that Mo Jiazi would admit it so directly and show such a highly poisonous medicine in person.
Li Shimin's face turned pale. He just wanted to protect Meton, but he did not expect that Meton would admit it in front of everyone. Wasn't this giving the enemy something to use against him?
Hearing this, the short Confucian was wild with joy. They did not expect that things would go so smoothly. He immediately stood up and said, "Mo Jiazi, you made poison without permission and poisoned living creatures. Admit it now, or no one can save you."
Seeing this, Meton was surprised and said, "Admit it? Do you think that poisoning some pests will violate the laws of the Tang dynasty? "
"Poisoning pests?" The tall Confucian suddenly stammered.
Even Li Shimin could not help but be surprised. He looked at Meton in confusion, waiting to see how he would justify himself.
"Mo Jiazi, no matter how glib your words are, you can't change the fact that you made poison," the short Confucian angrily rebuked.
"The poison in my hand is not for harming people. It is a pesticide specially developed by the Mo family. This is a bottle of poison. This bottle of poison is enough to kill a pig. Of course, it can also kill all the pests in this large field," Meton said proudly.
"Pesticide!" Everyone was stunned. This poison could even kill a pig, let alone some pests.
Meton sighed and said, "Smoke rises from the leafless soil of the mulberry tree. The flute greets the dragon in front of the water temple. Watching the singing and dancing at the vermilion gate, I fear the dark clouds of spring. Rain is neither good nor bad, it chooses the right time to fall. However, a rain has a different experience in different people's eyes. Poison is the same. People all say that poison harms people, but they don't know that poison itself is not right or wrong. It depends on who uses it. The School of Medicine also has the saying of fighting poison with poison. "Everyone nodded. Scorpions, snakes, and other poisons could be used in medicine.
"Every year during the harvest season, pests are everywhere in the wheat and grain fields. They can't be exterminated, nor can they be killed. What's worse is that the crops will wither, severely reducing the yield. If we use this poison to kill the pests, I can guarantee that at least fifty catties of grain per mu will be produced, "Meton said proudly.
"Fifty catties!" Li Shimin's breath suddenly stopped. If they could produce fifty catties of grain per mu, how much grain would be produced in all the fields in the world? It was no less than the imperial court producing a few more Yongfeng granaries every year.
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