Li Hong rubbed his sore head and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you using the movable type printing yet? Why don't you copy and print these books quickly?"
It's okay not to mention it. When this matter was mentioned, Shangguan Yi stopped smiling and looked helpless and regretful: "Your Majesty, you don't know something. Since you came up with this movable type printing, now it's better. The Imperial College is in chaos, everyone is vying to print their own books first, so how can the books of these ancient sages have their turn.”
Since ancient times, literati have looked down upon each other and valued fame over profit. As soon as movable type printing came out, now the Hongru University of Imperial College, Hongwen Hall, and Chongwen Hall of the Tang Dynasty have all sharpened their heads and tried every means to print their own books. But no one cares about this
"Then no one cares about this matter? Don't you know how to submit a memorial to ask His Majesty?" Li Hong asked incredulously.
"Can you not go up? But how many people are willing to sincerely hope that their books will be printed later? It's not all a formality, but it's better in the end. It's too lazy to go up, so I have to leave the memorial without publishing it. It's all stored up in the province," Shangguan Yi said with a long sigh, looking pitiful.
"Is your book ready for printing?" Li Hong looked at Shangguan Yi with a half-smile.
Shangguan Yi blushed, a little embarrassed, and said vaguely: "I just published this book. Didn't I still not have time to print the "Book of Jin" that I participated in the compilation of?"
"Hey, tell me about you. You have the nerve to be the first to print your "Jinghu Jing". Is it interesting? You can throw arrows into a pot from ten steps away, and you can write so much fun even if you take the trouble to write it. You don't have the ancient books of the sages. Do you want to fight for it?" Li Hong said with some disdain.
"This... this, the late emperor once spent... on this interesting matter of throwing pots."
"Come on, please stop it. This is tearing the late emperor out. If the emperor hears this, he will probably crawl out of the soil in anger, kill you and then go back to the grave." Li Honghao Said without hesitation.
But Shangguan Yi looked horrified when he heard this, and his liver and gallbladder were split. If someone else heard this, it would be such a disrespectful thing, and there would be a question mark on whether he would be able to see the sun tomorrow.
"Yes, what the King has taught me is that I will submit a memorial to report this matter. But printing the book is not that simple. King Dai, think about it. First of all, you need a lot of high-quality paper and binding. , sealing all requires manpower, and it is difficult for the Imperial College to spend a lot of money. Besides, this Luoyang paper is good, but Luoyang paper is also expensive." Shangguan Yi spread his hands and felt like he was giving up.
"''The beautiful Shangguan style of poetry is your masterpiece, right? Every scholar in Chang'an City has a copy of it and has begun to imitate your style of poetry and compose poems. At this time, you think the paper is expensive, so why not print your poems?" "Have you paid for Shangguan Style Poetry?" Li Hong felt more and more that the literati were really despicable and shameless.
It seems that Li Yifu has to hide his sword in a smile, or attract people like Xu Jingzong to rule. No wonder Shangguan Yi was framed in the court. At this moment, Li Hong felt that he was framed, which was really satisfying.
Li Hong thought for a while and said: "In the future, no matter who wants to print their own books, no problem, they can pay all the expenses out of their own pockets. Print as many copies as they want, but not a penny less!"
"Your Majesty, it's so bad. If knowledge is linked to copper coins, it will inevitably make people laugh."
"A joke? If you're afraid of a joke, just print the ancient books of the sages that the literati of the Tang Dynasty want to read, instead of your poor books or messy poems."
"Is it possible that King Dai wants to print and distribute one copy to each person? You have to know how much it costs!" Shangguan Yi reminded.
"You are stupid... Ouch, I'm sorry, sir." Li Hong hurriedly admitted his mistake. Shangguan Yi was wrong in what happened just now, and he could still teach him a lesson.
But this matter caused Shangguan Yi to be dissatisfied by saying that the husband was stupid, and she hit him hard on the forehead as 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. Even if he beats him, he will never take it to heart, let alone return to the harem. Go complain. Every time he was punished for a mistake, King Dai would never hold a grudge in his heart.
"Who gives away books? Of course they sell them. For example, this classic is printed in hundreds and hundreds of thousands of copies. Anyone who wants to read it can buy it with money. If you don't buy it, you won't have to read it. How wonderful is this? , the "Book of Jin" that you revised along with it, isn't it also possible? It can be sold..."
"You... these are all knowledge, how can you measure it with money? You are insulting the world's scholars! Knowledge cannot be bought and sold!" Shangguan Yi's literati character is still there, and his beard trembled angrily when he heard Li Hong's words.
Li Hong argued: "I don't sell knowledge. What I sell is books. What I sell is just the paper that carries the knowledge. The knowledge inside is given away for free."
"Wouldn't that mean that everyone in the world could buy a book and become a scholar? You try it. If you dare to do this, let's not say whether I object to it or not. It's just the Kong and Yan families. See what you can do. I can't spare you." Shangguan Yi was a little confused by Li Hong, but he insisted on the bottom line that knowledge cannot be bought and sold.
"Then according to your opinion, this knowledge can only be held in your hands? Will it not let go? Can it only be passed on from you? If students from poor families want to learn something, they have to worship you as their teachers? The world's knowledge is It must 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. The imperial examination system is designed for everyone in the world, and learning is naturally open to everyone in the world. People, do you also want to control knowledge like the five surnames and seven families control the officials? I will kill you if my father doesn’t deal with it!" Li Hong looked at the bamboo slips in front of him and was about to go to Wude Hall.
"On behalf of the king, I have absolutely no intention of doing so. I was still in the Imperial Academy at the Hongwen Hall, and I always took the spread of knowledge as my responsibility. I never thought about specializing in learning in one family."
"In this case, let me report to my father, the Queen, and you will be in charge of printing books. As for what should be printed and what should not be printed, we will discuss it at that time. The books being printed now, whether they are from the Kong family or the Yan family, , stop immediately and never print again!" Li Hong warned.
"This..." Shangguan Yi was very embarrassed. Kong Yingda, Yan Shigu, and Li Gang were all Hongru universities when the late emperor was still alive. If even their books were stopped from being printed, it would probably cause a big stir.
Li Hong looked at his embarrassed expression and said with relief: "It doesn't matter, printing must be for the public good, not for private use! If they don't listen, let them go to Li Yifu and Xu Jingzong." Finally, Li Hongdae means letting the dogs out.
Li Hong said loudly as he walked: "Sir, let me give you a poem to see if it can be comparable to your Shangguan style."
"Immortals and Buddhas have not yet come together, and they only know how to sing uncontrollably alone in the night.
The wind canopy is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with luck.
Nine out of ten people are worth looking down upon, and one is useless as a scholar.
Don't worry about the poems and turn them into prophecies. The spring birds and autumn insects make their own noises. "
After finishing speaking, Li Hong stopped, turned around and looked at Shangguan Yi who was surprised and speechless, and said loudly: "Sir, please understand carefully. This is not a curse poem. I hope it can help your future career." It helps.”
Shangguan Yi looked at Li Hong's small back in surprise, feeling a huge shock in his heart! This generation of kings is really a child prodigy. This poem seems to be written specifically for the depressed literati, and it also expresses the feelings of officials who are frustrated in their official career. If you experience it carefully, it seems that there is a hint of irony and sarcasm in it.
Li Hong returned to the Wude Hall and began to read through the mountains of letters, but he didn't know that his poem that satirized the Kong and Yan families had reached the ears of Li Zhi and Wu Mei.
Even more than half of the ministers in Chang'an City now know that the current king Li Hong has written a poem, which is suspected of insulting literati.
Some people also praised Li Hong as a child prodigy, comparable to Wang Bo, Yang Jiong and other prodigies who were famous in the Tang Dynasty. These two are now only two years older than Li Hong, so people began to compare them to each other.
As for King Luo Bin, another one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, although he was known as a child prodigy, he was already fourteen or fifteen years old at this time. Naturally, everyone knows that he was able to write poems at the age of seven. He was also at the residence of Taoist King Li Yuanqing at this moment.
Li Yifu was recruited into the Hall of Wude. Li Hong thought about it over and over. Regarding printing, I am afraid that only Li Yifu could deal with those great scholars with ease, so he called him over to say hello in advance.
Xia Zhi, Mang Zhong, Xiao Xue, Xiao Han, Bai Lu, Hua Meng, and even Bai Chun were all put to use by Li Hong. He carefully read every line of the bamboo slips and carefully found what the King Dai wanted.
After three days, Li Hong finally found what he wanted. In the past three days, he did not go to the Hongwen Museum, nor did he go to Li Zhi or Wu Mei to say hello. He concentrated on finding what he wanted from the "Ben Jing".
After listening to Shangguan Yi's report, Li Zhi and Wu Mei didn't care what this little guy wanted to do. At least they were willing to move the book to his palace. They deserved praise, even if Li Hong felt that the bed was uncomfortable and used bamboo slips to increase it. It's better than hanging around the palace every day, teasing the maids and eunuchs, and making Li Xian cry.
"Mercury," says the Sutra, comes from cinnabar. It is obtained by quarrying coarse cinnabar from mountain rocks. Making a furnace and placing the sand in the middle, pouring water below, covering it with an ounce vessel, and adding fire to forge it, causing the smoke to fly above. Mercury Sliding down, its color is white and turbid. As for the people from the Western Qiang, they also said that they burned it in the same way, but there were so many in the mountains that the people quarried the sand and stones, and they were all as big as a liter. The broken pieces can be burned and calcined, so there is much more mercury from the west than from the south.”
Li Hong sat slumped on the chair, shaking his head while holding the bamboo slip and chanting loudly. He didn't notice that there was an extra person behind him. He closed the bamboo slip and sighed: "Sure enough, hard work pays off. It takes a lot of effort to get it." Ouch."
"Who? I'm seeing my mother. Why do you have time to come here? I'm thinking of you. I'm about to put on my shoes to greet you. Oh, my queen, I haven't seen you for a few days and you are so beautiful. You are so beautiful." Look at your skin, it's fair and supple, even better than theirs at this summer solstice... Oops, please calm down, Queen."
Wu Mei grabbed Li Hong by the ear and pulled him off the chair. Wu Mei frowned when she heard this little guy's compliments. He was like a monkey, and his mouth was as sweet as honey!
"Tell me, why did you write such a poem to insult literati? Don't you want to live anymore? Your father was in the court today, but he heard many people impeaching you for inappropriate remarks!" Wu Mei sat down on the chair. , said with his index finger pointing at Li Hong’s forehead.
(End of chapter)