Originally, Liu Dong meant that given the current situation, the third volume could be printed less.
However, Liu Zheng said.
Not only cannot there be less, but more must be printed!
Liu Dong was stunned.
Print?
This situation?
But there is no way, Liu Zheng has the final say in the Liu family.
Print!
The third volume of "Xie's Southern Expedition" was directly printed to 50,000 copies!
certainly.
In order to avoid being caught by the officers and soldiers, the place where Liu Dong was responsible for printing was still very secret. That night, one carriage after another, carrying these 50,000 volumes of books, went to all directions of the Li Dynasty.
Liu Zheng smiled lightly.
Since the southerners couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't mind adding fuel to their fire!
...
"These damn officers and soldiers!"
"Ah ah ah ah, my Miss Xie, what's going on, woo woo woo woo!"
"Let me out quickly, I want to read a book!"
at this time.
Li Chaotian Prison has been noisy since last night, and it is as bustling as a vegetable market.
"No matter what the noise is, shut up! Shut up!"
"you......"
These jailers are going crazy.
He even stopped letting people sleep!
Isn’t it just a book? As for that?
How could they understand the madness of this group of readers, each one shaking the doors and windows of the prison, with the same rhythm.
"Thank you, Miss!"
"Thank you, Miss!"
Crazy!
The jailers went crazy.
Isn’t that true of the people on the street?
at this time.
Early in the morning.
In front of a breakfast stall.
A man in ordinary clothes, sneaking around, covering his mouth with his collar, ordered a soy milk and fried dough sticks.
soon.
Another person was walking towards him step by step.
"Is there any?"
The man took a sip of soy milk, lowered his head and said.
"I heard it!"
Another replied.
At first, the man's eyes lit up with excitement: "Is it true or false? Is there any channel?"
"Already on the way!"
"good!"
"Pay the money with one hand at noon and deliver the goods with the other hand!"
The two of them agreed and left in different directions.
"Are they in stock?"
"Right away..."
"Shh...be careful!"
"Understand!"
Whether it is Seoul or other cities, there are always such conversations and the same atmosphere.
Seoul.
In a certain courtyard.
"Do you have it? Do you have it?"
A gray-haired old man, leaning on a cane, looked very excited when he saw the housekeeper return.
The housekeeper took a deep breath, carefully closed the door, and then solemnly took out a book from his clothes.
"Xie's Southern Expedition"!
The third floor!
The old man was so excited that he burst into tears: "Oh my God, I finally see it, finally it's there, hurry up, hurry up, let people go out to look for the wind! Hahahahahaha, that old man Pu must be dying of anxiety, dying of panic!"
"It's Master..."
then.
There is another courtyard not far away.
The roaring sound has already started.
"Haven't you got it yet? Haven't you got it yet! I raise you losers for a living! Go and get it for me, it doesn't matter how much it costs!"
A relatively strong old man was furious.
Old Zhou next door said that he can read the third volume of "Xie's Southern Expedition" today!
He saw it, but he couldn't see it, so what the hell! The two have been fighting for so many years, and he can't lose to him in anything!
"Master, I heard that today, only thirty books were sent in from outside the city, and three hundred were checked..."