Bianhe Street, Zuoxiang Army Patrol Shop.

I saw two men in short brown clothes, each holding a ticket number, chatting excitedly while walking outside.

"What's your license plate?"

"1103. My birthday is easy to remember. What about yours?"

"I am 0583."

"Is it your birthday too?"

"My birthday is 1212, but they said it was a prestige number and they wouldn't give it to me. It's my child's birthday."

"When are you going to play cards?"

"It won't be a moment tomorrow. What about you?"

"I am at midnight."

"Then we can't go together."

"At least this is better than standing outside waiting all day."

"Yes, making an appointment in advance will not delay our work. The military inspection shop is really good."

While the two were chatting, they suddenly heard someone beside them saying angrily: "You naturally agreed after you received the ticket numbers, but only fifty numbers were given in one day. It's like giving relief to the victims. It's really unreasonable."

The two men turned their heads and saw a large group of people in front of the door looking at them with envy and jealousy.

The two hurriedly hid their ticket numbers and left in a hurry.

The people who came out were excited and happy, while the people who were still waiting at the door were anxious, fearful and envious.

I remember just a few days ago, almost everyone was complaining about this license plate, but now.

So delicious!

The military patrol shop suddenly restricted the number, which made many people become nervous.

This also confirms Zhang Fei’s words that license plates may be restricted in the future to ensure the number of carriages and horses in Bianjing City.

This thing is somewhat expensive.

The fewer cars and horses there are, the more valuable the license plate is!

This account is not difficult to sort out.

Across the street, two old men watched all this silently.

It was Sima Guang and Wen Yanbo.

Sima Guang said: "Does Duke Wen want to go in and take a look?"

"never mind!"

Wen Yanbo waved his hand and walked forward again, frowning as if he was thinking about something.

Sima Guang glanced at him and said, "What is Mr. Wen thinking?"

Wen Yanbo said: "I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't explain it."

Sima Guang smiled and said: "Did Duke Wen think 'fast'?"

"quick?"

Wen Yanbo said in surprise.

Sima Guang nodded and said: "The news was published yesterday, changing the registration process. Today, people will come here to get the ticket number. If it were done by the imperial court, it would take as little as half a month and as much as a month."

Wen Yanbo nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! That's what makes it special. I can see clearly what this three means. Things are rare and valuable. The fewer opportunities he gives, the more everyone wants to get it as soon as possible.

But his execution ability is really jaw-dropping. He was able to make such a huge change in such a complicated matter in just one day, and still achieve success."

Sima Guang said: "This is all because of the genuine bookstore."

Wen Yanbo nodded slightly: "Movable type printing has been around for a long time, but no one has ever used it. The imperial court also tried it, but gave up. But it shined here."

Having said this, he added: "It's not just the printing technique, but also its symbols. Ordinary people can remember them in a short time, which is indeed more convenient!"

Sima Guang frowned and said: "But this does not mean that their execution ability is excellent. It is difficult to make rules, and it is even more difficult to follow them. The real test of the military patrol will have to be in the future. He has decided

Whether such a complicated rule can be implemented well, we have not yet made a conclusion at this time.”

Wen Yanbo nodded, and suddenly heard a noise in front of him. He looked up and saw many people gathered around a big willow tree in front of him, "What are you doing in front?"

The two couldn't help but speed up their pace.

When I came to the big willow tree, I saw a uniformed patrolman climbing up to the trunk and tying a wooden sign to the trunk. On the wooden sign was a carriage and a diagonal pole.

"What does this card mean?"

Wen Yanbo and Sima Guang looked at each other.

Sima Guang asked a young man watching: "Brother, what are you doing?"

The little brother hurriedly said: "Hang up the warning sign. With the warning sign, from now on, no cars or horses can go to that alley."

As he spoke, he pointed to a side road.

Another person said: "This is really a good thing. I live there. This lane is not wide, but it is also a shortcut from the left side to Xiangguo Temple and Lushi Lane. Those who burn incense and pray to Buddha in the morning go this way.

Come on, that horse bell is disturbing the people. In the evening, when I go to Lushi Lane to drink, I go this way, and I often bump into the people living there."

After Wen Yanbo heard this, he whispered to Sima Guang: "It seems that Zhang San is planning to have a big fight!"

Sima Guang chuckled and said, "Yes! He didn't lie. He really loves what he does!"

They thought that Zhang Fei just wanted to get a license plate, but they never expected that Zhang Fei also wanted to control traffic.

This really gets better the more you play.

Suddenly a snapping sound was heard.

I heard another exclamation, but when I saw a lump of mud hitting the wooden sign, I couldn't see the warning clearly.

Wen Yanbo and Sima Guang were both startled and looked around again.

"who?"

The patrolman on the tree immediately jumped down, and there were three patrollers nearby who also came over quickly, and saw that they immediately surrounded a young man with an impressive appearance.

The young man was not afraid, and even took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands slowly, "Who gave you this power?"

But a patrol officer grabbed his wrist with one hand and said, "Sorry. This is evidence and cannot be wiped away."

The young man looked shocked, as if he did not expect that the other party would take action directly.

The boy next to him immediately stood up to protect the master, "You bastard! How dare you guys attack my yamen."

Generally, those who can be called yamen are the children of the generals of the third yamen, and they are either the first or second in command.

But the four patrol policemen pretended not to hear anything and immediately captured the master and servant.

The Yameni was also confused. He had never seen such an arrogant patrolman. After he was captured, he realized what he was doing. While struggling, he shouted: "Let me go quickly. My father is Ma Shuai, and we are here."

Do you want to rebel in the territory governed by the guards?"

I saw the leading patrol officer, leaning sideways and slumping his shoulders, "My police number is 007. If there is any dissatisfaction in the office, you can go to the Legal Aid Department to sue me and take you away."

Wen Yanbo and Sima Guang looked at each other.

When did the humble patrolman become so handsome?

Sima Guang suddenly said happily: "There is something good to watch this time."

Genuine bookstore.

"ah?"

Zhang Fei looked at Wang Anshi in surprise, "Doctor Wang want us to help promote your new policy?"

Wang Anshi smiled and nodded: "That's right. When the time comes, your newspaper will help us formulate the Ordinance Department of the Second Government to issue new regulations."

Zhang Fei asked: "Master Wang, shouldn't this be published in the Di newspaper?"

Wang Anshi glanced at him angrily, "If the Di Bao was up to par, why would I bother to come to you? Now when I go to the memorial hall, I still copy it by hand, which really pisses me off."

This time he finally understood that the propaganda power of this tabloid was really a bit exaggerated!

In comparison, the last time I reported to Di was a complete failure, and his good article was in vain.

He was really dissatisfied, so he thought of using this tabloid to promote his new method.

You, a government official, can use tabloids to get this license plate implemented. My new policy was at least made by me as a political advisor, so wouldn't it be easier?

Zhang Fei rolled his eyes and said: "Master Wang, regarding the New Deal, it is a national matter. I think it should be published in the Di Bao, so that it appears authoritative."

Wang Anshi said: "That's what I thought at the beginning, but you know what the result will be. Why don't I just admit defeat now?"

He has a very stubborn personality, and it is very difficult to get him to admit defeat, but the gap is so big that it is really visible to the naked eye, and he has to give in!

Zhang Fei said hurriedly: "Master Wang has misunderstood what I meant. What I mean is that we should find ways to improve the Imperial Academy. The court must also have its own newspaper, and we should not rely entirely on the private sector."

Wang Anshi glanced at Zhang Fei in surprise, "I really misunderstood you."
To be continued...