Bring The System To Datang

A large group of people from all tribes in Hongshe Temple was at a loss, and it seemed that there was a smell of ink everywhere.

With so many newspapers piled up there, they didn't even bother to read it.

"Buy it for a few more days, there is no place to display it, it is better to take it out and burn it, or throw it away." Someone suggested that the smell was too strong and smoky.

"Alright." Someone agreed, preparing to take it outside the city and burn it. With so much paper in the city, it would burn too much.

Others think about it and think it works.

Just when they were about to take action, officials from Honghe Temple came over.

"I heard that you are going to take back my Datang newspapers. Your Majesty is very relieved, saying that the friendship between the Tang Dynasty and the various states can be learned from the world, and the sun and the moon can be shown.

I'm just worried that you are not well kept, lost or lost, and sent me to wait to help. The presence of the newspaper means the presence of friendship. "

The officials of Honghe Temple told a group of people who wanted to push the newspaper out to burn.

Tell them that the newspaper is not allowed to be lost, can't you buy it? Didn’t you say you want to take it back?

The people of Fanbang should always take care of them, and they will take care of them.

The officials of Hongshe Temple have left. Before leaving, leave a sentence and read it at night to see the witnesses of friendship.

The people of all tribes looked at each other, and when it was over, they couldn't burn them even if they wanted to.

This is not a question of war, it is that oneself and others will be killed first.

Newspaper is friendship, so what crime should envoys destroy friendship?

The officials of Honghe Temple returned to their own room and opened a box.

He took out toilet water and soap, with a smile on his face.

These things were given by Lijiazhuangzi who sells newspapers this morning.

The purpose is not to let the people of the Fanbang deal with those newspapers.

You don't need to pass through others to manage such trivial matters by yourself, saying that it is your majesty, and your majesty has no time to control it.

The officials of Hongshe Temple thought that the emperor didn't care.

When Emperor Li Longji was talking to the prime ministers in the Great Hall, the little yellow door slipped in from the door and moved to the side of Gao Lishi against the wall.

Gao Lishi went over, Xiaohuangmen said a few words, then moved to the door and left.

In fact, everyone has seen it, but what people put forward is an attitude.

Li Longji looked at Gao Lishi, and Yao Chong also looked at them.

"In the morning, Li Yi asked people to bribe officials from Honghu Temple with toilet water and soap. The officials went to warn people in Fanbang not to throw away or burn newspapers."

Gao Lishi didn't hide it, and said it directly.

"Is it because they don't have a place to put the newspaper, so they don't buy it?" Zhang said something he didn't believe him.

"Why? They can rent a house outside and place them." Lu Huaishen shook his head and gave a solution.

Yao Chong frowned: "Will Li Yi ask them to transport them back after they bought a large number of newspapers, and we will be guarded along the way?"

When he said it, everyone thinks about it and thinks it makes sense.

When marching and fighting, packing is the top priority.

Transporting so many newspapers back and forth requires a lot of manpower and material resources.

"Your Majesty, how long can the money in Li Yi's house last?" Yao Chong wanted to know how many days the newspaper could be sold.

If one day is 300,000 copies, three million in ten days, and thirty million in one day.

"I don't know." Li Longji didn't want to get to the bottom. In fact, he really didn't know.

He only knew that if Li Yi was willing, new valuable things would appear immediately.

Such as those cosmetics, mirrors are not sold out.

"Your Majesty, if Li Yi really wants to urge the Tibetans to move the newspaper back, and send Yulin Feiqi to take care of him, even if it is rainy, the newspapers can't get wet and the handwriting is blurred. How can Tang Fan show his sincere feelings?"

Zhang said it was bad, gave an idea, took care of you all along the way, and the newspaper protected me.

Buy thatch cloth, and then put it in place one by one. If there is a slight omission, Yulin Feiqi will kill him.

"The minister seconded." Lu Huaishen followed.

Transporting so many newspapers back would cost more money than Li Jiazhuang would have lost.

"Quasi!" Li Longji agreed, and he wanted to see the final result.

They could think that the people of Fanbang also thought of it that night.

Get together again to discuss.

"When the number increases, Datang ordered me to wait for the transportation newspaper to return.

When the newspaper is sent back, Li's Zhuangzi loses 14 dollars a share. How much will I have to pay? "

A small tribe is worried that they are poor and can't afford that much money.

"It's estimated that you can't even collect the travel expenses. Now the money is running low. It's better to sell some more jewelry." Others worry.

"Sell it again, in case of a major event, you won't be able to spend money." A leader of a Turkic tribe feels distressed.

The jewelry is easy to carry, and is brought to them by the respective ethnic groups in case of emergency.

There are no major events yet, such as arranging people to find a way to get the technology of hot air balloons.

"I won't accept it tomorrow. Find someone to see if I can enter the Lijiazhuangzi. Whether it is a person or a drawing, if I get one, I will send it back if I try my best."

The Tubo people began to plan their hands, and waited a long time, as the news of the hot air balloon was passing back.

When it is passed back, the upper-class people don't even dare to let ordinary people know, otherwise the people's sentiment will be chaotic and morale will suffer.

On the second day of May, when the people from Lijiazhuangzi brought 300,000 newspapers to the door, the person who used to be all-inclusive in Tubo came out.

"We don't buy it today, it's enough." He said to the dealer.

The dealer looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Don't buy it? Why, look down on my Datang culture? Look down on the friendship of my Datang? Keep my kindness from Datang away?"

A series of questions were called out, and the people who came around to watch the excitement were immediately angry.

"Yes, you can buy as much as you want, you can buy as much as you want, and you don't want to buy it? There is no such good thing in the world."

"If you don't buy it, you just look down on us, it's war, you want to kill and shed blood."

"A lot of hot air balloons are made. Now I will send them to the border and hit the mother several times."

"Have you seen it? Gentiles are humiliating us."

"Chop him, chop it into stuffing and feed it to the dog."

"Buy or not? Say."

"Buy." The people from Tubo swallowed, and nodded pale.

"We buy, we value the friendship of Datang." He emphasized again, suddenly wanting to cry.

Who made the idea? It was said that it was a blow to Lijiazhuangzi, how did it become a fight for money together now?

"Everyone, wait a moment, go back and get the money." The Tubo said and ran in.

Hongshe Temple is in the imperial city, very close.

After entering, he told everyone about the matter, and everyone reluctantly recognized it and bought it.

Isn't it just fighting? It depends on how long you Zhuangzi can hold on.

I strengthened my confidence, took out the money, carried it out, and exchanged it for bundles of newspapers.

Along the way, the people of Datang were threatened and intimidated, shouting that the newspaper must be preserved, waiting to be sent back to your people.

This sorrowfulness, the officials of Hongyou Temple didn't say it to help calm it down, just as they didn't know.

When all the newspapers moved back, today's business was over, and everyone was not in good condition.

"Prepare the money for tomorrow, the newspaper... I'm looking for a house to rent. Put the newspaper in. I can't throw it around. I feel dizzy."

The Tubo people generally arranged for collapse.

Others went out to find a house.

At this time, a carriage with newspapers was driving on the road to 20 counties, and they were responsible for delivering the newspapers for sale.

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