Chapter 293
As soon as Wang Yang said this, the hall became a little turbulent. He thought that this kid was not so angry, right? Zhao Xu couldn't help but feel a little confused, thinking that Mr. Wushan would not be so rude by Zhao Tingzhi that he was so unreasonable that he was talking nonsense?
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Wang Yang's gaze and his slowly swaying head. Seeing his clear-minded look, Zhao Xu could only suppress his doubts and sat back behind the imperial case.
Even the loyal and honest elder Fan Chunren couldn't help but clear his throat and said to Wang Yang. "Wang Wushan, this is above the court, not a place for random words... An article takes at least three or five days. Do you want to regard this place of political discussion in the Song Dynasty as the printing house in your mansion?"
"If it is an article of about a hundred words, if only a few copies are printed, Wang doesn't need that much time, he only needs incense sticks..." Wang Yang said loudly after bowing to Fan Chunren.
As soon as these words came out, the officials in the hall were so crazy. You are bragging, you are bragging, and you are bragging about the blue whale, right?
Even a loyal elder like Fan Chunren couldn't help but make Wang Yang laugh with aggravation at this moment. "Wang Wushan, you have to think clearly. This is not in the market, your Majesty is here..."
"Why dare Wang be greedy for fame and want to deceive the king and the emperor? It's just that Wang believes that he has this strength. However, Wang also has a condition that he must limit the words on the first and second pages of the "Analects of Confucius" to be compiled into a text by Zhao Xuezheng at will, and then Wang will print the sample draft at will."
"You're serious?" Fan Chunren looked at Wang Yang who was standing in front of him and talked, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the emperor who was also confused and expectant. He really didn't understand. Could it be that this kid really developed a magical printing technique that could be carved and printed in such a short time.
"You guy named Wang, you said this. OK, very good, then Zhao will mess up the words in the first two pages of the Analects of Confucius to reorganize two pages. As long as you can print it out in a stick of incense, what's the point of admitting defeat on the spot?" Zhao Tingzhi tried his best to suppress his excitement. Yes, in this case, if he couldn't win, he could really use a piss to drown himself and count the ball.
"Not everyone can see Wang's printing technique. If you can't do it, only the two arbitrators, His Majesty and Mr. Fan, are qualified." Wang Yang curled his lips and said calmly.
Zhao Tingzhi stood up and saw that Zhao Xu, the emperor on the other side of the imperial case, had already stood up. "Why did Mr. Wushan do this?"
Wang Yang thought about it and could only hook his fingers at the little master Ma's father-in-law, and then whispered in the ear of the little master Ma's father-in-law, then quickly rushed to the side of the emperor Zhao Xu and whispered quietly.
"The official family, Mr. Wushan asked me to tell the official family that this technique is to offer His Majesty a birthday gift. I have this technique in the Song Dynasty. It can make the seeds of reading a hundred times that of all countries in the world, and everyone can be educated by saints. Therefore, this technique cannot be easily revealed..."
Hearing this, Zhao Xu suddenly realized and slapped himself on the thigh. Damn, yes, if such a magical printing technique is leaked, it would be great. He couldn't help but look at Wang Yang's confidentiality and his loyalty to the Song Dynasty.
"Mr. I was very worried. I was not thinking well before..." Zhao Xu nodded at Wang Yang with some embarrassment. "Since Mr. Wushan said that, I will testify with the Fan Qing family."
Fan Chunren glanced at Zhao Tingzhi who was eager to try, Wang Yang who looked like a sing-talking Fengqing, and the Emperor of Song Dynasty with anticipation on his face, couldn't help but sigh softly, and then bowed to Zhao Xu. "Old minister obeyed the order..."
"There are more than 80 words in the first two pages of the Analects of Confucius. If these more than 80 words are randomly combined, if the rules are not stable, then this change can't be stopped. Even if that kid prepares the carved plate in advance, it is impossible for him to prepare how many carved plates he has to prepare?"
"With Zhao Tingzhi's wisdom, it will definitely be unexpected. That kid is really smart. At that time, I'm afraid he won't know how he dies." A former party member who knew Zhao Tingzhi's scheming smiled sinisterly.
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Sitting in front of a desk table, a book of "The Analects of Confucius" taken out of the box was spread out and placed on the desk table table. At this moment, Zhao Tingzhi, who looked a little excited and flushed, tried hard to calm himself down and thought hard how to make Wang Yang unable to guess the question in advance and carve the plate in advance.
After all, in the eyes of ancient people who have been used to woodblock printing for hundreds of years, they are afraid that they really can't figure out what other means Wang Yang can do besides preparing the plate in advance.
Several old party officials who were familiar with Zhao Tingzhi also came over and muttered to each other. On this side, Zhao Xu had already had an idea when he heard Wang Yang's words. When he issued an order, a small open space was separated by the imperial case, and someone surrounded the curtain, which separated a small space about ten feet in square foot, and ordered several imperial soldiers to guard all sides and surrounded them.
Then Wang Yang walked into the curtain barefoot only barefootly. In a short while, the panting eunuch Ma brought the small wooden box before Wang Yang and also entered the curtain.
This made Fan Chunren, one of the arbitrators, feel curious. He thought that it would be nice to have ten carved carvings in just a small wooden box. Is this kid really a magical solution?
Seeing Fan Chunren's face full of confusion and kept looking around in the curtain, Zhao Xu couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. After beating him, he said to Fan Chunren. "It seems that the Fan Laoqing family doesn't think Mr. Wushan can do it?"
"Your Majesty, the old minister really can't guess how that Mr. Wushan could be able to make a woodblock and printed on rice paper in such a short time." Fan Chunren replied in a real way after bowing to Zhao Xu.
"After Zhao Ting wrote the article, I asked Lao Qing's family to join me and see how Mr. Wushan operated it. However, Mr. Wushan's printing technique will be..." Zhao Xu's confident voice was very light.
But when Fan Chunren heard it, he was a little dissatisfied, but he still made a solemn promise to the young emperor that he would never reveal a word or half of the sentence.
On the other side, Zhao Tingzhi finally arranged the three-page page of more than 120 words, and then presented it to Fan Chunren, the noble and noble man Fan, with a respectful look.
After seeing the three articles in her hand, Fan Chunren was stunned. This was nothing but an article at all. What’s important is that three extremely important words are missing from the three articles.
Chapter completed!