Rule the Roost in the Tang Dynasty: Forty-three 0 no use is a scholar

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Li Hong rubbed his sore head and asked in confusion, "Are you still using that movable type printing? Why don't these books be copied and printed quickly?"

It’s okay not to mention it. Shangguanyi didn’t even smile at the mention of this, with a look of helplessness and regret: "Daiwang doesn’t know something, since you made this movable type printing, now Well, the Imperial College has become a mess, all rushing to print their own books first, how can it be the turn of these ancient sages' books."

Since the ancient times, literati favored fame and fortune, and movable type printing came out. Nowadays, Datang Guozijian, Hongwenguan, and Hongru University of Chongwenguan have sharpened their heads and tried every means to print their own books. But no one cares about it?

"Then no one cares about this? You don't know the memorial to ask your majesty?" Li Hong asked incredulously.

"Can you not do it? But there are a few people who are willing to sincerely hope that their books will be printed later? It's not all going through the scenes, and it's good in the end. I don't want to play the game, so I have to stay in the middle. The memorials and memorials are all backlogged under the door." Shangguanyi said with a long sigh, in a pitiful gesture.

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

Shangguanyi's face blushed, a little embarrassed, and he vaguely said: "The minister only published this book. Didn't the "Book of Jin" that the minister participated in the compilation of the year be printed?"

"Well, tell me about you. As for your "Tour Pot Sutra", you are embarrassed to be the first to print it, is it interesting? Throwing arrows into the pot ten steps away, you can bother to write so much fun, ancient books of sages Don't you know how to fight for it?" Li Hong said contemptuously.

"This...this, the first emperor used to spend..."

"Thank you, please stop me. This has pulled out the first emperor. If Grandpa Emperor hears it, he will probably crawl out of the soil angrily, chop you off and go back to the grave." Li Hong said without hesitation.

Shangguanyi's look was terrified, and his guts were cracked. If this is heard by others and a big disrespect, it will be a question mark whether he can see the sun tomorrow.

"Yes, what the Daiwang taught is that the minister will take a memorial to memorialize the matter. But the printing of the book is not that simple. Daiwang, if you think about it, first you need a lot of good paper. , And binding and sealing all require manpower. It is difficult for the Imperial College to pay a large sum of money. Moreover, this Luoyang paper is good, but Luoyang paper is also expensive.” Shang Guanyi spreads both hands, feeling like a pick.

""The beautiful and charming Shangguan style of poetry is your masterpiece. Changan city literati has a copy of it. You have already begun to learn from your style of poetry and poetry. At this time, you think paper is expensive. Have you paid for the printing of your Shangguan style poetry?" Li Hong felt more and more that the literati was so despicable and shameless to be so shameless.

It seems that you still have to laugh at Li Yifu, or invite people like Xu Jingzong to rule. It is no wonder that Shangguanyi later was framed in the court. At this moment, Li Hong felt that he was framed by others.

Li Hong thought for a while and said, “No matter who wants to print his own books in the future, it’s okay. He pays his own money and pays all the expenses himself. He can print as many copies as he wants, but he can’t pay for it. Less!"

"On behalf of the king, it's so bad. It's hard to avoid making people laugh when this knowledge is linked to copper coins."

"A joke? If you are afraid of a joke, I will first print the ancient books of the sages I want to read, not your poor books or messy poems."

"Is it possible that King Cheng wants to print a copy for one person? Do you know how much it costs!" Shangguanyi reminded.

"You are stupid...Oh, I'm sorry, sir." Li Hong hurriedly admitted that he was wrong, and he could still teach him a lesson.

But saying that Mr. is stupid caused Shangguanyi's dissatisfaction and knocked on his forehead to show punishment.

Shangguanyi also knows that, regardless of the many princes and princesses, only this generation of kings is the least obedient, but only this generation of kings is open-minded, and if he hits him, he will never take it, let alone Go back to the harem to file a complaint. Every time after being punished for wrongdoing, Dai Wang never bears hatred in his heart.

"Whoever does the book delivery will naturally sell it. For example, the scriptures will be printed in one hundred and eighty copies, thousands of them. Whoever wants to read it can buy it with money. If you don’t buy it, you can’t read it. How great, the "Book of Jin" that you followed to repair, can't it? It can be sold..."

"You... these are all knowledge. How can they be measured by money? You are an insult to scholars in the world! Knowledge can not be bought and sold!" Shangguan Yi's literati still had his vigor, and his beard trembled when he heard Li Hong's words. .

Li Hong quibbleed: "Knowledge is not for sale. I sell books. What I sell is only paper that carries knowledge. The knowledge inside is for nothing."

"Wouldn’t that be the world, everyone can buy a book to be a Bachelor of Composition? You try it, if you dare to do this, let’s not say whether I oppose it or not, it is Kong and Yan family, you See if I can spare you." Shangguanyi was a little trapped by Li Hong, but he insisted on the bottom line of untradeable knowledge and threatened.

"Then, according to your opinion, this knowledge can only be held in your hands? If you die without letting go? It can only be passed from you? If the poor students want to learn a little knowledge, they must worship you as teachers? The knowledge of the world must be in your hands? If so, what is the difference between you and the five surnames and seven families? The nine-grade Zhongzheng system is slowly being abolished, and the imperial examination system is designed to face everyone in the world. Naturally, knowledge is also face to face. For everyone in the world, do you also want to control your knowledge like five surnames and seven officials who are in charge? See if my father does not clean up you!" Li Hong saw that the bamboo slips in front of him were almost moved, and he was about to go to the Wude Hall. went.

"On behalf of the king, the minister has no intention of this. The minister is still in the Hongwenguan or the Imperial College, and has always taken the communication knowledge as his own responsibility, and has never thought about asking the family exclusively."

"If this is the case, then wait for me to report to the Queen Father and you will control the printing of books at that time. As for what should be printed and what should not be printed, we will discuss again at that time. It is printing now, whether it is the Kong family or Yan. The books at home are stopped immediately and must not be printed again!" Li Hong warned.

"This...." Shangguanyi was very embarrassed. Kong Yingda, Yan Shigu, including Li Gang, these were all Hongru University when the first emperor was alive. If even their books stop printing, I am afraid it will cause a big disturbance.

Looking at his embarrassed expression, Li Hong said with relief: "It's okay, the printing must be books for the public, not for private! If they don't listen, let them go to Li Yifu and Xu Jingzong." In the end, Li Hongda talked about the meaning of letting dogs go.

Li Hong said loudly as he walked: "Sir, I will give you a poem to see if it can be comparable to your Shangguan style."

"The immortal and buddha have failed to achieve the two, only knowing that the night is not peaceful.

The wind canopy is full of tragic air, and the mud is stained with a thin name.

Nine out of ten people are eye-catching, and useless are scholars.

Moyin's poem rolls into sorrow, and spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds. "

After speaking, Li Hong stopped, turned around and looked at Shangguanyi who was surprised and speechless, and said loudly: "Mr. I understand carefully, this is not a curse poem, I hope I can treat you It will be helpful in future official career."

Shangguanyi looked at Li Hong's small figure in surprise, and her heart was shocked! This generation of kings is really a child prodigy, and this poem seems to be written specifically for the depressed literati, and at the same time expresses the aspirations of officials who have no ambitions. I feel it carefully, as if there is a hint of irony and sarcasm.

Li Hong returned to the Wu De Hall and began to read the mountain-like slips, but he didn't know that his poems that satirized Kong and Yan had reached the ears of Li Zhi and Wu Mei.

Even more than half of the ministers who are now in the city of Chang'an know that today's Wang Lihong wrote a poem that is poetically suspected of insulting literati.

Some people also praised Li Hong for being a child prodigy, comparable to the famous Tang Bo, Yang Jiong and other prodigy. The two are now only two years older than Li Hongda, so they are beginning to be compared.

As for the other king Luo Bin in the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, although he has the reputation of a generation of prodigy, he is also fourteen or five years old at this time. The allusion of seven-year-old can poem is naturally well known, and he is also at the mansion of Taoist Li Yuanqing. on.

Li Yifu was recruited into the Wude Hall, and Li Hong thought about it. I am afraid that only Li Yifu could deal with the great scholars with ease, so he called him over to say hello in advance.

Summer Solstice, Mang Chong, Xiaoxue, Xiaohan, Bailu and Hua Meng, and even Bai Chun, were put to use by Li Hong, carefully flipping through every line of the bamboo slips, carefully looking for what Daiwang wanted thing.

After three days, Li Hong finally found what he wanted~IndoMTL.com~ And in these three days, he did not go to Hongwen Hall, and Li Zhi and Wu Mei did not go to please peace. What he wanted was found in the "Ben Sutra".

Li Zhi and Wu Mei listened to Shangguanyi’s performance. No matter what this little thing is going to do, at least they are willing to move the book to his palace. Even if he Li Hong feels uncomfortable sleeping on the couch, take it. Bamboo slips are better for use, and they are better than dangling in the palace every day, molesting palace ladies and eunuchs, and making Li Xianqiang cry.

"Mercury, if the "Sutra" cloud comes from cinnabar, it is the rough sub-cinnabar collected from the rocks, the furnace is placed in the sand, the bottom is filled with water, and the overlying is covered with an ounce vessel. Above, the mercury slips below, and its color is small and white. As for those who come from the West Qiang, they are also burned in this way. But there are many born in the mountains. As for a mountain that splits by itself, people can get sand and gravel, all large The piece is like a bucket, and the broken pieces can be burnt, so there is much more mercury from the west than from the south."

Li Hong sat paralyzed on the chair, shook his head and held the bamboo slips and read it loudly. He didn't notice that there was another person behind him. He closed the bamboo slips and exclaimed: "It really is the hard work that pays off. It takes a lot of effort."

"Who? The son, the queen, how come you have time to come to the son, the son, the son is missing you, and is about to put on your shoes to please you, oh, the mother, I haven't seen you for a few days. Beautiful, look at your skin, white and tender, even better than this summer solstice...Oh, the queen mother calmed down."

Li Hong was pulled from the chair by Wu Mei's ears. This little thing was a complete set of compliments. Wu Mei frowned, she was a skin monkey, and her mouth was as sweet as honey!

"Say, why did you make such a poem to insult the literati? Do you want to live, your father is in the court today, but I heard a lot of people impeaching you for inappropriate remarks!" Wu Mei was in a chair Sitting down, the index finger pointed Li Hong's forehead and said.