Under the glow of a night pearl, Zhou Ziren patted the thick stack of papers on the table beside him and said, "Tonight, we will post these notices throughout the streets and alleys, without using any violence. We must let the people of Xiang Prefecture know that our opposition to Qing Kingdom shops is not simply anger, nor an excuse to vent, but a means of putting pressure on the Qing Kingdom and its merchants. We cannot let the Qing Kingdom threaten Xiang Prefecture with our own people's money! At the same time, we must urge everyone in the city to remain calm. No smashing, looting, or pillaging. Advancing with balance and stability is the path for the people of Xiang Prefecture!"
The members of the Revival Society answered in unison.
"Move out!"
Under cover of night, over a hundred people divided into more than twenty small teams. Each carried a large supply of notices on their backs and began posting them along various streets in Taihe Prefecture.
Even when they encountered patrolling yamen runners, they identified themselves as scholars, leaving the runners unable to stop them.
An hour later, everyone returned to the academy gates.
By then, the eastern sky had begun to brighten. The sun would rise before long.
In the morning light, more than a hundred spirited young scholars wore smiles on their faces.
"Go home, everyone, and get a good night's sleep," Zhou Ziren said.
The hundred scholars left one after another.
Not long after they departed, dozens of black-clad men carrying bags on their backs and iron rods in their hands appeared on Fame-Raising Street.
Fame-Raising Street was a famously bustling street in Taihe Prefecture. The shops on either side sold exquisite goods from other regions, and major Qing Kingdom trading firms held a complete