Inside Chang 'an City.
"Why hasn't the Mo Journal arrived yet?" Early in the morning, the citizens of Chang 'an City who had not been able to attend the exhibition were all looking forward to it.
It was already too late for them to regret missing the Mo Skills Exhibition yesterday. However, when they heard other people bragging about how wonderful the Mo Skills Exhibition was, they were already itching to attend. Everyone knew that there would definitely be a detailed introduction to the Mo Journal on the second day of the Mo Skills Exhibition.
Many people had gathered in the tea houses and food shops, all of them looking forward to the arrival of the Mo Journal. There were two types of sales of Mo Journals. One was a long-term subscription, which was the first to arrive. The other was a bulk sale, in which newsboys walked the streets of Chang 'an City to sell newspapers.
Usually, by this time, the newsboys would have already begun to sell newspapers, and no one would be able to see them anywhere.
"Could it be that our cancellation of the Mo Journal angered Mo Jiazi? Or is it that a newsboy selling Confucian journals doesn't allow us to sell Mo Journals?" a middle-aged merchant said worriedly.
"What kind of status does Mo Jiazi have? Why would he lower himself to your level, much less make things difficult for a newsboy?"
"I say, Li Laoshi, you're just a merchant who has studied in a private school for a few days, and you call yourself a Confucian disciple. You think too highly of yourself!"
The bystanders couldn't help but sneer at Li Laoshi.
Li Laoshi's face immediately turned red. He had always boasted that he had studied a few more days and was often arrogant. Now that he was in this situation, he was naturally ridiculed by the crowd.
"That's right. Why should we interfere when the gods are fighting? Let the Confucians and the Moks fight, it has nothing to do with us. Besides, was yesterday's Confucian journal as good as the Mo Journal? Was it as good as the Mo Journal? "
Li Laoshi immediately retorted angrily, "Those were all articles written by the great Confucians of the age, and they were all famous sayings to warn the world."
The crowd curled their lips and said, "Us commoners focus on mundane matters, like daily necessities. Reading a journal is just to broaden our horizons. If we want to seek knowledge, we might as well buy the Four Books and Five Classics and study them at home. That way, we might even be able to save some money. If we're lucky, we might even be able to get a scholarly rank or something."
With the advent of engraving printing, the price of books in Chang 'an City had plummeted. In the long run, it was cheaper than buying a journal.
The crowd nodded. Compared to the Mo Journal, which was capable of breaking news, the Confucian Journal, which focused on preaching and preaching, they found it very boring.
The only thing that was refreshing was that the Mo Family's poison concoction caught everyone's attention, but they were quickly slapped in the face by the Mo Family.
............ From now on, there will be an issue every ten days and a report will be delivered every ten days. "A clear child's voice resounded through the streets of Chang 'an.
Following the voice, a ten year old child appeared in everyone's line of sight, carrying a large stack of newspapers with great difficulty. There were many people who had canceled their subscriptions to Mo Magazine, so the task of selling newspapers today was very heavy.
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Everyone was pleasantly surprised.
Everyone knew that although this was a strategy put forward by the Mo Journal to deal with the competition from the Confucian Journal, it had to be said that this change was very popular. Ten-Day was originally a day of rest. If one could sit in a teahouse and read the latest journal on Ten-Day, it would be a pleasure.
In addition, although the bi-monthly Mo Journal was much faster than the word of mouth of the villagers in the marketplace, it still only had nearly half a month's worth of words. It could not meet the needs of the citizens.
After a year of running-in, the Mo Journal had already developed its own operating system and had a lot of room to speed up. Moreover, it could be said that it was extremely suitable to meet the needs of the citizens and meet the challenge of the Confucian Journal.
"Give me one!"
"I'll also have one!"
Soon, many people gathered around and took out a copy of the Mo Journal for a copper coin. Soon, the Mo Journal in the hands of the newsboy was reduced by a large amount, and his pockets instantly became heavy.
In this era, there was no such thing as child labor. These newsboys were originally poor in Chang 'an City, and they were young and had no income. By hiring them as newsboys, the Mo Journal could be considered an additional income.
"Thank you, Uncles. Today's Mo Journal has a surprise from Mo Jiazi for everyone. It will certainly not disappoint you." Meton counted the heavy bags of money and kept everyone in suspense.
After receiving the journal, everyone found a seat and eagerly began to read. The newsboy's figure had long since disappeared from their minds. How could they care about the surprise from the newsboy? They only thought that he was talking about the Mo Journal.
"Artificial Rainbow!"
"The Heavenly Dog Eats the Sun!"
Almost everyone immediately flipped to these two and saw the detailed explanations in the Mo Journal. Only then did they realize what was going on.
"Mo Jiazi is amazing. Just these two miracles will definitely cause a sensation throughout the country." Li Laoshi excitedly said. They were in Chang 'an City and had a certain level of acceptance through word of mouth. But if the citizens of other places were to see the Mo Journal, who knew how shocked they would be?
"Of course!"
Everyone echoed, and a sense of superiority arose spontaneously.
"This is nothing. The Solar Eclipse doesn't affect us much. In my opinion, Mo Jiazi's jack is the most to my liking. When I carry sacks at the docks, the most I can carry is 20 kilograms. But Mo Jiazi's truck can carry 500 kilograms at a time. Doesn't that mean he can earn ten times the wage?" A burly man exclaimed. The wages for transporting goods at the docks and stations were calculated by quantity. Using the strength of one Mo Family machine was more than ten people. Naturally, the wages would be greatly increased.
Many people's eyes lit up when they heard this. Everyone knew that Mo Jiazi's jack and thousand-kilogram arm would revolutionize the transportation industry of the Tang Dynasty.
Ordinary laborers paid attention to the jack and thousand-kilogram arm, while those who owned land paid attention to the grafting technique. Chang 'an City was the only super city in the world with a population of more than a million. The degree of urbanization was quite high, and countless fruits and vegetables were needed every day. But due to the limited production, these fruits and vegetables were often in short supply and the price was high. Mo Jiazi's grafting technique could be said to have solved this urgent problem.
"Such a good seed can be grafted onto a hundred fruit trees. In three to five years, it will bear fruit. One will spread to a hundred, and a hundred will spread to ten thousand. In less than ten years, the Tang Dynasty will be filled with fruits and vegetables." An old man in green sighed.
"When I got married, I only thought of the wedding night. Mo Jiazi is good. He hasn't even married yet, but he can make the fruit trees get married. Mo Jiazi is indeed Mo Jiazi." Everyone sighed in admiration.
"Mo Jiazi wasn't lying. This ink technique is indeed comparable to artificial incubation technology!" The old man in green praised.
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