On April 22, Song De went outside the imperial city with 20,000 newspapers.

There are still people in the imperial city who come out to buy a thousand copies to enter, which is cheap, only three thousand yuan.

Song De was just about to open with someone else, and a man wearing Tubo clothes came over: "I want it." ”

Song De looked at the other party carefully, wanting to know if the other party was serious.

"I'll take it all, as many as I want, buy them all." With a wave of his hand, a group of people behind him stood up with a lot of cloth.

"What do you want? People lose money to sell newspapers, you want them? Go aside, you dare to stare at me? You Tubo was just beaten by me last year, do you want to stare again? ”

Without waiting for Song De to speak, a scholar jumped out next to him and shouted at the Tubo people.

Not only shouted, but took a step back after shouting, grabbed the hilt of the sword on his waist, and pulled out the sword with a bang.

Several scholars drew their swords one after another, and if they were not convinced, they wore his posture together.

"I'm not allowed to buy anything?" The Tibetans were timid and argued.

"Are you buying something? I think you're trying to trap Li Dongzhu. "There is a merchant who sells things on a flat pole and puts down the goods and pulls out the flat pole.

"Yes, Steward Song said, the capital is only twelve yuan, and it is only sold for three yuan, he is bad in Tibet, and he is scared when he sees that Li Dongzhu has made a hot air balloon."

Someone took off their shoes and prepared to throw them over.

"Bullying people to my Li Lang's head?" A woman who looked like Pingkangfang spoke up, and took out the hairpin on her head and held it in her hand.

"You, you...... Song De, what do you say? "The Tibetan man had a knife, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"I, I can't be the master, I have to ask the proprietor." Song De's hand touched his body, as if he wanted to come up with something that could hurt people.

A Yulin flying horse clicked, got on the crossbow, hung the arrow, handed it to Song De, turned over and ran to report.

Song De held the crossbow, thought about it, and pointed the crossbow arrow at the ground again.

Yulin Feiqi shouted all the way to report to Zhuangzi in a hurry.

In the imperial city, less than half a moment after the appearance of Tibet, accompanied by footsteps, a group of sergeants rushed out.

After another moment, more Feather Flying Riders circled by.

Yu Linfei, who reported the news, rode fast, rushed into Zhuangzi, and found Li Yi.

"The proprietor, there are Tubo people who want to buy all the newspapers, but the people of the Tang Dynasty will not let them, and they will pull out their weapons while speaking, and the Song steward will not be able to decide."

Yu Lin Feiqi made things clear in one sentence.

"Okay, it's better to be Datang." Li Yi smiled.

He sighed that the Tang Dynasty at this time was awesome, and the people were never afraid of foreigners, and many scholars could lift swords.

Even during the Anshi Rebellion, civil officials personally went up to the city wall to block the enemy.

What is more important is the will of the imperial court, which never compromises with foreign countries.

When the officials talked about the Gentiles, they promised to fight, but there were disputes over how to fight.

"Proprietor, do you want to sell or not?" The sergeant was in a hurry.

"Seeing that I am selling newspapers, I guess it is not the idea of a place in Tibet.

Tibetan, Turkic, and so many surnames and tribes.

They have a better view, huh? There are many horses, cattle and sheep, the weather conditions are good, and you can also farm.

There is saffron and many medicinal herbs in Tibet, and Cordyceps sinensis is said to have no medicinal effect.

Just like in the past, Western countries said that ginseng has no effect, oh, and salvia, which devalues Chinese medicine to worthless.

But my Chinese medicine can exist for its own reasons, such as ......"

Li Yi muttered there, suddenly stopped, and smiled.

"Tell Song De to sell it at noon, and tell the other party that I am hurrying up to proofread the text, so as not to destroy the deep friendship between Tang and Fan.

When I checked it and found that there was no problem, I sold it to them at the same price. ”

Li Yi said to the sergeant, giving a high-sounding reason.

The sergeant didn't know what Li Yi was going to do, so after agreeing, he changed to a horse, rode on and ran.

Li Yi trotted to the printing workshop.

"Another version comes out, and now the two continue to be printed, and the typesetting is divided by a few pickers together." Li Yi said to everyone.

When everyone heard that they were going to be printed again, they were happy, and they liked to work, and they always felt that there was no work to do, and they were worse than others.

Yulin flew back and whispered to Song De.

Song De handed the crossbow back and said to the people in Tibet: "The proprietor said, I am afraid that the article in the newspaper will hinder the friendship between the Tang Dynasty and Tibet, so I must check it carefully, and when the inspection is done and I find that there is no problem, I will sell it to you." ”

When the Tibetan people heard this, they smiled and looked at the people around them.

Do you mean you see? Li Yi was afraid that he would make a mistake and make me unhappy.

"Look at what? Look at it again, gouge out your eyeballs. Immediately someone shouted and glared back.

The Tubo people hurriedly turned their attention to the carriage of the carriage, and they had few people and could not beat them.

And even if it's done right now? In the end, he was guaranteed to be killed.

Zhuangzi hurried up and printed out another 11,000 copies when it was almost noon.

"Send one hundred and seven people out, one workshop for each person, distribute it, sell it in front of the workshop, and tell the others that each workshop has it, don't rob it.

By the way, I told Song De that if you sell the newspaper to the Tubo people, you should still pay three yuan a piece, and don't overcharge.

I'm going to write the content of tomorrow's newspaper, and in the third episode of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, you will pick the words first, and tomorrow you will take out 100,000 copies at a time. ”

Li Yi told everyone that he had set the amount for tomorrow and needed more editions to be printed together.

At noon, the people of the Li family Zhuangzi were advancing rapidly, and the carriages were carrying people and newspapers one by one, and when they arrived at the place, they put down a person and a large pile of newspapers, and continued to run.

Song De received the order and said to the people around him: "Zhuangzi has sent people, there are people in every workshop, everyone can go there to buy them, and sell them here to the Tubo people." ”

"Why sell? They are clearly trying to trap you. ”

"The cost is 12 yuan, and only 3 yuan is sold, and I suffer a loss."

"Let's kill them, and if they are killed, they don't need to be sold."

The people around shouted, and the Tibetans trembled.

"No, everyone, go buy it." Song De was afraid of doing it, and since the proprietor agreed, there must be follow-up arrangements.

Everyone dispersed unhappily, and the Tubo people did not show a smug look, afraid that others would come back.

Song De brought down bundles of newspapers and collected money from Tibet, 19,000 newspapers, but 57,000 yuan, a huge loss.

The Tibetans carried the newspaper and left as fast as they could, it was too dangerous outside.

This time, there were people selling newspapers in each square, and those who wanted to fry felt that the atmosphere was not right and did not dare to make another move.

In the evening, Li Longji asked Li Yi with concern: "I heard that the Tubo people bought all the newspapers, and you printed another batch to sell separately?" ”

"Yes, people want to buy, if we open the door to do business and limit the quantity, doesn't it mean incompetent?

100,000 copies will be printed tomorrow, 20,000 copies will be sold to our Datang people, and the other 80,000 will be given to them if they want to wrap it. ”

Li Yi said his arrangement, and there was no fixed sorrow on his face.

"But there's an arrangement?" Li Chengji is equally concerned.

"In the surrounding papermaking workshops, I plan to teach them the process of making newspapers, so that they can make them quickly, and I will collect fifteen yuan a piece."

Li Yi mentioned that he taught the technique first, and bought it from others.

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