"Mo once said, I have such an achievement, but it is to step on the shoulders of countless Mo sages, in order to see further, today, Mo imitates the sages, become a stepping stone on the road to success, the power of heaven and earth is a blank, now Mo and you are on the same running line, Mo is waiting for you on the road ahead!" Merton spoke earnestly and waved goodbye to everyone, ending the ink art exhibition.

This time the ink show is probably the least ever released ink skills, there are only three kinds of noodle presses, bicycles, and sewing machines, and even the bicycle is still the ink technology of the ink show three years ago, and now it is finally mass-produced.

And although these three ink techniques are extremely practical, they are not very exciting, there is no artificial rainbow Jingyan, and there is no legend of the wooden ox and flowing horse. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is some disappointment, but in the hearts of people of insight, the sensation caused is no less than a monstrous storm.

This storm is a storm of thoughts, and this feeling is more engraved in the heart than seeing something amazing with the eyes.

The ink art exhibition is over, but everyone is immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves for a long time, and is unwilling to leave, while the people of Chang'an, who are familiar with the way, have quietly left the venue.

According to the usual practice, after the end of the ink exhibition, it is the time for new goods to be sold in Mojia Village, and many people in Chang'an have just walked out of the ink exhibition and immediately went to the sales hall.

"Give me a noodle press!"

"Give me a bike!"

"Give me a sewing machine."

The people of Chang'an have bought their favorite goods, and those with deep pockets can take all three at once.

Soon, the goods of each of the 300 units of each of the Ink Technology Exhibition were snatched up.

"Why is it sold out so quickly!" A Chang'an citizen who didn't grab it regretted.

"I'm sorry, the goods of the Ink Art Exhibition have been sold out, but you don't have to worry, there will be enough goods in the Mojia Organ City for you to choose from." A Mo family disciple said loudly.

Only then did everyone subside, and those who chose the goods left happily, and those who did not choose the goods immediately turned around and headed towards the Mojia Organ City.

As everyone returned to Chang'an City with their favorite treasures, all the information about the Ink Exhibition immediately spread rapidly throughout Chang'an City, sweeping the entire Chang'an City like waves of the sea, not letting go of every corner, and everyone in Chang'an City was hotly discussed.

"This is the noodle press machine that I didn't hesitate to buy at the ink art exhibition, and it cost me four hundred dollars!" A strong man who had just participated in the ink art exhibition showed off to his neighbors who were proud of the noodle pressing machine.

"Four hundred wen, how much white noodles can you buy." The neighbor was envious and distressed.

The strong man said proudly: "White noodles will not become noodles, my family has more than 20 people, it is rare to eat noodles once on weekdays, with this noodle press, then you can eat soup noodles every day!" ”

In the eyes of the Tang people, soup noodles are a rare delicacy, but it is easy to make small households, and it is a big project for a large family to make soup noodles! It's rare to eat once on weekdays, but if you have a dough sheeter, it's easy.

"But it's too expensive!" The strong man's daughter-in-law on the side said distressedly.

"What's expensive? This time, I am ready to follow the advice of the Mo family, and take this noodle pressing machine to sell noodles in the vegetable market. The strong man raised his strong arm and said.

The strong man's daughter-in-law nodded again and again, their family is very large, they have been sitting on the mountain and eating empty, and they can't make ends meet.

"Isn't it just a noodle pressing machine, if you want me to buy it, I'll buy a bicycle, I heard that the bicycle costs only 800 Wen, and even a fraction of the price of a horse can't be compared." The neighbor snorted coldly.

"Yes! It's too expensive to raise horses, it's too expensive to raise horses, it's like raising a master, only two bowls of dry rice for 100 kilometers on a bicycle, and I still eat it in my stomach. The merchant on the side nodded and said, for men, the biggest dream is to own a horse, but the price of horses is too expensive, and it is too troublesome to feed, and now there are bicycles as a substitute for horses, which are much better than horses.

"Don't you know, the ink art exhibition has just ended, and the price of horses in the West Market has plummeted by two percent." A citizen gossiped.

"Such an immediate!" The crowd exclaimed.

But think about it, the advantage of bicycles over horses is too great, it is said that the price of a bicycle is only 800 yuan, compared to the horses that are more than ten times, it is simply too cost-effective, if the price of the West Market is not reduced, I am afraid that the horses of the West Market will be smashed in their own hands.

"But it shouldn't drop much, after all, most of the people who buy bicycles are individuals, and the Datang brick road is unblocked, and a large number of horses are needed to pull the cart, back and forth, the demand for horses has not dropped too much, Mo Jiazi founded the brick road unblocked, the price of horses continues to rise, horse merchants are by the grace of Mo Jiazi, and now Mo Jiazi has launched bicycles, so that the price of horses is reduced, and there is a drink and a peck, which has its own providence."

There are also citizens who see it very thoroughly and analyze it very well.

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"In my opinion, the best-selling sewing machine is unacceptable! The sewing machine is a sharp weapon for female celebrities, a woman uses a sewing machine, enough to beat ten women's handiwork, the old husband recently married a daughter, will definitely marry a sewing machine for the little girl. An old man said with a smug face.

His daughter is not popular, he was originally a little worried about being harassed in his in-law's house, if he had a sewing machine as a dowry, after his daughter got married, her face would definitely rise.

"Three turns and one ring! From now on, it will definitely be a must-have for the Tang Dynasty wedding, and Mojia Village will definitely be rich! Everyone exclaimed, even ordinary people can smell the endless business opportunities in this.

Ordinary people are talking about how much money the Mo family can make, and the family is even more interested in the influence brought by these three goods.

"The Mo family really didn't boast about Haikou, after this time the ink technology exhibition, there are no hidden worries in the Mojia Village, this time, it is the family that has lost." The head of the Zheng family looked at the three brand-new goods in front of him and couldn't help but say in despair.

These three goods are related to the food and clothing of the people, and they can be said to be what every family is eager to have, and he can naturally see how broad the market is.

Not to mention that Mojiazi has both a Mojia organ city, ink shopping, and a brand-new three Mojia machinery, the family has no way to embarrass Mojia Village.

"How should the family get along with the Mo family, should they bow to the Mo family?" Zheng Chang said irritably.

The head of the Zheng family couldn't help but be silent, how arrogant the five surnames and seven looks were, even in the face of the thousand-year-old prestige of the Mo family, they still maintained a lofty posture, but they didn't expect that they were facing such a difficult opponent, not only with a thousand years of prestige, but also with the help of thousands of years of knowledge in later generations.

"Look again! This time, someone is more anxious than us. The head of the Zheng family shook his head.

Zheng Chang's eyes lit up and said, "What my father said is Confucianism. ”

The head of the Zheng family sneered: "Not only Confucianism, but the entire hundred schools of thought are probably in a hurry. ”