Chapter 285

Of course, the carriage could not enter the palace. Yihonglou and others could only get off the carriage, and the boxes containing performance costumes and musical instruments had to be opened and inspected one by one.

"This is Mr. Wushan, right... You brought two boxes of "The Analects of Confucius" into the palace, what is this?" The leader of the Imperial Guard heard that he came down to report and found a whole box of books, and they were all "The Analects of Confucius". The leader of the Imperial Guard couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be that Mr. Wushan thought that the palace in the Great Song Dynasty was illiterate? He needed to come and publish the "The Analects of Confucius" for literacy.

"Of course, it is for your Majesty to celebrate your birthday." Wang Yang saw the subordinates of the imperial guard unwillingly pulling up the books, as if he wanted to see if there were any dangerous and forbidden items hidden at the bottom of the box, so he couldn't help but stand up.

"Hey, I said, can you be careful, this soldier brother? These are the brand new "The Analects of Confucius" and are gifts dedicated to His Majesty. If it is dirty, can you bear the responsibility?"

The three words "Soldier Brother" made the chrysanthemum tighten when the imperial guard was rummaging through the box. The Analects of Confucius, which he picked up in his hand, fell back into the box. Does the title of "Nima" feel so evil?

The people next to them were all standing upside down, but Master Wang didn't pay attention. His whole mind was focused on the Analects of Confucius.

"I said Mr. Wushan... are you really going to celebrate your Majesty's birthday with these things?" Eunuch Ma couldn't help but be curious. After getting closer and seeing these things, his expression became quite distressed. He looked at Mr. Wushan who was packing back the "Analects of Confucius" with a look of amusing and crying.

"Mr. Wushan, you may not know that in the palace, not to mention the exquisitely printed Analects of Confucius, it is a lonely copy from the Han and Tang dynasties. There are also many copy of the Analects of Confucius..."

"Hehe, Mr. Ma, what is the solitary copy or copy, so what? If we talk about the impact on the world's readers, Wang wants to offer these "Analects of Confucius" to His Majesty, then it is definitely this..."

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After checking for a long time, I couldn't find anything, so I naturally opened the palace gate and placed this group of performing arts staff from Yihonglou to enter.

Several Yihonglou protectors bulged their chest muscles and carried the two heavy wooden boxes into the back, while Wang Yang took the small wooden boxes containing carved and lead type versions first, leaving behind a group of ridiculous and crying imperial guards.

Under the guidance of Ma Ma, Wang Yang and his party walked through the corridor and rushed to a small courtyard not far from the main hall to wait.

Wang Yang followed Eunuch Ma towards the emperor's bedroom. Halfway through the way, he met Zhao Ji who was coming in a hurry.

"Why did you come? I thought you should have come long ago." Wang Yang stopped and waited for Zhao Ji to come over.

Zhao Ji glanced at the small box that Wang Yang held in his hand, and was obviously stunned, then said to Wang Yang with a weird look. "I'm talking about it, sir, you heard from the imperial guards outside the palace gate that you actually got two boxes of "The Analects of Confucius" to bring a birthday gift to congratulate His Majesty's birthday?"

"Yes, is there any problem?" Wang Yang said as if he had taken it for granted.

"Sir, are you really not kidding?" Seeing Wang Yang's appearance, Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu behind him both looked very exciting.

"How could this be a joke? The books that have just been printed are all dedicated to His Majesty." Seeing the changes in expressions on Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu's faces, Wang Yang smiled thornyly. "Don't worry, although the printed "The Analects of Confucius" is very ordinary, the printing technology pioneered by Wang is not ordinary at all."

"Printing technology..." Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. What the hell is printing technology?

"Of course, this is a printing technique that Wang has innovated since he bought the printing shop. The secrets of this printing technique are all in this small box. If you want to know, then hurry up and you will know the truth in a while."

Zhao Ji quickly accelerated his pace and followed Wang Yang, but his eyes full of inquiry never left the box in Wang Yang's hand.

Soon, he arrived outside the emperor's bedroom. Eunuch Ma went in to report that, after a while, a general manager and eunuch stood up and invited Wang Yang and Zhao Ji to come in.

After entering the bedroom, I saw that Zhao Xu, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, who was already in a neat manner, was walking towards this side. "I just heard Ma Shang say that when Mr. entered the palace, he specially sent five hundred sets of "The Analects of Confucius". Is there anything wrong?"

"Not bad, but those five hundred sets of "The Analects of Confucius" are not ordinary Analects of Confucius, but are printed using lead movable type printing that is many times more convenient than the woodblock printing..." Wang Yang gave a gift first, nodded with a smile, and did not forget to put the small wooden box that had been holding in his hand on the floor and opened it.

Zhao Xu stretched his neck with curiosity and looked at the small wooden box. He saw the three sets of "The Analects of Confucius" placed on the top. He simply copied a book "The Analects of Confucius" and flipped it in his hand, and his eyes fell into the box again.

"Your Majesty knows what this is?" Wang Yang picked up a carved board and lit up at everyone present.

"...This should be a carved plate for printing books, right? Huh? The one you use is regular script on this carved plate, why are these "Analects of Confucius" all in official script?" Zhao Ji, who was looking at Zhao Xu, took the carved plate, and then compared the "Analects of Confucius" in the hands of the emperor, and was stunned.

"That carved plate was used when printing books in the past. At least this book "The Analects of Confucius" does not use this carved plate, but this kind of lead type..." Wang Yang smiled proudly, and then he reached into the small wooden box once, and took out a very heavy piece of lead type that had been fixed with glue...

"This..." Zhao Xu reached out his hand in a daze and caught the heavy lead type version. After pairing it with the homepage of "The Analects of Confucius", he confirmed that this was the word version used to print the book.

Zhao Ji next to him couldn't help but smash his tongue. "Sir, would it be too wasteful for you to do this? Just to print those hundreds of copies of the Analects of Confucius, I actually made such a metal-like version..."

Wang Yang almost made Zhao Ji's words irritated, and almost wanted to press Zhao Ji's little face on the lead movable type version. "... Please see clearly that each of these lead movable type characters is independent. In other words, if this lead movable type version is not needed, it can be disassembled into independent lead movable type."

With Wang Yang's gestures and explanations, when he finally understood the difference between the so-called movable type printing and woodblock printing, the bedroom suddenly became silent.

He was frightened, especially Zhao Xu, and his mouth was a little trembling. "A carved plate can be as short as one or two days, and can be as long as four or five days. A book of "The Analects of Confucius" alone has more than 15,000 words, and each page is about 40 words. The carved plates that need to be prepared alone require about 400 yuan..."
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