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"That's not it. Fortunately, God blessed the prince. The prince was treated for foot problems in Lishan Tangquan Palace, and he still worried about the poor scholars in the world."

"I know that nowadays poor scholars like you and me have a hard time reading, so I managed to raise 1.4 million books.

To present the court, please distribute it to scholars all over the world. "

"This morning, an officer came to greet him, saying that today's Chang'an County and Wannian County will distribute books.

However, "The Analects" will only distribute one thousand sets a day, first come first served. "

"If you come here a little later, Brother Xian, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink the soup."

The two hurriedly rushed to the outside of the Chang'an County government office, and saw a long line of people dressed as Confucian scholars.

Talking with each other in their accents, the two quickly squeezed to the back.

In the front, the scholars walked to the book clerk. The book clerk took his book and guide, carefully asked a few questions, and recorded these contents on paper.

After it was handed over to the competent official next to him, and the official official affixed his seal, this middle-aged Confucian scholar whose clothes were washed a little pale.

From the hands of a guard, he took over a copy of the "Three Character Classics", a "Thousand Characters Wen", and a set of seven volumes of "The Analects of Confucius".

The officer handed it over, while also specifically confessing.

"One person can only receive it once. Don't even think about receiving it in Chang'an County and then going to Wannian County.

If it is verified, not only the books you received will be confiscated, but you may even lose the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination..."

"Thank you, the official, how could it be possible. It is a great blessing to be able to get such a set. Caomin thanked the official and thanked His Royal Highness..."

The middle-aged scholar, flushed with excitement, wrapped the nine brand-new books in a piece of cloth.

Hugging tightly in his arms, he walked away happily.

More than an hour has passed by the time Xin Mao will line up with Brother Wu to receive the book.

And the rear team, instead of decreasing, on the contrary, people lined up farther and farther.

Both Xin Maojiang and Wu brother are still very lucky to be among the top 500, and both of them have obtained "Thousand Characters Wen", "Three Characters Jing" and "The Analects of Confucius".

In the envious and jealous eyes of the countless scholars who were still in line, the two hurried away with the books in their arms, as if they were afraid of being snatched away.

They walked hurriedly all the way, even enduring their hunger, and walked back to the inn all the time, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Little Er, hurry up, bring us a pot of water, and two more soup cakes. Bring us to our room..."

After hearing Xiaoer's promise, the two got into the courtyard and came to a relatively remote corner room.

This is a shared room for two people, and the price is horribly cheap compared to the inn in the city of Chang'an.

The two sat in the room, put down the books in their arms, and burst into laughter at the same time.

General Xin Mao brought a basin of water and scrubbed his hands again before carefully picking up the books that he had carried all the way.

The brand new and clean "The Analects of Confucius", after opening, the writing in it is very clear, without the slightest ink stain.

It was far more refined than the set of "The Analects of Confucius" he had read from his teacher in the past.

Although the quality of the paper is not as good as the rare tribute paper, it is also a rare tough paper.

As long as you carefully treasure it, you won't have a problem if you put it for 20 to 30 years.

"It deserves to be the handwriting of His Royal Highness, this handwriting should be printed, right?"

Brother Wu carefully looked at the handwriting that was too stiff and lacking artistic elegance, very sure and authentic.

"It must be. If it is a copy of a book, even if it is 10,000 people, if you want to copy this 1.4 million copies, I am afraid that it will be enough for three or five years."

After Xin Mao solemnly put the "Analects" aside, he picked up the "San Zi Jing" Dao.

"Is this "Three Character Classic" the masterpiece of Cheng Saburo who has eaten Xiongxinbaozigu and drank wolfhound soup?"

Upon hearing Xin Mao's mention of Cheng Chubi, this brother Wu suddenly lifted his spirits and his face looked authentic.

"Exactly, it is said that this Cheng Taichang has the posture of heaven, not only is martial and brave, he is capable of carrying a tripod, his literary talent and poetry is also rare in the world..."

It is when they talked about Cheng Saburo's past heroic deeds in the inn.

There are also some Confucian scholars who have obtained books. In half of the time, they were paid twice or even twice as much money as the usual bookstore, and they took the books from them.

Not long afterwards, in front of Zheng Xingshou, who once wanted to trouble Master Xu, there were several sets of "The Analects" purchased from the poor Confucians at a large price, as well as the "Three Characters Jing" and "The Analects of Confucius". Six Thousand Characters.

At this moment, in front of him, several carvers and printers in the printing workshop were carefully looking at a book of books everywhere, and even took saliva to glue the paper.

One of the printers simply tore off half a piece of paper and put it in his mouth to chew carefully, making Zheng Xingshou look uncomfortable. A young man sitting next to Zheng Xingshou was also full of disgust.

However, the old drivers of these printing houses continued to operate and communicate in a low voice.

Two quarters of an hour later, they concluded that this is a printed book.

"But this paper is really different from the paper we use. It feels tougher and has better ink absorption. Although it is inferior to tribute paper, it is not much worse."

"The paper they use should not be wood, but its taste is somewhat similar to straw or reed." This is the master craftsman who just threw the paper into his mouth and tasted the taste.

"What else?"

"The other thing is that the handwriting they printed is very clear, and the handwriting is almost indistinguishable from the collection at the beginning of the line.

And the engraving of our bookshop, if it is clay or wood, can only print one or two thousand pages at most, I am afraid that it will no longer be used...

Of course, the villain guessed, or they used a solid material that we don't know ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ maybe it is a stone plate. "

A young man sitting next to Zheng Xingshou suddenly said something. "Why not use stronger and more durable metal to make plates?"

"..." The seven or eight old craftsmen all looked at the young man with foolish eyes.

Looking at this distinguished young man, he was displeased, his face suddenly became stern, and he was about to attack.

Fortunately, Zheng Xingshou promptly explained. "San Gongzi did not know that the texture of the metal was too hard, making it very difficult to carve, and the metal could not absorb ink."

"If you don't absorb ink, you won't be able to rub off the handwriting, so naturally..."

"So that's the case, it's a gaffe." The third son smiled a little embarrassedly.

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