Brothers and sisters, monthly pass! Ask for a monthly pass! The chrysanthemum is going to be exploded!

…

Although the school did not start, all the teachers and students of Peking Zhixing Academy came, very neat, and there was not one less of them.

Xie Jin sat aside, slowly flipping through a new book in his hand.

Xie Zhenliang was a little uncomfortable when he participated in the academy's activities for the first time.

Lu Changbo also took a new book, and said to Ma Su with flushing face: "This time the Physics book is printed, my Zhixing Academy will shake the world again, okay!"

Ma Su was empty-handed, he smiled and said: "Vibration is inevitable, but whether there will be some moths, no one can tell!"

Li Ermao said solemnly: "Brother, as soon as this book is published, the people below the sky will be in chaos,"

Ma Su nodded and said: "The way of nature is the right way. As soon as this book is published, we can find the source of the things that can be seen everywhere around us, and it will highlight the Confucianism. Your Majesty is here. They dare not stop them. The door of the bookstore can be troublesome after all."

"The mountain is long."

At this moment Yue Baoguo, who was sitting by the door, got up, and everyone stood up.

Fang Xing stepped forward, his face ruddy. He touched the top of Yue Baoguo's head and asked, "Can you still adapt to the weather here?"

Yue Baoguo nodded, his eyes full of dependence: "The mountain is long, there is a lot of lamb here, and the disciples like to eat it."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Then eat more, you will grow tall and burly in the future, and you will live up to the name Yue Baoguo."

"Sit down."

Fang Xing felt that everyone in the room was standing to greet him, feeling a little weird.

If there is another sentence: the mountain grows well. It feels...

Seeing that everyone seemed a little nervous, Fang Xing said to Lu Changbo, "Mr. Lu is good at reciting poems and making a pair of poems, so let's have one."

Lu Changbo glanced at Xie Jin, and said uncomfortably: "Shan Chang Miyue praised him, Mr. Xie and his son are here, and Xia Xia dare not say what he is good at."

There is an old explanation here, who dares to say that he is good at reciting poetry and composing right?

Xie Jin looked up and said: "You can make your poems, and the old man can also taste one or two."

Xie Jin was willing to give pointers. This was a rare opportunity. Lu Changbo immediately cheered up and thought.

"You don't have to deliberately write poems, you are deliberately inferior, poems are sent from the heart, rather than piled up words and sentences."

Xie Jin asked Lu Changbo to give his thanks.

Fang Xing watched Xie Jin teaching Lu Changbo, his eyes turned, and slowly scanned the students.

The youngest of these people, Yue Baoguo, and the oldest, Li Ermao, did not choose to escape when this opportunity and crisis coexisted. Instead, they came to the academy to witness this moment together.

…

Carriage and ox carts slowly emerged from the palace, and there was a team of guards nearby, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

After leaving the imperial city, the convoy immediately dispersed and ran away.

"It's a book!"

Someone saw that all the books in the car were new books, so they were curious and wanted to take a closer look at the title of the book.

"Stay back!"

The guard patted the scabbard and drove the man away.

These books cannot be exposed until they are delivered to various bookstores. Otherwise, Zhu Zhanji is worried that the road will be blocked by others, and then, under the enthusiasm of the public, the fire will burn out.

The team moved forward slowly, and slowly, those people felt that something was wrong, and their curiosity grew, and they all followed closely.

Who can be the books that can be pulled from the imperial city, and there are so many?

The key is that the guards are like enemies, which makes people think that these books are not small.

After the teams arrived at their destinations, the bookstore owners looked strange, some were red, some were white, and none of them was normal anyway.

"Unload the truck!"

There are five bookstores on this street. A boss stretched out his hand and trembled for a long time, and finally shouted to his buddy.

"Unloading..."

"Unload the truck!"

"..."

What does it mean? How do you look at the grief of a dead woman? !

The guys also looked solemn when they were carrying the books. One of them tripped, and as a result all the books in his hand fell to the ground.

The breeze blew gently, and the pages of a book swayed back and forth.

"physics?"

What does it mean?

Sharp-eyed said: "There are some lines, I don't know what they are talking about."

After the books were moved in, the guards shouted, and the convoy slowly turned around, and then headed towards the imperial city.

"Let's go in and have a look!"

"Okay! Take a look, if it's not expensive, buy one and go back and try to figure out one or two."

A group of literati swarmed in, and neither the boss nor the buddies greeted them, but they looked coldly.

A literati can't wait to pick up a new book, turn the pages quickly, and then stop.

"The effect of force is relative, what do you mean?"

"Look at this, in other words, when you give me a punch, my body will return the strength of your punch, but without your fist, there is no pressure, so I am at a loss."

"Can light run?!"

"The relationship between volume and density, what is this?"

"Buoyancy? Can it be calculated?!"

Several literati looked at each other with the physical writing in their hands, and one of them said angrily: "This is an evil way! This is nonsense!"

"Can't sell! Shopkeeper, this book can't be sold!"

This man rushed to the stack of books madly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com was blocked by the guy.

The guy just pushed the man back with a light force. He was contemptuous in his heart and raised his head and said, "This book is from the palace. Money? Haha! The people from the Five Cities Soldiers and Mars are all on the streets today."

Wucheng Soldier Ma Si took to the streets today. After Ma Su’s old father-in-law Zhao Weizheng was transferred to Peking, it was the first time he took the team to the streets today. For this reason, he discussed with his colleagues and specifically inspected lots of bookstores.

"Who is living here?"

Zhao Weizheng came in with a knife in his armour and asked, looking at the literati with a somewhat penetrating gaze.

The shopkeeper hurriedly said: "My lord, it's just a bit of a dispute, it's okay."

Zhao Weizheng said coldly: "It's fine if you don't have anything to do. If you have a life event, report it immediately. No matter who he is, he will be severely punished and stripped of his clothes!"

Stripping off his clothes means taking away his fame, which is no different from a dead father for a scholar.

Those literati were silent, Zhao Weizheng gave a cold snort and strode out.

The previously crazy person waited for Zhao Weizheng to leave, took a sip from his back, and said angrily: "Let's go!"

But when he walked out the door, he found that several of his companions were still reading the book, and he shouted, "What else to look at! Going home early is the reason!"

These scenes are constantly being staged in various bookstores in Beiping City, and the price of this book is so cheap that it is outrageous, so that those unfamiliar children are eager for it.

"How can it be so cheap?"

Counting ten copper plates can buy a physics book, and those literati will be crazy.

"Is Fang Xing crazy? Or that someone paid him money!"

"If this is to spread the goods to the entire Ming Dynasty, don't even think about it without a hundred thousand coins!"

"The Fang family definitely doesn't have that much money! Who is helping behind?"