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Li Hong rubbed his aching head and asked suspiciously, "Haven't you used that movable type printing?" Why haven't these books been copied and printed in a hurry? ”

It's okay not to mention it, as soon as this matter is mentioned, Shangguan Yi didn't smile anymore, with a look of helplessness and regret: "The acting king doesn't know, since you came up with this movable type printing, now it's okay, Guozijian has become a mess, and they are all scrambling to print their own books first, how can it be the turn of these ancient sages' books." ”

Since ancient times, literati have been light, fame and fortune have been valued, and movable type printing has come out, and now the Hongru University of the Tang Dynasty, Hongwenguan, and Chongwenguan has sharpened their heads and tried their best to print their own books. But doesn't anyone care about it?

"Then no one cares about this? Don't you know how to ask Your Majesty? Li Hong asked incredulously.

"Can you not go on? But how many people are willing to be sincere and want their books to be reprinted later? It's not all going through the motions, but in the end it's good, and the province is too lazy to play up, so I have to stay in the middle and not send it, and the twists and turns are all backlogged in the province under the door. Shangguan Yi sighed and said, with a sad and pitiful attitude.

"Then your book can be printed, right?" Li Hong looked at Shangguan Yi with a smile.

Shangguan Yi's old face was red, a little embarrassed, and he said vaguely: "The minister just published this one, didn't the minister participate in the compilation of the "Book of Jin" still haven't had time to print?" ”

"Alas, tell me about you, you are embarrassed to take the lead in printing your "Pitching Pot Sutra", is it interesting? Ten steps away to throw arrows into the pot, you can take the trouble to write so much fun, you don't know how to fight for the ancient books of the sages? Li Hong said with some disdain.

"This ...... This, the first emperor once spent ...... on this interesting matter of pitching pots. ”

"Gotta have it, you can stop me, this also pulled the first emperor out, if the imperial grandfather hears it, he will probably be able to crawl out of the soil angrily, behead you and then go back to the grave." Li Hong said without hesitation.

Shangguan Yi listened with a frightened look, and his heart and gall were broken, if this was heard by others, he would be disrespectful, and whether he could see the sun tomorrow would be a question mark.

"Yes, what the king taught is that the ministers will play this matter. But this matter of printing books is not so simple, Dai Wang, think about it, first of all, you need a lot of good paper, and binding, sealing, this requires manpower, it is difficult for Guozijian to come up with a large amount of money. Besides, this Luoyang paper is good, but Luoyang paper is also expensive. Shangguan Yi spread his hands, and he felt like he was picking.

"''The erroneous and charming Shangguan style of poetry is your masterpiece, the literati of Chang'an City have a copy, and they have begun to learn your poetry style and poetry, at this time you think that paper is expensive, and you have paid for the printing of your Shangguan style poetry?" Li Hong felt more and more that the literati were really despicable and shameless to the extreme.

It seems that he has to hide the knife Li Yifu in his laughter, or attract people like Xu Jingzong to govern, no wonder Shangguanyi was framed in the court later, and at this moment Li Hong felt that he was framed by someone It was really happy.

Li Hong thought for a while and said: "In the future, no matter who wants to print his own books, no problem, pay out of his own pocket, and pay all the expenses by himself, print as many copies as he wants, but not a penny less!" ”

"Acting king, it's so bad, this knowledge is linked to copper coins, and it is inevitable that people will laugh."

"Jokes? If you are afraid of jokes, I will first print the ancient books of the sages that my Tang literati want to read, instead of your poor books or messy poems. ”

"Could it be that the king wants to print it and send a copy to one person? You know, that's a lot of money! Shangguan Yi reminded.

"You're stupid...... Oops, I'm sorry, sir. Li Hong hurriedly admitted his mistake, what happened just now was Shangguan Yi's mistake, and he could still teach him a lesson.

But saying that Mr. was stupid attracted Shangguanyi's dissatisfaction, and he knocked on the door of his head as a punishment.

Shangguan Yi also knows that among the many princes and princesses, only this generation of kings is the most disobedient, but only this generation of kings is open-minded and beats him himself, he will never take it to heart, let alone go back to the harem to complain. Every time he was punished for his mistakes, the acting king never held a grudge in his heart.

"Whoever does it to send books, it is naturally sold, such as this scripture, print one hundred and eighty copies of it, tens of thousands, whoever wants to read it, take the money to buy it, if you don't buy it, you don't have to read it, how good is this, you follow the "Book of Jin", can't you also do it, you can sell it completely......."

"You...... These are all knowledge, how can you be measured by money, you are insulting the world's readers! Learning cannot be bought or sold! The spirit of Shangguan Yi's literati was still there, and his beard shook when he heard Li Hong's words.

Li Hong quibbled: "I don't sell knowledge, I sell books, what I sell is just paper that carries knowledge, and the knowledge inside is given away for nothing." ”

"Wouldn't that be the case for everyone in the world, where everyone could buy a book and become a bachelor's degree? You try, if you dare to do this, let's not say that I don't oppose it or not, it's Kong and Yan, you can see if I can spare you. Shangguan Yi was a little blindsided by Li Hong, but he insisted on the bottom line that learning cannot be bought and sold.

"Then according to you, this knowledge can only be grasped in your hands? Death and not letting go? Can only be passed out of you? If a poor student wants to learn something, he has to worship you as a teacher? The world's knowledge has to be in your hands? If so, what is the difference between you and the five surnames and seven families? The nine-rank Zhongzheng system is slowly being abolished, and the imperial examination system is set up for everyone in the world, and learning is naturally for everyone in the world. Look at my father, the emperor won't clean you up! Li Hong saw that the bamboo slips in front of him were almost moved, and he was ready to go to the Wude Palace.

"On behalf of the king, the minister has no such intention. The minister is still a national eunuch in Hongwenguan, and he has always taken the dissemination of knowledge as his own responsibility, and he has never thought of specializing in aesthetics. ”

"In this case, then wait for me to report to my father and queen, and then you will control the printing of books, as for what should be printed and what should not be printed, we will discuss it when the time comes, and the books that are being printed now, whether it is the books of the Confucian family or the Yan family, will be stopped immediately, and they must not be printed again!" Li Hong warned.

"It's ......." Shangguan Yi was very embarrassed, Kong Yingda, Yan Shigu, and Li Gang, these were all Hongru University when the first emperor was alive, if even their books were stopped printing, I am afraid it would set off a big wave.

Li Hong looked at his embarrassed expression and said with relief: "It's okay, the printing must also be a book for the public in the world, not for private printing!" If they don't listen, let them go to Li Yifu and Xu Jingzong. In the end, Li Hongda said that the dog was released at the door.

Li Hong said aloud as he walked: "Sir, I'll send you a poem to see if it can be comparable to your Shangguan body." ”

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven.

The wind canopy is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with a thin fortune.

Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars.

Mo is sad because of the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds. ”

After finishing speaking, Li Hong stopped, turned to look at Shangguan Yi, who was speechless in surprise, and said loudly: "Sir, this is not a scolding poem, I hope it can help you in your future career." ”

Shangguan Yi looked at Li Hong's small back with a surprised expression, and there was a huge shock in his heart! This generation of kings is really a prodigy, this poem seems to be written specifically for depressed literati, and at the same time it also expresses the voice of officials who have no ambitions. If you experience it carefully, it seems that there is still a hint of irony and sarcasm.

Li Hong returned to the Wude Hall and began to flip through the mountain-like books, but he didn't know that his hot head and slightly satirical poems of Kong and Yan had reached the ears of Li Zhi and Wu Mei.

Even, now more than half of the ministers in Chang'an City know that today's acting king Li Hong made a poem, which is poetic and suspected of insulting literati.

Some people also praised Li Hongnai as a prodigy, comparable to prodigies such as Wang Bo and Yang Jiong, who are famous in the Tang Dynasty. These two are now only two years older than Li Hong, so they are beginning to be compared by people.

As for the other Luo Bin Wang among the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, although he has the reputation of a generation of prodigies, he is already fourteen or fifteen years old at this time, and the allusion to the seven-year-old poem is naturally known to everyone, and he is also in the mansion of Li Yuanqing, the king of Taoism.

Li Yifu was recruited into the Wude Palace, Li Hong thought about it, and when it came to printing, I was afraid that only Li Yifu could maneuver between those great Confucians with ease, so he called him over to say hello in advance.

Xia Zhi, Mangzhong, Xiaoxue, Xiaohan, Bai Lu and Hua Meng, and even Bai Chun were all put to good use by Li Hong, carefully flipping through every line of bamboo slips, carefully looking for what the king wanted.

After three days, Li Hong finally found what he was looking for. And in the past three days, he didn't go to Hongwen Hall, and Li Zhi and Wu Mei didn't go to ask for peace, and they concentrated on finding what he wanted from the "Benjing".

Li Zhi and Wu Mei listened to Shangguan Yi's performance, no matter what this little thing was going to do, at least he was willing to move the book to his palace to be commendable, even if he Li Hong felt uncomfortable sleeping on the couch and used bamboo slips to make a high use, it was better than dangling around the palace every day, teasing palace maids and eunuchs, and making Li Xianqiang cry.

"Mercury, "Sutra" cloud out of the dansha, is the mountain stone in the coarse cinnabar, as a furnace sand in the middle, under the water, covered with ang vessels, plus fire to raise the smoke on the top, mercury slip down, its color is small white turbidity. As for those who come from Xiqiang, they are also so burned. But there are a lot of them in the mountains, as for a mountain that is self-torn apart, people have mined sand and gravel, all of which are large pieces such as a bucket, and they can be burned and calcined, so there is a lot of mercury from the west than from the south. ”

Li Hong sat down on the chair, shook his head and read aloud with the bamboo slip, not noticing that there was another person behind him, closed the bamboo slip and sighed: "Sure enough, the hard work pays off, and it takes a lot of effort to get it." ”

"Who? Erchen sees the queen mother, how can you have time to come to the son, the son is missing you, and is about to put on shoes to greet you, hey, the queen mother, I haven't seen you for a few days and you are beautiful, look at your skin, fair and tender, better than them on the summer solstice...... Ouch, the queen mother is angry. ”

Li Hong was dragged off the chair by Wu Mei's ears, this little thing was a set of compliments, Wu Mei frowned when she heard it, she was a leather monkey, and her mouth was as sweet as honey!

"Say, why do you make such a poem to insult the literati? Don't you want to live anymore, your father is in the court today, but I heard many people impeach you for inappropriate remarks! Wu Mei sat down on the chair and pointed her index finger at Li Hong's head and said.